Our Story So Far: Erroth the Ravager, an ancient and powerful demon, has descended upon Delta City on Halloween to prey upon its heroines. After claiming Esha, Sara Kraft, Got Gal, Got Chic, and Hexanna, he is approached as an ally by an emissary representing the mysterious Dark Tribunal, who have their own plans for Delta's Defenders.

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Hellbound: The Price of Power part 2

by Sigma

 

Prologue - An Age Long Forgotten

 

Zana pushed herself up to her knees, her naked chest heaving and sweat dripping from her pale skin. Aya stood several feet away, her clothing shredded and her own flesh marked with scratches and bruises from the beast's attack.

 

But the beast lay at Aya's feet, her blade impaled in its head.

 

Aya turned and looked at her friend, and a smile crossed her face.

 

Zana stood and swayed on her feet. Her head still swam and she was still wet between her legs where the monster entered her, but her strength began returning and the pain began to dissipate.

 

"Have we won?" Zana asked when she reached Aya's side.

 

"We have," Aya nodded. She spit on the monster's corpse. "This creature will terrorize the women of these lands no more."

 

Zana looked around at the smoldering ruin of the forest. It was all ash and charred earth, a sign of the monster's fury as she and Aya fought to bring it down. When she turned back to the monster, she put a hand on Aya's shoulder, leaned in and planted a gentle kiss while rubbing Aya's back. "We should go. Let the villagers know they're safe."

 

Aya put her hand on Zana's, kissed it, nodded and stepped forward. She reached out for her weapon when the sound of thunder echoed across a clear blue sky. A moment later, lightning struck the ground several feet away and when the flash passed, three figures in dark robes stood before the two heroines.

 

Aya growled and grabbed her sword from the creature's head. She went to raise the weapon, but the smallest of the three figures held out her hand and launched a bolt of energy. It seared Aya's flesh and the sword flew from her grasp, much to the warrior's surprise. At that moment, an invisible force seized Aya and lifted her from the ground. She couldn't move her limbs or her head, only growl and loose cruses at the dark figures.

 

"Aya!" Zana cried out, looking from her companion to the three cloaked figures. She placed her hands apart and chanted words in an ancient tongue. Glowing energy crackled and she flung it forward. One of the figures stepped forward and held out a hand, catching the attack and throwing it back. Zana screamed as it hit, and sent her flying back several feet until she crashed and rolled across the ground.

 

"Zana!" Aya cried out and locked her fiery gaze on the three. "Who the hell are you?"

 

"You have slain our champion, warrior..." One of the cloaked figures said, motioning to the creature on the ground. "You are indeed of superior stock..."

 

The second figure, a woman, lifted her head. "She and the other are avatars of the goddesses. This is good."

 

"What are you talking about? What goddesses?!" Aya demanded.

 

"Worry not, for you belong to us now," the third of them said. "Mind, body and soul."

 

Aya screamed a series of threats as the third one walked toward her, but her limbs still ignored her commands to move. The figure waved a hand in front of Aya's face and she passed out instantly.

 

"We will turn one of the goddesses' weapons against them," one of the two men said.

 

"Indeed," the other of the men said before turning to Zana, who was slowly rising to her feet. "What of that one?"

 

The woman turned and stepped forward. "She is weak. She will be turned to ash," she said before holding out her hand and summoning a glowing aura of energy.

 

Zana looked at Aya and screamed her name, but received no response. There was a flash of light and Zana realized the attack was coming at her. She jumped out of the way just in time, and the massive explosion of the attack shook the ground beneath her bare feet. A cold realization ran through her core at that very moment: whoever these cloaked figures were, this Dark Tribunal, Zana was no match for them. If she may a move to rescue Aya, it would certainly be the last thing she ever did. A pit opened in Zana's stomach and her lip quivered.

 

She looked at Aya as she floated in mid air, unconscious, and a tear rolled down her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered before a portal blinked into existence behind her and she disappeared into it.

 

"She is of no consequence," one of the men uttered to his companions. "We have what we need to begin waging our long war against the goddesses. We will find that one, and all others like her, in time and destroy or enslave them all along with their damned matrons."

 

Thunder then cracked the sky again, lighting struck the ground where they all stood, and they were all gone in flash of light, leaving only scarred ground, the corpse of the monster, and Aya's discarded sword.

 

I. Delta City - Now

 

Aya looked at the wound on the flesh of her sword hand, as she often did when she was alone, and thought about the moment she received it. It was that day that the Dark Tribunal defeated and subjugated her. It was that day that she began the journey that ended with her becoming their emissary in the mortal world.

 

She looked out over the expanse of Delta City from the rooftop and marveled at it, thinking humanity had come a long way from small communities gathered in homes of wood and stone. She had hunted and either captured or slayed the many enemies of her masters over the long millennia, and now she felt as though the long war was nearly at an end.

 

She made her hand into a fist and lowered it, forcing her attention back on the scene that unfolded across the rooftop below her.

 

Erroth, the demon also known as the Ravager, was locked in battle with a heroine Aya came to learn was called the Azure Angel. For all of her skill, the Angel was outclassed by Erroth's superior speed and strength, and it showed when the demon plucked her from the air when she tried to hit him with a flying kick. A smile crossed Aya's face  as she continued to watch.

 

***

 

"Little blue bug," Erroth taunted as he stood over Azure Angel, his lean muscles flexed and his flaccid, massive cock dangling over the groggy heroine.

 

"With that little thing?" Angel motioned towards his hanging cock.

 

Erroth growled, his pride wounded by the insult. "I will break you, then I will drag you to my domain, where you torments will truly begin," he laughed.

 

Angel tried to crawl away, only for the demon to walk behind her in pursuit.

 

"Do not run from me. I'll only make your punishments worse."

 

Angel got up ran to the edge of the rooftop, prepared to make a desperate leap to the next one when Erroth leapt over her and cut off her escape. She skidded to a halt and gasped as Erroth grabbed her throat and lifted her. He then dug a clawed finger into her corset and ripped it off, exposing her young, nubile body to the cool night air. She winced when he licked her goosebump-covered flesh, but some of the fight left the heroine when Erroth squeezed her throat.

 

"Yes, you'll do nicely amongst my other recent trophies," he said as he began carving his brand into her left tit. He then dropped her on the hard surface of the rooftop, pinning her beneath his bulk as he guided his cock between her legs.

 

Azure Angel thrashed and kicked as best she could, trying to keep her legs closed as the demon grabbed her ankles with his extra arms and forced them apart.

 

He then perked up when he felt a surge of magic in the air. A brilliant flash went off a few feet away, and when it died, a blonde woman in flowing robes stood.

 

"Who the hell are...gyah!" Erroth cried out as a blast of light slammed into his chest and knocked him off the rooftop.

 

Angel sat up, rubbed her throat and rolled over, eyeing a pair of white boots as they approached. The woman in white knelt down and stroked Angel's hair.

 

"Rest easy. I've got you now," she said. Her voice was soft and angelic. Simply being in her presence made Angel feel at ease, her aches disappearing.

 

***

 

"Impossible!" Aya growled when she saw the woman. Her eye twitched in fury as she watched the woman in white help Azure Angel to her feet. Her hair was a brilliant yellow, and she seemed to glow. The woman in white then took Angel's hands and they both vanished in another flash of white light.

 

Aya growled, summoned her own portal, and jumped into it.

 

II

Ms. Americana stood before a massive screen on the wall of the She Legion's secret headquarters, arms folded across her chest as she studied the image in front of her for the hundredth time.

 

Active Roster

Lady Midnight - On Assignment (classified)

Wolf Woman - On Assignment (Mexico City)

Texas Star - On Assignment (Mexico City)

Azure Angel - On Patrol

Omega Woman - On Patrol

Green Specter - Captured (Mexico City)

Specter Girl - In Reserve

Shield - In Reserve

Amazing Babe - In Reserve

Champion Girl - In Reserve

Flag Girl - Scouting

Got Gal - M.I.A.

Got Chic - M.I.A

Hexanna - M.I.A.

 

She was focused on the three that read M.I.A, with each one stating a last known location and no information beyond that. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose just as the door to the room opened. Omega Woman walked in, shaking her head.

 

"I've been from one end of town to the next. No sign of them anywhere. I even shook down every brothel in Sugar Town. Nothing."

 

Americana sighed and nodded. "I've been monitoring the chatter trying to find any more sightings of this monster that showed up at the college where Got Chic was last seen, but no luck."

 

"Yeah," Omega Woman said. "Going by what I was able to dig up, it was especially tough. You think Dragon Queen is back? Maybe it's one of hers?"

 

Americana shook her head and brought up another list of faces on the monitor.

 

Dragon Queen - In Custody (Delta City Women's Prison)

Superia - In Custody (Delta City Women's Prison)

Queen Bee - In Custody (Louisiana State Pen.)

The Geek - In Custody (Delta City Prison)

Hellion - In Custody (SENTINEL Facility)

Nightmare Witch - At Large

Panthris - At Large (Last seen Mexico City)

Scorpio - At Large

Professor Pervo - At Large

Captain Chloroform - At Large

Esha - At Large

Jester Twins

-          Prank - At Large (Last seen Star City)

-          Punchline - At Large (Last seen Star City)

 

"Monsters don't fit the M.O. of anyone at large except Nightmare Witch," Americana explained.

 

"And good luck finding her without Hexanna..." Omega Woman said.

 

"Right..." Americana sighed again. "Maybe we can..."

 

Americana's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shift of air pressure. The two heroines spun around as a portal opened in midair and a topless Azure Angel fell out and hit the ground.

 

"Owwww..." the busty young heroine groaned and picked herself up, rubbing her ass after having landed on it. She took a moment to collect herself when she realized where she was. She then looked at her comrades. "Hey guys..."

 

"Where'd you come from?" Omega Woman asked, staring at the space in the air where the portal was before it vanished.

 

"I was somewhere on Miller Street, on patrol when this big ugly monster attacked me," she started.

 

Americana and Omega Woman looked at each other and then back at Angel.

"Seriously, he was, like, really ugly. I tried fighting him, but he was too strong. Then I tried getting away, but he caught me. He said something about adding me to his recent trophies, and I thought...Fuck. Dragged into another monster breeding pit," she said, rolling her eyes. "But then this woman in white robes popped up out of nowhere, shot the demon with some kind of energy blast, and got me out of there. Did Flag Girl find a new recruit already? That was fast."

 

She took a moment to breathe. "I need a drink of water." She started to walk toward the facility's kitchen when Americana grabbed her arm.

 

"Angel, this monster. What did it look like?"

 

"Ummm," Angel bit her lip and looked up in thought. "About seven feet tall, six eyes, pale, no hair. Lean."

 

"That's our guy," Omega Woman said out loud.

 

"What?" Angel looked at the two of them. "Wait...you knew that thing was out there?!"

 

"We think it's what grabbed Got Chic at the very least."

 

"And you didn't tell me?" Angel glared at them.

 

"We need to find this woman in white. She might know what this thing is," Americana said, turning to Omega Woman.

 

"You guys are dicks!"

 

Angel's outburst caused the two elder heroines to pause and look at her.

 

"I may have been able to prepare better if I knew there was some ugly monster hunting me while I was on patrol tonight," she said once she had their attention. "When is Lady Midnight getting back so I can continue training with her? She tells me stuff like this."

 

"Angel, calm down," Omega Woman approached her.

 

"No. This is just like that time where you made me track down that guy and you didn't tell me he was a freaking werewolf! I couldn't sit for a week after that!"

 

"We didn't realize he was capable of transforming at will at the time..." Americana explained.

 

"Look," Angel sighed, putting her hands together. "I know I'm one of the youngest ones here, and that means I get the shit jobs. Fine. Whatever. But I'd appreciate it if you guys at least let me in the loop on the important details like, you know, you might want to watch out for the ugly thing with the huge cock who may be hunting you."

 

"We will talk about this later," Americana said to her. "For now, we have to...what is that?" Americana paused and looked down at Angel's chest.

 

"What?" Angel asked, looking down at her 35Ds "They're called boobs." She grabbed them before poking Americana in hers.

 

"No, what is that mark?" Americana asked after smacking her hand away. She leaned in for a closer look. She noticed a mark, red with a faint glow. She then grabbed Angel's arm and walked her over to the computer, much to the junior heroine's surprise and protest. Americana grabbed her by her shoulders and stood her in front of a camera mounted on the desk. It snapped a picture of the symbol on Angel's tit and then cycled through a database until it settled on a stored image of the same symbol.

 

Omega Woman walked over and read the entry. "The Mark of Erroth. This symbol is the brand of Erroth the Ravager, a Duke of the 7th Circle. He can use it to track his victims, no matter where they are, no matter what realm they are in."

 

"W...what? The Ravager?! That thing knows where to find me?" Angel stepped away.

 

"Our monster has a name..." Americana said with a slight smile.

 

"Does it say what he does when he catches his victims?" Angel asked.

 

"Doesn't matter," Omega Woman said. "We catch him first, make him tells us what he did with Got Chic and whether he caught Got Gal and Hexanna, too."

 

Americana nodded and turned from the computer back to Angel. "You want to go out there and be our bait to lure this Erroth out?"

 

"No," Angel said emphatically. "But when do I ever get what I want?"

 

"That's right," Americana said, going back to the computer and reading up on the info it had on Erroth.

 

Angel glared at Americana when she was sure the heroine wasn't looking at her and mouthed something to herself. Omega Woman walked up and put an arm around her shoulder to lead her away. "Come on, let's get you that water and one of your spare costumes."

 

***

 

"There's something terribly wrong with this..." Azure Angel said to herself, perched on the edge of a rooftop overlooking the city.

 

"What's wrong?" Americana asked. Her voice came in over a communication stud in Angel's ear.

 

"It's cold, I'm waiting to get attacked by some demon, and you just now show me we have a way to talk to each other," Angel answered.

 

"Angel, focus," Americana responded.

 

"Can you just promise me we'll have a long talk about how you guys send us junior members out under-prepared all the freaking time?"

 

"Help us catch this monster so we can find the others, and we can talk about cartoons, as far as I'm concerned," Americana replied.

 

"I do not watch cartoons..." Angel lied.

 

"I have movement on the ground," Omega Woman cut in. Angel glanced up at the general area in the sky where she knew Omega Woman hovered and then looked down.

 

On the desolate sidewalk, a woman with blonde hair and eyeglasses walked along, wrapped in her coat and constantly looking around.

 

Angel watched her closely, tracking her every move and prepared to follow her if she got too far away.

 

"Civilian in the area Omega Woman said.

 

"I see her," Angel said, standing upright. "I'll send her away."

 

With that, she leapt from the rooftop and landed, light as a feather, mere feet away from the woman, who jumped in surprise and barely suppressed a scream.

 

"Hello," Angel smiled and waved. "My name is Azure Angel. We're conducting an investigation in the area and it's dangerous for civilians to be out here right now. I'll escort you to safety."

 

The woman stared at Angel silently and Angel stared back. Angel looked at her closely, a strange feeling of familiarity coming over her. She tried to place the woman's face, but had no luck. She was about 5 foot 8, with green eyes and looked to be in her early or mid 30s. Angel wondered just where she had seen the woman before.

 

"Can you understand me?" Angel asked when she didn't get a reply. "Habla Espanol? Parles français?"

 

Still no answer, but now the woman looked frightened.

 

"Try German," Omega Woman said. "We're on the edge of a neighborhood with a lot of German immigrants."

 

"I don't freaking know German!" Angel snapped back in a whisper. She looked to the woman again, who jumped to attention and pointed past Angel.

 

"Look out!" she screamed.

 

Angel blinked in confusion and then turned around when the woman pointed. Before she could react, a giant, clammy, pale hand wrapped around her neck and lifted her from the ground.

 

"There you are, little blue bug..." Erroth laughed. "I've been looking for you," he said, prodding the soft flesh on her tit where his brand glowed. "I'm going to have to punish you for running from me. You and the whore in white. Who was she?" Erroth asked with a threatening growl, while squeezing Angel's neck. He then sniffed the air and turned around.

 

"Put her down!" the blonde woman demanded.

 

"I will deal with you later, commoner," Erroth hissed and a tendril appeared from his back and lashed out, striking the woman and sending her flying into a nearby wall. She hit it and slumped to the ground.

 

"No!" Angel choked. She punched Erroth to try and get free, but the demon simply laughed at her efforts.

 

"Save some of that energy," he taunted while drawing his finger across her ample cleavage. "We have plenty of time."

 

Before he could continued, a red streak flew across the sky, descending and hit Erroth, throwing him back.

 

Angel fell from his grip and Omega Woman caught her before she fell to the ground.

 

"You okay?" Omega Woman asked.

 

"Fine," Angel said, standing up and cracking her knuckles.

 

Americana assisted the blonde woman. "She's fine, just stunned." She then stepped forward, eyeing Erroth. "Let's do this, ladies."

 

The demon found himself surrounded and got lower to the ground. Two more arms sprouted from his sides as he prepared to pounce while looking at the three. He leapt at Americana first. She squatted and timed her jump so that she leapt over Erroth just as he reached her. She kicked off the demon's back to push herself into the air and flipped.

 

When Erroth landed and turned around, Omega Woman was already on him. A hard fist found his face and the blow was powerful enough to stagger the demon. Omega Woman pressed her advantage, peppering the demon with blows to his body and forcing him back.

 

Erroth growled in frustration and blocked his face with two arms while blocking his torso with the other two. He sprouted tendrils from his back and lashed at Omega Woman, but she ducked and dodged them with lightning reflexes while continuing to attack until she had Erroth against the wall.

 

She found an opening and drove her fist into his ribs, stunning him and causing him to drop his guard. When he did, Azure Angel ran up behind Omega Woman with a collapsible staff in her hands. Its surface surged with electricity and she yelled and smacked Erroth across the face, staggering the demon.

 

Erroth lashed out, swinging long limbs that Angel managed to dodge and duck. She flipped back when Erroth swung downward, putting some distance between them. When he went to attack, a manhole cover slammed into the side of his side. He spun around, several teeth flying from his head and saw Americana with a smirk on her face. The Queen of Justice picked a metal trash can up from the sidewalk and tossed it up. She then spun and kicked it in his direction.

 

Erroth growled and jumped clear of the projectile, and then began scrambling up the wall of the building behind him, realizing he had underestimated the three heroines.

 

"I shall return!" he vowed, halfway up the wall when words of power echoed through his the air.

 

"CEASE DEMON!"

 

Erroth felt a force take hold as his muscles froze, refusing the signal from his brain to move.

 

"Wha...wha is this?!" he asked out loud.

 

Omega Woman hovered next to him in the air and smirked. "This is the part where you lose," she said with a smirk before punching him in the face and knocking him off the wall.

 

Erroth hit the sidewalk in an unmoving heap and stared at the night sky. The three heroines stood around him and glanced down before looking at each other. The three of them then turned to the blonde woman in the glasses. She had a look on her face that suggested she knew questions were coming.

 

She gave the three heroines a nervous chuckle and held up her hands to show she wasn't a threat. "I came out here tracking him, hoping at least one of you would show up too. Perhaps we should go to my laboratory. I promise I can explain everything," she said to them.

 

Americana shrugged and turned to Angel. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

 

Angel rubbed the marks on her neck. "Then he can choke you next time," she said before collapsing her staff and putting it on her belt. "You're probably into that, aren't you?" the younger heroine said, sticking out her tongue.

 

"Catiness is not a good look, Angel. Neither is kink-shaming," Americana said to her as the younger heroine walked away. She then gasped when Angel responded with an extended middle finger.

 

Omega Woman shook her head and chuckled.

 

Dr. Crawford put a hand to her chest. "Oh my...She's a lively one..."

 

"Yeah...a real gem," Americana scowled before walking off.

 

III

 

Aya swallowed a lump in her throat and kept her gaze to the ground under her bended knee.

 

"Repeat what you have just said," one of the Tribunal said to her.

 

"Master Khemus," she started. "I saw Zana. She was the one who attacked Erroth when he had one of the Aphrodites in his clutches."

 

"And you did nothing to stop her," Dratia, the woman of the Tribunal, spoke.

 

Aya remained silent.

 

"Perhaps you still miss the warmth of your old lover's body after these many years," the third, Nyeus, said.

 

Aya hesitated. "My loyalty is only to the Tribunal," Aya promised.

 

"We will determine that later," All three said.

 

"Does the Ravager yet live?" Dratia asked.

 

"I believe so," Aya answered.

 

"Then go and punish him for his failure to deal with her," Khemus ordered. "If your old companion has contacted the Aphrodite scum on this world, then the Ravager is now a liability. She will no doubt be able to stop him where they could not."

 

Aya rose and eyed the Tribunal as they stood before her.

 

"And perhaps you too will remember the price of failing us," Nyeus said.

 

Aya turned to her left and saw Got Gal and Got Chic suspended in translucent, crimson crystals that hovered in the air. She swallowed a lump in her throat again and quickly vanished through a portal.

 

***

 

Aya emerged in Erroth's domain, in front of the demon's throne and scanned the area. The landscape was barren of life save for Erroth's captives and their unworldly tormentors.

 

Sara Kraft and Esha were still held in place on the wall behind the throne, probed, penetrated, and fondled by phantom hands. Their eyes were glossed over in endless ecstasy and their thighs were slick with their own juices.

 

Hexanna remained suspended over the pit of writhing tentacles that filled every hole she had, pumping in and out while exploring the sorceress' nubile body.

 

"It's you! I know you!"

 

Aya stepped back with a hand on the grip of her sword when she heard the voice. Nightmare Witch, with collar still on her neck and chain still connected to the throne, emerged on her hands and knees and looked up at Aya. Erroth's brands covering her naked flesh dimmed.

 

"Where is your master?" Aya asked.

 

"Not here. Not here. He's out there. Hunting." Nightmare Witch said, pointing at nothing in particular.

 

"He hasn't come back?"

 

Nightmare Witch shook her head. She had the look in her eyes of someone whose mind had long since been broken. "But I know you. You're one of the first. Aren't you? I heard about you. Erroth likes his history. He's very old. And so are you."

 

Aya narrowed her eyes and removed a cube from her hooded cloak. She held it out and it projected the image of the Tribunal.

 

"Speak," all three said.

 

"The Ravager isn't here. He must still be in the mortal world."

 

"Find him and deal with him, then," they spoke. There was a pause and Dratia motioned her head. "We have need of that one. Send her to us."

 

Aya turned to Hexanna as the image faded. She put the cube away and walked over to the helpless sorceress while drawing her sword. She stood on the edge of the pit and peered down. The mass of writhing tentacles all converged on a bulky, shifting mass of a body dominated by a single, massive red eye that regarded Aya with lust. She threw her sword tip first into the eye, causing the horror to let out a horrible shriek. It pulled its tentacles from Hexanna's body and retreated into its hole, dropping the sorceress. Aya leapt across the pit, catching the unconscious heroine in her arms and landing on the other side.  She then held out her hand and her weapon flew from the pit and back into it. When a portal flashed open in front of her, Aya threw Hexanna in and closed it.

 

She stood up and walked toward Nightmare Witch with her sword covered in a thick, black liquid from the monster's eye.

 

Nightmare Witch shrank back, cowered, and covered her head when Aya raised the weapon. The blade then came down and broke the chain.

 

Nightmare Witch looked up and gagged when Aya picked the chain up and yanked on it.

 

"You're coming with me," Aya told her before they vanished through a different portal.

 

***

 

A series of bonds etched in markings held Erroth against the wall of a massive chamber furnished with a strange mix or scientific and arcane instruments. Americana stood in front of the beast and looked the bonds over.

 

"What kind of technology is this?" she asked aloud.

 

"It looks like magic to me," Azure Angel said, walking up next to her.

 

"Heh," Erroth chuckled. "At least one of you isn't an idiot..."

 

Americana glared at him and prepared to say something when the door opened and the blonde woman walked in, her heels clicking loudly against the stone floor.

 

"I'm sorry that this has all happened as it has," she said to them. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Ashley Crawford."

 

Omega Woman leaned against the table with her arms folded. "What are you a doctor of, Crawford?"

 

"I'm just someone who wants to help the Aphrodites. I know how dangerous our world is. Erroth here is just a small player in the grand scheme."

 

"It's much more than that," Americana said. "How did you stop Erroth just by yelling?"

 

Dr. Crawford looked at the heroines and sighed. "There's so much I need to tell you all, but not enough time. Please, just trust me."

 

"I want to see something..." Angel said. She walked to a table and picked up a scalpel.

 

"What are you doing?" Americana asked.

 

"Nooothin'...." Angel played innocent.

 

 

"Angel....ANGEL!" Americana screamed as Azure Angel spun the blade and launched it at Dr. Crawford's face.

 

Everything went silent, and Americana stood stunned as she watched the scalpel hover in the air, right between Dr. Crawford's eyes.

 

The doctor sighed and took off her glasses and the tool fell uselessly to the floor. "Perhaps it is best not to play games...My name is Zana. I'm an Aphrodite, like you."

 

There was a flash of light, and when it died, her blonde hair flowed freely and seemed to glow. Her simple blouse and skirt were replaced by flowing white, low-cut robes that showed off her pale, unblemished skin.

 

"I knew it!" Angel squealed. "That's her. That's the woman I saw earlier!"

 

"Yes," Zana nodded. "I'm sorry for the deception, but it isn't my way to be so hands-on. It's why I left Angel at your headquarters instead of appearing myself as I should have. I'm afraid, however, that we do not have the time luxury of time."

 

Americana stepped forward. "Where do you come from, Zana?"

 

"She's one of the first, you little fool," Erroth answered.

 

All of the women turned to the demon.

 

"First what?" Omega Woman asked. "One of the first Aphrodites?"

 

Zana simply nodded.

 

"It has been far too long since I have tasted one of the First," Erroth laughed. "When I am free, I will savor every moment of it this time.

 

The demon groaned when Omega Woman flew over and punched him the face.

 

"Unless you tell us where our friends are, you'd better keep your mouth shut, ugly," she threatened.

 

"I will fuck the fight out of, whore," Erroth promised. "You will belong to me. All of you will."

 

Omega Woman growled and prepared to strike him again, but Zana gently took her hand.

 

"Physical violence will not make him speak," she warned. "I will handle this."

 

Omega Woman stepped back as Zana approached Erroth and placed her hands on the sides of his head. She then closed her eyes.

 

The three heroines kept their distance and watched, and Americana jabbed her elbow into Angel's ribs.

 

"Ow! What's your problem?!"

 

"You could have killed her with that little stunt!" Americana chastised in a harsh whisper.

 

"I knew it would be fine," Angel told her. "I had a hunch."

 

"We'll talk about this later," Americana said, turning her attention back to Zana.

 

***

 

Zana stood in the middle of a flat, gray, arid wasteland with dark mountains in the distance and a dark sky overhead.

 

"Hmm, your mindspace is empty, demon. I expected something a bit more...chaotic..." Zana spoke while looking around.

 

"Oh, that is to come, my pet," Erroth's voice echoed.

 

Before Zana could reply, hands formed from the landscape and grabbed her ankles, pulling her down until she was on her back. More hands emerged, grabbing her arms, waist and shoulders to hold her in place. More hands tore at her robes to get at the supple skin underneath, and Zana struggled against their hold, trying to free herself.

 

"You cannot fight me here. I am all powerful," Erroth told her.

 

Zana tried to object, but hands slid up the sides of her neck and fingers pried open her jaw before forcing themselves into her mouth and down her throat. At the same time, more hands slid up her thighs, teasing her womanhood and playing with the soft flesh.

 

She could feel the surprisingly smooth skin of the hands brushing against her lower lips, sending a shudder through her body while hands around her ankles pulled her legs apart, giving Erroth easier access.

 

Every part of Zana's body was covered in a sentient mass of grasping hands, playing with the tender areas, pulling her hair, and readying for Erroth's punishments. At the same time, she felt herself being pulled down, sinking beneath the writhing mass until she was completely submerged in darkness. The sheer collective weight of her captors made movement nearly impossible, but Zana remained calm and closed her eyes, even as fingers entered her while two hands seized and squeezed her throat.

 

"Do you fear me, Aphrodite?" Erroth's voice echoed. "You do not struggle, or fight, or rage against me. Have you already resigned yourself to the fate I have laid out for you?" The demon laughed as Zana sank completely from view.

 

Every naked inch of her body as covered, and impossibly tight grips forced her legs as far apart as they would spread while one of the hands entered her and began thrusting in and out. She remained calm, still, in the twisting mass.

 

"I will break you. Then I will break those three whores," Erroth promised.

 

Still, he got no response from Zana.

 

"Have you nothing to say? No cries for mercy?"

 

"You are an arrogant son of a bitch," Zana's voice suddenly echoed.

 

"Wha...how did you?"

 

A flash of light erupted, incinerating the darkness around Zana and eradicating the landscape. In its place was an endless void of white, and Erroth found himself in his earthly form, as he scanned the area.

 

"What have you done?!" The demon demanded.

 

He turned when he saw a figure and crouched low when he recognized Zana, her naked body unblemished and a smile on her face.

 

"I will have your head!" Erroth howled and launched himself at her, only to be stopped by a powerful grip around his neck.

 

Zana held him up and squeezed. "Such a singular, simplistic mind..." she said, squeezing. There was a loud crack and Erroth's lifeless husk dropped to the ground.

 

Zana stood and stared at the body at her feet, turning away only when she sensed movement behind her. Chains shout out from dark portals and seized her wrists and ankles. Another wrapped around her neck. Her massive chest heaved and the muscles of her thighs twitched as the chains tightened.

 

Erroth's injuries corrected themselves and the demon stood, growling. "You will suffer for that..." He promised.

 

But then he blinked and felt restrained himself. It took him a moment before he realized he was the one in chains and Zana circled him, holding a cruel looking, toothed dagger in her hand. Glowing golden symbols decorated her naked body.

 

"I am protected, demon," Zana said, motioning to the markings on her skin.

 

"Parlor tricks from dying and irrelevant goddesses..." Erroth spat.

 

"Goddesses you have vexxed for far too long. It was my mistake in hiring Ms. Kraft to retrieve that idol where you were imprisoned. I see now I should have done it myself."

 

Erroth remained quiet as she approached him, waving the blade.

 

"Nothing to say? Ah...you know what power this weapon holds in this place? You may be a threat in the physical world, but here...my power is absolute. And you will tell me what I want to know."

 

Erroth opened his mouth to speak, but only screamed as Zana plunged the dagger into his side. For the first time in centuries, Erroth the Ravager was subjected to true pain.

 

***

 

"Guys...should we be...doing something?" Azure Angel broke the silence.

 

"It's only been 30 seconds..." Americana replied. "Give her time."

 

The three of them watched as Zana stood with her eyes closed and hands on the sides of Erroth's head. They then jumped back when Zana jolted awake with a scream. She spun around and looked at them. Her skin was pale and slick with sweat that made her robes cling to her curves, her eyes were wide. She had the look of someone who had just been exposed to some horrible truth.

 

When she explained what information she pulled from Erroth, the three heroines adopted the same looks. Zana told them about the Dark Tribunal and how Hexanna, Got Gal, and Got Chic were all captured. She told them how the Tribunal told Erroth to hunt them. She told them about the Dark Emissary who acted as the agent of the tribunal.

 

Americana took a deep breath and was the first to speak. "We have to rescue the others. We need to find and capture this emissary."

 

***

 

Elsewhere, Aya stood on a rooftop in Delta City and stared into the distance.

 

"The Ravager is that way. His magic stinks," Nightmare Witch said, pointing east. Erroth's multitude of brands on her body faded in intensity.

 

"Zana is with him. I can smell her, too," Aya uttered. "You coward. Come out and face me..."

 

"They are not alone. Not alone," Nightmare Witch said, on her hands and knees at Aya's side with the chain still around her neck. "No magic on the others, but I think they're filthy heroes."

 

"Indeed..." Aya nodded. "We will need assistance," she said while looking down at the street below. There was a small handful of men and women in leather vests and jackets talking and laughing loudly near a row of motorcycles. Their vests all had the same graphic on the back: a laughing skull and two scythes positioned like crossbones underneath. The words "Grim Reapers Motorcycle Club. Delta Chapter." encircled the image.

 

Aya smirked and jumped from the rooftop and Nightmare Witch followed.

 

The two of them landed and walked past the crowd outside. The men and women fell silent and watched Aya as she opened the door to the bar they were in front of.

 

Inside, loud rock music filled the air as a collected crowd of bikers drank beers, shot pool, and held loud debates. In a corner, there was a large man and a naked woman half his size fucking on a couch.

 

Everyone stopped what they were doing when they noticed Aya.

 

"Listen to me, you filth. You work for me now," Aya declared.

 

More silence.

 

Then, one biker, a tall lanky man with a graying beard, stepped forward. "Yeah, sweet tits? How so? Don't you know Halloween is over?" he said, motioning to Aya's skimpy black leather outfit, hooded cloak, and sword.

 

She ignored the man and kept eyeing everyone else. "Resist me or not, you are all coming with me."

 

"Someone needs to put you on your knees and teach you a lesson, bitch!" Someone called from the crowd to several laughs.

 

"Very well..." Aya said, gripping her sword. Behind her, the door opened and the gang members from outside came in.

 

Several of the bikers brandished bats and bottles, and a few even pulled guns from their jackets and vest. Aya simply smiled, drew her sword, and charged the nearest person to an eruption of shouts and gunfire.

 

 

The battle was over in moments, and Aya walked through the carnage, licking blood from her blade. Her pale skin dripped red.

 

Nightmare Witch sat against the wall. "Slaughtered like cattle. All them. Slaughtered," she commented and giggled..

 

"Come on," Aya told her as she headed for the door. In her wake, the bikers began to rise and their bodies convulsed, twisting into horrific demonic forms, corpses now possessed after having been slain by Aya's corrupted blade. One by one, they followed their mistress outside.

 

Aya stood on the sidewalk as her army climbed upon their motorcycles and took off down the street in a great, loud tide of roaring engines. A portal opened at Aya's side and her horses emerged, the fire in its eyes and on its hooves flaring brightly. She grabbed Nightmare Witch and threw her on the back of her mount before climbing on herself and following behind her army.

 

***

 

"So..." Azure Angel spoke up. "This Dark Tribunal is, like, the ultimate evil?"

 

Zana nodded. "For millennia they and others like them have sought to end the Aphrodite threat, and have carried out a campaign to slay or imprison our matron goddesses in order to weaken us. There used to be thousands of goddesses who protected and guided our kind, now there are only a few dozen."

 

Omega Woman and Americana stared at each other in disbelief.

 

"Why are we just now learning about this? Why are we just now meeting you?" Omega Woman asked. "All this time, we've been losing a war we didn't even know we were fighting?"

 

Zana sighed and shook her head. "This world is not the only one where our kind fights..." she explained. "I and others have been all over creation on behalf of the goddesses, trying to hold back the darkness. In some places we succeed, in many more we have failed. This world is just the latest in the path of our enemies."

 

"Okay...okay..." Americana muttered, trying to make sense of it. "One thing at a time. First, we have to rescue the others..."

 

"Agreed," Zana nodded. "It is a dangerous task, but I will help you. You can help play a major role in stopping the Tribunal."

 

"There is no stopping them," Erroth interrupted.

 

The heroines all turned and looked at the imprisoned demon.

 

"You will all be swallowed by the dark, and I will be there, waiting to claim you all. Mind and body."

 

"How about you swallow my fist?" Omega Woman threatened.

 

"I will enjoy breaking you the most, I think," the demon taunted. "I have subjugated better whores than you."

 

Omega Woman growled and stomped toward Erroth.

 

Azure Angel stepped out of her way and then perked up and looked around, before eyeing the building's windows. "Guys..."

 

"You must not give in to his taunting," Zana said after she put herself in front of Omega Woman. "His empty threats mean nothing, especially as I hold him."

 

"It would be better to just shut him up forever, wouldn't it?" Omega Woman said.

 

"Guys!" Azure Angel tried again.

 

"Omega Woman is right," Americana added. "You learned everything you need from him, right? So why don't we just get rid of him?"

 

Zana turned and looked at the demon and then at the heroines. "Powerful demons like him don't die so easily," she warned.

 

"Indeed..." Erroth grinned.

 

"GUYS!" Angel shouted, finally.

 

Everyone stopped and looked at her.

 

"Doesn't anyone else hear that?"

 

The room fell silent as everyone picked up faint rumbling that got louder within seconds. The roar of dozens of engines seeped in at first, before the sound of it right outside the walls filled the room, almost to a point where it was deafening. Windows then shattered as demons on motorcycles crashed through and into Zana's hideout.

 

The demon-possessed Grim Reapers flooded the room with hollers and the screaming of their engines as they circled the four woman like a pack of predatory animals. When one got close, Omega Woman yanked him off his bike with one hand and stopped the vehicle with the other. She threw the bike into another rider and threw the rider into the wall next to Erroth.

 

This created an opening that allowed the other three to throw themselves at various sections of the circling bikers, even as they closed in and raised their bats, chains, and pipes to attack the heroines. The room exploded into chaos, with Americana diving and tackling a demon biker from his ride while Angel jumped and kicked another one off of his ride.

 

Zana drew one in and raised her hands, moving them in a pattern known only to her. Just as she did, the biker charging at her hit a symbol that only flashed in the air when it was hit. She smiled to herself and then turned when the door flew open and a chill suddenly filled the room. She looked past everyone else, past the heroines as they engaged in battle with the bikers, and stared at the woman on the horse who stood in the doorway.

 

"A...Aya?"

 

Aya smirked and threw her hood back. Her pitch black hair was tied back and decorated with a circlet of small bones and her once green eyes were now milky white. She jumped down from her horse, keeping one hand on her sword as she walked through the chaos of the battle in front of her. As she did, one biker had managed to hook a chain around Americana's leg and dragged the Queen of Justice behind him as he tore through the room.

 

Another biker had a lead pipe around Azure Angel's neck while another pummeled the helpless heroine with punches to the stomach.

 

Omega Woman fared better, with several of the demonic bikers unconscious at her feet, but more, the majority of the gang, attacked her. They swarmed her, determined to drag her down due to sheer numbers.

 

But Zana could only watch Aya as she walked toward her.

 

"Hello, Zana. How long has it been?" Aya asked once they were face to face.

 

Zana stared at her in disbelief and reached out to touch her face. "You've been alive this whole time? I didn't recognize you from Erroth's visions. You've changed...what...what have those monsters done to you?" she asked while reaching out.  

 

Aya smirked and leaned forward, pulling Zana in. She put her lips to Zana's, planting a long, deep kiss as she wrapped one arm around her waist and their ample chests touched.

 

Aya gently bit Zana's lip as she pulled back, and then looked her in the eyes and smiled. She moved her hand from her waist and took Zana's hand. "I've changed more than you know. Soon, we'll be together again as agents of the Dark Tribunal."

 

"No..." Zana gasped and tried to pull away.

 

Aya gripped her hand and pulled her in, driving her other fist into Zana's ribs and bringing her to her knees.

 

Zana groaned and fell, being forced to look up when Aya gripped her hair and pulled. "All these millennia apart. We will get reacquainted soon enough," Aya promised as a portal ripped open behind Zana.

 

Zana looked back at the mass of swirling energy and then at her old friend. "Aya, wait!" she shouted before Aya kicked her in the chest and sent her, screaming, through the portal.

 

Aya took a deep breath and turned around as the noise of the battle died down. The Grim Reapers had the heroines subdued, all three stripped, gagged, and bound in heavy chains that glowed with sinister magic.

 

Aya looked away and waved her hand. "Take them," she said as she approached the captive Erroth.

 

She could hear the laughs of the bikers and muffled protests of the heroines as they vanished through the portal.

 

"You had one job, demon," Aya said to Erroth.

 

"A misstep. I will not let it happen again," Erroth said to her.

 

"No. The council sent me to assure that."

 

Erroth simply growled as Aya drew her sword and a sharp pain shot through his neck. His head then tumbled from his shoulders and fell before Aya's boots.

 

Aya put her sword back in the sheath and turned to the door, where her horse stood patiently. "Witch!" she called out.

 

Nightmare Witch peered from the hallway on the other side of the door and came shuffling in, her head bowed.

 

Aya kicked Erroth's head to her like a ball, and when it came to rest at Nightmare Witch's feet, she knelt and grabbed it.

 

"His hold on you is broken, and I have no more need for you. I release you from my service. Do what you will," Aya told her.

 

Nightmare watched Erroth's brands disappear from her naked flesh, and a demented smile crossed her face.

 

"Unhand me, right now!" Erroth's severed head demanded.

 

Aya turned away and vanished into the portal with her horse following behind her. Nightmare Witch simply cackled and ran from the room, clutching the demon's head against her naked tit.

 

IV

Zana pulled against the chains around her wrists and ankles. The smooth stone against her back was cold, and pulsed with a dark, perverse magic that sent nausea through her body.

 

She looked up at the black sun in the center of a red sky over her head as lightning flashed. She then looked back down, where Aya knelt before the images of the Dark Tribunal. "Aya! Don't do this!" she screamed, struggling against her chains again. To the right, Got Gal, Got Chic, and Hexanna stood suspended in their floating crystalline prisons, their naked bodies on full display and their eyes closed.

 

"You have surpassed our expectations, emissary," Nyeus said to Aya.

 

"I live to serve," Aya answered, her head still bowed.

 

"With the combined magic these three possess," Dratia said. "We can summon another of the hated goddesses and remove her from the board."

 

Zana gasped and renewed her struggle.

 

"And that one," Khemus said, turning his head to Zana. "Will be broken and made to serve at our whim."

 

"If I may..." Aya interrupted, looking up at them.

 

The Tribunal turned their collective gaze on her.

 

"I would like to keep Zana for myself. She has much to answer for. Accounts with me that need to be settled."

 

"Aya, what are you..."

 

"Silence!" Khemus barked before Zana could finished.

 

"And what would you do with her?" Dratia asked.

 

"She should be subjected to the trials of carnality," Aya answered. "Her body used for nothing more than pleasure while her identity and sanity are slowly stripped away until she is little more than a drooling, moaning thing to be impregnated by the Lords of Sin. They will be instrumental in our campaign, and I can think of no greater gift to them than a pet groomed by the goddesses themselves."

 

Zana's heart sank when she heard Aya, her blood running cold at the thought, given what she new about the entities Aya named.

 

"The Lords of Sin..." Nyeus repeated the name. "Fat, shortsighted gluttons who cannot see past whatever fleeting pleasure they currently fancy. No, she is far too valuable."

 

Aya looked back at Zana and growled and then turned to the council. "If I may speak..."

 

"You may not," Khemus cut her off. "Our pact with the Lords of Sin is already sealed, but if you seek to please them, then turn over those three mortal cows your brought back with you. Or spread your own legs for them."

 

Aya clenched her teeth and balled her hand into a fist, biting her tongue.

 

"Careful, emissary..." Dratia said. "You are a valuable tool to us, but do not forget that a tool is all you are. One of many. You will have to find some other way to satisfy your revenge. This one," she nodded to Zana. "Belongs to us."

 

Aya rose to her full height and simply nodded, her stare never leaving her masters. She then walked to the edge of the ring where they all stood, and looked out onto the hellish landscape below the tower she was on top of.

 

"AYA!" Zana screamed after her old friend as she leapt from the tower's peak and to the ground below.

 

***

 

Azure Angel gasped and breathed in a big breath of air when the demon biker pulled her face away his crotch, and his cock out of her mouth. The petite Asian heroine spit on the filthy floor of the stone building she and the others had been dragged into and looked up just in time to catch a glob of the demon's cum on her face.

 

She growled, but another demon grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her back. Her bare ass scraped against the dirt floor and when she looked around, all she could see was demons crowding the room.

 

The demon dragging Angel forced the heroine to her feet, giving her a better view of the room. To her right, she saw a defiant Omega Woman with a collar around her neck. Long, metal poles were attached to sides of the collar and the demons at the ends taunted the heroine as she screamed and cursed at them. Her costume was torn to shreds and, as the two demon handlers pulled her back and forth, a third demon came up behind the heroine with what looked like a beer bottle in one hand while the other caressed one of her tits. The demon drew a long, serpent-like tongue across Omega Woman's upper chest and laughed before pouring his drink on her head. She screamed and slammed her head back into the demon's nose, sending him reeling. Laughter erupted from the other demons and a fourth one kicked out Omega Woman's knees and brought her down.

 

Angel's instincts caused her to try and run to Omega Woman as demons swarmed the heroine and dragged her to the ground, but the demon forcing Angel along had other plans. She looked around the room, above a crude bar not far from her, and noticed what looked like trophies nailed to the wall. There were so many skulls, some looked human, many looked like creatures Angel couldn't identify. She also saw weapons, most of them worn from use. Other trophies included a pair of angelic wings, broken armor, and just what Angel was looking for: her utility belt, right next to Americana's.

 

It was then that Angel realized she hadn't seen Americana. "Hey," Angel said to the demon dragging her along, only to be ignored. "I said HEY!" she shouted, kicking him in the leg. The demon turned and their eyes met, his burning with annoyance as several other demons around them paused to look.

 

"Where's the other one?" She asked, not breaking contact. "The tall one with dark hair?"

 

The demon snorted and motioned his head. Angel followed and looked across the room, where she saw a naked and gagged Americana strapped to a giant wheel mounted to the wall. It slowly spun her counterclockwise and several large knives were impaled in the surface, some of them dangerously close to the Queen of Justice's flesh. A clawed hand sprouting from the wheel had two fingers plunged into her pussy, thrusting in and out, causing her to drool into her gag as her eyes rolled back and her pussy dripped onto her legs.

 

"Shit..." Angel muttered. She turned back in Omega Woman's direction and saw her on her knees with a demon's cock down her throat while several others had theirs out, stroking and waiting to unload on the helpless heroine. Angel turned back in Americana's direction when she heard metal strike wood and loud cheers go up. Another knife was impaled right next to Americana's head, and her blue eyes were wide with terror as the disembodied hand continued pumping in and out of her.

 

"You call that a throw?!" Angel shouted to the demons gathered before Americana. Everyone in the bar turned to her.

 

"That was pathetic," she addressed the crowd, since she wasn't sure which demon threw the knife. "You're pathetic. Who taught you how to throw knives, hmm?"

 

A wiry demon with blue-green skin and a crown of short horns pushed through and approached her with anger in his eyes. "Maybe Jogmol put you on wheel instead, pretty. Yes? Or maybe Jogmol just fuck you in every hole you have," the demon proposed, raising a knife.

 

"Jogmol?" Angel repeated the creature's apparent name. "Sounds too much like jack-off."

 

Jogmol snarled while the other demons laughed.

 

"How about this instead. I beat you in knife throwing, you let us go. I lose, you all can do whatever you want with us."

 

"We already have you doing what we want, pretty," Jogmol smirked.

 

"So you're scared I'll beat you...Jack-off?" Angel let the name hang in the air and a sneer crossed Jogmol's face.

 

"Jogmol will shut this one's mouth. Give this one knives!" the demon shouted. The demons went into a frenzy at the thought of the competition, and in the confusion, Angel caught Americana's gaze.

 

What do you think you're doing? The look on Americana's face said.

 

Angel winked at her and mouthed the words. "Be ready." She then turned to Omega Woman, still on her knees and with thick, demonic cum dripping down her chin, and mouthed the same thing. Omega Woman simply nodded and glared at the demons around her.

 

Angel took one more glance at her belt on the wall just as Jogmol shoved throwing knives in her hands and then pushed her toward the wheel.

 

Angel carried five blades, all surprisingly well crafted and balanced. She tested the weight of one in one hand and nodded as she got used to the feel. She tossed it up, balanced it on the tip of her finger, and then twirling it in her hand, letting it roll across the back of her wrist while she caught it.

 

"So...Jack-off, here's my proposal. I get closer to her without cutting her, and I win. So simple, even you could understand it."

 

Jogmol looked Angel over and folded his arms across his narrow chest. "Jogmol is just thinking about which hole he will fill first."

 

Angel looked down to see the demon's cock stiffening in his pants.

 

"Jogmol wonders if you are not concerned about hurting your friend?"

 

"She's not my friend," Angel said. "All she does is boss me around and put me down."

 

Americana uttered something in her gag.

 

Angel pointed a knife in Omega Woman's direction. "She's all right, though."

 

"Jogmol thinks this is trick."

 

"Jack-off can shut up and let me throw," Angel said, turning away.

 

"Jogmol will not tolerate your insolent tongue!"

 

"Leave her alone and let her throw..." Another demon, the one who had been dragging Angel, cut in. "...Jack-off."  

 

The name was repeated by a few more demons, and as Angel readied her throw, it spread into a chant among the crowd.

 

"Jack-off, Jack-off, Jack-off."

 

Their guttural taunts filled the room and Angel smirked. It was working.

 

"Jogmol will gut you all!" the demon growled, lashing out at the taunts. But they only grew louder as many of the demons began stomping, many of them not even paying attention to Angel anymore.

 

The noise grew deafening, and as Angel raised her knife to throw at Americana, there was a cry of surprise followed by riotous shouting. Angel turned around just in time to watch the demon who had been dragging her drop dead to the floor, his head twisted around. Jogmol stood over him, grinning.

 

"Not so funny now!"

 

Another demon attacked Jogmol and the whole room erupted into a demonic brawl.

 

Angel stepped back, away from the melee and tossed the knives over her shoulders without looking, cutting Americana's simple rope bonds. The Queen of Justice fell to the floor and rolled to her feet before pulling her gag out. When Angel faced her, she held out the one knife she had left at her side and bowed.

 

"How did..." Americana started before pulling the hand out of her pussy and throwing it aside. "How did you know that would work?" Americana asked.

 

"Because Lady Midnight actually teaches me things that can save my ass," Angel answered. "Like how a demon's pride is the worst thing you can wound."

 

Americana simply scoffed and pushed past her. "Come on," she said.

 

While the demons fought, Americana jumped up and ran across horned heads and muscled backs and shoulders. She jumped behind the bar, grabbing her belt as well as Angel's, and tossed Angel her belt.

 

Angel fixed her belt onto her waist as Americana rejoined her. "We should go get Omega..."

 

Before she could finish, Americana dove on top of her as two demons came flying in their direction and smashed through the wall that led outside.

 

Omega Woman stomped past the two, rolling her shoulder and flexing her fingers in and out of a fist. "I've had enough of these assholes. Let's go," she said while walking out. The other two heroines got up and followed close behind.

 

Just outside the building, a low-ceiling, wide structure made of stone and rotting wood, the landscape crawled with a multitude of demons of various sizes, shades, and levels of hideousness. Countless eyes turned on the heroines when they made their exit, and all three of them froze in place at the sight of the literal army in front of them.

 

"Oh shit..." Americana whispered.

 

There was a deafening roar to her left and she turned just in time to see a massive creature with a mouth full of fangs and a dozen eyes on its head bearing down on her. Its maw was easily big enough to swallow all three of them whole. Before Americana could react, a red blur slammed into the side of the demon's head, sending it flying to the building and knocking several of those massive teeth from its mouth.

 

Omega Woman hovered in the air with her fist clenched and then turned as the demon army swarmed Angel and Americana. She swooped down, grabbed both heroines by the backs of their belts and then took off into the sky above the army, just narrowly avoiding grasping claws and reaching tentacles.

 

With all the speed she could muster, Omega Woman made her way toward a distant, rocky hill that stuck up from the otherwise flat landscape. The demons followed them on the ground, but she managed to put a good amount of distance between them. When she landed, all three of them rushed to the side of the hill and watched the army close in on them.

 

"What do we do?" Angel asked.

 

Americana looked down the hill and estimated they were a good seven stories above the ground. She then looked around the landscape and noticed the distant tower and pointed. "That has to be the Tribunal's stronghold. It must be where Zana is, too," she reasoned. "We rescue her and we get the hell out of here!"

 

"All right," Omega Woman said, grabbing their belts again. "You two hold tight."

 

Before she could take off, the ground beneath them shook violently, causing them all to stagger and fall. Omega Woman got back on her feet first and looked around, just as the ground exploded underneath her and tossed her into the air. She screamed, and a massive, horrifying worm-like creature leapt up after her, its mouth wide open.

 

Angel covered her mouth and Americana cried out as Omega Woman disappeared into the creature's maw before it returned underground.

 

Angel ran to the edge of the worm's hole and saw only darkness.

 

Americana grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. "Angel," she said, shaking the girl. "ANGEL!" she yelled, finally getting her attention. It was then that the demons began scrambling up the side of the hill. One was powerful enough to leap up, and when it landed mere feet away from the heroines, Americana hit the creature with a flying kick and sent it back down. She then turned and ran back to Angel.

 

"Angel, stay with me."

 

Angel pushed her away. "Why are you so calm?! That thing just ate Kameron! We're gonna die!"

 

"Angel. FOCUS! We can do this, but you need to calm down. If we can hold them back, keep them from swarming the hilltop, we can scramble for the tower." Americana told her. "It's a long shot, but we can make it."

 

Azure Angel calmed down her breathing and stepped back, nodding. "Ok...okay...."

 

"Idiots."

 

Angel spun around and Americana looked past her.

 

Aya stood behind them, tapping the pommel of her sword and smirking. "These creatures are going to skin you alive once they finish fucking you," she climbed onto a giant rock left by the worm's destruction and sat down. She crossed one pale, muscular thigh over the other and leaned back. "Horrible way to go, but I could use the entertainment."

 

Americana moved to attack her, but Angel grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Wait...I have an idea..." she whispered in Americana's ear while reaching for a pouch on her belt. Before she could continue, the two of them spun back around as the first of the demons began to reach the top of the hill.

 

"Good luck," Aya taunted as the two heroines threw themselves at the horde. 

 

***

 

"Such pathetic creatures you Aphrodites are," Khemus commented.

 

Zana was on her knees, helpless to watch as Got Gal, Got Chic, and Hexanna remained suspended in their prisons. Electricity surged across the surface of the crystals that held them, and Zana could feel the wild magic tickling her flesh as it hung in the air.

 

"Brought low by mere carnal pleasures," Khemus continued, he gaze from beneath his hood fixed on his prisoners.

 

"Still, you are not without your purposes," Dratia said to Zana.

 

Zana looked from one member of the Tribunal to the other as they spoke.

 

Nyeus held out a hand, it was pale with long, thin fingers, and three objects materialized above it and floated in the air: the two pieces of the Got Emerald and Hexanna's staff. "We will use their powers to call and entrap another of our hated enemies," Nyeus told her. "And our grip on the mortal world will be that much tighter. You will aid us in this."

 

Zana stayed silent as the magic surged. The objects pulsed with energy and a beam shot out and hit Zana. She gasped, more out of surprise than anything, but surprise soon turned into a strange, body-wide sensation of pain and pleasure. She felt a heat course throughout her body, and while the energy from the blast dissolved the chains keeping her in place, it also sapped her of her strength and kept her from standing up.

 

She writhed against the stone floor under its power, and great, invisible weight pressing down on her flesh and seeming to apply itself even more the harder she fought against it. She groaned, trying to will herself to stand up and against the Tribunal. She mentally ran through a number of spells, deploying what she could to try and counter their attack. When she realized that their assault got stronger with her every attempt, she realized that the Tribunal was turning her own magic back on her in addition to the power of the objects.

 

Still, she fought, trying to will her body to move when it seemed to ignore her. Her will allowed her to push back some, even as the Tribunal strengthened their efforts. For a brief moment, Zana thought she may have been on the verge of a breakthrough, but then a hand emerged from the stone and seized her wrist. She cried out in surprise, and another hand rose and grabbed her ankle. Before long, both arms and legs were being held down, and another hand seized her blonde hair and pulled, keeping her fully immobile.

 

Golems of stone, featureless, man-shaped constructs, rose up from the ground and surrounded her sorceress. Just as they began grabbing her, she felt the magic around her weaken just enough that these creatures wouldn't be affected by it.

 

"No!" Zana cried out as they grabbed her and lifted her. Rough hands of stone began exploring her body, tearing away her already tattered robes to get to the supple skin beneath. One of the four creatures in total lowered its head and put its mouth to her right tit, and it had the tongue and mouth of a flesh and blood mortal, Zana found, as it began licking and sucking.

 

One of the others lifted her legs, putting her thighs over its shoulders as it dove face first into her quivering pussy. Zana squealed, only to have her mouth covered with a rocky hand while another played with her left tit and that creature's mouth began to explore her neck and shoulders.

 

She was completely covered by the silent, faceless creatures, helpless to their sexual predation as they pleasured every inch of her body, sapping her will to fight back with every passing second.

 

"It will not be long before she is broken..." Nyeus commented.

 

"Indeed," Dratia said. "Then, when the Goddess comes to her aid, we can continue."

 

The Tribunal watched calmly as the creatures dragged Zana to the ground, suppressing as her cries and holding her in place as they continued to gang fuck her into submission. The prisons holding the other Aphrodites, and their objects of power, all glowed intensely as the golems smothered a writhing, squirming, groaning Zana.

 

Before long, her whole body quivered, her legs spread, and she threw her head back, free of the golem's hand over her mouth as she let out a scream. 

 

***

 

"Ugh..." Americana grunted, trying to push herself up. She was naked except for her belt and mask, and her body was covered in scratches and bruises. Azure Angel was next to her, on her knees and in much the same condition as both heroines struggled to catch their breath.

 

Demons surrounded them on all sides, hungry looks in their eyes and erect cocks between their legs. Some licked their lips as they began to close in.

 

"Angel..." Americana panted, looking over at the girl.

 

"Yeah?"

 

"I'm sorry...about being so hard on you before. I was only that way because I know you're capable of great things. Lady Midnight has nothing but good things to say about your training."

 

Angel took a deep breath and considered her words before simply nodding in response. "I guess this is really it...?"

 

Americana looked at the demons, nodded and then took Angel's hand.

 

"I'm sorry about being a brat earlier..." Angel said to her.

 

Americana didn't reply. She just rubbed the back of Angel's neck as the two put their heads together, resigned to their coming fate.

 

"Oh this is sweet..." Aya said, making her way to the front of the crowd. The demons backed up and gave her room. She approached the heroines and put her foot up on Americana's back, stomping down on the heroine and forcing her face into the dirt. "You two should get used to the sensation of being on your knees for the rest of your lives, short though that time may be," she laughed. She then stepped back and put her hands on her hips while the heroines shot defiant glares at her.

 

"Yes, perfect, never let the fire leave you, even in the face of certain death," Aya told them. "Die with that sort of dignity, my lovelies, and I'll at least do you the courtesy of returning your bones to your home realm."

 

Aya began to say something else when something caught her attention in the distance. She, the heroines, and a number of demons looked in the direction of the Tribunal's tower as a rift opened in the sky above it and a bright beam of light shot down from it and onto the top of the tower.

 

Aya snarled and narrowed her eyes.

 

Angel looked at the corrupted Aphrodite and went into her belt. She removed a small capsule and pressed it between her fingers. "Hey!"

 

Aya looked down out of reflex.

 

"Have fun!" Angel said, throwing the capsule. She then dove on top of Americana and covered her mouth and nose while taking a deep breath and holding it.

 

Aya shouted in surprise when it hit her in the face and exploded into a cloud. She took a deep breath, breathing it all in, and staggered back. "Wha...what was that?" she asked, feeling woozy almost instantly.

 

Angel chuckled and grinned.

 

Aya's vision swam and she struggled to stay standing as her vision blurred. Then she noticed the demons turning their predatory gazes on her and she realized why when she felt the sensation. Angel just dosed her with an anesthetic.

 

"Oh, you little cunt!" she growled.

 

Her strength was leaving her and the demons sensed it. Some of them chuckled and began surrounding her.

 

"Stay back, you filth!" she said, throwing a punch that only glanced the nearest demon's shoulder.

 

"The high and mighty dog of the Tribunal is weakened?" a familiar voice spoke. Jogmol made his way through the crowd to the front. He had fresh scars on him and some of his horns were cracked and broken, but a smile crossed his face. He walked right past Angel and Americana. "Perhaps time for Jogmol to have his fun with this one?"

 

Some of the demons laughed at the thought while Aya snarled and drew her sword. Jogmol jumped back and laughed at her, knocking aside a weak swing. Aya swayed on her feet.

 

The heroines regrouped and watched the whole scene.

 

Aya thrust her sword at Jogmol, who slipped to the side and got behind her. There was a flash of steel and, suddenly, there was a large dagger in the demon's hand, pressing against Aya's throat. Jogmol laughed and licked the side of Aya's face as he held her in place.

 

"Jogmol always wonder what this one tastes like. So do others," he said while snaking a hand down the front of Aya's body and tearing away her black leather bikini top. "You always use demonkind for fun when bored. Make us play your games. Call some of Jogmol's friends to be trapped in weak, stupid meat bodies of humans. Perhaps now you play our game. It is a good day for Jogmol, hmm?"

 

"Can we just stay and watch this?" Angel asked in a whisper.

 

"We need to leave. Now. While they're distracted," Americana responded in a harsh whisper.

 

Jogmol grabbed Aya's wrist and twisted it behind her so she dropped her sword. She jabbed the demon with elbows, but they had little effect. She thrashed in his grip and he just tightened his hold. When Aya kicked out, another demon stepped up and grabbed her legs.

 

She kicked at the demon but he ripped her bottoms off and tossed them to a cheering, ravenous crowd who started fighting among themselves for the garment.

 

"You will find that Jogmol is gentle," the demon said in Aya's ear, biting it as he laughed.

 

She screamed in frustration at the sudden turn in fortunes.

 

There were then several startled shouts as the ground trembled. Americana and Angel looked at each other in confusion before, just to their left, there was an eruption right at the whole where the worm claimed Omega Woman.

 

It was Omega Woman behind the disturbance.

 

The blonde haired heroine flew from the hole, carrying the head of the worm that devoured her by one its massive fangs. Her costume had been mostly melted away by the thing's saliva, which now coated her skin, and a look of fury covered her face. She tossed the head at the ground. Several demons cleared out so they wouldn't be crushed, and in the confusion, she flew down and scooped up her companions before taking off into the sky.

 

Angel had an arm around Omega Woman's shoulder while Omega Woman held her around the waist. Americana clung to Omega Woman in the same fashion and the two of them looked down as the demons ignored the heroines and stood in a closing circle around a naked and weakened Aya, who screamed a curse at them as they flew away.

 

Americana looked at Omega Woman, who had a hate filled determination in her eyes. "How did you escape?" she asked.

 

"I punched the thing in what I think was its heart," she answered. "I'm glad you two made it," she said.

 

"Thanks to me!" Angel grinned at Americana.

 

"What was that stuff?" Americana asked her.

 

"Anesthetic. Lady Midnight taught me to keep some on me in case I fought someone like Elsa, or one of you got brainwashed or something."

 

"So you're saying she's prepared to take any of us down if she has to..."

 

Angel looked at Americana and shrugged before sniffing and looking at Omega Woman. "Oh, god, Kameron, you smell awful!"

 

Omega Woman glared at her and dipped her shoulder, loosening her grip on Angel.

 

"Ah!" she screamed and held on tight, looking down at the army of demons on the ground. "Sorry!" she quickly apologized, glaring when she noticed Americana smirking as they flew toward the Tribunal's tower and the intense pillar of light beaming down on it.

 

Angel looked at the beam, squinting when she saw a shadow descending toward the tower.

 

"Who the hell is that...?" Omega Woman asked.

 

V

Zana could barely form a coherent thought as she crawled across the ground. The smooth stone was cool against her ravaged naked body. Her own juices soaked her skin, and her sensitive areas, tits, nipples, pussy, inner thighs, all throbbed from the attention the golems gave her, even long after they had vanished.

 

The Tribunal loomed in front of her, but she could barely stand, let along muster anything to say to her lifelong enemies. She looked up at the beam of light that emitted from the three crystal prisons and saw a figure descending in its brilliance.

 

That figure, a woman, touched the ground and emerged from the light, which then vanished. She was tall, with long white hair and a crown of what looked like small stars revolving around her head. Her skin, everything about her, seemed to glow, even the sheer white robes that clung to her body.

 

Zana noticed her shape, very curvy which large breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, and full lips, and realized instantly who she was..

 

"Kettris-Got..." Zana whispered, pushing herself up as best she could.

 

"It is me, child..." the woman spoke softly as she knelt down and caressed the side of Zana's face. "Rest. I am here." She hugged Zana's head to her ample chest.

 

Kettris-Got, ancient fertility goddess and the creator of the Got Emerald. It was a name that few people spoke in this modern era in favor of simply referring to her as the Got Goddess.

 

Her touch was warm and comforting, and Zana felt the ache leave her body as the goddess embraced her. 

 

Kettris-Got turned and faced the Tribunal. She focused on the two pieces of the Got Emerald and then looked at the imprisoned heroines. "You cowards, hiding in your shadow realm and subjugating my champions..."

 

"Weak toys, meant for nothing but fleeting pleasure..." Dratia said.

 

"Yes. And we tortured them so that you would have no choice but to appear. You will soon join them," Khemus promised.

 

A powerful beam of energy shot forward and Kettris-Got threw up her hands to block it with her own barrier. The power pushed her back slightly as she held them back.

 

Zana stood up and watch. "Let me help you!"

 

"You cannot, Zana. You must rescue the others and leave this place. I will buy you what time I can."

 

Zana hesitated but ran towards the other heroines in their prisons. She chanted a spell and threw a ball of energy, but it exploded against the crystal and threw her back. She cried out in frustration and tried again, only to be thrown back again.

 

Kettris-Got watched Zana and growled, trying to come up with a way to help her while holding back the Tribunal's attack. "They've gotten stronger since last time..." she muttered. "This is bad..."

 

She then jumped in surprise when a cold hand grabbed her ankle. When the goddess looked down, golems began rising from the ground.

 

"No!" Zana cried out, throwing a ball of energy at the first golem to appear and destroying it. Three more seemed to rise in its place, and more after that. They swarmed Kettris-Got, who tried fighting them off but quickly found herself swarmed and unable to hold off the Tribunal anymore. Zana ran to help her, but was cut off by newly arise golems.

 

She prepared a spell to fight them off, but stopped when something dropped out of the sky and destroyed the golems on impact.

 

Ms. Americana and Azure Angel stood up from their crouching positions on the pile of rubble that made up the golems and Americana tossed her black hair back. Relief filled Zana's face as the Queen of Justice nodded to her. When she looked in the direction of the goddess, she watched Omega Woman smashing her attacking golems to pieces.

 

The heroines regrouped and Kettris-Got stood up, moving her hair from her eyes.

 

"Well done, champions," she said to the heroines. "But I'm afraid we must act quickly..."

 

"Who's she?" Azure Angel whispered to Zana.

 

"Kettris-Got," Zana said simply, smiling.

 

"Oh..." Angel responded. "...Oh wait, is she one of the goddesses?"

 

Zana looked at the girl and nodded.

 

"Cooool."

 

"My friends," Kettris-Got addressed them. "I cannot defeat the Tribunal on my own. But I can keep them busy long enough for you to free your friends. Zana. I'll need your help."

 

"Right!" Zana said, running to her side.

 

"Ladies," Americana said to Omega Woman and Azure Angel while pointing to the three crystals. "Each of us take one!"

 

"It is pointless," Nyeus spoke. "We have already won."

 

"Go," Kettris-Got spoke while she and Zana prepared spells.

 

The Tribunal lashed out with a collective energy beam that the Goddess and the sorceress managed to block while the other heroines ran for the crystals.

 

"Those prisons will break with enough force," Kettris-Got told the heroines.

 

As they ran to their comrades, more of the golems rose from the ground to stop them. Omega Woman took off ahead of Americana and Angel, smashing through the golems like a battering ram. She kept going and flew shoulder first into Got Chic's prison, causing it to burst.

 

At the same time, Azure Angel hit Hexanna's with a flying kick strong enough to crack the surface but not break it. She struck it several more times with expert kicks and punches, expanding cracks and weakening the structure more each time.

 

"Angel! Move!"

 

"What? AH!" Angel screamed and dodged to the side when a huge chunk of crystal flew in her direction. Omega Woman hurled the chunk in Angel's direction and it smashed against Hexanna's crystal, shattering it. Angel caught her when she fell.

 

With one last, powerful blow, Americana broke the crystal holding Got Gal and caught her friend before she hit the ground. The three heroines brought the captives together once they regrouped.

 

"They're in no shape to fight," Omega Woman said, looking at the heroines as they slowly began to come around. "We need an exit."

 

"Zana! We need to go!" Americana shouted.

 

Got Gal's eyes fluttered open first as she sat up and held her head. She looked around, groggy. "Americana? Omega Woman? Where am I? I..." she then perked up when she saw Kettris-Got holding back the Tribunal's attack. "Is that...?"

 

"It is me, my champion. Please, you and your friends must leave this place."

 

Got Gal went to clutch the Emerald where it sat between her tits, but her heart sank when she found it wasn't there. She then caught sight of it floating near the tribunal.

 

Got Chic got up next and came to the same realization. "Oh no..."

 

"My staff!" Hexanna cried out once she came around.

 

The power from the objects seemed to be feeding the tribunal, and when the newly awaked heroines went to go collect them, more of the golems sprouted from the ground and blocked their path. Their bodies still weakened, they could barely fight them off and were almost swarmed until Americana, Angel, and Omega Woman stepped in to help them.

 

Zana looked at the heroines as they fought, and then turned to Kettris-Got.

 

"Go," the goddess told her. "I will hold them as long as I can."

 

Zana hesitated but eventually did as told and ran to the heroines, hurling blasts of energy to stop destroy the golems as they rose.

 

Kettris-Got, holding up a barrier against the Tribunal, looked at the Aphrodites once they gathered together and moved a hand in their direction. "Go, champions," she whispered.

 

A light flashed across the sky.

 

Zana looked up and then turned to Ketrris-Got. "NO!" she screamed and started running back to her. Before she got far, the light from the sky slammed into the ground and covered all of the heroines. When it vanished, they were all gone.

 

Kettris-Got smiled and lowered her arms, much of her strength drained from having used such a powerful spell. "Fight on, my champions," she whispered with a smile on her face.

 

"Quite noble to sacrifice yourself to see them to safety, Goddess," Khemus said.

 

"They will stop you," she promised, letting out a sigh before turning to them. "And you will not break me..."

 

"We shall see," Dratia answered.

 

Before long, the ground all around them shifted and more golems rose. Kettris-Got closed her eyes and fell to her knees, nodding as the creatures swarmed her, tearing at her robes and grabbing every inch of newly exposed, supple flesh they could get their hands on.

 

 

VI

"Ugh! What the..." Azure Angel gagged, spitting out what tasted like sand when she came to. She sat up to find Zana kneeling next to her.

 

"Are you hurt?" Zana asked, putting a hand on her naked shoulder.

 

"No, I'm fine..." Angel said looking up at the full moon over her head. Behind her waves crashed into the shore. "Oh, good...we're home..." She tried to stand and staggered, but Zana caught her before she fell and led her away from the water.

 

Angel brushed sand from her naked body, helped along by Zana. She looked up and saw the others gathered in a cluster, silent and exhausted. "So...where are we? Delta doesn't have any beaches this nice."

 

"Ask them..." Omega Woman said, pointing a thumb over her shoulder.

 

Angel blinked and looked around. It was then that she noticed a small army of warrior women, tall, lean and wearing skimpy leather armor, with drawn arrows pointed at them.

 

"Oh, come on!" Angel said out loud.

 

***

 

Back in the infernal realm, a pale hand with bruised knuckles reached the top of the tower and Aya pulled herself up. She was completely naked, covered in the fluid of various demons, and the look on her face was a perfect mix of exhausted and furious.

 

She paused when she saw Kettris-Got, brought to her knees and bound in chains before the Tribunal, who turned their dark gazes on Aya.

 

"What have you been doing, emissary?" Nyeus asked.

 

"Bringing dogs to heel..." Aya spat. She looked back at the field beyond the tower and at a small army of demons, many of them beaten and bloody, kneeling.

 

"Prepare yourself. You're going back to the mortal realm," Dratia said to her.

 

"Why?"

 

"To hunt. This fallen Goddess has sent those Aphrodite whores to the one place that holds the key to undoing all we have worked to build. You will carry out our will and crush them."

 

Aya bit her lip and approached the Tribunal, hand on the grip of her sword.

 

"Aya..." Kettris-Got spoke, causing her to paused.

 

"I know the old Aya is still in there somewhere. You are not a tool of these monsters. You were once a champion of justice and you can be again."

 

Aya looked Kettris-Got in the eye and then looked at the tribunal. She paused for several long seconds, the grip on her weapon getting tighter. She then kicked the goddess in the chest, knocking her to the ground, and turned to ready her new army.

 

"Aya...please don't do this," Kettris-Got called after her as she left the tower.

 

 

***

 

The heroines found themselves in the center of a cavernous throne room. The walls were decorated with massive skulls of monsters long dead and statues of various warrior women lined the walls on the ground. All around them, the warrior women with the bows kept their arrows drawn. They were a disciplined army, and ready to kill at the slightest provocation.

 

But every last pair of eyes among the group was drawn to a woman who sat on a throne at the top of a long flight of stairs. She wore armor similar to the warriors with their arrows drawn. She had dark red hair done up in spikes and a long scar over one of her glowing eyes.

 

She leaned forward and looked at her prisoners with a smirk on her face.

 

"Zana?" Americana leaned over and asked.

 

"...Her name is Kiva. She's a goddess of War, The Hunt, and Fire."

 

"Then she can help us?" Hexanna asked.

 

Zana swallowed a lump in her throat and shook her head. "Honestly, we may have been better off with the Tribunal. That would have likely been a quicker death."

 

The heroines looked at each other with concern and began muttering amongst themselves.

 

"Quiet. All of you," Kiva spoke. Her voice seemed to carry its own echo. She then rose from her throne, her sculpted muscles flexing as she did, and leapt down the staircase. She landed a few feet from the group and watched them all closely. "Bring me those two..." she said, pointing to Got Gal and Got Chic. "And that one," she said, pointing to Zana.

 

The guards separated the three in question.

 

"Feed the rest to the Circle," Kiva ordered, waving a hand and turning her back.

 

At that point, the guards surrounded the heroines and corralled them toward the exit with arrows still drawn and raised.

 

"We can take them..." Angel whispered to Americana.

 

"No," Americana countered, looking around. "Even if we could, I can tell that Kiva woman would destroy all of us. Besides, Hexanna is no shape to help. She backed up when guards approached. "Come on," she said, grabbing Angel's arm and pulling her along.

 

"We should..." Angel started. "Omega Woman, don't!" she then shouted over Americana's shoulder.

 

Omega Woman surged forward, surprising the guards and knocking several of them out the way as she flew toward Kiva, whose back was still turned.

 

When Omega Woman got close, the goddess turned around with a smirk on her face. Omega Woman's eyes went wide with surprise as Kiva lashed out with one hand, hitting Omega Woman with a vicious backslap that echoed throughout the room.

 

Omega Woman groaned and flew back, into the ground, leaving a small impact crater when she hit. The heroines all watched in shock and Omega Woman lay there, groaning and still.

 

"You all have gotten so weak over the millennia. Pathetic!" Kiva spat. "I'm glad I abandoned the cause. If this is what my idiot sisters have been building, then they deserve to perish. Take them away!" Kiva ordered her soldiers.

 

Two soldiers dragged Omega Woman by her arms and the others urged the rest toward the exit while Kiva walked away from them with her own prisoners in tow.

 

END