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Superia #7: Queens and Tyrants pt. 2

by Sigma

Our Story So Far: Superia just wanted her stolen motorcycle back, but after getting into it with local superheroine Diabla, both women are now in the clutches of the Las Calaveras gang and their ruthless leader Muerte. Elsewhere in the world, sadistic scientist Orla Adams leads her team of superhumans deep under the ocean’s surface. What is it they’re looking for?

IV

“You’ve killed us both. You know that, right?”

Naomi tugged at the suppression collar on her neck and looked at Diabla, who sat with her knees hugged to her chest. The two of them were in a small cell in a dark backroom somewhere, wearing collars that negated their powers.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You really don’t know who Muerte is?”

“No!” Naomi snapped.

“Her name is Ines Alvarez, she and her gang make their money from things like car theft, yes, but the bulk of their operation is moving things through the black market. That sometimes includes people.”

Naomi paused and faced her.

“The gang runs an underground fight club called The Arena. If Muerte or one of her superhuman lieutenants takes down a superhero in a fight, they don’t kill them, they drag them to the Arena until that kills them. They record the footage and sell it.”

“Shit.”

Diabla sighed. “It doesn’t always end up in death, though. You ever heard of Puma, or Nightwave, or Bright Shadow?”

“No.”

“They all survived the Arena, won fight after fight after fight. Muerte eventually sold them off to groups who could use human weapons.”

“What groups?” Naomi asked.

“Terrorist groups, international gangs, even rogue governments. Sometimes they end up on the sex slave market too.”

“Fuck.”

“Why couldn’t you just go away when I told you?!” Diabla snapped.

“Because I’m hardheaded like that,” Naomi said, getting up. “Right. Those assholes smashed my phone before we got here, so my team won’t be tracking us down any time soon. Too bad. I think you and Crane would bond over having sticks up your asses. You and I need to work together to get out of here.”

“I’m not helping you do anything. You dropped a car on me!”

Naomi looked back at her. “Fine. Have fun sucking dick in some country no one’s ever heard of then.”

Diabla growled and narrowed her eyes at Naomi. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

Naomi grinned at her.

Diabla straightened up. “It’s unlikely Muerte will make us fight each other. We’ll probably have to fight as a team against whoever she sends after us. Most of these fighters are escapees and career criminals. They’re all dangerous and they will try to kill us.”

A door opened in the distance and they could hear several pairs of footsteps approaching.

“Here come Muerte’s people,” Diabla whispered. “Don’t fight them. We need our strength.”

***

The two of them went without incident and were dragged to a large, eight-sided steel cage with bloodstained floors. All around them, members of Las Calaveras and other members of Delta’s City criminal underworld sat in the stands, screaming, waving betting money, and raising drinks.

Then, suddenly, the crowd noise died and a spotlight shone on Muerte, who approached the ring with a microphone in her hand. She climbed in and tossed two keys to Diabla and Naomi.

“Take those collars off.”

Diabla leaned in to Naomi. “This is bad. We’re going to have to fight very tough opponents.”

Naomi said nothing, she simply snatched up her key and undid her collar. As she and Diabla got free, Muerte smirked and raised the microphone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have fresh blood in the Arena tonight,” she announced to thunderous cheers. “We got a new girl who some of you may have heard of. The bitch who took down the Grim Reaper biker gang, Superia!”

Some cheers but a lot more booing. Naomi flipped them off.

“And Superia’s partner? A longtime request and the bitch who’s been a pain in my ass for years, Diabla!”

And many, many boos went up from the crowd.

“These two lovely mamis will be running the gauntlet for us. You know the rules. If they die, they die. If they win 20 fights, they get sold off.”

“20 fucking fights?!” Naomi said with surprise. “Is she serious?”

Diabla nodded.

“And if an opponent knocks either of them out before killing them,” Muerte says. “Well, they’re giving up those asses, aren’t they?”

The arena rumbled with the cheering.

Naomi leaned in to Diabla. “Think we can convince Muerte to let us go if we fuck each other right here?”

“Will you take this seriously?!” Diabla groaned.

“I am serious!”

“Whatever you two are conspiring over there, you’d better hope it saves those beautiful asses,” Muerte warned. “Because here comes your first opponent.”

The two of them backed up, watching the entryway Muerte used to get in the ring. Due to the deafening cheers of the crowd, they didn’t hear the thunderous footsteps coming behind them. They both turned around as a massive muscular man, wearing only pants, barged in to the ring, charging through the door of the cage and sending both women flying.

Muerte stood perfectly still as Diabla and Superia hit the ground and rolled right in front of her. “Ladies and Gentleman, one of your favorites: Brick, the living tank!” The crowd cheered and Muerte stepped over the heroines. She then walked up to Brick and put a hand on his arm.

“Do whatever you want with the white girl, but try to keep Diabla alive,” she whispered. “I’m gonna send her back home to Mexico if she survives this. I have some friends who’ve wanted her ass for years.”

“You got it, boss.”

Muerte smiled, pat him on the shoulder, and walked out.

“All right, ladies...who’s first?” Brick asked with a smirk.

Naomi stared at him and then turned to Diabla and leaned in to whisper. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do...we need to keep this fucker off balance. We’ll both attack him at once, try to overwhelm him, make it hard for him to keep up. Let’s charge and strike at the same time. I’ll go high, you go low.”

“You talk like you’ve dealt with someone this big before,” Diabla said.

“I did, like a month ago in Star City. If he’s anything like her, he’s cocky as hell. We can use that, too. Sound like a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Naomi grinned and slapped Diabla on her ass and she jumped and glared at her situational partner.

“Damn, that’s nice and firm,” Naomi said. “How much do squat?”

“Can we please…” Diabla motioned to their opponent.

“Yeah, fine. Jesus,” Naomi rolled her eyes.

“Don’t blaspheme,” Diabla said, putting her fists up.

“What? You’re literally the fucking Devil,” Naomi said, also taking a stance.

“La ángel doesn’t intimidate anyone. Besides, I can’t fly.”

Brick let out a yell and charged at the pair, and the two of them ran at him as one. Once they were close, Diabla got down and slid, kicking Brute in his legs and making him pitch forward. At the same time, Naomi jumped up and drove both knees into the big man’s face, throwing him back. He hit the canvas with a heavy thud, Diabla jumped to her feet, and Naomi fell, rolled, and got up. Brick tried to get up, only for both women to grab his arms, wrap their muscular thighs around them, and lock him in twin arm bars. They each extended his arm, threatening to snap them at the elbows.

“Bitches!” Brick growled in pain, clenching his fists. With a grunt and a sudden burst of strength, the big man got his legs under him and managed to stand, easily lifting both women while keeping his arms extended. He then swung them around, clapping his hands together and slammed Naomi and Diabla’s heads into each other.

A collective gasp went up from the crowd as both woman grunted and hit the mat after letting go of his arms. They both fell to their backs, curvy, supple bodies splayed before Brick, who chuckled and looked down at them. Diabla tried to sit up, holding her head.

“Down!” Brick said, stomping on her head. Diabla’s arms and legs stiffened as she lay on the mat after Brick lifted his foot. She had a dazed looked in her eyes, her tits rose and fell with her breathing, and her body trembled. Brick stepped over her and walked over to Naomi. He grabbed the top of her head and held her up. She hung uselessly in his grip, her eyes still glazed over from the hit.

“Guess I need to wake you up,” Brick said, hitting her with a big fist. Naomi flew back, bounced off the chain-link wall that made up the cage and staggered right back into Brick’s meaty hand as he locked it around her face. She let out muffled shouts and hit her fists against his hand and arm, trying to get free. Brick simply looked her over, chuckling and using his finger to rip her top off. The crowd roared as her tits spilled out and Brick leaned in, opening his mouth and taking one in. He sucked the nipple, licked the ample flesh, and bit down, causing Naomi to scream and curse at him as she tried to get free.

His stiff cock threatened to tear through his pants and, when Naomi kicked, Brick grabbed her leg and lifted her. He then slammed her down on the mat, causing the ring to tremble. He let go of her face and pinned her down by putting his hand on her chest. Naomi grabbed his arm and tried to push him away as he tore off her shorts and panties before pulling his own pants down. He swollen cock fell out and, with one hand, Brick gave himself a few strokes before guiding himself to Naomi’s snatch.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” She protested before he shoved himself home. “Ah!” she screamed as Brick penetrated her and began thrusting. He grabbed her legs, holding them apart and giving himself more room.

Naomi gritted her teeth, punching Brick as he fucked her. Brick leaned in, applying more of his weight and pumped in and out of Naomi’s snatch. He gripped her tits, pulling one of her legs under his arm as he continued pushing himself deep and hard. The crowd cheered and hollered and Naomi glared at him with contempt, even as her rock hard nipples and the involuntary gasps escaped her mouth.

“Muerte says you belong to me. I guess I’ll keep you a while,” Brick said with a wide smile.

“I’m gonna rip that cunt’s tongue out, right after yours!” Naomi promised.

Brick opened his mouth and his tongue snaked out. He forced it down Naomi’s throat, pinning her under him while continuing to fuck and fondle her. She writhed under him, unable to free herself. She could feel the ecstasy building under Brick’s weight. As their tongues locked and his rough hands played with her soft flesh, Naomi felt herself growing weaker every moment.

“Fuck…” she let out a muffled moan.

She could feel Brick stiffen, his whole muscular body tremble as he prepared to blow his load in her. He pulled himself out, aiming his cock at her face when, just over his shoulder, Diabla spiraled through the air and kicked Brick in the side of his head. The big man flew to the side and he rolled across the ground. Diabla looked down at Naomi.

“No laying down on the job.”

“Fuck off…” Naomi growled, sitting up and looked at her sweat-sheened naked body. “...And thanks.”

Diabla smiled as she helped Naomi up and the two of them looked at Brick, who shook his head to recover from Diabla’s kick. Both heroines looked at each other and nodded. They then ran before Brick could recover. The big man looked up just as they reached him and he caught double clotheslines across his neck, knocking him back down. Bricked writhed on the ground and both heroines leapt to the top of the cage. Once there, both women jumped off and came crashing down on him. Naomi brought her thick leg across his neck and Diabla brought her elbow down on his midsection.

Both women got up and Brick looked up and held his hand up. “No more!”

“No, no, keep that same energy from a minute ago, asshole!” Naomi said, clenching her fist.

“Stop!” Diabla said, grabbing her arm. “He gave up. We’ve got 19 to go.”

“It looks like Brick came up short, ladies and gentlemen.”

Diabla and Naomi turned to see Muerte sitting on top of the cage with her microphone.

“Onto round two,” Muerte said. Brick got up and limped out of the ring as the heroines stared up at Muerte.

“Why don’t you come down here and dance?” Naomi said. “I’ll slap that fucking makeup off your face.”

“You can’t handle this, mi amor,” Muerte laughed. “No. Here’s your next opponent.” She then raised her hand and snapped.

A tall, skinny man with spiky hair walked past Brick and entered the ring. He eyed the two and cracked his knuckles.

“This pipsqueak?” Naomi laughed.

“That ‘pipsueak’s’ name is Quill,” Muerte said. “Wanna see why?”

Quill smirked as, all over his body, spikes made of his bones protruded, protecting every inch of his skin.

“Fuck…” Naomi lowered her head and sighed. She then looked at Diabla. “You don’t have any band aids in that bikini, do you?”

V

The submersible surfaced in a massive pool somewhere in an underwater cave and Orla opened the hatched and climbed out. Meta Woman hovered out and Riot climbed out behind her, carrying her bat in hand. She looked around at the cave, a space big enough that there would be an echo if someone yelled.

“What the fuck…?” Riot asked.

“Welcome to the Hollows, ladies!” Lagoon said with a large, toothy grin. “These tunnels criss cross the planet. Walk long enough and you’ll eventually end up somewhere in China.”

“That’s in east Asia,” Meta Woman said to Riot.

“I will shove this bat up that flat ass of yours…” Riot answered.

“Doggies…” Orla reminded them, holding up her wrist. “Apologies for the interruption Lagoon.”

“Don’t worry about it, doc. Anyway, let’s get going. The prize is up ahead.”

The group walked away from the submersible. Riot looked around the massive caverns. “Is this where you’re from Fish-boy?”

“No,” Lagoon said. “I mean, I’m from one of the underwater kingdoms, but no one’s from the Hollows.”

“Then what the hell are they used for besides walking to China?”

“Prison,” Orla said. “That’s why we’re here.”

“What?”

“We’re breaking out an inmate,” Orla explained. “Two, actually. They’re kind of a package deal.”

“So who the hell are these two inmates?” Riot asked.

“Ask them…” Meta Woman said.

Riot turned around to see what she was talking about. Up ahead, stood a large group of fish-men, all roughly seven feet tall, with blue green scales and large fangs in their mouths.

“...Friends of yours, Lagoon?” Orla asked.

“Nah...They’re the guards. They’d probably try to kill me if they knew who I was.”

Orla went into the pocket of her vest and fished out a bag of pretzels and tore it open. “All right, my doggies. Attack,” she said before eating her snack.

Meta Woman folded her arms, looked at Riot, and nodded to the fish-men. “This is beneath me.”

“Are you serious?” Riot groaned. “Fine! Fuck. Let’s go, Lagoon.”

Lagoon grinned. “I’m so glad we finally get to work together.” The fin on his back then stood up and the talons on his hands extended. The two sides charged each other and Riot and Lagoon began tearing into their enemies while Orla and Meta Woman watched.

The fish-men put up a good fight, but Riot and Lagoon, with their combined speed and agility began cutting through them one by one. Riot smashed one in the head with her bat hard enough that his jaw broke. She then broke another’s leg with another powerful swing.

Lagoon moved through them with lightning speed, using his talons to tear through scale and flesh, causing his enemies back up at the sight of his ferocity. He flashed a toothy grin, his talons dripping with enemy blood as he licked his lips. Between he and Riot, there were only five of the fish-men left. Riot walked up next to him, her bat slick with blood and her tank top soaked with sweat. They eyed the remaining five, who were hesitant to fight back.

“Hey!” Orla called after finishing her pretzels. “Leave one of them alive. I wanna bring one back with us.”

Riot and Lagoon nodded and got back to their bloody work. Meta Woman watched with a bored expression on her face and turned to Orla.

“Do you enjoy being a sadist?”

“Yes,” Orla answered. She went into her pockets and took out a small bag of gummy bears. “It’s part of the reason why my sister brought me onto this project. That and my infectious charm.”

Meta Woman glared at Orla as she continued snacking. She narrowed her eyes at the woman and Orla smirked at her.

“Do you need a shock to remind you of your place, freak?” Orla threatened.

“Once I figure out how to get this fucking thing out of my head, I will kill you, your sister, and the rest of these losers. Then, I will tear Mantis and those other fools apart,” Meta Woman promised.

Orla only smiled and leaned in so she and Meta Woman were mere inches apart. “This bully shtick may work with some, but you don’t scare me, Erin, or Scarlet, or whatever you want to be called. As long as we’re on this project, you, Riot, Lagoon, and the rest of you mutants belong to me.” She then gripped Meta Woman’s tit and squeezed. “And I will do with you whatever I damn well please. Remember that.”

Meta Woman started to say something until pain spiked in her head. She groaned and stepped back as Orla grinned at her. Suddenly, the pain went away and Meta Woman breathed heavily.

“If I tell you to lick my boot, you get on your knees. If you show me your teeth, I will muzzle you. When I point, when I yell, when I beat you with my stick, you do as I command. Understood?”

Meta Woman took a deep breath.

“Good girl,” Orla said with a twisted smile. She then pat Meta Woman on the head and scratched her behind the ear.

“Hey!”

Orla turned to see Riot and Lagoon over their enemies. Riot held one of the fish-men by his head, her bat in the other hand.

“Now,” Orla said to Meta Woman. “Go fetch. Take that one back to the sub, put it in restraints, and catch up with us later.”

She then walked off to join Riot and Lagoon as they continued on. Meta Woman watched them go and gritted her teeth. “I just need to see this damn project through...then I’ll have my revenge…” she assured herself.

VI

Naomi and Diabla both breathed heavily and dripped sweat. Their bodies were covered in fresh cuts and scratches but Quill lay on the mat several feet away, unconscious.

“What the fuck was that fight…?” Naomi tried to catch her breath. “You okay?”

Diabla nodded and swayed on her thick legs.

“Hey,” Naomi said, grabbing the back of the Latina’s neck. “Keep it together. That was only number two.”

“I must say,” Muerte said, from her perch on top of the cage. “That was impressive.”

The door opened and men came in, grabbed the unconscious Quill by his arms and dragged him out.

“You ladies are looking a bit spent, though,” Muerte taunted. “Well, you need to muster some strength, because here comes the next one.”

Into the ring walked a paunchy, middle aged man whose appearance was completely unremarkable. The heroines said nothing, knowing that there was more than it seemed. Just then, the man hunched over as his body began to shift and convulse. He grew in size until he began to take on the shape of a large, tentacled horror with slimy, pink flesh covered in eyes. All of the eyes fixed on the pair as they stepped back.

“Dios mio…” Diabla gasped.

“Come the fuck on…” Naomi groaned.

“Now, I’m not exactly sure where this one came from,” Muerte said. “But I do know he’s horny. I fed him an Aphrodite once and he was able to go all night long,” she grinned.

“Evil bitch…” Naomi said under her breath. She then looked at Diabla. “If you have any ideas, I’m open.”

“Go for the eyes, avoid the arms,” Diabla said.

“Okay, that makes sense. I’ll…” she stopped when she saw Diabla stumble and nearly fall over. “Whoa! What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know...I...feel woozy.”

Naomi swayed on her feet and a sudden wave of nausea hit her too. “What the fuck…?”

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Muerte said. “Quill’s spikes...they were covered in a mild sedative. He likes to paralyze his prey before he defeats them.”

“You fucking…” Naomi said. “I’m gonna rip your lungs out!”

Muerte smiled and blew her a kiss as the tentacle creature began slithering toward them. The two of them mustered what energy they could and got ready, but they were immediately swept up when the creature wrapped tentacles around their ankles and yanked them into the air. It hung them both upside down, its many eyes fixed on their vulnerable bodies.

Diabla gasped and moaned as a tentacle caressed her body, massaging her tits, teasing the soft flesh of her thighs and tight, firm abs. She felt the creature snaking between her legs, teasing her lower lips as it probed for a way in. Another tentacle slid behind her, binding her wrists together while the creature continued having its way with her.

The busty, brown-skinned Latina cried out, helpless as the monster violated her to the cheers of the crowd. Soon, every inch of her supple body was covered in the thing’s appendages as it began pushing in and out between her legs. The appendage stretched Diabla out, pushing back as far as it could and causing her body to buck and writhe with its motions. The creature squeezed, coiling around Diabla and strengthening its hold on her. It pulled her legs farther apart, pushing itself in deeper and leaving her completely at its mercy.

Naomi was no better off. The tentacles around her kept her arms bound above her head and one coiled around her neck, forcing its way down her throat and pushing in and out. A second one probed around her ass, playing with the ample meat before sliding its way in. She moaned at the sensation of pleasure moving through her body. Her mind wasn’t able to focus on anything beyond the double penetration and the dozens of eyes watching her. She could feel herself coming closer to orgasm. The tentacle in her ass was pushing in and out, probing around inside while her throat continued being violated at the same time.

Everything began to get washed away in a hazy blur. Naomi could barely hear the crowd or Muerte’s taunting over the microphone. Just when Naomi felt herself about to release, the entire world shook. The tentacles holding her let go and she fell to the mat with a thud.

There was yelling, shouting, the crowd was in full panic as people ran in all directions. Through it all, Naomi could hear Muerte shouting into the mic and what sounded like gunshots. She pushed herself up and saw the tentacle monster laying in the center of the ring with a big chunk of its body missing and what looked like scorch marks around the wound.

“What the fuck…?” She looked around. “Diabla? Chica?! Where the fuck are you?!” Diabla was nowhere to be found, so Naomi got to her feet, trying to wait for her head to clear. Suddenly, something hard hit her in the back of her legs and brought her to her knees. She fell back down and looked up to see a cop in full tactical armor standing over her holding a baton. Before she could say anything, someone slapped a suppression collar around her neck.

She then looked to her side when someone landed on the mat next to her. It was Muerte, similarly collared and forced down by several other cops. Muerte let loose a furious storm of curses and only groaned and fell quiet when a cop struck her across the back and yelled at her to shut up.

Naomi looked around to see cops storming the arena. Spectators fled, some were on the ground dead, and others were being arrested. She then turned when a tall cop walked in and took his helmet off. It was Commandante Calderon, the same cop who broke up the fight at the bar. He looked at Muerte while handing his helmet to one of his men.

“I finally got you, you clown-faced cunt,” Calderon taunted.

Muerte trembled with rage and spit at him and she got the back of his hand for her trouble.

“Look around you. It’s over. My men are breaking up your little fight ring.”

“How the fuck did you find us, Calderon?!”

Calderon looked away and motioned, and several police officers dragged a prisoner over and threw her down. It was tattoo girl, sporting bruises all over her face and body. She looked at Muerte with a defeated look.

“Boss...I’m sorry...I tried to hold out but…”

“Lorena, look at me,” Muerte said. “It’s not your fault. We’re gonna get outta this, okay?”

Lorena nodded and looked down.

“Pathetic,” Calderon said. “You need to know your place, trash. You and all the other freaks,” he said, pointing at Naomi.

“You talk tough when I have this collar on!” Muerte hissed. “Take it off of me and let me show you what I can do!”

Calderon smirked. “You’ve got quite the tongue on you Muerte. I need to quell that fire.” He then drew his sidearm and took the safety off and leveled the gun at Muerte, who narrowed her eyes at him.

“You don’t have the balls,” Muerte said.

Naomi looked Calderon in his eye and then noticed him glance at Lorena. “Wait…”

Calderon shifted his aim at Lorena and Muerte went wide eyed.

“Calderon! Don’t!”

Lorena looked up just as Calderon pulled the trigger.

“No!” Muerte screamed with tears in her eyes.

“What the fuck?!” Naomi screamed at the top of her lungs. She stared at Lorena’s body, laying there with eyes wide open and blood under her dark hair.

“This is the fate of all of you freaks and monsters,” Calderon pointed his gun at Lorena’s body. He then motioned to his men and Muerte and Naomi saw several officers in large, robotic exoskeletons several feet tall. “We humans are the future, not you people. We will do what we have to in order to protect what is ours.”

“Where the fuck is Diabla…?” Naomi asked, looking around and finding her nowhere.

Calderon walked over and grabbed Muerte by her jaw. “You are at my mercy now. I am your god. Understand?”

Muerte snarled and bit Calderon’s hand and he responded by punching her in the face.

“Rabid bitch!” He said, shaking his hand. “I will break you. I will break both of you. Get this trash out of here.”

Calderon’s men grabbed both women and dragged them away.

“And someone find Officer Ramirez! I want to know why she’s not here!”

VII

Orla, Riot, Lagoon, and Meta Woman arrived at a spacious central chamber somewhere deep in the caverns. In the center was a massive pool of murky water with a sarcophagus suspended over it via large chains.

“Is that him?” Orla asked.

“That’s him,” Lagoon responded. “He’s been down here for centuries. I always heard the stories. Can’t wait to meet him.”

“What are we looking at?” Riot asked.

“Okay,” Orla said. “Quick history lesson. You freaks and monsters have pretty much always existed, right? There are a lot more of you now than there used to be, but way back when, there used to be some especially powerful ones walking the Earth. They could move mountains and decimate entire cities.”

She then motioned to the sarcophagus. “Our friend here is named Sidra. No one’s really sure where he originally came from, but he’s a powerful magic user who has a special friend. Together they brought entire armies to heel. They’re the two we’re here to bust out.”

“And you don’t expect them to come quietly?”

“Would you?” Orla asked. “Meta Woman.”

She nodded and flew through the air to the sarcophagus. She landed on top, snapping three of the chains and then grabbing the fourth after she broke it and flying it back to the others. She put it down on the ground in front of the rest of the group and stepped back. Orla rubbed the top of the stone sarcophagus and then shoved the lid aside.

Just then, a hand sprang out and seized Orla by her throat. She gagged and kicked as a tall man, skin the color of ash, rose from the sarcophagus. He had dark hair and golden eyes, and was completely naked with a body of lean muscle.

“Shit!” Riot jumped back.

Meta Woman folded her arms and smirked and watched.

“Girls, we...we gotta help the doc!” Lagoon said.

“Let her wait…” Meta Woman said.

Orla glared at Sidra and beat her fists against his chest. She began turning blue as Sidra tightened his hold.

“Fuck this! We let her die, Sloan’s gonna kill us instead!” Riot said, raising her bat and running. She took a swing, but Sidra stopped her by grabbing her arm. He then let Orla go and sent Riot flying with a powerful punch. Lagoon charged, slashing at Sidra with his talons. Sidra slid back and then thrust his palm out, knocking Lagoon away with an invisible force.

Orla was on her knees, coughing and gagging. She looked up at Meta Woman as she stood over her.

“How’s it feel to be powerless, you fat bitch?” Meta Woman folded her arms.

“Subdue him. Now,” Orla ordered.

“Who are you that you disturb my slumber?”

Meta Woman turned to Sidra. “We’re your new employers. You’re coming with us.”

“I do not answer to weaklings,” Sidra said, motioning to Riot and Lagoon. “Show me your power, woman.”

Meta Woman smirked, stepped back, and tossed her hair. She then flew forward with a sudden burst of speed. The punch caught Sidra off guard and the power sent shockwaves through the air as Sidra flew back. He landed in the pool, but instead of going under, he landed on his feet and stood on the surface.

Meta Woman flew out to him and hovered over the water.

“Impressive,” Sidra said. He then rolled his shoulder. “I have been asleep for far too long. Let us begin.”

Meta Woman folded her arms and waited for Sidra to move. Just then, hands made from the water shot up and grabbed her by her arms and legs and dragged her under the surface even as she struggled and fought. Sidra then sunk beneath the tranquil surface after her.

“Shit...did he just ice Mets?” Lagoon asked. “What are we gonna do, doc?”

Orla rubbed her neck and watched.

After a few silent seconds, the surface of the water burst and Meta Woman flew out. Sidra launched himself out of the water and took to the sky after her. The two fought and mid air, trading punches and kicks before Sidra grabbed Meta Woman’s cape and launched her at the ground. She crashed into the ground but moved before Sidra came down on her. Meta Woman flew back, watching the smoke Sidra kicked up, and then gasped when Sidra suddenly appeared behind her and locked her in a sleeper hold.

“Holy shit. I didn’t even see him move!” Riot gasped.

“I know you are capable of more,” Sidra said in Meta Woman’s ear while strangling her.

Meta Woman drove her elbow back into Sidra’s ribs. He grunted under the blows and squeezed harder. He then leaned in. “Ah...you’re one of the daughters of Aphrodite. It’s been a while since I indulged.”

Meta Woman growled as Sidra grabbed her tit.

“Some time ago, I ruled my own kingdom and I had many concubines. By far, my favorite was an Aphrodite who I broke in battle. Perhaps you will be the first of my new harem.”

Meta Woman writhed in his grip as he slid his hand down her stomach and toyed with her crotch, playing with the lips of her pussy.

“It’s good to see nothing has changed. No matter how powerful the woman, she is still broken with a simple touch,” Sidra teased. “Play the role of a good slave, and perhaps I will bless you with children.”

Meta Woman growled and pushed off the ground, slamming Sidra into the wall behind them. He laughed and tightened his hold while Meta Woman flew up and slammed into the ceiling. They plummeted to the ground and Sidra continued toying with Meta Woman while choking her. Once they hit the ground, Sidra had Meta Woman on all fours, one arm wrapped around her neck and the other hand deep in her pussy. She was on her hands and needs, moaning and cursing at him as he had his way with her.

“How’s it feel to be powerless, cunt?” Orla smirked. She then looked at Riot and Lagoon, who were next to her. “Go help her, please. And don’t get yourselves killed.” As they ran off, Orla went into her pocket and took out a small plastic case. Inside was an injector with what looked like a small chip inside of it.

“Ah!” Meta Woman screamed as Sidra continued finger fucking her. Her tits rocked back and forth, she balled her hands into fists. Despite herself, she spread her legs for her enemy and he stuck in two fingers, laughing as he tightened his hold on her neck. Even as Meta Woman cursed Sidra, she felt the pleasure mounting throughout her body. Sidra forced her up so she was on her knees and continued fingering and choking her and Meta Woman felt herself getting closer to orgasm, despite trying to fight it off.

Sidra watched Meta Woman, helpless in his grasp, and laughed as he pushed his fingers in deeper. “Fight all you want. I will win.” He then looked up when she sensed movement just as Riot ran up and swung her bat. It hit him in the face hard enough to get him away from Meta Woman, at which point Lagoon ran past and slashed with his talons. Sidra dodged, but the tips still caught him in his ribs, scoring deep slashes that bled red.

Sidra looked at the wound and then at the two as Meta Woman got to her feet. “Two more flies to squash.”

“You okay, Mets?” Lagoon asked.

“I’m fine,” she growled, pushing the two of them aside. She then took off in a burst of speed toward Sidra.

“You’re fucking welcome…” Riot sighed.

“So, hey,” Lagoon said to Riot. “You wanna bash that Superia chick’s brains in, right?”

Riot turned to him. “Yeah. I’m sending that whore straight to hell. Why?”

“Just making sure I’m not stepping on any toes. You wanna kill her, Mets wants the one named Mantis for some reason, ol’ Slate wants to fight that Iron Crane chick again.”

“You have your eyes on one of them?” Riot asked.

“Yeah, the little green one,” Lagoon said. “She’s a cutie. Gonna see if the doc will let me keep her when we’re done with all this,” he grinned.

“That is so creepy.”

Lagoon turned to Riot and waved his cock at her. “The ladies always say that until they take the ride. Wanna see?”

“I’m nowhere near drunk enough, fish-boy.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

Meta Woman and Sidra were now trading blows, with the Aphrodite striking with renewed fury. Sidra was forced on the back foot, having to erect a magic barrier from Meta Woman’s punches. He strained under the sheer force of the hits. He tried to counter by making his shield explode in Meta Woman’s face, but she took the brunt of the hit and then seized Sidra’s throat and slammed him into the wall. She then punched him in the face, repeatedly, cracking the wall behind him with the power of her attacks.

Sidra growled under the blows, but mustered the strength to block and knock aside another punch. He then drove a knee into her stomach, freeing himself. He went on the attack, throwing punches and kicks at Meta Woman. He sent her flying with a burst of energy from his palm and then leapt through the air, grabbing her cape and slamming her back into the ground. When he landed, he got Riot’s bat across the back of his head, a blow that made him growl as he threw a punch that Riot quickly weaved past.

“Fucker!” Riot hissed, swinging at him again. Sidra blocked the blow and grabbed Riot’s short, dyed-blue hair and kneed her in the face. She flew up and Sidra moved to follow until Lagoon jumped on his back and sunk his talons in. He leapt away before Sidra could retaliate and dodged when Sidra came after him. He then darted forward with a burst of speed, grabbed Lagoon by his neck and flung him across the chamber.

He barely had time to recover before Riot came back, slamming her bat in the back of his knees and then hitting him across the face. He blocked a third blow and then swept Riot’s legs, bringing her to the ground. Sidra pressed his knee on her face and pinned her bat-wielding arm with his hand. He held out his other hand and a flash of light appeared in his palm before taking the shape of a large blade.

“Maybe I should take your hand,” Sidra threatened.

“Fuck!” Riot growled, trying to force herself free. She braced for the pain as Sidra brought the blade down, but Meta Woman grabbed his arm and threw him away.

“Get up,” Meta Woman said to Riot.

Riot got to her feet. “This is a lot of fucking trouble for one guy.”

“Stop whining,” Meta Woman said before taking off after Sidra. Riot sighed and followed her.

Orla watched the three of them fighting Sidra and waited for her chance. She tapped the injector against her leg. “Come on, doggies. Put this wolf down so we can go home…”

Next: Fuck the police. The behemoth awakens.