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Superia #7: Queens and Tyrants pt. 3

by Sigma

Our Story So Far: Superia and Diabla were fighting for their lives in Muerte’s Arena until the fight was crashed by Commandante Calderon and his corrupt cops. Diabla escaped, but Calderon and his men captured Superia and Muerte and now they’re in his clutches. Deep beneath the ocean’s surface, Riot, Lagoon, and Meta Woman are locked in battle with the ancient sorcerer Sidra. Why did Orla drag them all down there?

VIII

Muerte breathed in a deep breath as the cop pulled his cock out of her mouth. Cum dripped down her chin and onto her bare tits as she looked up at him. Her wrists were bound over her head and she was on her knees somewhere in a massive warehouse that Calderon had her dragged to.

The cop grinned at Muerte and put his cock back in his pants. “You’re in for a long night, bitch. Get used to it.”

Muerte spit at him as he walked away. She turned to her right where Naomi was sandwiched between two cops. The male cop was behind her with his cock in her ass and one of her tits in his hand. The female cop was on her knees with her tongue deep in Naomi’s snatch. Her hands too were bound above her head, and the two cops had her at their complete mercy. Naomi barely seemed to know where she was. Her jaw was agape, her nipples were rock hard, and the female cop’s jaw was slick with Naomi’s juices.

She sucked on Naomi’s clit, shoved two fingers inside of her, and began pumping while the male cop continued fucking Naomi from behind. The male cop’s body then stiffened as he blew his load in Naomi’s ass. Cum fell from her ass in thick splotches, and she shuddered as she came, her own juices pooling on the female cop’s face and chest and the floor under her knees.

The cops let up and Naomi’s head slumped as she tried to catch her breath. Her thighs were soaked, her tits quivered, and her body trembled. She then groaned when the female cop punched her hard in her tight stomach and both cops laughed.

“The commandante wants these two assholes in the cell,” the female cop said.

Muerte watched them undo Naomi’s shackles and take her away before a third cop did the same to her.

***

“Fuck…” Naomi groaned, sitting up on the floor of a dank cell. She held her head and looked over at Muerte, who sat with her back to the bars. “This is all your fucking fault.”

“Fuck you,” Muerte said. “If you hadn’t attacked my people, Lorena would still be alive.”

Naomi swallowed a lump in her throat and looked away. “She didn’t deserve that. What do you say we set our differences aside long enough to make Calderon eat that stupid fucking mustache?”

Muerte nodded and sniffed. “I’m supposed to keep my people safe. I let that girl down.”

“But fuck the people you kidnap and sell off, right?”

Muerte stared at her. “You don’t get to fucking guilt trip me. We all do what we have to to survive.”

“Yeah, I do, because you’re killing people and selling others into fucking slavery.”

“You and Diabla and other bitches get to decide what justice is, eh? You get to punch people you don’t like and say it’s for everyone’s good. You’re just as much of an asshole as I am. Only difference is I know who I am, mi amor.”

“You sound crazy,” Naomi told her.

“Do you know what Saldana was like before I founded Las Calaveras?” Muerte sat up straight. “You think Calderon is bad? When I first got to Delta from Mexico, the cops used to raid the neighborhood regularly just to bust heads because they could. The district commander, Calderon’s predecessor, would haul you down to the station and have his people kick the shit out of you just for looking at him wrong. People disappeared constantly and, if we were lucky, a body would turn up later. Every one of us lost someone to these monsters. We call Calderon El Tirano de Saldana. The Tyrant of Saldana. We called his predecessor the same thing. ”

Naomi sat quietly and listened.

“I had a fiance, Nando, who was working with a journalist to try and expose Calderon. The bastard found out…”

“And killed him…?” Naomi asked.

Muerte sniffed. “They found my baby swinging from the overpass on the north side of the neighborhood. That’s why I wear the makeup. I’m going to be the death of Calderon and everyone like him. I’m going to protect my home from these animals, and assholes like you and Diabla who think they can come in and tells us what to do. We’re organized, and now very few people mess with us. No one helped us, so we helped ourselves.”

“I’m sorry about your man, just like I’m sorry about Lorena. That doesn’t excuse what you did to me and Diabla and you will answer for it,” Naomi said. “We’ll deal with Calderon, but you and I aren’t done by a long shot.”

“That’s fine with me,” Muerte said. “Get us out of here first.”

They both snapped to attention when the door to the holding area opened and a single set of footsteps approached. Naomi crawled over next to Muerte and looked out, where they saw a single cop approaching the cell.

“I have an idea…” Naomi said. “You’ve got to follow my lead, though.”

Muerte raised an eyebrow as the cop approached. She then jumped in surprise as Naomi pushed her to the floor and pinned her down.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Muerte whispered, only to fall quiet when Naomi pressed her fingers to her lips. The cop got close and Naomi leaned in and began kissing Muerte. Muerte gasped in surprise, but soon found herself getting lost in Naomi as the woman lay her weight down on her. She grabbed Naomi’s naked thigh, their tongues intertwined, and Muerte wrapped one of her legs around Naomi’s waist as the cop arrived at their cell.

“Hey now. What’s this?”

The women ignored him and continued kissing. Naomi sat up slightly and drew her tongue down Muerte’s chest, sucking on her nipples, licking the skin between her brown tits. She then put her face between Muerte’s legs, pushing her tongue in as the woman spread for her. Naomi’s head bobbed up and down, sucking on Muerte’s clit, licking her lower lips, and lapping up her taste.

Muerte cried out, arched her back against the floor, and ran her fingers through Noami’s light brown hair. She curled her toes in her boots and closed her eyes.

“Fuuuuck….” Muerte moaned as Naomi continued eating. Naomi reached up, squeezing Muerte’s tits in her hands while completely burying her face in her snatch. Muerte felt every muscle in her body stiffen as Naomi pushed deeper, and she bit her lip, suppressing another cry as she felt herself slipping closer to orgasm.

Outside the cell, the cop watched with his head pressed against the bars and his hand down his pants. He stroked his stiffened cock, never once taking his eyes off the intertwined bodies of the women in front of him. He watched the muscle rippling under the skin, the soft flesh of Naomi’s ass jiggle, and how Muerte’s tits bounced as her body rocked. He breathed deep, stroking himself with long, slow movements. Muerte’s heavy breathing was getting to him, as was Naomi’s moaning, and he could barely contain himself.

Naomi lifted her head, her chin dripping with Muerte’s juices, and she flashed a smile at the guard before beckoning him to come in. The cop scrambled for his key and opened the door. His pants were already undone by the time he walked in.

Naomi waited for him to get a bit closer and then she sprang up, nailing him with a single uppercut that laid him out and knocked him out cold. Naomi wiped her chin, looked down at him and smirked. “Prick. All right, mama, let’s get out of here.”

When Muerte didn’t answer, Naomi turned around to find her still on her back, finishing the job with her own fingers.

“One second...” Muerte breathed. She worked her pussy, pushing and out with two fingers quickly. She gasped and cried out. “...Almost there!”

Naomi chuckled and shook her head while she began stripping the cop. His pants were too baggy and his boots too big, but his shirt was just big enough to contain her tits. Naomi then took off the cop’s boxers with heart patterns and fashioned a gag for him. After that, she took his cuffs, dragged him over to the cell’s bars, and handcuffed him to them. She then turned around when she heard Muerte scream.

Muerte lay on the floor, her arms and legs spread and the floor soaked as her throbbing pussy dripped. Her tits rose and fell with her breathing.

Naomi stood over her with her hands on her hips. “You good now?”

Muerte looked up at her with a smile before sitting up. “You’re good at that. Once I’ve housebroken you, I think I’ll keep you for myself.”

Naomi smirked at her as she got up. “Keep dreaming, sister. Anyway, this prick didn’t have a key for these collars. You got a hairpin in there?” she asked, pointed to Muerte’s dark locks.

Muerte shook her head.

“Damn! All right, we’ll just have to keep looking until we can get a key. Come on.”

***

Over the next few minutes, the two of them moved through the spacious warehouse complex. It was a staging area for Calderon’s men that had once been a meatpacking plant, as Muerte explained to Naomi. They hadn’t encountered many officers, and they stayed quiet and hid when there were cops present.

Eventually, their path led the women to a locker room area where they heard running water. Naomi and Muerte crept up to the showers and peered inside to see a woman standing under the running faucet, water dripping off her curvy body. She was white, with blonde hair and was average height.

“That’s the bitch that was fucking you!” Muerte whispered to Naomi.

Naomi looked at Muerte and then turned to the cop and stormed into the shower. She walked right up to the cop and shoved her.

“What the fu-” the cop then turned around. “Oh shit...”

 “Keys,” Naomi said, pointing to her collar.

“Fuck you,” the cop said with a furious look in her brown eyes. “You think I’m gonna let a couple of dumb, big titted cows intimidate me? Once the commandante gets his hands on you assholes...”

“Give us a key to these collars or you’re gonna be eating through a straw for the next few months.”

“You’re really gonna assault a cop?”

“Yup,” Naomi said, jabbing her in the face.

The cop staggered back, hitting her head against the wall. She held her face. “My nose!” she half screamed half cried as tears welled up.

Naomi smiled and folded her arms, but Muerte lashed out, grabbing the cop by her neck and slamming her back into the wall.

“Give us the keys, or I’ll do a whole lot worse than break your nose.”

The cop gagged and held Muerte’s arm. She beat her fists against Muerte, who only squeezed harder.

“Do you really want to die, naked, in this shower?”

The cop got a look of fear in her eye as she struggled.

“Muerte…” Naomi said, holding her arm.

“She, Calderon, and the rest of these assholes deserve to die.”

“Think, Muerte. If you kill this bitch, Calderon will rain fucking fire down on Saldana. You know that.”

“So I’m not supposed to respond to what happened to Lorena?!”

“Not like that,” Naomi told her. “Let her go.”

Muerte growled, cursed, and dropped the woman. She then stormed out of the shower. Naomi watched her and knelt down next to the gagging cop.

“Keys.”

“I don’t have them,” the cop answered, holding her neck. “Only the commandante does.”

“Fuck.”

“Go ahead and try him. When he’s through with you, that pussy’s all mine...again,” the cop spat.

“You really should know when to shut up,” Naomi said, hitting her with a single punch. The woman fell down face first, unconscious with the water still running over her naked body as Naomi got up and walked out. She found Muerte sulking by the lockers.

Naomi went through several of them before finding one with the cop’s uniform. She threw it at Muerte. “You don’t want to be running around with your tits out when we get out of here.”

Muerte put the uniform on without saying a word and then fixed her hair.

“I must be getting soft,” Naomi said.

“What?” Muerte asked, looking at her.

“Just a couple of months ago, I probably would’ve let you choke that bitch to death. These jerks I’ve been hanging out with got me to tone it down. The fuck is the world coming to?”

Muerte smiled. “You’re starting to sound more like Diabla.”

“Shut up!” Naomi snapped. “And fuck her for disappearing and leaving us to the wolves. I will wring her neck when I find her.”

***

“Listen up! The two prisoners, the Aphrodites, are loose.”

Naomi and Muerte hid behind a stack of supply crates in a large open area of the warehouse. It was set up as some kind of supply depot. Not only were there stacked crates, but weapon racks and the massive robotic exoskeletons the two of them saw at the arena. The machines were roughly 7 feet tall, with long, sloping arms and open cockpit for the operator.

Right in front of them was an assembly of cops in body armor, 12 in total. The one addressing them was an older man with graying hair and a lean build.

“The commandante wants them both alive, especially Muerte. We already rounded up a bunch of her goons, we catch her, we’re going to throw her in the holding tank at the other warehouse with them. We’ll sell off the ones worth anything for more gear,” he said, motioning to the exoskeletons. “The others will end up in the landfill. The boss wants to parade Muerte in front of the LEO conference next month, though.”

“You’ll be belle of the ball,” Naomi teased in a whisper.

“Fuck you.”

“What about the white girl?” Another cop asked. “That’s that Superia chick, right? She’s with that team that dealt with those mutants at the hospital a few months back. The rest of them are gonna come looking for her.”

“Yeah, the boss says she’s connected to those Sentinel assholes, too. Government pricks. He says he’ll deal with her, throw her down a hole where no one can find her. First one to find them radio for backup. They’ve still got the collars on, but don’t risk it.”

“We can’t take all these assholes without our powers,” Naomi said. “You think we can grab one and make them tell us where Calderon is?”

“No a bad idea,” Muerte said. “Okay, let’s wait for them to disperse and grab the last one out.”

About 15 minutes passed before the cops’ meeting finally ended and they began to file out. Naomi and Muerte watched closely, waiting for them to leave so they could pounce. The room had mostly emptied out except for the one who had been leading the meeting.

The ladies looked at each other and nodded, and darted out of their hiding space. The cop looked up when he heard someone running toward him. Before he could yell, Muerte leapt through the air and kneed him in the face, pinning him down under her. She then grabbed his balls and began squeezing.

“Where’s Calderon?”

“Ngghh! Fuck you, you clown faced whore!” The cop groaned.

Muerte squeezed harder. “Don’t toy with me, old man.”

She kept squeezing and his face twisted in agony, but he said nothing to her. Muerte shrugged. “Okay. I guess I’ll just have to tear them off then.”

“Jesus…” Naomi said under breath. She then heard someone approaching.

“Hey captain, I…”

Naomi and Muerte turned to see a young cop behind them, having returned to the room for something. He froze when he saw them.

“After him!” Muerte shouted.

“Fuck!” Naomi said, chasing the cop.

The cop was too fast, and made it through the door, but Naomi continued after him and disappeared through the door behind him. Muerte watched with bated breath as the room fell silent.

Moments later, the door into the room slammed open and Naomi came darting through.

“MUERTE!!” Naomi screamed, looking behind her.

She had the other 11 cops on her tail.

“FUCK!” Muerte screamed. She hit the cop with a knockout punch and then jumped up as Naomi ran to her. They were backed against the wall with 11 police officers in front of them, some of them sporting batons that surged with electric charges as they eyed the two women.

“Great plan!” Muerte said, putting her fists up.

“Fuck. You,” Naomi replied.

The young cop Naomi chased smiled and stepped forward. “End of the line, cunts. Let’s get these two tied up and drag them to the commandante.”

Muerte and Naomi bunched together, fists raised, as the cops charged them and began attacking. Fists flew and batons were swung. Though the two women put up a strong fight, the cops overwhelmed them.

Muerte went down with a baton to the stomach and Naomi caught one on her knee followed by a fist to her face. The two of them were brought to the ground under a constant rain of blows from the gathered cops. The relentless strikes carried on for what seemed like an eternity, with no sign of letting up when the cops suddenly fell into disarray.

Before long, bodies began flying as the cops were caught be surprise. Two cops hit the ground in front of the ladies and more bodies flew over their heads. Within seconds, everything quieted down.

Naomi and Muerte, bruised and beaten, looked up and saw bodies all around them. They then looked ahead and saw Diabla standing tall in front of them, hands on her curvy hips with a smile on her full lips.

“Come on, you two. No laying down on the job.”

Naomi stood up, groaning and holding her bruised ribs. She approached Diabla with a slight limp and stopped in front of the busty Latina. Without a word, Naomi struck Diabla hard in her stomach and actually made the heroine gasp and back up.

Naomi winced and held her hand when a stinging pain shot through her wrist. “Agh, shit! Right, no powers…” She then looked at Diabla. “Where the fuck have you been?!”

Diabla held her stomach where Naomi hit her. “I got out when Calderon and his people showed up. Not my fault you’re too slow!”

Naomi narrowed her eyes at Diabla. “Just get these fucking collars off of us.”

Diabla looked past Naomi and at Muerte. “I’ll take yours off, but not hers.”

Naomi looked back at Muerte. “Why not?”

“She’s a criminal! I’m going to turn her in to Sentinel.”

“The fuck you are!” Naomi protested. “Leave her alone, get these things off of us, and let’s go already!”

Diabla folded her arms. “Why are you defending her?”

“She helped me escape. We’re allies as long as Calderon is still running around.”

Diabla looked at Muerte. “I don’t see her helping anyone.”

“I did help her, and she ate me out. It was glorious,” Muerte said.

Diabla blinked. “...What? What is she talking about?”

“We had some sexy fun time in the cell. Get us out of here, and we can make it a threesome,” Naomi said.

Diabla groaned. “I don’t want her anywhere near my...sensitive areas…”

Naomi started to say something, but Muerte stepped around her and approached Diabla.

“You’re way too uptight. You should be more like Naomi here,” she said, hooking her finger in the clasp on the front of Diabla’s bikini top. “She might be an obnoxious gringa, but she at least knows not to take things too seriously.”

“Stop touching my tits…” Diabla said.

Muerte smiled. “Come on, Diabla, we’ve known each other all these years. I enjoy our little dynamic. Why don’t you?”

Diabla’s face turned red and Muerte chuckled and leaned in, kissing the heroine on the cheek. She then wrapped her arms around Diabla’s shoulders.

“I’m gonna have so much fun when I make you mine,” Muerte promised.

“I don’t think so, freak. You all belong to me.”

The three women turned around as the shutters behind them opened. Calderon stood, towering over them in one of the exoskeletons. The head cop looked at the three women in front of them and approached, the large metal feet banging against the concrete ground.

“Shit…” Naomi gasped. “Diabla, get the fucking co-”

Before she could finish, Calderon charged. Naomi and Muerte managed to get out of the way while Calderon slammed into Diabla, knocking her back into a stack of crates and bringing them down on her.

Calderon turned and faced the other two, looking specifically at Muerte. “Ines Alvarez Canales. You have been a pain in my ass for far too long.” He began approaching the two of them. “I am going to enjoy beating you to a pulp.”

“Guess we finally settle this for good one way or another, Alfonso,” Muerte said.

“I guess we do,” Calderon said. “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy. I won’t leave you swinging from a bridge like that pissant boyfriend of yours.”

Muerte tensed up and started to lunge but Naomi grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back.

“He will fucking pulverize you if you charge him head-on.” She pushed Muerte back and got between them.

“Look here, mustache,” Naomi said. “Why don’t you be a man and get out of that stupid tin can? Fight me one on one? Or, give me the key to these collars and let’s make it an actual super-fight.”

“Ha!” Calderon laughed. “I’m not interested in fighting you. I’m going to break you. All three of you. Then maybe I’ll go after your friends, Superia.”

“I will fuck your world up!” Naomi said to him. “I will have you on your hands and knees, begging for- FUCK!” Naomi growled as Calderon clasped one of the big metal hands around her neck and lifted her off the ground. Calderon then commanded the mech suit to rip open Naomi’s stolen uniform and the commandante used his real hand to grip Naomi’s meaty tit.

“Very nice,” he said, licking his lips. “I think I’ll take my time with you.”

Naomi looked Calderon in the eye and lifted her arm. She clawed at his face, but Calderon only laughed at her as he continued fondling her. She lifted her legs, putting her feet against his torso, and clawed at his face with one hand. Naomi then yelled and, with her other hand, jammed her thumb in his right eye.

“Ah!! Bitch!” Calderon screamed, dropping her. He staggered back, holding his eye and growling at her.

Naomi held her neck and coughed just as Muerte ran past her, holding a baton from one of the fallen cops. She got inside the suit’s reach and hit Calderon in the jaw and chest, screaming as she did. Calderon stopped her by grabbing her arm and punching her hard in the face. Muerte dropped the baton  and staggered back, gagging with Calderon grabbed her by her neck and, using his raw strength, began strangling her.

Muerte gasped and struggled to breathe, trying to get free as Calderon flashed a smile at her.

“I’m gonna take you alive so I can peddle your ass at the LEO conference next month. Cops’ll pay 100 bucks a head to beat you into submission and gang fuck you,” he laughed. “After they’ve worn those holes out, maybe I will hang you from the bridge after all, you hateful bitch. I’ll send you to hell so you can be with Nando again!”

Muerte spit at him, but was helpless in his grip.

Calderon’s suit then staggered when a crate flew through the air and hit him in the back. He spun around to see Diabla rising from the pile and picking up another of the heavy crates. He dropped Muerte and batted the second crate away. He charged at Diabla who dodged one swing from a giant metal arm and then stopped the other with her strength.

Calderon used both arms to try and overpower the Latina heroine and she pushed back, her muscles flexing as she dug her heels in and resisted him.

“Why do you help this filth, Diabla? We should be on the same side!” Calderon said.

“You’re a pig and a murderer! You’re much worse than Muerte! We aren’t the same!” She said to him. “Besides, you want all superhumans in chains.”

“It’s where you freaks belong. You’re a mistake of nature, all of you.”

Naomi watched them, and noticed Diabla was wavering under the exoskeleton’s power. “Shit…” she said. She then looked around. Muerte was still on the ground, choking and struggling to catch her breath. She then saw one of the stun batons next to her. Naomi ran and scooped it up, pressing the button and make it crack with electricity.

She looked at the back of the exoskeleton and saw a large, boxy protrusion, the suit’s power supply. She powered the baton and ran at Calderon.

Diabla gritted her teeth as she felt her footing slip. She saw Calderon grin and lick his lips as he watched her and he applied more pressure, pushing her back.

“You’re on borrowed time, Diabla. I’ve got just the pair of handcuffs for you.”

“You won’t win, Calderon!”

“I’m the police. I always win!”

Just then, Naomi launched herself through the air and jammed the baton into the power supply as hard as she could. She then activated the button. There was a loud pop, a powerful flash of light, and the pack exploded with enough force to throw Naomi back.

The supply began spitting sparks, bursts of electricity consuming the suit as Calderon let go of Diabla and thrashed around.

“Fuck! FUCK!” Calderon screamed as the suit surged and exploded all around him. Diabla got clear as Calderon hit the crates and fell to the ground.

Naomi lay on the ground next to Muerte and they both watched Calderon go down, with Muerte grinning with delight. After a few minutes, the suit’s tantrums stopped as it lost power and lay on the ground with errant sparks and smoke wafting up.

Calderon lay there, the stink of burned flesh filling the air. The three women stood around him and looked down. He stared back at them, half his exposed flesh and clothing badly burning as he groaned.

“Did I do that? Jesus…” Naomi said.

“Don’t blaspheme!” Both Diabla and Muerte said.

Calderon coughed and convulsed and then gagged when Muerte pressed a boot to his throat.

“What are you doing?!” Diabla said.

“Finishing him off…” Muerte said coldly.

Diabla pushed her off of him and the two of them began yelling at each other in Spanish.

“Girls. Girls!” Naomi shouted, getting between them. “Calm the fuck down, both of you! It’s over. We got the fucker. Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

“We’re just gonna let him live?!” Muerte motioned at Calderon.

“She’s not gonna let you kill him,” Naomi said, pointing at Diabla. “And you don’t have a way to stop her stopping you. Face it, mama, your outgunned here.”

Muerte stared at Naomi and then Diabla. She then spun around and stormed out.

Diabla and Naomi both watched her go and then Diabla walked up to Naomi. “You did a good thing just now.”

Naomi turned to her. “Assholes like him fucking disgust me. If these collars were off I’d have held you back and let her do it.” She then looked at Calderon, kicked him, and turned away. “Come on. We’re done here.”

***

The three of them stood on a roof and watched more police officers storming the warehouse.

“So did we win or not?” Muerte asked.

“I don’t know,” Diabla said. “Corruption’s so rooted in Delta’s PD it’s impossible to tell the good cops from the bad. I have no idea how many cops are loyal to Calderon. You can’t go after him. You know what he’ll do to your gang.”

Muerte huffed. “I’m leaving...I need to go find and free my people.” She started to walk away.

“Wait,” Naomi said.

Muerte paused and looked back.

“What about my bike?” 

“What bike?” Muerte asked. “Oh, the chop shop. No, go get it. No one will bother you,” she said, waving her off. “Our alliance ends here. I catch you in Saldana again after today, we pick up where we left off at the Arena.” She then walked off.

“She is such an ungrateful…” Diabla started.

“Oh stop,” Naomi said. “She’s your other half. You after a few bad days. Don’t act like you don’t like having her around. It lets you feel righteous.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Diabla said, rolling her eyes.

“You know,” Naomi said. “You really should join the crew. You’d probably really get along with Crane.”

“I’m happier working alone, thanks. You’re too damn exhausting. Have a nice day.” She then began walking off.

“Wait…” Naomi stopped her. “I’m starving. There’s gotta be some good food around here, right?”

Diabla narrowed her eyes at Naomi. “Do you like fajitas?”

“Uh...yeah!”

“Fine, follow me,” Diabla said.

“Are they spicy?”

“You can get them spicy. I don’t,” Diabla said.

“Pussy.”

They walked to the edge of the roof and Diabla looked back at Naomi.

“You said Muerte was my archenemy. That sounded like it came from experience. Do you have your own Muerte?”

“Yeah. Her name’s Riot and she’s an evil cunt. I hope wherever the fuck she is she’s having a shitty time.”

IX

“Agh, god dammit,” A bruised and beaten Riot groaned, holding her ribs as she got to her feet. A few feet away, Meta Woman, bruised and with her costume torn to shreds, stood with her boot on Sidra’s head.

Her naked chest heaved with heavy breathing and she clenched her fist and pressed down, making Sidra groan. Lagoon limped over to Riot, nursing a wound in his side.

“Woo! That was a barnburner,” Lagoon said.

“What the fuck are we doing here fish-boy?” Riot moaned. “Why did we go through all of that for one asshole?”

“Remember,” Orla said as she casually strolled over to Sidra. “There are two prisoners.” She then knelt down and jammed the injector she held into the base of Sidra’s skull. Sidra groaned and looked at her.

“What did you just do?”

Orla smirked and pressed the bracelet on her wrist. Sidra bit back the sudden surge of pain in his head before Orla let up.

“You belong to me now,” Orla said. “Get up. We need your friend.”

Sidra exhaled and got up after Meta Woman got off of him. Sidra closed his eyes and uttered a spell, and with a word, his naked body was covered in simple, dark blue robes. He then turned away from the others and approached the pool in the center of the room.

“Arise, my friend…” he said, holding up his arms.

The room was silent for several seconds, before a faint tremor moved through it. The surface of the water then began to bubble and rise. Sidra stepped back.

Riot’s jaw dropped as she watched a massive, scaly, clawed hand rise from the water and clutch at the edge.

“...What. The. Fuck…? No way. No. Fucking. Way!” Riot gasped and stepped back, finding herself and the others cast in an enormous shadow as something began to emerge from the depths.

Epilogue

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that anything about your story surprises me,” Delphi said to Naomi. They were at one of team’s safe houses, with Naomi sitting at the kitchen table while Delphi poured herself a cup of coffee. “There’s been a lot of police chatter over the past two days since you took down Calderon. His people want blood.”

“Anything we can do?” Naomi asked.

“Other than completely reform the Command at the top of the police department, no. The corruption is deeply rooted and Calderon is among the worst and most powerful of them,” Delphi said while taking a seat.

“Maybe we should ask Fox?”

“Police corruption isn’t Sentinel’s jurisdiction,” Delphi said.

“Yeah, but…” Naomi said. “She’s gotta know some shady government assassins who take work on the side…”

“We are not having Calderon killed, Naomi…”

“Maybe I just float the idea to Asa and…”

“No!”

“Dammit...We’ve got enough trouble from whoever these assholes Riot linked up with are. Now we have corrupt cops gunning for us, too,” Naomi said.

Delphi nodded. “Still, I’m glad you’re okay,” she smiled. “I would stay away from Saldana for a while, however.”

“I’m not scared of Muerte. I go where I want,” Naomi said, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t doubt it, but I would rather she not target you or any of the other girls if we can help it. Like you said, we have enough to worry about.”

“Yeah, fine, all right,” Naomi said, getting up.

“Are you heading home?”

“Nah,” Naomi said. “Theo just hit me up for some ass, so I’m hopping on my bike and going there. We’ll cuddle after if I’m in the mood.”

Delphi stared daggers at Naomi.

Naomi walked out, cackling. “See ya later, Del.”

***

The heels of Sloan Adam’s shoes echoed loudly on the hospital floor as she moved through the halls. She moved past doctors and nurses until she found the room she was looking for. She stood to the side of the door and waited for the conversation inside to end.

“Where were you, Ramirez? We busted that bitch Muerte and most of her gang and you were nowhere to be found.” Calderon said. He lay in the bed, covered in bandages.

Officer Ramirez looked away. “I apologize, sir. I got called away on another task. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t. I’m putting you on traffic until I get out of here. Bust some speeders or I’m parking  your ass at a desk. Don’t slack again.”

“Yes, sir,” Ramirez said before quickly walking out. She only gave Sloan a brief glance before leaving.

“Mr. Alfonso Calderon.”

Calderon looked over at her. He groaned while looking at her. “Who the hell are you?”

Sloan smiled and walked in. She fished a business card from her pocket and left it on his bedside table. “My name is Sloan Adams, and we have a mutual interest in suppressing the superhuman annoyance that plagues our city.”

Calderon looked her up and down.

“A change is coming, Commandante. The mutants will be put in their place, under our heel where they belong.” She smiled and tapped her card. “I would love to chat with you in detail about a place I have for you in my organization when you’re rested.”

Calderon continued eyeing her and simply nodded.

Sloan smiled at him. “Please, get well soon. There’s much to be done, Commandante.” She then turned and left the hospital room as Calderon reached over and grabbed the card she left him.

***

Afternoon was giving away to early evening as Naomi sped along one of Delta City’s main roads on her motorcycle. She smiled at the vibration between her thighs, the wind in her hair and on her skin. Suddenly, a high-pitched blaring pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked back to see a police car with lights flashing closing in behind her.

“Fuck…” she whispered and pulled to the side of the road.  The door to the police cruiser opened and a tall and curvy officer with a long, curly brown tied into a ponytail got out and approached Naomi. She looked at Naomi from behind her aviator sunglasses.

“Good afternoon, miss. I’m officer Paola Ramirez. Do you know why I stopped you?”

Naomi looked the woman over. “Wait...you’re the cop who clotheslined me the other other day!”

“Ma’am, answer the question.”

“No, I don’t…” Naomi snarled.

“You were going 30 miles above the posted speed limit and you did not use your signals when switching lanes. License and registration.”

Naomi grumbled and handed over both.

“Thank you, Miss Grant,” Officer Ramirez said, taking them and returning to her car.

Naomi sighed, sat on her bike, and waited as traffic sped by. After what felt like forever, Officer Ramirez returned with Naomi’s documents and a ticket.

“I’m citing you for speeding, Ms. Grant, and for lack of signaling. That is a $300 fine.”

“Jesus Christ, are you serious?!”

“Don’t blaspheme!” Officer Ramirez chastised. “Slow down and think about the other drivers. Also, a word of advice, we don’t require motorcyclists to wear helmets here in Florida, but consider one for your own safety. Have a nice day.” She then turned to leave.

Naomi watched her go, her jaw slack in disbelief. She watched the woman, taking note of her height and physique, when she suddenly realized why she seemed so familiar. She jumped off her bike, nearly tripping when she did. “What the fuck….? Diabla?!” she screamed.

Officer Ramirez paused at her open car door, looked at Naomi and smiled before she got in. She then drove up and leaned over with her window down. “Lunch is on me next time, since you’ll be broke!” she said with a cackle before driving off.

“Un-fucking-believable…of course she’s a damn cop...” Naomi said, staring at the car then the citation. She then started her bike back up and rode off. 

***

Sometime later, Paola arrived at her apartment, and began unbuttoning her uniform top the moment she was through the door. She turned on the light, and then jumped at the sight of someone in her living room. Out of reflex, her gun was in her hand and aimed at the intruder.

“Don’t move!”

The petite blonde woman, wearing a pink track suit, had Paola’s devil horns on her head, and was sitting on the couch. She turned and smiled at the tall, Latina cop.

“Hey there, Paola. Have a seat,” she said, patting the spot next to her.

“Who are you and why are you in my apartment?”

“There will be time for that. Come on, sit down.”

Paola lowered her weapon and walked over quietly. She then sat down, but kept some space between them.

“Bang up job you did out there with Calderon. People like him give the law a bad name.”

“...Are you a cop too?” Paola asked.

“In a sense,” the blonde shrugged. She then took a card out of her pocket and gave it to Paola.

“Sentinel…? For real?” Paola stared at her. “So you have a first name, Agent Fox?”

“I do, but that’s for friends only. Like my buddy Naomi, who you already met.”

“...Why are you here?”

“I want to recruit you.”

“I already told Delphi, I’m not interested.”

“Oh no, not for that,” Fox said. “You want to focus on Saldana, and that’s all well and good. You’ll be that much more useful in helping take down that pig Calderon.”

“What…? Police corruption isn’t Sentinel’s thing.”

“It is when those corrupt police deal in superhuman trafficking. Mr. Calderon is suspected of having made quite a few people like you disappear, and we can’t have that,” Fox told her.

“So why not go after Muerte too?”

“She’s a delicate counterbalance to Calderon. Without her gang, Saldana would have been in his iron grip a long time ago,” Fox said. “Besides, we’re able to rescue the people Ms. Alvarez sends away. Don’t worry, we’ve got a cell for her once Calderon is off the board and we’re sure there isn’t someone worse behind him.”

Paola breathed deep. “...Say I agree, what do you need to me to do?”

“Just be eyes and ears for now,” Fox told her. “Tell us what he and his people do. Then we’ll go from there.”

“That’s it?”

“And,” Fox added. “If you encounter Naomi again, don’t tell her about me. I don’t want her to think I’m cheating on her. This will be our little secret,” she said with a grin.

“Why should I agree?”

“Your father was a police officer, Paola, and a good one from what I gather. He brought integrity and respect to the job. I imagine you want to honor his legacy, right?”

Paola glanced at a framed picture on her coffee table. It was taken at her police academy graduation, with her father, Santiago Ramirez, smiling proudly.

Fox picked the picture up and looked at it. “This is a nice picture, and look at young Paola, so bright eyed and full of hope. Your father is quite the handsome man, too. He’s a got a real movie star look,” she said.

“That’s my papa. Stop being a pervert,” Paola told her.

Fox stood up and stretched her thin limbs. “Fine, fine. Back to why you should take my offer: what do you think Calderon is going to do to you if he finds out you’re Diabla? Especially since you’re both a superhuman and an officer at his precinct. Remember that poor man hanging from the bridge a few years ago, Fernando Costa?”

“..Muerte’s fiance?” Diabla asked.

“Yes, him. I know Calderon’s type. He finds out you’re Diabla and he catches you, you’ll wish you got Mr. Costa’s fate. You’re playing an extremely dangerous game going at this alone. If I’m being honest, you rejecting Delphi’s offer is foolish. They’re a good bunch, those girls, if not a little strange at times. But I can help you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

Fox took off the devil horns and put them on Paola’s head. “Because, I snuck into your apartment and didn’t eat your food, and you have these little sandwich cookies that I looooove.” Fox then started toward the door. “Anyway, think on it, Paola. You have my card,” Fox told her.

Paola looked at the card and then at Fox. “Hey.”

Fox grabbed the doorknob and turned back to her. “Hmm?”

Paola pointed. “I like your outfit.”

Fox looked down at her pink track suit and smiled. “Aw, thank you. Naomi tells me I look like a Flamingo.”

“She’s the worst.”

Fox shrugged. “She grows on you. Think about my offer, Paola. We can do big things together. Hell, one day, you might be Commandante Ramirez. Your dad would be proud of that, right?” She then walked out.

Paola watched her leave and laid back on her couch, holding Fox’s card up. She then looked at the photo of her and her father. She then sighed and put the card on the table. “If nothing else, she seems like a better boss than that prick Calderon. I just hope she doesn’t try to make my fight any monsters. I’m not going near anything with tentacles ever again…”

The End