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Superia #10: Providence pt. 3

by Sigma

Our story so far: It took an orgy with demons and almost getting eaten by a giant monster, but Naomi, Thera, and the others now know where the kidnapped children were taken.

Back in Delta City, the heroines have been soundly defeated by Lord Viper and his troops. The Adams sisters have sent Meta Woman to deal with him and free the heroines, almost like they anticipated this happening...

VI

A portal opened up to let Nocturne, Thea, Naomi, Xanthe, and Mathias out in the shadow of a great citadel carved into the side of a mountain. It was all reaching towers and imposing walls, and Nocturne whistled.

“Damn. The bitch probably has an army in there,” Nocturne said. “T, let’s strategize and figure out how we’re gonna get in there without being seen.”

Thera nodded and she and Nocturne began talking.

“This is suicide…” Mathias said. “But anything to rescue my boy.” He then jumped when a lean arm wrapped around his shoulders and he looked to see Naomi grinning at him.

“So you’re Thera’s baby daddy?”

“If that’s the term you prefer,” Mathias said, moving Naomi’s arm.

“Thera told us she didn’t have any family,” Naomi said. “What about her parents? Where are they?”

“I don’t know…” Mathias said. “And neither does she.”

“What?”

“The Elders took her from them as a baby when they sensed her magic potential. They weren’t sorcerers like she is.”

“You’re serious?” Naomi said.

“Yes. I don’t expect you to understand our ways,” Mathias said. “We have enemies all over. Fanatics like Celestea. We need anyone we find who can wield magic to protect our world.”

“Hold on,” Naomi said. “A bunch of old fuckers kidnapped Thera as a baby and raised her in some wizard school, and everyone’s just cool with it?”

“Don’t be so reductive,” Mathias growled.

“No, she’s right,” Xanthe said. “That is extremely unsettling.”

“Had they not, she’d have turned out like the rest of your kind…”

“What? Normal people?” Naomi said.

“I think he means Aphrodites, Naomi,” Xanthe said.

“Yes. Empty-headed, single-minded harlots who only know violence.”

“How about I violence all over your face right now, buddy?” Naomi said, taking a step forward. Xanthe grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back just as Mathias reached for his sword. The two of them stared each other down, with Xanthe holding Naomi back. Thera and Nocturne were still in conversation, ignorant to what was happening.

Xanthe then looked out in the distance at something, eyed the fortress, and then looked back at that distant point. She let go of Naomi and leapt away from the rest of the party.

“Where the hell is she going…?” Naomi asked. “Anyway!” She turned back to Mathias. “As for you, draw that fucking sword and I knock that stupid beard off your face.”

“Try me, savage,” Mathias growled. “I do not see what Thera sees in you, but I am not impressed.”

“Oh, I promise you, I rock her fucking world. Better than you ever could!”

“What do you mean by that?”

Naomi grinned. “You know exactly what I mean. I know every inch of that sexy tattooed body, right down to the mole just above her pussy.”

Mathias stuttered and Naomi cackled. “Maybe if I’m in a good mood, you can join us the next time. How about it? You sandwiched between your ex and her new boo?” She then grabbed his crotch and squeezed.

Mathias took a deep breath. “Uh...unhand me, woman!”

Naomi just grinned at him. Thera and Nocturne than came back and Naomi let him go.

“Mathias? What’s wrong?” Thera asked.

“Hey, where’d Xanthe go?” Nocturne asked. “We have a plan, but it involves her punching down a wall.”

Just then, there was a slight impact and everyone turned to see Xanthe just after she landed holding two unconscious men wearing maroon robes in her grip.

“Are these Celestea’s henchmen?” Xanthe asked.

Mathias and Thera looked at each other and then her. “Yes, they’re dressed just like the people who attacked Providence,” Thera said.

“They had captives in chains. The caravan is over there,” Xanthe said, pointing after she dropped a man.

Moments later, the group was gathered by a small wagon surrounded a group of prisoners. Unconscious men and women all dressed in the same maroon robes lay stretched out on the ground around the cart and the prisoners looked at the party warily as they looked at their shackles laying in the dirt.

“Go on, get out of here,” Nocturne told them. They all looked at each other skeptically but, one by one, began walking away.

“Okay,” Nocturne said. “First off, Xanthe, well done. Second, this is how we’re getting in. Xanthe, Naomi, and I are gonna put on these robes. T and Mathias, you ride in the back as prisoners.”

“We’re going undercover?” Naomi asked.

“We slip in, find the kids and anyone else, punch Celestea in her stupid face if the opportunity presents itself, and then we’re out,” Nocturne said. “Good? Good!”

“Why do we have to be prisoners?” Mathias asked.

“People who attacked Providence may be in the fortress and may recognize you. Our cover will be blown if you put on the robes,” Xanthe said. “Plus, you can go directly to wherever the prisoners are taken and put a stop to whatever it is they’re doing to them.”

“That,” Nocturne pointed at her. “All right, kids. Let’s do this.”

*

With Nocturne, Naomi, and Xanthe wearing the stolen robes, they guided the cart through the gates of Celestea’s fortress. The gates led to a large courtyard where more of Celestea’s people stalked the area, watching the new arrivals and prisoners in cages.

Thera and Mathias scanned the prisoners, trying to find their son but didn’t see him. They exchanged worried looks and Thera even took Mathias’ hand for comfort as the group stayed quiet.

“What the fuck are they doing to them?” Naomi asked, watching one of Celestea’s people kick a young man into the dirt. She started in that direction until Xanthe grabbed her arm and shook her head.

“We have to figure out where to go from here,” Nocturne said quietly while looking around.

“You there!” a thunderous voice then boomed. They all turned around and Thera squeezed Mathias’ hand.

“Oh no...” she gasped.

She and Mathias both froze when they saw Ranek, the man who had taken their son from Providence, approaching the cart. Nocturne glanced at the two and then walked up and stood in front of Ranek.

The big man looked up at Thera and Mathias and smirked. “Where did you find these two?” Ranek asked.

“They were stalking around the badlands,” Nocturne lied. “My team captured them.”

Ranek looked at her, and then at Naomi and Xanthe. “Hmmm...I don’t recognize you three….” He stayed quiet for several minutes. Naomi and Xanthe both watched him, ready to fight if need be.

“No matter,” Ranek said. He pointed to Naomi. “You, with me. Bring the cart. You two report to the main chamber. Her grace wishes to address us,” he said to Nocturne and Xanthe.

Ranek walked off and Nocturne looked up at Thera and Mathias. “Who is that?” Nocturne asked. “He looks important.”

“I think he’s one of Celestea’s lieutenants,” Mathias said. “He’s the one who took Aron.”

Nocturne leaned in toward Naomi. “Go with them and find and the boy. Beat the answer out of baldy, if you have to.”

“Will do,” Naomi grinned, grabbing the cart and following Ranek.

When they left, Nocturne and Xanthe moved on toward the fortress.

*

“What’s your name, acolyte?” Ranek asked Naomi as he walked alongside her.

Naomi paused, trying to quickly come up with a fake name. “Uh...Xera!”

“Xera? Huh...odd name. Are you an Earther?”

“Yes.”

“That explains it. Well, Xera, you caught two special guests. These two were at Providence when we attacked. I’ve been wanting another go at them since we had to leave.” Ranek looked at Thera. “Especially the woman. I think I’ll make her body mine before I break her mind.”

Mathias glared at Ranek and he simply laughed.  “You can have the man if you want,” he said to Naomi.

“Not interested,” Naomi said. “He’s probably got a small dick.”

Ranek cackled, Mathias glared at Naomi, and she grinned and flipped him off.

“Well then,” Ranek said. “I’ll have to make him watch while I ravage his woman. Wait here.”

He walked ahead toward a chamber behind a large door and the group could see jail cells when the door opened.

“Not man enough?” Mathias asked as Naomi climbed into the cart.”

“Shut up,” Naomi told him.

“Who is Xera?” Thera asked.

“She’s a character in some video game Cindy livestreams,” Naomi told her. “I hop on to troll her when I’m bored, but the game looks kind of cool, honestly. Look, that’s not important. You think the kids are down here?”

“It’s possible,” Mathias said. “We’ll need to get past him first.”

“Yeah,” Naomi said. “I can go look for them. Can you two handle that ugly fuck?”

They both nodded just as the door opened again and Ranek came back. He grabbed the front of the cart. At the same time, behind them, a group of other acolytes came out.

“Xera, go with the others and see what her grace has to say. I’ll be busy with the prisoners,” Ranek told her.

Naomi looked at the other acolytes. She counted 10 of them. “Fuck...” she uttered. She exchanged looks with Thera and Mathias but left with the others while Ranek grabbed the cart and moved in the other direction.

*

Thera and Mathias exchanged looks while Ranek pulled them along. Mathias moved the hay on the floor of the cart and uncovered his sword. He carefully grabbed it and Thera summoned her staff into her hand. They passed through a large cell block and two of them looked in horror as they saw the cells were packed with children of all ages. They prepared to attack when a voice yelled.

“Mom! Dad!”

Both Thera and Mathias turned in the direction of the voice and saw Aron against the door of one of the cell, banging his fast against it. Thera didn’t even think, she just leapt from the cart and ran for her son.

“Thera, watch out!” Mathias called to her. Thera turned and braced herself just as a hard elbow hit her in the face and sent her flying. She hit the ground, her head swam, and she could hear screaming and crying through the haze.

“Bastard!” Mathias screamed, jumping down with his sword in hand. Ranek smirked at having knocked Thera down and turned to see Mathias coming. He dodged several skilled sword swings and then Mathias let loose a magical bolt of energy that hit Ranek and simply dissipated across his body. The big man then charged and hit Mathias, knocking him into the air. Mathias rolled across the ground and Ranek leapt through the air, bringing his knees down on the man’s ribs and causing him to cry out in pain.

Thera got up, growling. Her tattoos flared and her eyes glowed as she called a massive ball of swirling energy that made a violent wind whip through the cell block. The children stared in awe as Thera formed a ball of energy bigger than she was, and Ranek turned and face her, licking his lips.

Thera launched her attack and Ranek took off running, coming right for her. Instead of being consumed by the energy ball, Ranek absorbed it into his body and kept going. Thera could only gasp at what she had just seen and brace herself as Ranek closed in. She gagged when his big hand seized her neck and he picked her up. She hit and clawed at him, trying to get free and Mathias lay writhing on the ground. Thera could see her son, banging against the cell door with tears in his eyes. Thera went for Ranek’s eyes, trying desperately to blind him. He growled and slammed her hard into the wall, and she went limp. He then dropped her to his feet, her curvy body stretched out and vulnerable.

An erection formed in Ranek’s pants as he touched the unconscious sorceress’ tits. He then grabbed her by her robe, lifted her, and put her over one broad shoulder. He walked toward the other end of the cell block and grabbed Mathias by his collar, dragging him behind as he vanished behind another door to the wails of Aron and the other children.

*

“Yo,” Naomi said. When the other acolytes turned to face her, she continued. “So um, Celestea, what’s her deal?”

They looked at each other in confusion and then at her. “What do you mean?” One woman, tall, and rail thin with sharp features, asked.

“Why’s she doing all this?” Naomi asked. “Kidnapping magic users and what not?”

More confused looks and some whispers.

“Who are you?” One acolyte, a short, stocky man asked.

Naomi sighed. “All right, look, I’m not good at this acting shit if I don’t have someone to play off of, so I’m just going to get to it. Tell me why Celestea is kidnapping these nerds, or I’m gonna beat the answer out of you pricks.”

“She’s an intruder!” One said.

“Obviously! And you scrubs can’t beat me. I can tell by looking at you. I wanna dance with the big guy back there,” she said, pointing a thumb.

“There are 10 of us, interloper,” the thin woman said.

“Uh huh, and?” Naomi said. “That just means this shit will take me a few more minutes.”

“I will cut out your insolent tongue and present your head to her grace,” the thin woman said.

“All right, for that, you get a spanking,” Naomi said to her. She looked as they began surrounding her and then let out a sigh and began taking off her robe. “All right...I tried to help you assholes out...”

**

“She has an entire army here...” Xanthe uttered.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Nocturne mocked.

The two of them stood among an army of robed acolytes in a central chamber at the heart of the fortress. All over the room, more magic users in chains and cages were being held prisoner, and Xanthe and Nocturne walked among them, watching closely. They watched some of Celestea’s people chant in a strange language, and when they did, the prisoners screamed and a glowing auras flared from their bodies before being snuffed out. The victims would then collapse, barely breathing, and be dragged off.

“Oh fuck...” Nocturne gasped. “Xanthe, I know what Celestea’s doing.”

“What?”

“She’s stripping these people of their magic!”

Xanthe glanced at her.

“People who can use magic have a different life energy than those who don’t. Anyone who has demon blood...” she explained while pointing to herself. “...can sense it innately, but anyone can be trained to pick up on it.”

“Is she stealing it?” Xanthe asked.

“Yeah, and she’s twisting it and putting it in her own people,” Nocturne said. “That absolute bitch!”

“Thera said the attackers at Providence were immune to magic. That must be why...” Xanthe said to herself. “We have to put a stop to this.”

“You’ll be doing no such thing, ladies,” A voice said.

Both women spun around to find Celestea Domina standing right behind them, her gleaming white armor newly polished and a stone-like expression on her flawless face. She gripped a greatsword in one armored hand and eyed the two.

Suddenly, the heroines realized that Celestea’s army surrounded them and they went back to back.

“The Daughter of Ruin,” Celestea said, rounding on Nocturne. “In my own sanctum. And she brings a fellow Ancient with her. Greetings, sister,” Celestea said to Xanthe.

“Celestea...” Nocturne said. “I see you shifted from simply killing mages to stripping them of their identities.”

“To the contrary,” Celestea said. “I am remaking these poor wretches. For too long, magic has run amok, ruining world after world at the behest of a cursed few who’ve been tainted by its touch. I am showing them there is life beyond that curse.”

The heroines looked around at her followers.

“These people...” Xanthe said. “Your followers...they were magic users too?”

“And they have since seen the light!” Celestea boasted. “I have shown them the natural way! Those who do not see the light are purged, as the tainted should be.”

“Thousands of years of life and you’re still a self-righteous cunt who thinks her shit don’t stink,” Nocturne said. “I guess my dad didn’t fuck enough sense into you when he fucked your brains out on the Burning Fields all those years ago.”

Fury lit in Celestea’s eyes and an armored fist found Nocturne’s face, hard enough to stagger her.

“I will skin you alive for that insult, demon!” Celestea roared. “I will hang your corpse from the walls and show what happens when heretics cross me!”

Nocturne grinned and licked a trickle of blood from her lips. Xanthe noticed something in her eyes and stepped back.

“Then ring the fucking bell!” Nocturne said, summoning her sword and charging.

Celestea blocked with her own sword and the two clashed weapons, taking their fight elsewhere. Xanthe looked around as the acolytes closed in around her. She then tossed her robe aside, revealing her curvy, toned body, and slammed a powerful fist into the ground, sending out a shockwave that sent them all flying.

*

“Say you’re sorry!” Naomi ordered.

“Never!” the woman said defiantly. “AH!” she screamed as Naomi’s hand came down on her bare ass a 10^th time. She was stripped naked with her wrists tied and bent over Naomi’s knee. Naomi pulled her hair with one hand and raised her other in the air.

“Are we gonna keep going?” Naomi asked. “My hand doesn’t hurt yet.”

“You are a deranged woman!”

Naomi smacked her ass again and it turned a deeper shade of red.

“Stop this!” The woman said, tears beginning to form from the pain. She cried out when Naomi spanked her again, this one harder than the others. Her pale ass, shapely for such a skinny woman, jiggled and she breathed deep.

“What. Is. Celestea. Doing?” Naomi asked again.

“She is kidnapping magic users to strip their power!” The woman said. “Magic has ruined countless worlds. It’s not something that anyone should have!”

“Stripping their power?” Naomi repeated. “Can it be reversed?”

“Can a foul-mouthed dullard who only knows violence change her barbaric ways?” Another hard smack. “OW! No!”

“The big guy, how dangerous is he? Are my two friends in trouble?”

“Master Ranek is the greatest of her grace’s disciples. Second only to Lady Celestea herself.”

Naomi looked back. “Shit!” She smacked the woman on her ass one final time and then got up and ran off to help Thera and Mathias.

The woman lay there, her thin body quivering as she tried to catch her breath. She rolled to her side and her nipples were rock hard. She rolled on her back. “Ow, ow, ow!!” she said before rolling back onto her chest. “I’m not going to be able to sit for a week...”

***

Mathias sat against a stone wall, his hands shackled over his head, and all he could do was watch. “You monster! I’ll kill you!” He swore, fighting to break free of his chains.

Ranek simply smiled at him, and then buried his face in Thera’s vulnerable pussy. He was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, with one of Thera’s shapely legs over his shoulder and the other pinned to the floor under his hand. Her robe was discarded of to the side and her hands were bound behind her back, leaving her helpless as Ranek made a meal of her.

Thera moaned and wiggled on the floor, trying to get free, but Ranek gripped her hips tight and pulled her in. When she resisted him, he grabbed her neck and squeezed hard.

“I’m only going to say this once,” Ranek spoke. “Keep fighting me and I’ll go drag your brat in here, and I’ll make you both watch me strangle the life from his body. Her grace won’t care about one dead child. Understand?”

“You bastard!” Mathias screamed.

Thera nodded with tears in her eyes, and closed them as Ranek nodded, smiled, and began drawing his tongue over her naked body. He lifted his head and looked at her. “After you’re stripped of your magic, I think I’ll make you my bed wench. How does that sound?”

Thera didn’t say anything. She just looked away from him.

“Good. You magi trash belong under heel,” Ranek said as he continued toying with her body. He forced her to kiss him, pushing his tongue into her mouth while cupping a tit in his big hand. His cock swelled in his pants, and with his other hand he undid them and slid them down his legs. He then stood up, forcing Thera to get up with him, and he threw her against the nearest wall and pinned her against it. He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and held them over her head. Ranek pressed his mouth against hers and kicked her legs apart. He then inserted his middle and ring fingers inside of her and Thera moaned inside Ranek’s mouth as he penetrated her. Her body rocked as he began moving around inside her, and she gasped when he pulled away and began sucking on her tits.

Mathias let out a roar of rage, pulling futily at his chains as he watched Ranek have his way with the mother of his child. No matter how hard he pulled, they were fastened tight to the wall behind him. The cold metal of the manacles bit into his skin, mocking his helplessness.

Ranek slurped up the sweet taste of Thera’s skin, biting the nipples and licking the delicate skin. At the same time, she was growing wet between the legs, around his fingers, and her back pressed against the cold wall as Ranek lifted his head and looked her in the eye. His cock was rock hard between his legs, and with that, he pulled her away, turned her around, and bent her over at the waist. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back before ramming himself home in her pussy.

She cried out, and then gasped as he began pumping in and out, his cock stretching her out as it plunged deep. Ranek put his other hand on her hip and leaned forward, making sure his cock went in as deep as it could. He grinned and got close to her ear, his breath hot.

“Maybe I’ll give you another child, magi,” Ranek said. “He or she will be raised in Lady Celestea’s light, of course, and you will be nothing more than a broodmare. But even tainted trash like you can serve a grand purpose.” He then smacked the sorceress hard on her shapely ass and continued fucking her. Thera pressed her hands against the wall, her body betraying her as Ranek continued fucking her. Her tits jiggled and she felt pleasure swelling with his continued penetration. One hand seized her neck and the other squeezed a tit and Thera clutched her hands into fists, her body helpless against Ranek’s treatment. 

Ranek grunted, slamming himself home harder for a few more forceful strokes. Thera yelped and moaned, and Ranek laughed as he pulled out and slowly stroked himself. Thera looked at the cold stone floor, her tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Sweat dripped from her brow and she grunted when Ranek grabbed her hair and turned her around to face him. He then forced the sorceress to her knees and hit his stiff cock against his lips. Thera gritted her teeth and looked up at him in disgust.

“Remember your boy, witch,” Ranek reminded her.

She then huffed and grabbed his cock, putting it to her lips, and gagged when he pulled her hair and forced it in. He then began stroking in and out of Thera’s mouth and she bobbed her head, licking the length of his shaft. Ranek grunted and laughed and looked at Mathias, who eyed him with white-hot fury.

*

Naomi slid to a stop when she realized she was in the holding cells. The entire room stretching in front of her was lined with cells and she saw small, terrified faces staring up at her as she moved.

“Those assholes…” she muttered. “Aron? Which one of you kids is Aron?”

“Over here!” a boy called.

Naomi ran to him and knelt down. “Holy shit, you look just like Thera…” she whispered to herself. She smiled at him to put him at ease. “Hi there, Aron. My name’s Naomi. I’m a friend of your mom’s. I bet your scared now, right?”

The boy nodded.

“Well that’s okay. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Can you help my mom and dad?” Aron asked.

“Where are they?”

“A big man took them down the hall.”

Naomi looked ahead and saw a door at the end of the hall. “Okay. I’ll do that. Here’s what I need you to do. Sit tight for a few minutes, be brave for me. I’ll bring them back.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Naomi said with a smile.

Aron nodded and put on a brave face.

“Attaboy.”

“Behind you!”

Naomi turned and looked back. “Motherf-” she held her tongue around the children but saw several acolytes file in, looks of fury in their eyes. Naomi stood and cracked her knuckles. “I thought I told you worthless shits to stay down.”

They screamed and charged at her.

“Close your eyes, kids. Aunt Naomi’s about to commit several acts of violence,” Naomi said before running at them.

Aron and many of the other children stared as the fight broke out, and then winced at the sounds of punches landing, bones breaking, and people yelling. Aron jumped when a body, one of the acolytes, flew through the air and slammed into his cell.

*

“Heh…” Celestea chuckled from where she lay at the bottom of an impact crater. Her armor as cracked and her sword lay impaled in the broken ground next to her. Nocturne stood several feet away, her own sword in the ground as she tossed her trenchcoat aside and cracked her knuckles. Celestea retrieved her weapon and stood. “When I am done with you, dear Natalie, I will present your bones to that father of yours before I take his head too. I will kill that companion of yours and put her head on my wall.”

Nocturne looked back and saw Xanthe fighting the acolytes. Many of them were laid out on the ground, unconscious or groaning in agony, and Xanthe hadn’t even broken a sweat. Nocturne turned back to Celestea. “You know that isn’t happening. Let these people go, and fuck off somewhere where I never have to see you again, and I won’t kill you. Deal?”

“I do not compromise with demon filth!” Celestea said before raising her sword. She charged and was on Nocturne in an impressive blur of speed. Steel crashed against steel as the two Aphrodites moved around the chamber, keeping in step with each other.

“Damn…” Korina said.

Xanthe looked up. She one acolyte in a headlock, his face smashed against her tit, and her other hand was around the throat of another. She watched Nocturne and Celestea battle and pouted. “I’m wasting my time with these fools…” More of the acolytes attacked and Xanthe threw her captives at them before charging.

A smile formed on Nocturne’s face as she and Celestea went back and forth, blow for blow. She read the woman’s movements, studied how she fought and changed her defense on the fly. The whole time, she was waiting for an opening. And then Celestea gave it to her. When Celestea went for an overhand swing, Nocturne let go of her sword with one hand and jabbed her fingers into Celestea’s exposed throat.

She gagged from the sharp, sudden blow and dropped her sword, and then her eyes went wide as Nocturne ran her through with her sword. Her body jerked, blood poured from her mouth, and she coughed as Nocturne looked her in the eye and grinned.

“I’ll tell dad you said hi,” Nocturne promised.

Celestea coughed, but then smiled. “You little fool…” she said. Her eyes flashed yellow and she laughed when she saw the confusion on Nocturne’s face. She then headbutted her, sending her reeling. When Nocturne stepped back, Celestea did too as she held out her bloody hands. She pulled the sword out of her abdomen and dropped it to the floor. After she did, blinding, white light shot down from the sky and engulfed her.

“What the fuck…?” Nocturne said.

The light died down and Celestea’s form changed. She was no longer a striking woman in gleaming armor. She was now a angelic looking figure, 9 feet tall with three pairs of large, white, feathery wings coming from her back. Her naked skin was the color of marble and eyes covered much of her body and wings.

“You will know pain, devil!” Celestea promised.

“Ohhhh shit…” Nocturne said. She held out her hand and her sword flew back into it. Two bodies hit the ground in front of her and Xanthe landed next to her.

“What is this?” Xanthe asked.

“Her Nephilim form...” Nocturne said. “She’s taking the gloves off.”

What few acolytes remained stared up at the horror above them and began fleeing.

Celestea said nothing. Instead, she hovered in the air as several gold rings appeared in the air around her and began to flare.

Nocturne’s eyes went wide and she quickly shoved Xanthe away just as javelins made of light fired at Nocturne in a powerful torrent. There were dozens, and they impaled every inch of her body and the ones that missed pierced the ground as though it was paper.

“No!” Xanthe screamed.

“Oh shit!” Korina said. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

Xanthe ran to Nocturne. Blood pooled on the ground under Nocturne’s body but Celestea landed in front of her and cut her off. Xanthe leapt back to avoid a blow from a glowing sword that appeared in Celestea’s hand. She dodged more blows but Celestea lashed out and grabbed Xanthe by the throat. Her head turned when Xanthe landed a powerful punch and Celestea smirked, licking up a trickle of purple blood that dripped.

“Such power…” Celestea said. Her voice had its own echo. “Your blood truly is special, sister. Our kind used to move mountains and decimate entire armies. How is it that our blood became so diluted over the years?”

Xanthe said nothing. She simply clenched her teeth and tried to break free, but Celestea held on tight. She then made his sword vanish and began fondling Xanthe’s body, cupping a tit and running her hand down the heroine’s tight stomach.

“I will make this body mine. You will serve me and we will make the lesser lifeforms tremble, starting with the magi…”

“Xanthe,” Korina said. “Listen, let’s switch back. Maybe it’ll surprise her and I can run, go find the others. I think we’re outmatched here.”

“No, child. She’ll kill you,” Xanthe said.

“Who are you talking to?” Celestea asked. While she spoke, she slipped two longer fingers into Xanthe’s pussy and began moving them around. “Speak.”

Xanthe squirmed and tried to break free. She punched Celestea, but the blow was weaker as the woman molested her.

Celestea looked into her eyes. “Ah...there’s someone else in there...I would like to meet them. I have met others like you before in my long life. If I bring you to climax, it will bring your host forth, won’t it?” She pushed her fingers in deeper and Xanthe’s cries echoed on the wall. She kicked her powerful legs, but her nipples were rock hard and she gasped in Celestea’s grip.

“Yes, I can sense her now…” Celestea said. Every eye on her body looked Xanthe over and when she stared into them, she felt her body go numb.

“Xanthe, what just happened?!” Korina asked.

“I...I can’t feel…”

“Yes,” Celestea said. “You are but an insect in the storm that is my power, sister. In time, I will bestow this power on you, but I must break you first. Remake you in my image.”

Xanthe grunted as Celestea continued penetrating her, the only sensation she could still feel. Celestea’s face was impassive and her many eyes unblinking. Her wings wrapped around Xanthe, completely enveloping her, and Xanthe’s body rocked with the constant penetration as she felt her will and mind slipping. Even Korina’s voice, always loud and clear, was nothing more than a muffle.

“Hey…” a voice called out.

Celestea lifted her head and the wings unfolded. Xanthe looked over her shoulder and saw Nocturne on the ground, but moving. She started getting up, pulling up the lances with her.

“You have any idea how much that fucking hurt, you cunt?” Nocturne asked, her many wounds pumping blood as she pulled a lance out and threw it at Celestea.

Celestea batted it away and dropped Xanthe. She lay there, naked chest heaving. Sensation was returning to her body as she felt her meaty thighs twitch.

Nocturne’s eyes turned the color of blood and her body bulged. “I guess I need to get into something more comfortable too.” A pair of black, leathery wings erupted from her back and her skin turned the color of ash. She grew another foot in height and two pairs of curved horns grew from her head. He hands and feet grew to talons and her skin became scaly as her teeth grew into fangs. Her breasts swelled in size, as did the muscles of her arms and thighs. The lances melted away and the wounds closed as Nocturne took on her demon form.

“Holy shit…” Korina said.

“You good over there, Xanthe?”

Xanthe breathed deep and raised a thumb.

“So, this is what that father of yours gifted you with?” Celestea said. “Yes, this corpse will make a much better decoration.” 

Nocturne’s sword shifted into a scythe and Celestea summoned her blade. The two of them, angel and demon, charged and began their fight anew.

“Xanthe, are you okay?” Korina asked.

“Yes,” Xanthe breathed as her feeling came back. She watched the two clash on the ground and in the air and she clenched her hand into a fist. “I’m going to make her pay…”

*

Thera lay on the cold floor, her breath ragged and naked thighs twitching. Cum dripped from her pussy as she looked over at a dejected Mathias. She couldn’t even muster the strength to say anything to him.

Instead, she tried to sit up only to be forced back down on her back when Ranek put his foot against her chest and pushed down. The big man stood over her with a grin on his face and his cock flaccid and still dripping.

“Save your energy, witch. We go for round two soon…”

“P...please…” Thera begged. “No more…”

“Done already? Pity. I guess you don’t value the boy’s life that much,” Ranek taunted.

Tears streamed from Thera’s face as she closed her eyes, trying desperately to think of a way out of this. She whimpered as Ranek grabbed her hair and forced her up.

“Pathetic…” he taunted. He began stroking himself as she looked Thera in the eye. “You had better find some reserve of strength, for your child’s sake.”

“You know…” Naomi said from the chamber entrance.

Ranek snapped around and faced her and Thera looked at her. A weak smile formed on her lips. Ranek, however, glared when he noticed Naomi dragging two battered and unconscious acolytes behind her.

Naomi walked in, dropping her captives. “Between kidnapping those poor kids, stripping these mages of their power, raping my friend, and forcing her baby daddy to watch...I’m not sure you have enough bones for me to break, baldy.”

Ranek dropped Thera and turned to face Naomi. “You’re an ally of this witch?”

“That’s the wrong question to be asking right now,” Naomi said.

“And what would be the right one, woman?”

“How long will I last before I have to beg this bitch with the spectacular tits to stop hitting me?” Naomi said, smirking.

Ranek smirked and looked her over. “Your body is indeed, spectacular. I’ll make it mine just as did the witch’s,” he said, pointing at Thera. “But...I can tell now you’ll be a much more difficult conquest.”

Naomi folded her arms and shook her head.

“What’s funny?”

“The fact that I’m not going to break a sweat fighting you,” she answered. She pointed to the two acolytes. “If you’re anything like your flunkies, you’ll go down quick.”

“Ha!” Ranek laughed.

“It’s true,” Naomi said. “If you want to beat me, you’re gonna have to do it the old fashioned way, buddy, because the only thing magic about me is this pussy.”

Thera couldn’t help but suppress a laugh while Mathias rolled his eyes.

Ranek looked at Naomi. “Keep that same energy when I have you one your knees, whore!” He then charged at her, and when he lashed out with punches, Naomi moved and weaved away with a trained grace while going on the defensive.

Thera crawled over to Mathias and tried with futility to break his bonds. Instead, the two of them watched Ranek attacking Naomi, only for her to dodge his blows. He was quick, but Naomi was faster, and seemed to read his every move.

“She’s toying with him…” Mathias said.

Thera looked at him and noticed a smirk on his face.

Ranek swung his big arm, trying to catch Naomi with it, but she spun away, grabbed it and threw him across the room. She then ran after him. Ranek bounced across the ground like a skipped stone and got to his feet. Before he even fully recovered Naomi was on him, touching up his face, chest and stomach with a series of fast, powerful punches that all wracked the big man’s body. A final blow sent him flying again and he hit the wall hard enough to leave a crater. Naomi launched forward and threw another punch that Ranek barely dodged. Instead, Naomi’s fist split the stone and Ranek got to his feet.

His breathing was ragged, his chest, stomach and face all sported fresh bruises, and a trickle of sweat ran down the side of his face as he favored a sharp pain in his ribs.

Naomi stretched her long limbs. “Need a second, baldy?” she taunted.

Ranek growled at her. “Cunt!” he screamed and charged.

Naomi smirked and ran to meet him.

Thera stayed close to Mathias as they watched the one-sided beating continue.

*

“Damnation!” Celestea cursed as she found herself on the backfoot. Nocturne put her on the defensive with several lightning-fast strikes from her scythe. The weapon clashing with her sword made sparks between the two. Celestea flapped her wings and flew back. At the same time, she pushed Nocturne back with a burst of power and took to the sky to make some breathing room.

And when she looked up, Xanthe descended from the sky like the meteor and landed a powerful blow in the center of Celestea’s chest. She grunted and slammed into the ground, forming a crater and shaking the room.

When the smoke cleared, Celestea was on one knee using her sword impaled in the ground to hold herself up. She coughed up blood, bruises covered her body, and her breathing was ragged. Xanthe and and the transformed Nocturne stood over her. The two heroines smirked and bumped fists. Celestea hissed and took off to the air, but Xanthe grabbed her by the ankle and slammed her into the ground.

She tried to get up and screamed when Nocturne pierced her through her shoulder with her own sword, pinning her to the ground.

Nocturne squatted down so she was eye level with her enemy. “That’s game, babe.”

“What do we do with her?” Xanthe asked.

“I say we tear her wings off,” Nocturne said. “She’ll probably just grow new ones, but it’d make me feel better.”

“I will see both of you heretics purged!” Celestea promised, grunting when Nocturne punched her in the face.

“Korina says we should collapse the building on her,” Xanthe reported.

“I like the way the kid thinks,” Nocturne said. “But, nah, this place was built to withstand sieges. We don’t have that kind of juice.”

“Korina wonders if we could seal her in that gate, perhaps freeing your mother in the process?”

Celestea’s eyes went wide. “N-no! Not that!”

Nocturne thought on it. “...No...I wouldn’t even do that to this cunt. No one deserves that…I should give her to my dad.”

Celestea glared at Nocturne. “You wouldn’t…”

“Who is your father?” Xanthe asked.

“He’s an arch-demon, one of the baddest around. He’s fought and beaten Celestea before, made her part of his harem before she escaped.”

“It is...an unseemly proposal, but I don’t see another way…” Xanthe said. 

“But then I’d have to go see my dad, and he said he’d skin and crucify me the next time he saw me. He’d probably do it to you too, just by association.”

“Ah,” Xanthe said. “You too have a complex relationship with your father?”

“Who doesn’t, babe? What’s your story?”

“My father is Zeus,” Xanthe said.

“No shit!” Nocturne said. “Well, regardless, dad’s out. Fuck it, let’s drag her ass back to Earth and let her be Sentinel’s problem.”

Xanthe nodded and went to grab the sword. When she did, Celestea lashed out and kicked Xanthe, knocking her back. She quickly got up, ripping the blade through her shoulder. She sent out another blast of energy and knocked Nocturne away. She then grabbed her sword and flew away. A portal appeared overhead.

“You haven’t seen the last me, curs! Neither of you!” She promised before vanishing through the portal.

“Well, shit…” Nocturne said before shifting back to her human form. She then hit herself in the head. “Fuck!”

“What?” Xanthe asked, walking up to her.

Nocturne punched her in the shoulder. “We could’ve given her to Diva! That bitch would’ve owed us for life.”

“Dammit…” Xanthe said.

“Son of a bitch…” Nocturne sighed. “Let’s go see how those other jerks are faring…”

*

“Please…” Ranek panted. “No more…” He crawled across the ground, looking back as Naomi lazily stalked him. She kicked him in the ribs and turned him on his back before stepping on his broad chest.

Ranek’s eyes went from her feet, up her thighs, and he stared at the woman dominating him but stayed silent.

“See...this is the natural order of things,” Naomi said, grinning. She then sighed and looked around. “Ah...my kingdom for a strap-on right now.”

Ranek swallowed a lump in his throat as Naomi straddled his waist.

“I don’t think you’ve suffered enough,” Naomi said. “Now...what to do with you, big fella?”

Ranek said nothing.

“Oh! Now, you’ve got nothing to say!” Naomi teased. “Fine, I’ll really shut you up then,” she said, sliding up to his face and smothering him with her thighs and pussy. “I hope you’re as good with that tongue as you are with that mouth.”

*

In the room with the prison cells, Thera and Mathias found the mechanism to open the cells and the children slowly filed out.

“Mom! Dad!” Aron said, running to his parents. The family embraced and Thera held her son close, almost in tears as she peppered him with kisses. She then looked up. “Are you all okay, children?”

Some were distraught, but they all nodded.

“Good, we’re leaving this terrible place.”

“Yo!”

Everyone turned to see Nocturne and Xanthe walk in. “We found some more mages in some other cells,” Xanthe said. “We wanted to make sure the way was clear before freeing them.” 

They walked up and Nocturne looked around. “Hey kids.” She ruffled one little girl’s hair and then looked at Thera. “Is that your son?”

“Nocturne, Xanthe, this is Aron,” Thera said with a smile.

Nocturne extended her hand and Aron went to return the gesture until Mathias stood between them.

“That’s close enough, demon.”

“You can’t be serious,” Nocturne growled.

“I am,” Mathias said. “Your help is appreciated, but you are no longer needed here.”

“We’re not doing this right now, Mathias,” Thera said in a stern tone. “Let’s go get Naomi and get out of here.”

Mathias nodded as he and Nocturne exchanged heated glances. They walked back to the other room as a group with the children in tow and Thera holding Aron’s hand.

“Oh, fuck!” Naomi cried out.

The group walked into the room to find Naomi riding Ranek’s face, her tits bouncing up and down and her mouth agape in ecstasy. One hand was on Ranek’s bald head while the other was reaching back, jerking off his erect shaft.

Thera gasped and quickly covered Aron’s eyes. Mathias sighed and shook his head. Xanthe paused, dumbfounded and Nocturne burst out laughing.

Naomi paused when she realized she had an audience. “Oh...I guess we won, huh? Cool, cool. Go team.”

“I bet the girls back home aren’t having this much fun,” Korina said to Xanthe.

VII

“I am not having a good time, right now…” Fox growled. She was in the middle of a cold, metal table, her limbs removed from her cybernetic body and hooked up to various diagnostic machinery. Viper technicians worked, analyzing her hardware and she looked on helplessly. One then walked over and began feeling her face and pulling at her lips and cheeks.

Fox groaned and moved her head. “That’s real skin, jackass! My face doesn’t come off!”

The robotic Viper troop simply walked away.

Not far away, Lord Viper stood before a camera, gloating as the heroines were all strapped up and being penetrated by the dildos on mechanical arms. Thorn was up to her jaw in water, and Iron Crane suppressed a scream as she was brought to orgasm again.

“Your champions have fallen, Delta City! They are useless!” Lord Viper gloated. He then pointed to Thorn. “Once that one drowns, the rest of these cows will be executed, one by one. So speaks Lord Viper, your new master.”

Blaze pulled against her bonds, fighting back the mounting pleasure as the dildo pushed in and out. She bit her lip and looked at Thorn, who was now having trouble staying above water. She could feel another orgasm coming on, then her legs shook as she came, spilling out all over the floor.

“Becky! I’m sorry!” she screamed in despair.

“Fuck…” Mantis sighed, unable to do anything but try to delay another orgasm she felt coming on.

Hope growled and looked at Lord Viper. “You bastard! Once I get out of here, I’ll..ah...AH!!” She screamed as she orgasmed yet again.

Bombshell lowered her head, unable to say anything as defeat and Thorn’s pending death hung over them.

Then the building shook.

Everyone inside looked up moments before a massive chunk of the roof collapsed and crushed several Viper troops.

A dark red blur flew in and vanished into the smoke kicked up by the collapse. The heroines could hear Viper troops being destroyed, and one flew out of the smoke and smashed the water tank, freeing Thorn and spilling water all over the room.

“Wh...what is this?!” Lord Viper said, stepping back with fear in his voice.

A shapely woman with dark red hair in and black costume rose from the carnage and eyed everyone.

“What...the...fuck…?” Mantis said.

“It can’t be…” Iron Crane gasped.

Bombshell glared. “That’s fucking impossible…”

Thorn gagged on water and looked up. “Wha...how?”

“Is that…?” Hope asked.

“Scarlet?!” Blaze said.

Meta Woman looked at the Viper troops aiming guns at her and went on the attack. She moved in a blur and Viper robots began coming apart.

In the carnage, Thorn got up and began freeing the others. By the time everyone was free, the commotion died down and Meta Woman had Lord Viper by his throat. The others ran to her.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Bombshell demanded. “What are you doing here?!”

Meta Woman turned to them. “Saving your sorry asses.”

“S...Scarlet…” Blaze said, stepping forward. “Put him down, okay? Let’s talk. It’s been a while since any of us have seen you. Where have you been all this time? Let Sentinel take Lord Viper and arrest him, you can come with us.”

Meta Woman looked at Lord Viper, who gagged in her grip, and she smirked.

Iron Crane watched the woman closely, recognizing a familiar tension in her taut muscles. “She’s going to kill him…”

Meta Woman grabbed the top of Lord Viper’s head, crushed his helmet in her gloved palm, and pulled.

“No!” Hope screamed, running to stop her.

Lord Viper’s head came clean off and everyone gasped in shock and horror. Meta Woman dropped the body, and both head and torso spit sparks and revealed wiring.

“...He was a robot too?!” Thorn said.

Meta Woman simply dropped the head and flew away through the hole she made to get in.

*

Back at HQ, Delphi collapsed into a chair, staring in stunned silence at the TV.

“Ms. Carter…” Morgan said. “Are you okay?”

VIII

There was a tense air in the council chamber at Providence. The high Magus looked down at Thera, who had Aron in front of her and her arms around him. Mathias stood next to her, and Naomi and Xanthe stood back several feet.

“A harrowing tale…” Elder Sigor said. “But it does not discount the fact that Thera and Mathias left without permission to go on this dangerous quest.”

“Those fuckers kidnapped your people!” Naomi objected.

The Elders glared at her and Thera held up a hand to keep Naomi back.

“She speaks the truth, Elders,” Mathias said. “If we had waited, who knows what would have happened to our friends and children?”

“Be that as it may,” Elder Ulric said. “We have procedures for these sorts of things. It’s bad enough that you collaborated with that half-breed demon daughter of the Emperor of Ruin, but you have brought outsiders to our sanctuary!”

The Elders looked at Naomi and Xanthe.

“I can see why Nocturne peaced out instead of coming back here with us,” Naomi said before leaned in toward Xanthe. “Let’s just start punching these old fuckers, yeah?” She whispered. Xanthe nodded in agreement.

“We have very strict rules about outsiders,” Elder Sabine said.

“Elders,” Thera pleaded. “My friends were instrumental in helping us.”

“Thera is right,” Mathias said. “Savages though they may be, these women are heroes and we would not have been successful without them.”

“Give me five minutes alone, and I’ll show you a savage,” Naomi teased, wincing when Xanthe elbowed her in the ribs.

Mathias composed himself. “Elders, please...these were unusual circumstances.

The Elders all paused and convened.

“We have made our decision,” Elder Ulric said. “Thera, step forward. Alone.”

Thera’s heart sank in her chest and she did after letting Aron go. Mathias retrieved his son and Thera stood before the Elders.

“This was all your idea, and since you seem so intent on spending time with the untouched instead of your son, that will be your punishment.”

“W...what?” Thera asked.

“You are hereby exiled from Providence.”

“What the fuck?!” Naomi started to step forward but Xanthe grabbed her arm.

“Elders, please!” Mathias said.

“Mom!” Aron said tearfully.

Elder Sigor leaned forward. “You are an Aphrodite, Thera. We only tolerated you because of your considerable magical ability, but you constantly flirt with dangers that could threaten us here. No longer. Go, be among the kind you so clearly favor.”

Thera stood there, frozen. Aron broke away from his father and ran to her.

“The decision is made,” Elder Sabine said. “Say your goodbyes and be on your way. Take your guests with you. You are no longer welcome here.”

“You fucking cunts!” Naomi pulled away from Xanthe. “After everything she did for you!” Naomi felt strong arms around her waist. “Let me go, Xanthe!”

“Mom, what’s happening?!” Aron asked.

Thera fought back tears and wiped the tears from her son’s face. “I’m going away for a while, okay? I need you to be brave for me until I see you again.”

“B...but you’re coming back, right?!”

“Nothing could ever keep me from you. Nothing in this whole universe.” Thera forced a smile and hugged him close. “I love you son.”

“I love you mom.”

“That will be all,” Elder Ulric said. With a snap, a portal opened up.

Thera stood and walked toward it, not daring to look back at the Elders, Mathias, or Aron. She simply walked past Xanthe and Naomi.

“Let’s go…”

“But Thera!” Naomi said.

“Naomi...please…” she choked out the words.

Naomi paused, wanting to say something. She then hugged Thera tight before looking at the Elders. “I hope all three of you old fucks break a hip!” She said before walking through the portal.

Xanthe glared at the three for several long seconds before following them.

Mathias watched the portal close and clenched his hand into a fist. He took a deep breath and looked at the Elders, who were already starting to leave. He then took Aron’s hand as the boy wailed. “Let’s go, son…”

***

The portal opened in HQ and Thera, Naomi, and Xanthe walked out. Everyone else was gathered in the living room, staring at the TV. No one noticed them arrived. Xanthe turned back into Korina, who let out a big sigh.

“I’m confused…” the teen said. “Did we win or lose that one?”

“Those ancient FUCKS!” Naomi said, furious. “Thera, how do we go back and get your boy?”

Thera was walking away to the dorm rooms.

“Thera!” Naomi went after her.

“Please...I just want to be alone for now…” she said before walking away.

“Fuck…” Naomi sighed, frustrated. She then turned to Korina and put a hand on her shoulder. “You did good out there today, kid. We’ll get cleaned up and go get some wings.”

“Oooh, yay!” Korina beamed.

Naomi looked at everyone else. “What the hell are you all looking at? Is there a game on?”

They approached and looked at the TV. It was a news conference with a dark haired woman in glasses standing next to a tall woman in black and red with cape.

The text at the bottom said the woman in glasses’ name was Sloan Adams, and she was an R&D executive at Wade Industries. Next to her was someone the news was calling Meta Woman.

“...As you no doubt saw on the news,” Sloan said. “The heroines of this city have failed its people. They could not stop the threat of Viper, and our own heroine Meta Woman had to step in. That is our mission at Wade Industries, to protect Delta City and its people. No longer can they rely on these...vigilantes who are more concerned with being celebrities than protectors. That is why, good people of Delta City, I would like to formally introduce you all to Project Panopticon...”

Naomi looked on in confusion. “What the fuck did you bitches do?! And who the hell’s the chick in the cape?!”

Epilogue

Richard Lowe, the CEO of Wade Industries, stood in his office overlooking the skyline. Sloan and Orla were in his office, and the middle-aged CEO, tall, with short graying hair, turned and looked at the sisters.

“The project is advancing nicely. Now that we’ve begun tearing down the heroines’ image, we can move ahead full-bore. It’s a good thing I had those robots in storage,” he said. “I was so proud to see them in action again after all these years, even if I had to spend considerable sums to keep them off of Sentinel’s radar. I was tempted to get back out there myself. My old Lord Viper uniform still fits.”

Orla smiled.

“We’ll have this city under our thumb soon enough, ladies,” Lowe said. “With the help of your pet superhumans, we will bring all others under compliance, or they will be crushed both physically and under the weight of public opinion.”

The doors to his office then flew open and a tall young woman, curvy with long, dark hair and blue eyes stormed in, furious. Richard’s secretary tried to stop the girl.

“It’s fine, Emma,” Richard said to his secretary, who quietly nodded and bowed out, closing the doors. He looked at the young woman, who glared at him.

“Ms. Brenda Wade, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Brenda Wade took a deep breath. “Mr. Lowe...what is this Panopticon thing? Why wasn’t I told about it?”

“I’ll be frank, Brenda. Because you have no real power in this company. You know that. The board only maintained the name to honor your father and ensure continuity.”

“But this is…!”

Richard silenced her. “I will remind you that you cannot speak against the company publicly. Or you will lose your seat on the board and what little voting power you still hold. You will be destitute if that happens.”

Brenda paused and said nothing. She simply nodded and stormed back out.

Orla watched the shapely teen leave and licked her lips. “I’d like to put that naughty little girl over my knee.”

“You already get to keep one of the heroines as a personal plaything when this is done. Don’t be greedy,” Sloan said to her sister.

Richard laughed. “I’m expecting big things from you girls.”

*

Sloan and Orla left the CEO’s office and went back to their shared office. Once inside, Sloan turned on the giant screen while Orla locked the door. The shadowy image of the Silent Partner appeared.

“Excellent work today, ladies.”

“I’m a bit concerned,” Sloan said. “It went according to plan, but three of the heroines were missing.”

“Yes,” the Silent Partner said. “Thera, Superia, and the new one they’re calling Xanthe. They must have been away on another task. Xanthe’s absence is troubling, because we know very little about her, but Meta Woman will deal with her in time. Regardless, the project moves forward as planned. Lowe and his pitiful Viper army will need to be dealt with eventually. I have no use for a petty tyrant from a children’s cartoon. His time will come. Let it be known that Star Woman’s team has been put on notice. Their days are officially numbered.”

The End