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Superia #11: The Heist pt. 3

by Sigma

Previously, on Superia: In an attempt to expose Panopticon and try to connect them to Viper, Delphi has hired the thief Calico to steal data from Richard Lowe, the CEO of Wade Enterprises, who is secretly Lord Viper. She’s assigned Superia to accompany the thief as her backup. What will they find?

Interlude

Thera lay on the couch in Naomi’s apartment, watching a wrestling match on the TV when there was a knock at the door. She got up and walked over, opening it and expecting to find a deliveryman with her order of Thai food.

Instead, she found Korina on the other side, holding two plastic bags from a Thai food restaurant.

“Oh, Thera!” Korina said, just as surprised to see her as Thera was to see Korina.

“Korina. Do you work for the restaurant?” Thera blinked in confusion.

“What? No! I got here the same time as the delivery guy. Told him I lived here,” she said with a grin. “It’s how I always got free food when I was homeless.”

Thera just stared at her.

“Is Naomi around? I thought we could hang since I’ve got nothing to do.”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Thera said. “She’s on a mission.” Thera then stepped aside. “But, come in.”

Korina walked in and went into the living room. “Ooh, wrestling. Nice.” She set the food down. “Oh, wait, so you’re crashing here?”

Thera sat down and nodded. “I could stay at headquarters, but that place is so big...”

“Yeah, I got ya,” Korina plopped down next to her and began going through the bags. “You doing okay? You know...after the thing with your kid?”

Thera sighed and shook her head. “I can’t stop thinking about Aron. About how I might never see him again…” She clutched at the fabric of her robe and wiped her eyes. “I just...I feel adrift with all of this.” She shook her head. “Naomi tried to console me as best she could but...she basically just told me to tough it out and we’ll come to a solution eventually. I wish I was as resilient as her…” She sniffed. “I’m sorry, Korina. I don’t mean to…”

Korina touched her arm. “No, it’s cool, dude…” She paused. “Hang on, Xanthe thinks she can help with this.”

Thera watched as Korina changed forms, and found herself sitting next to Xanthe moments later. The towering, dark haired Aphrodite stretched her long limbs once she fully manifested and then looked to her side.

“Hello, Thera.”

Thera nodded and looked back at the floor.

Xanthe looked at the TV and turned it off. “That is not real wrestling…” she grumbled. She then looked at Thera and took her hand. “Thera, believe me when I say I personally know what you’re going through.”

“You do?”

Xanthe nodded. “I am over 3000 years old, Thera. Over the course of my life, I have given birth to 61 children. Most of them lived quiet, normal lives, but some walked our path, the path of the hero. And I saw some of them die…No time was ever easier than the time before it. To lose a child is the greatest pain anyone could ever know. It’s like a piece of your soul has been destroyed, hasn’t it?”

Thera nodded and Xanthe squeezed her hand.

“And even though your boy is still out there, the fact that you can’t hold him eats away at you.”

“I just want to tell him I love him again.”

“You will, friend,” Xanthe told her. “You have my word on that. In the meantime, the best you can do is remember the happy times you two shared. You may not be able to hold him for now, but he is here,” Xanthe said, putting a finger over Thera’s heart. “Keep that with you. Learn to cherish it. It will brighten these dark days of yours. I promise you.”

Thera smiled and wiped her eyes. She then leaned in and gave Xanthe a big hug. “Thank you.”

Xanthe simply smiled and pat her on the shoulder. “Any time you need a sympathetic ear, just contact the delinquent and I will bother her until she comes to see you.”

Thera laughed and nodded through teary eyes. “I will.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments before Thera spoke up again. “Xanthe?”

“Hmm?”

“Are any of your children still alive?”

“Yes, several. All over the world. The blood of Zeus runs through their veins as it does mine, which means they enjoy the same longevity. Though, my last child, a son, was born over 50 years ago. I make a point of periodically contacting all of my children.”

“That’s wonderful,” Thera said with a smile.

“We are leaving this world to them,” Xanthe said. “We owe it to them to do everything we can.”

Thera nodded and hugged her again. “Thank you for this. I do feel a little better now.”

Xanthe smiled and hugged her back while rubbing her shoulder. She then looked at the food on the table. “Now, what is this? It smells delicious.”

Thera grabbed one of the bags. “I have noodles, fried rice, seafood soup, pad Thai, Satay, and mango chicken.”

“You were going to eat all of this by yourself?” Xanthe said.

“….If I said I was going to save some for Naomi, would you believe me?”

Xanthe laughed and grabbed a container, opening it. She then looked up and laughed.

“What is it?”

“Korina is screaming at me to switch back. She’s always the one who gets to eat. It’s my turn now.”

Thera watched her and grabbed another container. “You have got to explain to me how this...arrangement…between you two works, because I cannot wrap my head around it.”

V

“Goddamn…” Superia whistled, looking at the hulking colossus that was Richard Lowe’s house, sitting alone on a dark and isolated road near the edge of the city.

“Yup,” Calico said, slipping her mask on and tightening it. “I bet all the decorations are terrible too. People like Lowe never have good taste.”

The two of them stood outside of a gate, roughly 15 feet tall, with iron bars, blocking the way to the darkened house beyond.

“All right,” Calico said. “I’ll get a rope and we can climb the gate...and then, HEY!” she shouted when Superia suddenly grabbed her and slung her over one shoulder. She kicked and protested and then squealed when Superia slapped her on her ass and it jiggled beneath her form-fitting outfit.

“Calm down!” Superia said.

“What the hell do you think you’re doooooooiiiiinnnng?!” she screamed as Superia launched her up and over the gate. Calico landed on her feet on the other side and glared through the gate. “You’re a dick!” she fumed, rubbing her stinging ass.

Superia grinned and blew her a kiss before stepping back. She then ran at the gate, leapt, and cleared it with several feet to spare, landing in a crouch next to Calico.

Calico folded her arms. “Big fucking deal, I could’ve done that if I wanted.”

“Yeah, sure, let’s go,” Superia said, walking off before Calico grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Hold on!” she said in a whisper. She crouched low and watched the yard closely. She went into the utility belt on her slim waist and took out a quarter. She flicked it through the air, and there was the burst of laser fire as the coin vaporized in mid-air.

“Jesus!” Superia said.

Calico took out another quarter and flicked it in the air, looking left. When the coin went into the air, another laser shot out of a nearby hedge and destroyed it. “One moment, please,” the thief said. She sauntered over to the hedge while taking an object that looked like a smartphone out of her belt. She then ducked behind the hedge and reappeared moments later. “Okay, I was able to use that turret’s connection to the network and shut down the whole security system. I ran a dummy program, so Lowe will think it’s still going if he has remote access.”

“I have no idea what the hell you just said…” Superia said.

“Just...go to the door,” Calico said, pointing to front door of the house.

“And get my ass shot by a laser?!”

“I just took it offline, stupid!” Calico groaned. She shoved Superia. “Just walk!”

“This better work…” Superia grumbled, before taking careful measured steps across the lawn. The night was dead silent and she made it halfway across before she felt a sharp bite in her exposed midriff. “Oh fuck!” she screamed. She turned to see Calico behind her, with her claws gently dug into her skin and a grin on her face. “….You goddamn prick.”

Calico slapped her on her toned ass. “I told you, it’s fine. I know what I’m doing. Come on.”

Superia grumbled and kept going. She then felt something sting her and jolted. She turned to Calico and growled. “Stop fucking around!”

Calico looked at her, genuinely confused. “I didn’t do anything…”

Superia looked down and saw a thin needle, about 4 inches long, stuck in her ass. She pulled it out and suddenly the world began to spin. “...Oh shit…” she said before her legs gave out and she hit the ground, unconscious.

“Oh shit!” Calico repeated, looking around. Just then, something stung her in the neck and she suddenly felt dizzy. She staggered back and tripped over the unconscious Superia, falling right on top of her. Before she passed out, she saw a mechanical, spider-like shape descending from the home’s rooftop and crawling toward them. The front door to the house opened and a slight figure in a bathrobe approached the pair before everything went dark.

*

“Wakey wakey…”

Superia opened her eyes and saw a youthful, pimply face staring back at her. The boy couldn’t have been any older than 18 or so, and big, thick rimmed glasses took up most of his pimply face. He grinned at her.

“What the fuck?!” Superia tried to jump up, only to realize she was being held down by steel bands on a table. She was in a windowless room that looked to be a basement, and the space had computer terminals all over, along with half-built robots on charging cradles. The walls were adorned with posters, mostly from sci fi TV series and Japanese anime. “What the hell is this?!”

“This,” the youth said with a nasally cackle “is you being my prisoner. There’s no escape thanks to this,” he said, flicking the collar on Superia’s neck.

“Asshole!” she growled. “You’re just a kid!”

“I’m 18, thank you very much,” the boy said. “And you and your friend are my first two victims. I always wanted my own pet superheroines.”

Superia looked to her side and saw Calico suspended from the ceiling by her arms. She had a defeated look on her face as she hung useless.

“I can’t believe you bimbos walked right into my trap. You really are as dumb as I thought!”

“Who the hell are you?” Calico asked. “Are you Richard Lowe’s kid?”

The boy grinned and nodded. “You don’t need to worry about my name, though. You’ll be calling me master.”

“Like hell I will,” Superia protested.

The scrawny teen climbed on the table and straddled her waist, laughing as the powerful, bound heroine tried to buck him off. He reached down and ripped off Superia’s costume top, exposing her healthy, perky tits, and he palmed them both, the meaty curves almost too much to handle. Superia screamed and cursed when she saw the rock-hard boner in his pants.

“Get the fuck off me, you little Geek!”

“Don’t call me that!” he hissed. He slapped her in the face, and all it did was piss her off. He then slid down her body, pulling off her spandex shorts and the thong underneath. Superia growled and struggled in vain against the bonds. As she did, the Geek got off the table and went to a computer. He grabbed a remote and pressed a button, and the bonds on Superia’s ankles moved apart on tracks, spreading her legs.

“Hey!” she protested, knowing what was next.

From somewhere on the ceiling, the spider robot descended and walked up next to the Geek. He smiled and pet the machine on its broad, flat head. “You were brought down by a mere robot, you dumb musclehead. You don’t get to make demands.”

She growled at him as he approached her, running his thin, clammy hands along the powerful muscles of her thighs, the hard muscles of her abs, and the lean muscles of her arms.

“All that power, for nothing,” Geek grinned. “Jocks like you need to know your place.”

“Did you build all of this?” Calico asked.

“Why yes I did,” Geek said proudly. “I used to be sick a lot as a kid, so I had to stay inside, but dad taught me everything he knew about science and robotics.”

“Honestly, this is all impressive,” Calico said. “I’m guessing your robot is on an independent network, which is why I didn’t shut it down?”

“That’s right!” Geek grabbed the tool that Calico had. “Where did you get this?”

“My own design,” she said proudly.

“No way!” Geek gasped. “This thing is so cool!”

“Hey!” Superia said. “Both you nerds shut up!”

Geek turned to her and growled. He then snapped his fingers and the spider robot snapped to attention. He then pointed at Superia. The spiderbot trotted over and leapt onto the table, straddling her.

“What are you…?” Superia said before seeing a long phallus emerge from the machine’s body. “No! Fuck!” And there was nothing she could do to stop the robot from mounting her and inserting the device in her vulnerable, spread pussy. The machine let out a mechanical whine and its eight eyes flared bright green while it continued to pump the captive heroine where she lay helpless.

Her body bucked against the table. She looked the robot in its eyes and cursed at it while it fucked her where she lay. The robot coiled its thin, metallic legs around her waist, pulling her against it, and Superia’s naked tits jiggled with the motion, her nipples rock hard.

Geek watched with a satisfied look on his face, and he licked his lips as his rock-hard cock rose in his pants. He reached down and began stroking himself, at a slow, deliberate pace. “That’s right, super-bimbo. My robot’s gonna make you nice and tender, then I’m gonna seed you myself.”

Superia breathed heavily, sweating matting her brow as she looked in his direction and growled. “You put that scrawny little cock anywhere near me and I’ll fucking castrate you!” she promised.

Geek only grinned and walked over while still stroking himself. As the robot continued fucking the heroine, he dropping his pants, revealing a fully stiff cock, and climbed onto the table. The robot pulled back slightly, giving Geek some room, and he sat just below Superia’s shoulders with the bulbous head of his shaft inches from her face.

“Get the fucking thing away from me!” Superia shouted.

Geek laughed and smacked her in the face with his cock before grabbing her jaw and forcing it into her mouth. She gagged and choked and he thrust his narrow hips, moving his member in and out of the warmth of her mouth. “O...oh fuck! That’s what this feel like?!” he breathed heavily. “This is so much better than a fleshlight!”

“...What the hell am I watching…?” Calico asked herself, unsure what to make of the display. She looked up at the metal bonds around her wrist. Geek hadn’t fitted her with a suppression collar, but Calico only had the strength of a normal woman her size, so it wasn’t like that mattered. She went back to watching Geek ride Superia’s face while the robot continued fucking her and she found herself biting her lip, her nipples hard in the spandex of her costume. “She does have a killer body…” Calico said to herself before shaking her head. “No, gotta get out of this, Jenny.”

She saw her device tucked into the back of Geek’s pocket where he pants were on the floor and got an idea. “Hey, Geek.”

“Yeah?” He asked, breathing heavily without looking at her. He pulled Superia’s hair as she glared at him, and he cackled and smacked her in the face.

“I wanna show you something cool with my device there,” Calico told him.

He looked back at her and nodded. After a few more strokes, he stiffened up and groaned loudly. Naomi’s eyes went white hot as her cheeks puffed up with Geek’s seed. Geek breathed deep, and pulled out. His cum drizzled the heroine’s lips and chins, and he gave her a gentle pat on the cheek before climbing down.

All Superia could do was spit his seed out onto the floor. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Geek ignored her and sauntered over to Calico, his flaccid cock still dripping, after he put his pants back on. He took the device out and Calico looked down.

“Okay, so, access that menu there…” she instructed. “Yeah, that one. Now, see that icon that looks like black box? Open that.”

“This is a nice interface…” Geek said.

“Yeah, I’m proud of it,” Calico grinned. “Okay, run this command…” she told him before rattling off the code.

Geek did just that and then pressed enter on the keyboard. There was a surge and a crack, and a torrent of electricity ran through Geek’s body, causing him to stiffen up and fall to the floor in a paralyzed heap.

Calico smiled wide and then brought her feet up so they were over her head. A small, thin piece of metal dropped from her boot and into her hand, and she began working the locks on her bonds. She was free within seconds and landed lightly on her feet. She picked up her tool, pat Geek on the face and then skipped over to Superia.

“Heeey buddy! How ya holdin’ up?”

By this point, Superia’s thighs quivered and the table was slick with her juices, but the spider robot kept fucking her. “Get this fucking thing off of me!”

“Say please,” Calico said, pressing her finger to Superia’s nose.

Superia narrowed her eyes. “Calico.”

“Uh huh?”

“Get me out of this, or I swear to God I’m gonna find out how many ways there actually are to skin a cat.”

Calico swallowed a lump in her throat. She then took her tool back out, activated the stun program and shorted the robot. It shut down with its metal cock still buried inside Superia until Calico pushed it off of her and it hit the floor with a crash. Calico then picked the locks on the bonds and Superia got off the table and loomed over Calico with a heated glare. She didn’t stop glaring at the thief as she got dressed.

“What uh...do we do with him?” Calico asked, pointing to the unconscious Geek.

Superia looked around the lab and noticed some lockers before a grin crossed her face.

*

“Huh...wha…” Geek jolted awake after Superia smacked him.

“Wakey, wakey, dipshit.”

Geek found himself stuffed inside one of the lockers in his labs. “Hey! What are you…?” He couldn’t finish before the door slammed shut. He pounded on the door as Superia jammed a piece of metal in the latch and bent it. She then grabbed the top of the locker and brought it down, face first, with a loud crash.

“Hey!” Geek screamed. “HEY! I’M CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!!”

Calico looked at Superia. “Maybe we should…”

“You wanna go in one too?” Superia threatened.

“No, ma’am…” Calico said quickly. Superia walked off and Calico watched her. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a bully?!” She then followed her, Geek’s cries for help at her back.

“My dad’s gonna hear about this!” he sobbed.

VI

Superia and Calico stood in the spacious entry hall of Richard Lowe’s home, greeted by a large staircase that led to the second of two stories. Down one side of the stairs looked to be the living room and the other looked to lead to the kitchen. Superia looked around idly while Calico looked at the device in her hand. Superia looked over her shoulder and noticed what looked like maps.

“What is that?”

“Tool of the trade. Having access to any blueprint I want is one of my best tools,” she said. “We need to find Lowe’s home office.” She then zoomed in a room on the map. “Here.”

The two of them climbed the large staircase and went left at the top, following the darkened hallway until they reached a home office with a large oak desk in front of a massive window. Calico slid into the chair and turned the computer on and began her work.

While she did that, Superia looked around the office and saw photos hanging on the walls. The photos showed Richard Lowe as a happy family man, with a wife and son, the boy she and Calico had just encountered.

“What if Lowe’s not some evil mastermind?” Superia said. “What if he’s like, a serial killer, or something?”

“What?” Calico said.

“I’m just sayin’. A guy like this, with a little psycho dweeb like that for a kid?”

Calico rolled her eyes. “You watch too much TV.”

Superia walked over to the desk and planted her shapely rump on its polished surface. She then spun around, crossing one muscular thigh over the other and smirked when she noticed Calico stealing a glance. “So what’s your deal, Pussycat? Del told me we have auxiliary members of the team, people who aren’t regular members, but we can call them if we need them to help out. Apparently, that annoying dork Diabla is one.”

“Yeah, that’s not me,” Calico said, typing away and exploring the computers file system. “I’m a solo act.”

“So how’d you get involved with Del then?”

Calico sighed. “A while back, I learned about a score in Tokyotown, an antique sword. I snuck into the apartment of the lady who owned it, and it was right there on the wall, out in the open.”

Naomi grinned. “Asa caught your ass, didn’t she?”

“I never even heard her coming, and I’m a professional thief!” Calico huffed. “Anyway, she kicked my ass up and down that apartment. I seriously thought I was gonna die. But she let me go, and I limped off into the night. Like two days later, I’m at home with my daughter and Anisa shows up at my door with Bombshell. She tells me I’m going to work for her on the occasions she needs it if I don’t want her exposing my whole operation to the cops and people I’ve ripped off in the past.”

Superia laughed and Calico glared at her.

“Anyway,” Calico continued. “It’s not so bad. She throws interesting jobs my way every once in a while. Good enough to keep our bellies full.”

“How old’s your kid?” Superia asked.

Calico looked at her and smiled. “She’s four. Her name’s Bailey.”

“Heh, cute. Where is she now?”

“In Arizona, with my parents. I took her there after our house got smashed when that giant monster attacked the city,” Calico explained. As she did, she took a thumb drive from her utility belt and plugged it into the computer. “It’s a damn good thing we weren’t home when it happened. The money Anisa is paying me for this will be enough to buy a new place. Hopefully away from any more potential monster attacks.”

“You’re bringing her back here? Why not stay in Arizona?”

“Because the land of heat stroke and old people is no place for a four-year-old,” Calico told her. “Plus, a lot of the good work is here.”

“Fair enough,” Superia said. “Now...I gotta ask. Why the fuck do you dress like a cat?”

“Because I like cats,” she fired back. “Why do you dress like a pro wrestler who moonlights as a stripper?”

Superia narrowed her eyes at Calico, who simply grinned at her. She then turned to the computer when the file transfer completed. She then brought up a chat program on the computer and Superia turns and watches.

“Calico, Superia,” Delphi’s voice came in. “How are things going?”

“They’re going,” Calico said. “We’re at Lowe’s house in his office. I’m sending you the contents of his computer now.”

“Okay, yes, I’m getting them. One moment.”

They sat there in silence, waiting for Delphi. As Calico stared at the screen, Superia looked her over, at the low-cut, form-fitting costume that hugged her lean, athletic body. She could see Calico’s erect nipples pressing against the fabric and she felt a twitch in her nethers at the sudden thought of running her hand down the exposed skin of Calico’s cleavage before unzipping the costume to unleash what she imagined were a pair of perky, healthy tits.

Calico, for her part, was glancing out the side of her eye at Superia, in silent awe at the powerful musculature of her thighs, at the rock hard, statue-like perfection of her exposed abs, and at the full, fleshy breasts barely contained by her costume top. She knew Superia was much, much more physically powerful than her and several thoughts ran through her head about what it’d feel like to be tossed around by her. She shifted, switching the position of her crossed legs, as she felt herself growing wet at the thought of being helplessly smothered by Superia’s thighs.

She suddenly felt warm, and she shifted in her chair and tried to focus on staring at the computer screen and waiting for Delphi, but the thoughts wouldn’t stop. Calico found herself wondering what kind of lover Superia was. Was she rough? Calico bet she was rough. She rubbed her neck, wondering if Superia choked, because she liked being choked. Bailey’s father, son of a bitch though he was, had strong hands. But she bet that was nothing compared to being in the grip of someone with super strength. Suddenly, her throat was dry, and she fidgeted in her seat and glanced at Superia’s hand, resting on her bare thigh.

“Hey,” Calico said. “How strong are you?”

“What?” Superia.

“How much can you lift?”

“I can overhead press about 3 tons with little trouble.”

“Can you leave handprints in, like, a car fender?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Fuuuuck…” Calico whispered to herself. She suddenly wondered how much time they had left before Delphi said something. Lowe’s bedroom was right across the hall and…

“Dammit…” Delphi suddenly cut in.

“What’s up?” Superia asked while Calico breathed deep, beads of sweat beginning to form on her brow and chest.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything sensitive in this data. Lowe must not keep that sort of thing at home,” Delphi said.

“Shit,” Superia said. “So now what?”

“We need to go to his office in Wade Tower,” Calico said.

“Exactly,” Delphi said.

“Cool, let’s roll,” Superia said, slapping Calico on the back before getting up. She jerked forward and bit her lip at the sharp bite of pain. She then got up.

“Wait, before we go,” Calico said. “I have something I wanna do…”

***

About fifteen minutes later, Superia was standing in the entryway with a rolling suitcase. Calico came prancing down the stairs with a duffle bag over her shoulder and dropped it. The open zipper revealed piles of jewelry and gems and a few antiques.

“Nice,” Superia said.

“What’d you take?” Calico asked.

Superia opened the suitcase to reveal a variety of neatly arranged sex toys. Vibrators, gags, restraints, dildos, a leather mask, a collar with a hook for a chain, flogs, paddles, and many others. “There’s like half a Whacky Willie store in here. It must belong to the missus. Gonna try these out on Thera.” She then cackled and went out the door.

Calico watched her go, fixated on the toned ass in tight shorts that barely covered her. “I wonder if they’d let me watch…” She said before following.

VII

“All right,” Superia said from the driver’s seat of the car. “How are we gonna do this?”

Calico sat in the passenger seat, looking at her phone. She glanced up at the space in front of them. They were somewhere in the rear of Wade Tower. “We’re gonna go in through the loading dock.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah,” Calico said. She saw the look on Superia’s face. “I’ve ripped this place off before. I know exactly how to get to the floor where Lowe’s office is. Come on.” She then got out. Superia shrugged and followed her. They walked up to a steel door and Calico checked the knob. It was locked. She took a lockpick from her belt and had it open within moments, allowing the two of them into a spacious loading dock that was dead silent at this hour.

Calico led the way as their footsteps echoed through the cavernous space. She held her hand up for Superia to keep quiet while she listened closely and Superia stayed close as Calico peered around corners and moved quickly.

They didn’t encounter a single person, all the way up to the employee locker room that was unlocked and empty when the two of them arrived. Calico closed the door and then checked to make sure they were alone.

“Well that was easy,” Superia said.

“Because most of the building’s security people work from the lobby floor and up,” Calico said before going through the lockers. She found one with a baggy, dark gray pair of coveralls. She checked the other lockers and it took her a moment before she found another set. She grabbed that one and threw it to Naomi. “Suit up,” she said before taking her mask off and shaking her long, brown hair out. She then tied it into a simple ponytail while Naomi slipped into the coveralls and zipped them up.

“Fuck, this thing is warm,” Superia said before unzipping down to her navel.

Calico looked at her. “Take your top off.”

Superia looked down and saw her silver sports-bra like top. “What? Why?”

“For some fucking reason, only Veronica and Asa have enough sense to wear a mask. I mean, Lea, I get it...how many big-ass Samoan women are there in this city? And in Becky’s case, it’s not like Delta City is swimming in four-foot tall plant ladies.

Superia laughed “Hahaha! She is really short!”

Calico laughed to herself. “One time, she was on TV and Bailey pointed and asked ‘Mommy, is that a goblin?’. And I felt so fucking bad for laughing. Anyway, We want to avoid people remembering your face because you’re a minor celebrity. Leave the zipper where it is and put those things on display.”

Superia then shrugged and slipped her arms out of the coveralls so it hung around her slender waist. Calico watched Superia take the top off and her magnificent, meaty, perky tits spilled out freely. Superia then zipped back up, but left plenty of cleavage on display. She then stuffed her costume top into one of the cargo pockets.

Calico spun away and bit her lip, her nipples hard against her costume top while she closed her overalls.

“We coming out this way once we have the package?” Superia asked.

“Yeah,” Calico said. “Unless we need to make a hasty exit. In which case, we’ll run to the roof. I have my zipline gun.”

“Cool. Let’s get this done, then.” Superia then walked to the door and opened it, peering into the hall. Calico stared at her tone ass, pressing against the baggy rear of the coveralls like it was skintight, until Superia disappeared into the hallway.

***

Except for a lone cleaning lady who was listening to music on some headphones, Superia and Calico didn’t encounter anyone on their way to the C-suite floor. The half-lit, spacious offices looked out into the Delta City night skyline and were completely silent except for the subtle hum of the AC system.

Superia kept her head on a swivel, making a note of the security cameras on the way through the floor. They passed offices with names on the doors, names Superia didn’t recognize, until the reached Richard Lowe’s office.

The inside was unremarkable, with a large desk, a desktop computer, and two chairs with their back to the door. There were two couches off to the side, with a coffee table between them, but little else of note.

“Damn,” Superia said. “You’d think he’d have more in here. This doesn’t look like the big man’s office.”

“Yeah…” Calico said. “He doesn’t have any art, or any family photos…Weird.” She then slipped behind the desk and turned the computer on. Superia got behind her and loomed over her shoulder as she looked under the desk.

“What are you doing?”

“The desks on this floor have a switch underneath them. It’s a silent alarm for building security. I’m just seeing where it is so I don’t accidentally trigger it,” Calico explained before sitting back up. Moments later, the computer came to life. Once she got into the system, she hooked up the drive and began transferring its contents while exploring the system itself. “There’s a lot here. This is gonna take a while.” She then caught a flash of movement, quick and sudden, at the door. She froze and stared at the space that led out into the floor.

“Hey,” She whispered to Superia. “Someone’s here…”

“What do you mean?”

Calico nodded to the door. “They just ran past the doorway…I think we were followed.”

Superia nodded and pat her on the shoulder. “I’ll go check it out. Stay here.” She then leapt over the desk and moved toward the door.

“Be careful,” Calico told her.

Superia crept toward the door, keeping her eyes and ears open as she got closer. She then peered through the doorway and only had time to brace before a red-clad fist caught her hard in the side of the face. “Ah! Shit!” Superia yelled, stumbling into the hallway. She moved away to put some space between her and the attacker.

“Oh shit!” Calico said, jumping up. She looked down at the computer before moving toward the door. “Superia?!”

“You stay there!” Superia said, marching past the doorway. “I’ve got this.”

Calico stared at the empty doorway.

“Oh shit! It’s you!” a girl’s voice said. She sounded young.

“Yeah, me, the bitch who’s gonna kick your ass!” Superia said. “What the fuck are you wearing?!”

“Let’s not do anything hasty!” the other girl said.

“You fucking sucker punched me! I’m about to shove my foot up your lily-white ass!”

“Wait, wait, wait!”

Calico jumped when she heard shouts and punches landing. A body then flew across the threshold and landed with a hard thud. Calico blinked at the sight. “...Was she wearing an American flag costume…?”

Superia stomped past the doorway and slammed it shut.

*

The girl was tall, with dark hair and icy blue eyes. Her supple, curvy body, was barely contained by the skimpy American flag bikini she wore, with matching mask, boots, and gloves. Her face, normally a healthy, white complexion, was several shades rare as Superia’s hands tightened around her neck, while she straddled the girl’s waist.

“Stop!” the girl gagged, grabbed Superia’s wrists.

“You tried to ambush me! You’re one of these Panopticon assholes, aren’t you?!”

“No!” the girl said, before gasping as Superia nailed her in the face with a punch. One more blow landed and her eyes rolled in her head. She then gritted her teeth and thrust her thumbs into Superia’s eyes.

“Ah! Fuck!” Superia said, letting go. The younger heroine then got up and headbutt Superia, knocking her back. Superia staggered, holding her face and then glared at the girl, who was about to charge at her. She held out her hand to stop her. “What do they call you, kid?”

The girl in the star spangled bikini paused. “Oh, I don’t have a name. I was thinking...Lady Liberty, or Glory, or Flag Girl, maybe Patriotica? What do you think?”

“I’m just asking so they know what to put on your fucking tombstone!” Superia said before charging. She tackled the busty young heroine, who shouted as the two of them crashed through the wall of another office.

Laying there, on the ground, pinned down by the stronger, more experienced Superia, all the young woman could do was shield her face from the relentless rain of blows that came at her face and chest.

“Move your fucking hands!” Superia said, smacking the girl’s arms away. She then grabbed a fistful of the girl’s jet black hair and punched her hard in the face. The girl’s baby blue eyes rolled back in her head as it lolled to the side and she groaned, dazed.

Superia then sat up straight, her tits heaving as she breathed, beads of sweat on her forehead while she put her hands on her hips. “Fucking sucker punch me!” she said, smacking the girl in the face and making her whimper. She then got up and rolled the girl over with her foot. “Get up.”

“Ugh…” the girl groaned.

“Don’t give me that. I wanna know what the hell you people are doing,” Superia demanded.

The girl looked at the desk in front of her and then back at Superia. She began crawling toward the desk.

Superia walked behind her and knelt down, smacking her hard on her meaty, white ass. “Hey! I’m talking to you! Panopticon. What’s your endgame?”

“I’m not…”

“Don’t lie to me!” Superia said, kicking her in the ribs.

The girl rolled over, tears welling in her eyes from the pain. She mustered her strength and inched toward the desk before pulling herself up. She held up a hand as Superia approached her and turned to face her. “I give up. You win!”

“No, no. Not that easy, sister,” Superia told her.

The girl looked at her fearfully and thought about the panic switch under the desk.

“You don’t wanna talk?” Superia asked. “Fine, I’m gonna find out who’s under that stupid mask at least.” She then lunged at the girl and grabbed her face.

“No! Stop!” the girl cried, punching Superia and trying to push her away. In desperation, she fondled the surface of the desk until she felt something heavy in her gloved hand and gripped it tight. She then brought the object, an office phone, up, and hit Superia in the side of the head hard enough that the phone shattered.

“AH! FUCK!” Superia screamed, spinning away and holding her head.

Without a second thought, the girl rolled over the desk, fell to the floor on the other side and reached underneath.

*

Calico watched the file transfer on the computer screen and then saw an alert pop up. It said there was a security emergency on the executive suite floor and all available security was to report there.

“...Oh shit…”

The transfer was only about 75% complete.

*

“You little twat!” Superia shouted, watching as the girl in the star-spangled bikini darted past her and out of the office. She went after her, chasing her into the hallway.

“Superia!” Calico shouted.

Superia turned and saw Calico sticking her head out of the office.

“We’ve got company coming!”

“What?!”

“The security alert was triggered. Every guard in the building is going to be coming here!”

“Shit!” Superia said. She turned and saw the girl turn down the hall and started to go after.

“Leave her! We need to hold them off until the transfer is done!” Calico told her.

Superia growled and ran back to the office Calico was in.

***

In the sub-basement of Wade Tower, Riot went through the cabinets in the lounge area she shared with the other Panopticon agents. She opened door after door, unable to find what she was looking for.

“Ugh...what the fuck…?”

The sound of gunshots rang out and she looked over her shoulder, seeing Lagoon sitting on the couch, watching a gangster movie on the massive TV. Slate sat next to him, seemingly in his own meditative world, as he often was. Brute was in a separate chair, one strong enough to support her powerful frame, and Mach 5 sat in her lap as the two of them snuggled and giggled.

“Hey,” Riot said. “Fish-boy!”

Lagoon didn’t respond.

Riot picked up a fork from the counter and lobbed it, hitting the fishman in the back of his scaly head.

“Ow!” he said before turning his bulbous eyes on her. “What was that for?!”

“Did you eat all those little sandwich cookies that were in here?”

“Weren’t those to be shared?”

“It doesn’t fucking matter if you ate them all, dingbat!” she said. “Ugh! Christ!”

“Sorry. Geez.”

“I’m so sick of this shit,” Riot said.

“Lighten up, babe,” Brute said to her. “They’re just cookies.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You need to get laid,” Brute said. “Fish-food. Go take Riot somewhere and fuck her,” she told Lagoon.

Lagoon looked from Brute to Riot. “D...do you want to?”

“Fuck no!” Riot said.

All five of the superhumans then looked up when they heard an alarm blaring.

“What the hell is that?” Lagoon said. “Fire drill?”

“It’s the building wide security alert,” Slate said, eyes closed and arms folded across his broad chest. “There is a security incident somewhere in the building.”

“Eh, not our problem,” Mach 5 said.

*

Security guards lay on the floor, bruised and beaten, and Superia broke a chair over another hapless guard’s head, adding him to the pile.

“How much longer?!” Superia asked over her shoulder.

“It’s at 85%!” Calico announced, having slipped her mask back on before the guards arrived.

Superia turned to her. “Make it go faster!” Without looking, she caught a guard’s fist when he tried to punch her. She then snapped his wrist and sent him flying with a kick.

“It’s not a car, dummy!” Calico said. “Three.”

Superia turned and saw three guards charging at once. She picked up a body and hurled it, knocking them all down like bowling pins. “Call me dummy again, and you’re going out that window. Think you’ll land on your feet this high up?”

Calico stuck her tongue out at Superia.

“I’m assuming we need to go with the roof escape?” Superia said.

“Yup,” Calico said. She looked up from the screen and nodded.

Superia turned to see a crew of guards huddled in the doorway, staring at their downed comrades in astonishment. She then charged at them. “Come here!” she said as they turned and fled.

*

The gangster movie continued playing, with a man in a pinstripe suit mowing down a wedding party in bloody fashion. Riot sat next to Lagoon with a bag of popcorn and watched.

“This is actually a pretty fucking good movie…” Riot said.

“Uh huh,” Lagoon nodded while taking some popcorn.

Everyone then turned at the sound of clicking heels. Sloan Adams walked into the lounge with an annoyed look on her face and stood between the superhumans and the television with her arms folded across her chest. She tapped her foot and looked at them all.

“I know you all hear that alert…”

“Move,” Riot said. “We’re watching this.”

Sloan narrowed her eyes and pressed a finger against the silver bracelet she wore.

“Ah fuck…” Riot said moments before the blinding painful shock discharged from the device buried in the base of her skull. She fell from the couch, screaming in agony even after Sloan let up and walked over to her.

Riot breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she looked at Sloan’s heeled shoe.

“Get up, Riot,” Sloan said sternly, commanding everyone else’s attention.

Riot looked up at her and then grunted when Sloan kicked her in the face. She fell to her back and gagged when Sloan stepped on her neck, making sure her spiked heel embedded.

“You are nothing but a dog,” Sloan said. “You will do as I say, when I say it. I say sit, you sit. I say attack, you attack. Speak to me in that matter again, and I will muzzle you. I will teach you this lesson as many times as I must but the punishment will be more severe each time. Is that clear?”

Riot gritted her teeth as tears welled in her eyes, crying out as Sloan twisted her foot, digging her heel into Riot’s neck.

“Y...yes!” Riot finally said.

“Good,” Sloan said, lifting her foot. “The Maidens seem to have made a move against us. There are two intruders. One of them is Superia. Bring her and the other one to me and my sister.”

Sloan stepped back and Riot rolled to her knees, holding her neck as she slowly got up. Sloan folded her arms again, smirking when she saw Riot glance at her bracelet and fight back her urge to do whatever it was she was about to do. Riot then began limping away and Sloan watched her.

“Slate, Lagoon. Go with her.”

“You got it, boss,” Lagoon said. “Let’s go, big guy.” He and Slate got up and followed Riot.

Once they were gone, Sloan sighed and turned around to Brute and Mach 5, who had gone back to making out. “You two.”

The speedster and the big woman snapped to attention.

“Do that in private. No one wants to see that,” she said before leaving.

***

The door to the roof flew off its hinges when Superia rammed it with her shoulder. She and Calico ran across the roof toward the edge, with Calico looking in her bag. The drive from the computer was stashed safely inside a small pocket and the thief began taking out her zipline gun as they approached the edge. Calico prepared to fire once she was close enough but she yelled when Superia grabbed her by her collar and pulled her back.

“Ah!” Calico said, nearly falling over just before a shadow flew over her and cut off her path.

Slate landed in front of her and turned his skin to rock as she took a fighting stance.

“...Shit…” Superia said.

“What’s up, cunt-bag?”

Superia turned around to see Riot and Lagoon, with Riot walking toward her while swinging her baseball bat.

“Ya miss me?”

“Of course you’re fucking here,” Superia said. “What the fuck is that thing?!” She asked, pointing at Lagoon. “Wait...you’re that fishman I saw!”

Lagoon grinned a wide grin of razor teeth. “Good to see ya, again, Jugs.”

“Come quietly, Ms. Grant,” Slate said. “This does not need to be difficult.”

“Heh, difficult is my middle name, buddy,” Superia told him while cracking her knuckles. She then leaned into Calico. “I’m gonna hold these assholes off. Use the distraction to get out of here.”

“What?”

“You fucking heard me! Get that drive to Del!”

“I can’t leave you here!”

“I’ll be fine. Don’t argue!” Superia told her. “All right, you dicks. Who’s first?”

“Who’s the cat girl?” Lagoon asked.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?!” Riot asked. “Let’s just get their asses. We’ll worry about that later.”

“Sure.”

“You and Slate get the cat girl. That big-titted bitch is mine,” Riot said.

Slate, having heard everything, struck first, throwing a punch at Calico. She quickly and nimbly dodged out of the way and his stone fist cracked the ground. Slate moved to follow up only for Superia to grab the back of his pants and throw him back, in the direction of Riot and Lagoon so all three were in front of her.

“Go!” she yelled at Calico before charging at the three superhumans.

Calico ran for the edge of the roof at the same time, but looked back. She saw Slate try to move past Superia, only for the heroine to tackle him from behind and bring him down. She watched Superia scream as Lagoon clawed her across the back with his talons and Riot wrap her bat around Superia’s neck to try and pry her off, but Superia refused to let Slate go.

“Calico!” Superia gagged with the bat around her neck. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Calico stared helplessly before turning and running to the edge of the roof. She spied her target building immediately and took out her zipline gun before diving off the edge of the roof. She held the device up as she plummeted, and the grapples shot out both ends, embedding into the surfaces of Wade Tower and another nearby building before the line connecting them went taut and she zipped across the safety. Calico landed on the other roof in a roll before retracting the line behind her. She then turned and looked back and saw Superia was on her feet, barely dodging claws, fists, and a baseball bat as she tried to fend off her three opponents.

She could only watch as Slate hit Superia with a punch, followed by a powerful kick. Lagoon then slashed her twice and Riot put her to the ground with a blow from her bat.

“No,” Calico whispered, her lip quivering. “Shit...shit, shit, shit!” She moved to help her before accepting there was nothing she could do. She turned away, tearfully, and ran to leave the rooftop.

*

Superia crawled across the rooftop, every muscle of her body bruised and burning with agony. Calico was gone, and she was there, alone, with the enemy. Out of exhaustion, she collapsed on the ground as three shadows loomed over her. When a foot forced Superia to roll over. She looked at Riot and smirked.

“What’s funny?” Riot asked.

“You, asshole.”

Riot glared at her.

“You’re so fucking weak you needed backup to take me down,” Superia laughed. “Stupid fucking cunt. Once I get my second wind, I’m gonna cave your fucking head in.”

“Keep dreaming,” Riot said.

Superia laughed. “By the way, I’m taking real good care of your bike.”

Riot screamed and hit Superia in the face with the bat. Superia groaned, but laughed, and the sound sent Riot over the edge. She rained more blows on Superia, bruising and bloodying her face with each strike as Slate and Lagoon stepped back and watched her. After a few moments, Superia’s laughing stopped and she lay still.

“Dude…” Lagoon said. “Sloan wants her alive. Do something before Riot kills this bitch.”

Slate grunted and approached Riot, grabbing the bat when she raised it. Riot glared back at him.

“That’s enough,” he said to Riot.

She narrowed her eyes and ripped the bat free. She then spit on the unconscious Superia, kicked her in the ribs, and stormed back inside.

Lagoon walked over and looked down, seeing the bruises Riot left. “Yeesh.”

Slate simply nodded, picked Superia up in his arms, and walked inside.

To be concluded...