Ms Americana vs the Boarman Part 4:  The Trap

By Violator

Our Story Thus Far:  After a failed pursuit of the villainess Rude Ruby and her gang, the Dark Prizm, Miss Americana finds herself in the city of Broodhaven - the domain of her hated rival the mysterious Boarman.  After being sprung from Broodhaven police custody by Lady Midnight and Omega Woman, acting on a keen hunch, the heroines decided that the Dark Prizm’s next move would be to go to the notorious Hyboria Hysterium in search of a suitable super-female to impregnate with their stolen sperm.  By contacting the prison’s Warden, who once was none other than the combative Delta City superheroine Battle Bunny, the heroines were able to get a tour of the prison.  On their tour they located what they think is the Prizm’s target:  the comatose and imprisoned Chinese goddess known as Jiutian Xuannu aka the Dark Lady.  Sneaking back into the prison hospital the heroines re-entered the sleeping goddess’s room - only for their cackling foes to immediately call in over the intercom to taunt them, and then shut down the power, releasing the war goddess from her slumber.

Linguistic and Cultural Note:  within this story, I frequently use the first half of Jiutian Xuannu’s name as effectively her shortened name or nickname.  Since that’s actually a title, and has a literal meaning, that may read very oddly to actual Chinese speakers.  But I found it flowed a lot better for me in terms of sounds than using either the second half by itself or the full title every time.  Apologies if it comes off as weird.  Also, for a whole lot else, probably!

Slowly, as Americana and her two friends watched in stunned disbelief, the ancient Chinese goddess sat up before them.  Reaching up, she seized the now-useless gas mask and tore it off.  Then, she looked down at the various IV's sprouting out of her limbs.  She frowned, her otherwise flawless brow furrowing beneath the nine jade dragons that sprouted from her elaborately-coiled hair.  Reaching down, she seized them by the tubing and yanked them all right out of her.

Lady Midnight winced, in sympathetic agony, to see this.  But no blood or gore emerged along with the suddenly-extracted needles.  Instead, within seconds the alabaster-pale flesh where the intravenous feeds had been inserted into her was just as smooth and flawless as the rest of her.

Swinging her legs over, the divine beauty put them down on the floor.  She stood up - slightly shakily at first, the only hint of a human reaction she had shown to date - but seemed rapidly to find her footing.  She turned to face the three heroines, and stared at them.

They stared back.  Jiutian Xuannu's eyes were enormous, and pure jet black from one end to the other.  A phosphorescent cinnabar mist continued to rise up around her, from a ring about her feet, as she stood nude before them.

Looking down, Jiutian seemed to observe her own bare flesh.  Save for that she was a little more lithe of build, she was a match for any of the three heroines in the inhuman perfection of her proportions.  But still, the sight of her nakedness seemed to displease her.  Turning her head, she saw the ancient Chinese gown - pure white but adorned with glowing pearls and elaborate embroidery in nine different colors - hanging upon a rack nearby.

Lifting her left hand, she snapped her fingers.  In a moment, her gown was back upon her flesh, adorning her in her customary raiment from head to toe.  Looking down again, she nodded.  The gown reached to her knees, but had long slits up both sides to the top of her hips, allowing her great mobility - and exposing a significant expanse of her sleek thighs.  Then, she snapped her fingers again.  A curved, ornately decorated, and faintly glowing jade sword appeared in her other hand as if from nowhere.  Clothed and armed, she turned back once more to face the three transfixed mortal women who stood before her.  And then, at last, she spoke.

"You are my jailers, I presume?" she said.  A smirk spread across her face.  "I made short work of the last set, so I assume they found better ones..."

Miss Americana gasped, as did the other two heroines.

Every word Jiutian spoke seemed to echo repeatedly off the walls behind her, despite the fact she spoke at a quite casual conversational tone and volume.  But more to the point, whenever she spoke, despite the fact that they saw her lips as speaking English, her words seemed to come in at least a dozen different languages simultaneously.  Brenda Wade did enough business overseas that she was pretty sure she could recognize some words of modern Mandarin among them - but also what struck her as a half-dozen other modern or ancient Chinese dialects as well, plus several more obscure languages at the same time.

When the heroines did not immediately reply, Jiutian cocked her head, her night-black eyes seeming to peer into their souls.

"Well?" she asked them, in her echoing chorus of voices.  The heroines, though stationary, still stood just in front of the only exit - blocking her way unless she somehow went through them.  "Are you going to resist my passage - or will you part before me?"

"Do... do you mind if we talk about it for a moment before we decide?" Lady Midnight asked.

"Your entire lives are but moments to me," Jiutian replied, bemusedly.  "But a mortal does not waste the time of the divine.  So I give you exactly one minor ke to decide."

"We, uh, we don't know how long that is," Omega Woman protested.

"Your cultural ignorance is noted, but also irrelevant," Jiutian replied, with a prim twist of her head, as if trying to get a centuries-long crick out of her neck.

"R-right," Omega Woman said.

The heroines quickly leaned together - keeping a watch on the preening goddess even as they whispered to one another.

"What's our play here, Miss Americana?" Lady Midnight asked.

"Still trying to figure that out," Americana replied, staring up at the patiently waiting goddess.  "Any thoughts?"

"If we try and take her, we might get wrecked," Omega Woman said.  She was a confident woman in most circumstances - but facing a literal divine being, the nature and extent of whose power was completely unknown to her, was enough to rattle almost anyone's nerves.  "Even if we win, we'll be draining ourselves of strength better used to fight the Dark Prizm - and playing into their hands, since they obviously set up us the bomb."

"That's all true," Lady Midnight admitted.  "But Americana... if you think it was bad that you helped let one of Dragon Queen's creations run rampant in the Boarman's city, imagine what he'll say if we let a literal fucking war goddess loose.  No Delta City heroine will be able to show her face with pride ever again."

"We didn't let her loose," Americana objected.  "The Dark Prizm did that."

"True," Lady Midnight said.  "Have fun telling the press that, every time they ask why you stood aside and let her walk past.  Assuming we live to get that far."

"Right," Americana said.  She took a deep breath, and put her best Queen of Justice face on.  "We'll, let's do this then."

The heroines straightened up, spread out slightly, and faced back towards the waiting goddess.

"I'm afraid we cannot let you pass," Miss Americana said.

Jiutian nodded.  "I divined that fifteen miao ago, by reading your thoughts," she said.  She looked up and smirked.  "Don't worry," she said.  "I will fight you fairly.  By which I mean, I will limit myself to martial techniques, and not simply boil your blood inside your veins where you stand.  I can tell that, while perhaps not truly worthy, you are at least worthy enough for that."

Miss Americana shook her head.  She decided had had enough of being talked down to for one night.  "Fuck you, you smug bitch," she said.  Then she nodded towards her.  "Get her!"

The heroines all attacked, each according to her idiom.  Lady Midnight darted back and to her left.  Her hand, diving down to her utility belt, drew forth a handful of tiny purple stun-grenades, and hurled them at Jiutian's face - hoping to distract her at worst, and score a direct hit at best, as the heavier hitters closed in for the kill.  Simultaneously Omega Woman swooped up and to the right, ready to come down hard upon the goddess from above and from the side.  Meanwhile, Miss Americana charged right at hsr, providing the fixing anvil to Omega Woman's flanking hammer.

All their attacks converged near-simultaneously with expert precision on Jiutian's position - or would have, had the war goddess still been there to receive them.  But, though she had stood serenely before them up to this point, the moment the heroines leaped into action so did she.  Her body suddenly moving so fast it seemed to blur, she shot forward and dove downwards.  Miss Americana yelped as her calves were struck, hard, knocking her feet out from under her.  She went sprawling.  Popping up behind her, Jiutian turned to observe Omega Woman.  The buxom blonde heroine was gasping in mid-air, suddenly realizing that her flanking attack was now closing in on nothing but empty air.  With a flick of her wrist, Jiutian threw her sword.  Omega Woman yelped in horror as it struck her right in the gut - but fortunately it hit pommel-end-first rather than the tip.  It still struck her with enough force to drive her back into the wall and keep her pinned there, squirming like an impaled captive.  Moments later Lady Midnight's flashbangs erupted all around the prone form of Miss Americana - making her squeal and leaving her briefly wide-eyed and dazed.

Observing the results of the first exchange, Jiutian shook her head, like a teacher observing very slow toddlers.  "I was writing manuals on martial tactics while you barbarians were still figuring out which way to hold the pointed stick," she said.  "So allow me to give you some free advice."  She turned back to Lady Midnight, who, alone of the heroines she was facing still stood on her feet before her - staring back, stunned.  "First rule - when outnumbered, seek out the most vulnerable of your opponents, and neutralize her right away."

Jiutian lunged towards Lady Midnight.  The dark-skinned heroine gasped, and moved to block.  What followed was a blur of motion - Jiutian successfully feinted Lady Midnight into a useless high block, and followed it up with an unopposed kick to her gut.  The purple-clad heroine moaned, spittle flying from her lips, as she was driven backwards until she collided ass-first with the wall.  Jiutian came in right after her, and delivered several more furious uppercuts to her stunned face before her impressive jiggling ass could even slide all the way down the wall.  At last, Lady Midnight slumped down, rolled over, and passed out.  Standing over her, Jiutian nodded.

But the time she had taken to dispose of their friend had given Americana and Omega Woman the chance to recover.  The Queen of Justice shook herself back to her senses and then flipped herself to her feet.  Omega Woman, meanwhile, managed to wrench the magic sword to one side, so it slammed into the wall and no longer had her pinned.

The two heroines stared in horror for a moment at the sight of the martial goddess standing over their curvy fallen comrade.  Then their faces twisted with fury.  "Get away from our friend, you bitch!" Americana said.

"Come and force me," Jiutian replied. With a snap of the fingers on her left hand, she summoned her sword back into her right.  She raised it up over her head, as if preparing to deliver a coup de grace to their helpless colleague.

“No!” Omega Woman said.

She and Americana promptly thundered in towards her.  Americana charged straight in while Omega Woman, not wanting to get in the way and wanting to present the maximum threat possible, swooped around wide to take her from directly behind.

Jiutian kept raising her sword, seemingly almost until the last second before the attack struck.  Then she suddenly ducked down.  Her hand, darting up, seized Omega Woman’s out-stretched arm and added a massive divine force to her already considerable momentum - ensuring she hurtled onward directly into her friend.

"Oh, FUC-" Omega Woman started to moan, just before she collided head-first into Miss Americana.

The two heroines impacted into each other with a loud squeal, Omega Woman’s fist driving into Americana’s face and Americana’s into Omega Woman’s gut.  Then they collided bodily together.  Omega Woman’s greater momentum forced Americana to topple backwards, and the two ended up sprawled across the floor in the direction Americana had come from.  Standing calmly back up, Jiutian turned and observed them.

“Second rule,” she said, walking over.  “If one of your opponents has an exceptional source of strength or power - take it from her right away.”

Bending down, Jiutian seized Miss Americana’s belt and ripped it off.  The raven-haired heroine promptly lurched upwards in horror, her jaw dropping open and gasping as she felt her mighty powers crackle away around her waist.  But Jiutian was not done with her.  Looping her arm around, with a contemptuous back-hand, she slammed the stolen golden belt against the back of Miss Americana’s head.  The once-mighty heroine groaned, her eyes rolling up - and then, knocked out with her own belt, sunk meekly back to the floor.  Jiutian gazed at the belt in her hand for a moment, and then shrugged and cast it dismissively aside.

Panting softly, Omega Woman shivered as she observed that she was the only one left.  Her two comrades had been disposed of, lying unconscious on the floor, in record time.  Rising back into the air, she swallowed, considering her options.

“How did you know to take Miss Americana’s belt?” she asked.

Jiutian shrugged.  “I read it in her thoughts,” she said.  “It is one of her greatest fears - although not the greatest.”  She smirked slightly, as if savoring the identity of the others.

“That’s not fair,” Omega Woman protested.  “Didn’t you promise to fight us with only martial techniques?”

Jiutian raised an eyebrow.  “You too could read thoughts, if your command of your own qi was strong enough,” she asserted.  “But you are correct.  I did agree to fight fair.  And you can fly.  So…”

Lifting up her sword in one hand, Jiutian raised her right leg up and entered a crane posture.  Then she ascended smoothly up into the air, until her toe was hovering half a meter off the ground.

“Shall we?” she asked her final opponent.

“Fuck… fuck me and my big mouth…” Omega Woman whispered.

Jiutian cocked her head.  “An enjoyable enough invitation, save that I lack the proper equipment,” she said.  “I would tell you to wait while I acquire it - but I am not yet certain that you are worthy to be dominated by me in that way.”

Omega Woman was briefly puzzled.  Then she remembered.  “Oh, right,” she said.  “Goddess of War and Sex.  Sounds like a fun portfolio…”

Jiutian smiled broadly.  “It is,” she assured her.  “Can you imagine the sort of dull blade that gets blessed with immorality and devotes it entirely to rice farming, or brewing teas?”  She clucked softly, in disbelief, and slowly shook her head.  “But speaking of bores, I now bore of this conversation, so…”

The goddess suddenly flew at her.  Omega Woman gasped - and then hurtled in to engage as well.

What followed was a duel that would be difficult to follow without both split-second cameras and the ability to represent the position of every hand, foot, and other body part in three-dimensional space at each consecutive micro-second.  The two combatants exchanged a dizzying series of blows and counter-blows, blocks-and-counterblocks, while maneuvering for advantage in several different axes at once.  Omega Woman struggled to keep up, and yelped as she repeatedly took blows from Jiutian’s sword to her arms and her legs - but her own invulnerability kept the magic jade from making more than the faintest of scratches upon her flesh.

At last - meaning about fifteen seconds into the fight, but those fifteen seconds would require several pages to recount in a blow-by-blow manner - Jiutian wised up that her sword would not be particularly useful against this one.  Suddenly she ducked beneath Omega Woman’s guard, lunged backwards, and sent a lightning-fast rabbit kick into her gut.

Omega Woman moaned in pain, spittle flying from her open lips, as she was sent hurtling backwards by the blow.  Their current positions had shifted in the swirling aerial melee to put Jiutian higher - so that the blow sent Omega Woman crashing down onto her back with a thump - right onto the goddess’s waiting hospital bed.

Zipping down from on high, Jiutian alighted to stand over her in an instant.

“Third rule,” she said.  Reaching out with her hand she seized the transparent mask that had been used to keep her comatose for so long.  Bending down, she slammed it down onto Omega Woman’s gasping face.  “If your opponent has a weakness - exploit it without mercy,” she said to her, through the mask.  With her free hand she reached out, and shattered the casing on the ventilation machine.  Reaching inside, she seized the bellows and forced it down one last time by hand - hard.

Omega Woman gasped and shivered, her eyes blinking wide in horror, as a rush of soporific gases suddenly poured into her.  It was just one tiny breath of the thousands or millions Jiutian had taken during her long slumber.  But, it turned out, the dosage needed to keep a goddess pacified was more than enough to tame a super-heroine.  Omega Woman whimpered, her eyes steadily losing coherence.  Her mighty body squirmed, her legs kicking - but it was already useless.  Her eyelids drooped as the gas claimed her.  Soon, she was as unconscious as the rest.

Jiutian let out a light laugh, to see her final enemy felled.  Then, turning her head, she briefly surveyed her handiwork.  

“You were quite a bit worthier than my last set of jailers,” she admitted, to the sea of unconscious, busty superheroines stretched out around her.  “But, not quite worthy enough.  At least, where fighting is concerned.”  

Then she turned her head forward again, and looked down at Omega Woman.  The buxom superheroine lay sprawled out and helpless before her, in the same position where the goddess herself had just lain.

Tapping her lip with the hand not holding the sword, the goddess studied the superheroine.  She continued to do so, for longer than seemed strictly necessary.  Slowly, a slight smile turned up the corner of her full red lips.  Then, without any further warning, she stretched out her free hand, and cupped it around the enormous swell of Omega Woman’s gigantic left breast.

“I really should be going,” she said softly, even as her fingers sank just a little deeper into Omega Woman’s giant soft jug.  “I have… many… important things to attend to…” she said, in a tone that said otherwise.  Slowly, she gave the titanic breast a squeeze - her fingers going deep, and making the huge breast distend upwards towards her.  Slowly, her sly smirk broadened - as she gave her fallen enemy’s giant breast another couple squeezes.  

“But… one peek won’t hurt,” she softly assured herself.

Then, lifting her hand up, she slipped a single slender finger down inside Omega Woman’s straining bra-cup.  Slowly, she tugged downwards.  The gigantic cup tugged, and jerked - and then finally popped loose entirely, settling down into a rumpled heap at the base of the giant jiggling jug it had once struggled to contain.

“Ooh!” she said, her dark eyes widening in surprise, at the shere bounty she was seeing.  “Well, now, I must say - that is actually quite impressive!”  She licked her lips.  “Especially for a mortal!”  

Reaching up, she began to stroke her finger lightly around and around the gigantic tender nipple - and her smile grew even wider as the giant nipple promptly began to grow and expand helplessly upwards into her caresses.  Meanwhile, her other hand suddenly dismissively tossed aside her sword and, stretching out, dropped down between Omega Woman’s parted legs.  Without needing to glance away from her exposed breast, her divine fingers arrived directly on the superheroine’s pussy and began to massage it through her thin super-heroine panties.  Despite her unconscious state, Omega Woman’s voluptuous body promptly squirmed, and she let out a tiny moan.

“Oh… alright,” the smirking goddess said, as if giving in at last to an argument only she could hear.  “Perhaps you are worthy of getting some pointers of a different sort, before I go…”

Lifting up the hand stroking Omega Woman’s mound, she extended out a single finger.  Already, the heroine’s pussy was so wet, her little panties were practically painted onto her thick labial lips.  Caressing up between them, Jiutian’s fingers arrived at and, with unerring accuracy, pressed straight down into her defenseless clitoris.  Instantly, Omega Woman let out a muffled yip, and her giant buns lifted up off the bed and quivered.  Jiutian giggled, like a little girl tormenting a doll, as she watched the incredibly buxom mortal quiver helplessly at what was being done to her.

But fortunately for the helpless superheroine - or perhaps unfortunately depending on your perspective - at that moment the door suddenly flew open.  On the far side a pudgy guard stood, his eyes widening and a shiver running through him.

“Oh… oh holy fucking SHIT!” he moaned.

Looking up, Jiutian’s divine face twisted with irritation and revulsion.  “No, thank you,” she told him.  Lifting her hand up from between Omega Woman’s mighty thighs, she made a shooing gesture with the backs of her fingers.  “Now, could you be a dear and just go away, so that I can have some fun?  It’s been far too long since I got to indulge in a mortal quite this tasty.”

The guard didn’t seem to be listening.  Slowly, he shook his head.  “It… it weren’t no false alarm,” he whimpered.  “She… she is loose!”

Even though he should have known it was useless, instinct proved hard to break.  Unlatching and then snatching up his gun from its holster, he unloaded at her.  Several red splotches appeared upon Jiutian’s body - including four scattered across her chest and one in her forehead.  She looked down at the ones on her chest like a girl on a hot date trying to see how much damage a little spilled wine has done to her outfit, then looked back up at him.  In a moment, all the bullet-holes had vanished off her as if they were never there.

“Fuck…” the guard said.  Proving that learning was not his strong suit, he started trying to reload.

Jiutian shook her head.  “I had to test a little bit further with them,” she said, nodding towards the defeated superheroines.  “But, you, on the other hand, are clearly completely unworthy… and I know exactly what to do with you!”

Suddenly she hurtled out through the door.  Her sword, snapping back up into her hand in mid-flight, rose and fell.  A great spray of arterial blood lurched up and onto the bright-white hospital walls, and the bisected guard fell gurgling.  But even as his pieces tumbled to the ground, more shouts echoed up and down the corridor - accompanied by some more gunshots.

Looking back and forth, Jiutian smiled.  One shot nailed her right in the temple, and she noticed it less than if a flea had landed there.

“Oh, well,” she cooed.  “Looks like I’ll have to have one form of fun before the other.  What a shame.  Hopefully they’re still there when I get back.  If not…”

She gave a shrug as if to say, ‘they’re only mortals - who cares?’.  Then with a cackle, she hefted her sword and went hurtling away down the corridor.  Behind her, the door swung closed again, automatically.  As it did so the sounds of more yelps and bellows and gunshots echoed through it - followed shortly after by the sounds of further mortal screaming.  The screams repeated again and again - slightly farther away each time - accompanied occasionally by tinkling peals of Jiutian’s multilingual psychic laughter, as she slew and slew and slew.

The three heroines remained sprawled and defeated within her former room for a minute or two.  Then, slowly, groaning, they started to come to.  Still lying flat on their backs, their bodies aching or, in Omega Woman’s case, their minds still swirling, they lifted their pretty heads and exchanged looks across the room.

“Did… did anyone get the number on that truck?” Lady Midnight asked, holding her ringing head.

“Yeah…” Americana groaned.  “But I don't know enough Mandarin to spell it.”

Omega Woman tried to climb off the bed and onto her feet, but finding out the hard way that too much gas was still in her, her buxom form slipped off and sank down trembling beside the other two - one huge breast still jiggling outside the tugged-down cup of her bra.  The three heroines panted for breath several seconds longer and then slowly clambered up onto their knees on the floor and knelt side by side, shivering.  Then, at that moment, the doors opened up again and three nurses came in.

“I’m afraid you’re a little late,” Americana moaned, barely looking up.  “The patient has already escaped.  We’re… not great, but we don’t need any help.”

But this statement was greeted only with tiny giggles, from the three nurses towering over them.  Reaching up, the center one tugged off her mask and cast it aside.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that!” Rude Ruby cackled.  Beside her, Violent Violet and Savage Sapphire tugged off their own masks and leered down, their eyes glittering.

The heroines gasped, in horror.  But, having just been thoroughly trashed by the ancient goddess, they were in no position to resist.  Their bodies, perched upon their knees and still aching and exhausted after the beatings they had taken, were simply not able to react in time to defend themselves in any way.  As one, cackling, the villainesses lunged forward, and seized each helpless heroine by her head.  With their other hands, they reached around and slammed drug-laced pads down onto their faces.

The heroines whimpered, and wiggled, and squealed.  But not a single one of them managed to get up off her knees and actually resist.  In short order their moans became less coherent, their struggles more languid.

“Don’t worry,” Rude Ruby cooed.  She stroked her fingers teasingly across Americana’s forehead while - holding the back of the heroine’s shivering head pressed up against her own belly - she watched her helplessly suck in more and more of her will-taming gas.  “We have great things planned for you three!”  She cackled.  “Great things!” she repeated, eagerly.

Miss Americana whimpered, and moaned, her eyes blinking wide in horror.  But there was nothing she could do.  To either side of her she saw her friends already slumping to the ground to lie helpless at the Dark Prizm’s feet.  A moment later, her own vision fading out to blackness, she could hold out no longer - and did likewise.

For obvious reasons, Miss Americana would never know exactly how long she was under.  She came to again some time later - to find herself strapped to a hospital bed, which had been tilted up to an almost forty-five degree angle.

Her power belt was still gone, and her wrists and ankles were tied firmly to the corners of the bed - meaning she was going nowhere.  Looking around, due to the position she and the bed were in, she could only see a fraction of her surroundings.  What she did see was one wall and one corner of another hospital room.  It had to be a different one than they had been in, since it had windows, down the side off to her right.

Before her, in a chair positioned at the corner where the wall she was facing met the wall with the windows, sat Rude Ruby.  She was nursing a cigarette - and, in the first act approaching human decency Americana had witnessed from her, had cracked open a window, so that at least her smoke could go outside, rather than being trapped in the hospital’s air system.  Miss Americana couldn't see much out the window, but what she could see made it clear they had gone up a floor or two, and were now most likely on the hospital’s third, or top, floor.

Having the window open also had another consequence, though.  It meant that, from outside, Americana could hear the blare of sirens shooting back and forth, the repeated screams - and occasionally the cackling laughter Jiutian made as she continued her bloody rampage.

Taking a puff from her cigarette, Rude Ruby dangled it out the window, looked up, and smirked.

“I’ll save you the time and us the trouble of you asking, and just tell you,” Rude Ruby said.  “Yeah, we’re still in the Hyboria hospital.  But I wouldn’t get your hopes up.  That bad babe we let loose on you is causing quite the ruckus right now.  No-one is going to come sweep this part for a good long while.  So you and I have some time.”

Miss Americana shook her head.  “You’re an evil, evil bitch,” she said, to Rude Ruby.

The villainess shrugged, seeming to neither deny this nor feel particularly hurt by it.  “I just know my purpose, is all,” she said.

“Oh?” Miss Americana asked.  “And what’s that?”

Rude Ruby took another drag on her cigarette, tapped some ash out past the edge of the window, and smirked.

“Destroy all the superheroes,” she said.  

Miss Americana took a deep breath.  Trying to reason with Ruby didn't seem smart.  But tied up and helpless, what else was she going to do?

"Look, Ruby," she said softly.  

Over another puff of cigarette, the villainess looked up, her eyes curious.

"I know you feel...wronged by some of them in the past," she said.  "I… I don’t like the Boarman either.  But you really need to see that in this world, as it exists, you need the superheroes.  Just as much as everyone else."

"Oh?" Ruby asked.  She took a puff, then tapped out more ash outside the window.  "Why do we need them?"

"Ruby, don't you realize?" the Queen of Justice said, putting out the most impassioned plea she could.  "Heroes - not just me, but all of them, men and women and others besides - they are the guardians of our world.  When there is an invasion they protect us.  When there's a calamity, they fix it.  When there's a crisis, they preserve peace.  Why, if it weren't for them the very world you live in would have been destroyed ten times over!"

Leaping to her feet, Rude Ruby stabbed her cigarette forward until it almost jabbed right into Americana’s shocked face.

"Exactly!" she said, her eyes flashing.

Americana's jaw dropped.  "Wh-what?!" She gasped.

Folding her arms over her chest, lit cigarette dangling from one hand, Rude Ruby shook her head.  "Protect us?" she asked, derisively.  "Fix it?  Preserve peace?!"  She spat the last word in particular as if it were a slur.  "Don't you see?" Rude Ruby asked.  

Americana stared, her mouth hanging open.  

Rude Ruby shook her head, and giggled.  "You're so stupid!  You said it yourself and you don't even realize it."

Leaning in close Rude Ruby put her face right up in front of Miss Americana.  She held her cigarette up vertical beside them, between two extended red-nailed fingers.

"Heroes," she said, "are the status quo.  They serve it, they preserve it, they are it."  She gesticulated wildly.  "Whenever anyone tries to change anything, they put it back.  They're the reason nothing ever gets better."

Miss Americana shook her head, her face still an inch from Ruby’s glaring visage.  "That's… that's not true!" she gasped.

"Yes, it is!" Ruby snapped.  "And do you know why?"  She held up her cigarette beside her own face, as if illuminating it with a torch.  "Because… they like the way this world works.  It's great, for them."

Miss Americana gaped, briefly speechless.  Folding her arms, Ruby shook her head, smirking.

"And they're not all the same, despite what you said.  You so-called ‘good’ super-ladies?  We don't much care what happens to you, as you can tell, but we figure some of you might come around eventually.  Regular dudes?  Well… I personally don't have much use for them…"

"I do!" Savage Sapphire's voice suddenly said.

"Yeah," Violent Violet giggled.  "We know."

With a gasp Americana whipped her head to one side.  The rest of the Prizm were clustered at the other corner of the room, just before the edge of the bed blocked her view.  They were sitting or squatting as available seats allowed.  Around them were a number of cases and boxes they had either looted, or hauled in with them; they clearly didn't belong in this room.  From the smirks on their faces, they had been acting as eager spectators for the confrontation between Rude Ruby and Miss Americana.

"Shush," Jaded Jade said to the others.  "Let her finish.  She's doing a pretty good job debating the dumb slut."  She smirked.  "For an amateur!"

"Be nice!" Ghoulish Goldie admonished her.

Rude Ruby followed Americana's gaze, then turned back.

"As I was saying," she said.  "Regular men?  Despicable… but without their gods, they won't be much problem.  But the supermen?"  She shook her head.  "No way.  Dicks don't change. Not unless you make them.  And no one can make the super dicks do anything."

She took a puff, smirked, then leaned over and exhaled out the window.

"So we've come full circle.  Anyone who sees this world for what it is - as a sick and twisted pit; anyone who wants to change it can start with only one goal."  

Standing right in front of Miss Americana,  she lifted up a single finger.

"Kill all the superheroes," she repeated her thesis, smugly.

Americana panted softly.  Then, shaking her head, she realized trying to reason with Rude Ruby was pointless.  She went with derision,  instead.  "Oh, is that all?” she said, rolling her eyes.  “And, what - are you going to give every evil girl on Earth unlimited ice-cream with sprinkles while you’re at it?”

Rude Ruby waved her finger chidingly.  “Don’t get flippant with me, now,” she warned.  She took one last puff, and smiled, then flicked the cigarette away through the window to the ground below.  “We have a plan, actually,” she said.  “And you three ladies are going to play a key part.”

Crouching down beside her, Rude Ruby reached down into what Miss Americana belatedly recognized as the cooler that the villainess had stolen from Wade Labs, way back at the very start of her current misadventure.  It had been lying on the floor, near her feet, unseen, the whole time.  Rude Ruby withdrew from it a tiny stoppered vial, stood up, and held it up before her face.  She turned it back and forth - watching intently as the pearly fluid inside sloshed back and forth.  Then she looked at Miss Americana, across it.

“I’m really glad you brought along another couple super-wombs,” she said, smirking.  “It works out perfectly.  We get one to test on - your unpowered friend, unfortunately for her.  One to use as our main brood cow - Omega Slut or whatever she calls herself, with those wide hips and that super-human womb, is obviously the perfect choice.  And you - just in case we need a backup.  You know - like if this stuff kills the other two somehow and we need a do-over.”

Miss Americana seethed in horror and fury at what she was listening to.  Then she shook her head decisively back and forth.  “I will never let that happen!” she assured her.  “The Queen of Justice will stop you, before you can think about putting one drop of that stuff inside my or any of my friends’ bodies!”

Bouncing on her heels Rude Ruby gave her a bemused expression, and then laughed.

“What the fuck are you talking about, bitch?” she asked.  Reaching out, she seized the side of her bed.  “Do you think I'm just some big-breasted bimbo like you?" she cackled.  "I wouldn't have told you if you could still stop it.  We did it thirty-six minutes ago!”

With one surge of her mighty arm, she spun the bed to which Miss Americana was strapped around to face the other way.  Americana’s eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open in horror.

Before her, two more beds lined the long opposite wall of the large multi-occupancy hospital room the Dark Prizm had holed up in.  Each, like hers, was elevated at an almost forty-five degree angle, facing back towards her.  Each one had one of her two friends strapped to it, in the same manner she was strapped into hers.

But unlike her they were naked.  They had on black leather gimp masks that blinded them and bright red ball-gags that spread their luscious quivering lips wide.  They squirmed and bleated, unsure what was happening to them.

But most importantly each of them had a very large and swollen belly distending up where once a perfectly flat and toned tummy had been.  Beside them the stolen artificial insemination machine that had received the honor of taking theirs stood by… its business end still dripping.

“Oh… oh my GODDESS!” Miss Americana moaned, staring at her two impregnated friends in shock.

“I wouldn’t say that too loud,” Jaded Jade said.  She nodded towards the cracked-open window.  “She might hear you.”  

Miss Americana gasped - but ignored her, in favor of staring at her friends’ swollen bellies in horror.

“What… what did you put inside of them, you… you fiends?” she asked.

Coming up beside her, Rude Ruby stood next to her and adopted a posture as if they were casually chatting in a bar, perhaps about a man they thought was about to try hitting on them.

“Now, why would I actually tell you that?” Rude Ruby asked.  “It would spoil the surprise.  Besides - it’s not like any of us really know, until it comes out.”

“Wh-what?” Americana asked.

“We know what it’s supposed to be,” Ghoulish Goldie assured her.  “But that assumes that Dragon Queen didn’t screw up, or the professor didn’t mix up his samples, or whatever.  We might still be up shit creek - or they might be - or both.”

“But we’ll know soon enough,” Violent Violet said, glancing at a wall-mounted clock.  “If the notes we got are correct… it should be any minute now.”

On cue, the bound and knocked-up heroines' bellies started to ripple. Their buxom bodies shivered, and their mouths whimpered in horror around their slobber-covered gags… as they felt the same processes they had witnessed just a short time before playing out within the Black Cat's body starting up within theirs.

"Oooh…" the Dark Prizm said, sitting forward and watching in wonder.  Americana squirmed and bleated in horror.

But there was nothing any of them could or needed to do but watch… except for the two horrified heroines who now felt the labor contractions playing out within their own bodies, who couldn't even do that.  Dragon Queen's monstrous creations, very much by design, required nowhere near the same time or attention an actual human baby did to make its way into the world.  They were, after all, generally intended to squirt back out of a heroine while she lay helpless in the same dark and filthy alley in which she had been tamed.  In short order the two heroines' pussies began to spread wide apart and something wiggling and inhuman began to emerge from each of their sacred and tender channels.

"Here they come!" Jaded Jade said, excitedly.  "Get ready!"

Reaching behind them the villainesses picked up two more pieces of stolen hospital equipment from the corner where they had stashed them.  These were two portable incubators, designed to allow evacuation of very small premature babies from the NICU in the event of a major, probably super-villainess-related, catastrophe. Only, given the sorts of preemies they were likely to contain, the walls were made of specially-reinforced bulletproof glass.

Taking up their stolen incubators the Dark Prizm all rushed up to greet the latest two offspring to be birthed in the Hyboria Hysterium.  As the inhuman progeny came out and got coaxed into their incubators the Prizm seemed to do their best not to let Americana see anything.  But the wide-eyed heroine still managed to get a few suggestive glimpses between their shifting shapely bodies.  She saw thick segmented tubes writhing their way up out of her friends' pussies.  The bulging segments were covered in snaking veins, like a cross between an enormous earthworm and a penis.  Later, within an incubator she got a horrifying glimpse of row after row of sharp teeth, set within a circular maw… which hissed hungrily.

Then the incubators were sealed around their new inhuman occupants, and concealing covers placed on them.

The Prizm briefly lifted the covers to peek through them, cooing as if the toothy writhing things inside were the cutest little babies they had ever seen.  Meanwhile they backed up.  The two well-used heroines were left slumped and exhausted in their bonds.  Between their mighty spread thighs their pussies gaped wide, still dripping streamers of post-birthing slime down onto the beds.

Then with a gasp, lifting their heads, the Dark Prizm and Miss Americana both simultaneously realized that while they were distracted by events inside the room, something had changed outside too.  They no longer heard screams nor distant laughter.  The sirens were still there, but distant and stationary, as if a cordon sanitaire had been formed.

Then with another collective gasp, eyes turning upwards, they heard a thump on the roof.

"Hahahaha!" they heard Jiutian's voice cackle, through the open window.  "So the only worthy foe in this pathetic place finally comes to face me once more!"

Whoever that was, they could not hear their reply.  But a short time later she uttered another piercing multi-lingual laugh.

"We will see, will we not?" she said.

Then they heard another thump, as she leaped off - followed shortly after by the distant echoing sounds of hand to hand combat.

"Wow…" Violent Violet said.  She looked like she wanted to run up and help - but they all had more important things to do.

That did not mean they were above offering moral support.

"Get him!" Jaded Jade called up to her ancient country-woman.  "Rip his fucking dick off and shove it down his piggy throat!"

Ghoulish Goldie gave her an appalled look.  "That would completely derail our plans!" she objected.

"We could find another option," Jaded Jade protested.

"Not easily!" Savage Sapphire retorted.

"Whatever," Jaded Jade said.  "Rip it off anyways," she called upwards, "and throw it in the trash while you make him watch!"

"Enough," Rude Ruby said, sharply.  "We need to keep moving while our distraction holds, not turn into spectators. We are activists not slacktivists - right?"

Jaded Jade nodded - though her dark eyes continued to glance up hopefully at every new sound of fighting.

"Goldie, you take Omega Woman's spawn to the prime site," Rude Ruby directed.  "Sapphire, get Lady Midnight's to the backup base.  Everyone else, get these spent super-breeders down.  We have another that needs to go in their place."

"Right," more than one member of the Prizm answered, simultaneously.

Ghoulish Goldie and Savage Sapphire put their nurse masks back on, picked up the covered incubators, and opened the door.  Outside the hospital was in bedlam, staff running to and fro to help evacuate patients and generally deal with the crisis.  The two villainesses blended in instantly,  slipping away as just two more nurses helping to get vulnerable infants out of the danger zone.  The rest closed and blocked the door again behind them.

They seized the two just-birthed heroines, removed their bonds, and discarded them in a naked heap to one side.  Devastated and exhausted, neither hooded heroine was in any state to resist.  The Dark Prizm cuffed their hands behind them anyways, before moving on to Miss Americana.

Shoving the others' beds into a corner, they grabbed Miss Americana and wheeled her over until her forcibly opened thighs were positioned conveniently near the waiting delivery tube of the insemination machine. Grabbing up a fresh canister from the cooler, Rude Ruby inserted it into the machine.

Then they all froze.  Their faces all turned upwards and they stood in silence as they realized that once more something had changed outside.  The sounds of combat had stopped.

Then at last Jiutian’s voice echoed loudly through the window once more.

"Oh… oh yes!" her multilingual voice moaned, in a tone none of them had ever heard her use before.  "Yes… yes, you are… you are still worthy!"

Then, she suddenly let out a loud, warbling squeal.  All the heroines and villainesses gasped - as, simultaneously, each suddenly had the distinct impression of some great powerful force sweeping up through her, like the sensation of the ground rushing up just before waking up from a nightmare.

"Oh, y-yes!" Jiutian squealed, her divine voice rising and falling in awe as if under the direction of some dominating outside force.  "Yes, you are worthy!  Oh!  You are…  so, so, sooOO w-WORTHY!"

"Mother… fucker!" Jaded Jade hissed.  She shook her head, her face staring upwards in bitter, almost tearful, disappointment.  "And I was starting to stan for her so hard!"

Reaching out, Violent Violet stroked a hand down Jaded Jade's arm, trying to console her.

"That's understandable," she said.  "She's one lethal woman.  But she's also what, like… three thousand years old?"

"Five," Jaded Jade muttered, angrily.

"Right," Violent Violet said.  "Point is she's powerful, but a product of her time. You can't expect her to immediately wake up and see the light any more than, like, your old racist grandma could."

"Point of order," Jaded Jade said, raising a green-nailed finger.  She finally turned her gaze down from the ceiling, even as the squeals and moans of her sacred ancestor getting vigorously wrecked continued to echo down through it.  "My nai-nai was only racist against white people and the Japanese - and she had damn good reasons for both!"

"That's enough of that," Rude Ruby said.  "Let's get this bitch knocked up."

“We’ll need to take her clothes off, first,” Violent Violet said, pointing down at the jacket and skimpy panties inside which Americana’s curves were still straining.

“Wow, no wonder we call you the smart one,” Rude Ruby purred.

Reaching up, she yanked open Miss Americana's jacket, the snaps coming undone with a loud 'RIP!.  The Queen of Justice gasped as her huge cans spilled out.  Then she looked up with a snarl.

“You don’t need to expose my breasts to impregnate me!” she hissed.

“True,” Rude Ruby admitted.  With another few tugs she ripped the jacket to shreds around Miss Americana's busty, helplessly squirming flesh, and tossed the dregs aside.  “But we don’t want to let the Boarman have all the fun, do we?”  

Reaching up, she stroked a single finger tauntingly up Americana’s enormous left breast, ending with a flick to her extended tender pink nipple that left the huge jug bouncing softly in her wake.  Rude Ruby observed the enormous Americana-tit wobbling helplessly before her, and smirked.  

“We all know you superheroines just wear these skimpy costumes, so it's more exciting for a hero when he peels you out of them!” she laughed.

Americana gasped, and then shook her head, her teeth grit in fury.  “No!” she snarled.  “That isn’t right!”

“Sure it isn’t…” Rude Ruby purred.  Then she held out her hand, like a surgeon asking for an instrument.  Jaded Jade handed her a stolen surgical scalpel.

Miss Americana gasped - any urge to continue arguing with Rude Ruby draining out of her, along with all the color in her face, as she stared at the razor-sharp blade.  Her sumptuous curves jiggled back and forth, helpless and almost entirely naked, before it.

But rather than plunge it into her flesh, Rude Ruby instead sent the shining scalpel diving down.  Seizing Americana’s tiny panty with her free hand, she sliced each of the little hip-straps clean through.  Held in place by the big buns keeping the back squeezed tight against the mattress, the front of Miss Americana’s panty wilted down around her, as her buxom hips shivered - before Rude Ruby reached in, took a rude grip, and tugged it right out from between her legs.

Rude Ruby held up Americana’s destroyed and captured panty and shook it back and forth tauntingly before her.  Then she cast it aside.

“Don’t be shy, girls,” she purred, as the three villainesses stood around the now completely naked and helpless superheroine.  “We might as well mix business and pleasure - the same way the superheroes do.”

Reaching out, chuckling, all three villainesses put their hands on her.  Americana gasped, and squirmed - but was in no position to resist.  One green-nailed hand coiled and squeezed luxuriously at her enormous fat tits.  Another purple-nailed one stroked with obvious relish over her curvy buxom hip.  A third stroked her belly, caressing teasingly at her navel.

Americana shivered, and moaned - but could do nothing to resist either their touch, nor the corkscrew tingles that shot up and down her sleek curvy flesh, as she was felt up.

But even as she was using one hand to caress Americana’s as-yet broad and flat fertile belly with anticipatory relish, Rude Ruby, as she had said, was putting the other to more practical uses.  Reaching it down between the now almost completely naked heroine’s thighs, she brought it back up and, living up to her moniker, slid a single finger rudely right up into her unguarded pussy.  Americana yelped, her head tilting back and shivering, as she felt her delicate vaginal lips part and then squeeze helplessly around Rude Ruby’s penetrating digit.

“Oh… my…” Rude Ruby giggled.  She licked her lips, and laughed, as she stirred her finger around inside her would-be superheroine nemesis.  “No wonder this one is so popular with all the super-boys,” she purred.  “That is one fucking eager pussy…”

“I’ll say,” Jaded Jade said.  Hand still squeezing Americana’s giant breast, she looked down and gaped in awe as, already, she could see trickles of gooey moisture flowing down the back of Rude Ruby’s red-sheathed hand.  She shook her head.  “Did this super-slut squirt a whole bottle of fucking lube up there when we weren’t looking?!”

“Feels like!” Rude Ruby laughed, still rudely probing around inside her rival’s cunt.

On the opposite side from Jaded Jade, Violent Violet shook her head and smirked.  “Bitch must really get off on being beaten down and tied up…” she purred.  Then, bowing her head, she used her sharp teeth to give a brief, teasing bite to Miss Americana’s bare shoulder.

“Are you really surprised?” Rude Ruby asked, rubbing slyly along the front wall of Americana’s cunt.  “She is a superheroine after all!”

“You… you f-filthy bitches!” Americana howled, head whipping back and forth with rage.  “I… I will get you for this!”  She thrashed furiously in her bonds - but moments later, Rude Ruby’s cruel and instructive finger slid up and began to caress directly on her clitoris - and with a loud whimper, Miss Americana’s attempts to resist were briefly brought to an instantaneous halt, as a stunned shiver ran through her sleek helpless body.

Looking into her face, Rude Ruby sneered - and gave the Clit of Justice another few strokes with her finger.  Then she withdrew it, and held it up.  She smirked - to see both her finger, and a good portion of her hand, utterly smothered in drooling goo.

“Alright,” she announced.  “She’s more than ready.  So… let’s fuck this bitch - the not-so-fun way!”

Snickering, the other two Prizm members backed off slightly.  Reaching down they seized the tube and began bringing it up towards Miss Americana’s glistening and defenseless vagina.

The Queen of Justice howled.  She shook, and thrashed, and squirmed.  But, utter horror dawning on her face, absolutely nothing she did could stop the slow but inexorable nudging of the simple tube deeper and deeper up inside her.  Soon she was quite certain that if they pushed any further, they would push into her cervix.  Then, they did push further - and she shook and howled as that did indeed happen.

“There,” Violent Violet said, studying the settings on the machine.  “That should be more than deep enough, considering how potent this stuff appears to be.”

“What, are we paying by the inch or something?” Jaded Jade complained.  “Go ahead and give her another foot or two.  What could it hurt - besides her?”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Rude Ruby giggled, standing by and watching.

Miss Americana shook her head, in fury.  “You… you wouldn’t dare!” she said.  But she could do nothing but watch, eyes wide and lips hanging open in horror as, snickering, Jaded Jade put her hand on the crank that drove the tube, and prepared to slam it down, shoving it even deeper up inside Miss Americana’s body.

But fortunately for Miss Americana, at that exact moment, there came a tremendous crash - as the window shattered into a thousand razor-sharp pieces.

To be continued next time as Havoc Breaks Out in the Hyboria Hospital…

* With acknowledgements, and apologies, to Alan Moore.