Wonder Woman: Champion of Paradise

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Supermoms Prequal/Intro

Another Patreon leak. Short thing I cranked out in about an afternoon. Based on an old 4chan project that got sort of dumped, but followed along with some of the threads and always thought the idea was neat. Any actual writing for it is lost as best I can tell, so thoughts are going to veer off from its origins pretty quickly.  It's more of fanfiction than genuine writing for it. Based on the entry from here:http://the-conservatory.wikia.com/wiki/Supermoms


"We're not through yet! Teen Queens! Get 'em!" Star Striker threw out a gloved hand and the girls flew into action. This was ironic since none of them technically flew, they were there to fight evil rather than argue semantics, and the interdimensional invaders weren't going to punch themselves! The humanoids made of pink crystal charged out of their portal, firing their laser beams at the defending heroines. Sig Rune and Star Striker lead the charge, the starred and striped teenager barely old enough to drive unleashing finely-honed martial arts to trip up two of the crystal golems in an instant. She leapt up and kicked with her reinforced boots to crack the gemstone on another where the face would have been. They weren't as solid as they looked, but not something she'd want to risk her knuckles on.
Not that it stopped Sig Run. The teenage Valkyrie gave a warcry that boomed through the battlefield, swinging her sword to cleave three of them in half with one stroke. She raised a buckler that despite it simple wood and iron look deflected several bursts of laser fire. She smashed the shield into one of the rigid foes, stunning it so she could grab its leg and lift it off its feet. "Follow me to Valhalla, battle sisters!" she bellowed before swinging it over her head and toppling another half dozen with the shockwave.
As several smaller crystals shot out of the portal, they started zipping through the air past the front-liners. "We got baddies in the air! Kaiju! Diva! Get on that!"
At their leader's command, Diva let out a shout of her own. While Sig's was big and menacing, hers came out as a sweet, melodic note. As she drew it out and tuned her alien throat, the seemingly African-American heroine conducted her voice into solid constructs of pure sound. The shimmering orbs formed in the air, shooting off to smash into the various flying crystals. "Watch out for the high notes!" she laughed before summoning another breath of devastatingly beautiful noise.
"Daijkaiju!" Kaiju pumped her fists together, the Asian girl growing ten stories tall in a matter of seconds. A swipe of her enormous hands smashed a number of the crystals to pieces. She stomped away at a few more invaders on the ground, but those nearby attacked her legs with burning beams and slashing crystal knives. They were tiny scratches to Kaiju, but Mend was quick to back her up.
With a loud smooching noise, the crystalline attackers were hurled back from Kaiju's ankles as Mend's forcefield came in between her and them and harmlessly absorbed the lasers. "Yea! Back off, you shiney jackasses!" laughed the redheaded tomboy. "You know I got  your back, Kai!" She patted Kaiju on the leg, the pink-clad titaness taking care to stand still a moment and let Mend kiss her on the ankle. There was a faint sparkling look as the healing effect of her kiss took place, literally kissing it and making it better.
"My thanks," Kaiju replied stiffly.
"No sweat!" Mend grabbed one of the shattered crystal aliens' arms and spun around to smash it into another's face. Just because she was the team healer didn't mean she didn't love a good scrap.
"We've got more incoming!" Star Striker barked out as she leapt up, acrobatically catching one of the charging golems' heads between her legs and flipping it over to shatter a chunk of it against the ground. "Can we get some cover on the portal?!"
"Anything for you, chica!" Tropica spotted the few small gardens and trees that line the city street, pointing stylishly at the alien gateway. "PUERARIA MONTANA!"
As the Spanish girl clad in the simple green leotard and a mask over the top of her face called their Latin name, kudzu vine burst out nearly every source of soil in sight and started spreading across the portal. Normal plants wouldn't have done much to stall them, but with her magic pouring more strength and even more rapid growth into them, the invaders were finding their portal turning into one big green fishing net.
One more managed to force its way through the web of mystical vines, but it was a doozie. It was even bigger than Kaiju and dotted with spikes and bulged that equated to armor on these creatures. It let out a mouthless bellow as the girls sized it up together.
Diva floated down on a shimmering yellow platform before she broke her note to speak, letting it vanish from sight. "Looks like they're startin' to take us seriously."
"Good!" Mend hissed, beating her fist into her palm. "Finally get the big one!"
"Aye. It is as though five jotuns atop one another," Sig Rune added as she stepped up. She glanced over it before sliding her shield onto her back and drawing her mace to accompany her sword instead.
Star Striker was already done assessing the situation as it dragged itself through the portal. "Kaiju? Tropica? Do you see the glow around the left shoulder?"
"Hai. What about it?" Kaiju asked, kneeling down to be close enough to hear the team better.
"Is it magical? And can you tell if it syncs up with the portal?"
"Yea, it looks like the same kind of mojo," Tropica confirmed through her mystical senses. "You think that's the key?"
"Exactly. We get that and we just might shut the portal."
"Beats fighting the darn thing," Diva mused as she got into a ready position.
"Says you. At least you can reach him. Need a leg up, Stars?"
"Don't mind if I do," Striker nodded. Mend put a hand to her superhumanly pouty lips and blew a kiss into the air, creating a faintly visible bubble to go with the smooching noise. She tossed one after another, creating barriers in the air which Star Striker started to acrobatically climb and leap from one to another.
Kaiju rose and locked up with the giant golem, grabbing at its arms to halt it in its tracks. She grit her teeth and struggled as pavement crumbled under her booted heels, sweating in effort just to slow it down.
"DIONAEA MUSCIPULA!" A long vine shot up her legs, shivering from the odd sensation of it rapidly growing along her body and up her arm. As it reached her wrist, the vine sprouted a pair of oversized venus flytraps that started chomping off pieces of the golem's chest. It gave another echoing bellow as it recoiled, granting Kaiju a moment to smash her fist into its midsection and knock it back a few thundering paces.
Diva hit another long, piercing note, summoning several huge chains of her solidified sound to wrap around its arms and legs to trap it in place.
"Ha! T’is bound as Fenrir!" Sig laughed as she leapt from the nearby rooftop. She landed on its struggling arm, bracing her booted feet and smashing her mace onto it until cracks and chunks sprang from its glowing target. The golem gave another raging roar and pulled its arm hard enough to send Sig Rune flying and crashing into a small crater a block away. She'd be fine, so more importantly, she'd torn open a huge piece of its crystal shell. Mend conjured one more barrier for Striker to bound off of, diving down and kicking straight inside, vanishing for a few moments before the creature crumbled and its portal faded to the cheers of the six teenagers who formed the Teen Queens.
"That was amazing!" Mend laughed as she shook her head, shedding concrete dust and pink crystal alike. "That sucker was like BOOOOHDJ!"
"Indeed," Sig Rune said plainly a nod, sitting on the floor of the abandoned warehouse casually. It was one of their favored places to stash civilian clothes, and there were several rooms so they could have a bit of privacy when swapping costumes. Of course, dressed as she was, Tropica wasn't especially shy about anything she was wearing.
"You know, girls... I've been thinking. And I think the rest of you have too." Star Striker, known only to her teammates as Beverly Banks, always caught their attention. She was caring, generous, selfless and insightful. "A bit of a goody two-shoes," as Mend would put it sometimes. They were quiet to hear their de facto leader's words.
"How long have we been at this? Almost three years?" Bev went on. "And we've done a whole lot of good." The girls met that claim with small chuckles and nods. "But we're still in high school. We've got lives. We've got jobs and graduation coming. Candy, you've got a singing career, and Nan fell asleep during a test the other day."
"To be fair, I probably would have anyway," Anne added with a freckled grin. "But I get ya."
Beverly sighed as she stuffed her mask into her gym bag. "We can't keep doing this forever. I want to go to college and raise a family. I'm definitely not going to do that if I go out every night looking for crime that doesn't alway happen."
The group looked to Annemarie, who showed her lack of objection with a shrug. They turned to Sig Rune, who was very secretly Sigrun Odinsdaughter and the lost valkyrie from the realm of the gods. If any would resent putting away the costumes, it would be the battle-hungry demigoddess.
"You have all been mighty comrades... if not true divine warriors like myself." That had been an amusing first meeting when she'd misread the wanted ad. "But I do miss the land of the Allfather. I have enjoyed my stay in the mortal realm, but I should seek his wisdom and return to him," Sigrun confessed.
Kim, glad to be rid of the skimpy skirt of her magical Kaiju outfit, rested a consoling hand on her shoulder. "It doesn't mean we'll stop seeing each other."
"Are you kidding?" Candy smiled as she tucked the last of her Diva spandex into her backpack. "As soon as you're all eighteen, I'm buying drinks for everyone."
"But the drinking age is twenty-one," Beverly pointed out, even if she got a very confused look from Sigrun by saying so.
"I know what I said," Candy grinned wider, getting her a high-five from Annemarie.
"You're all some of the worst good girls I know," Carmen chuckled, hugging Diva from behind before grabbing Anne to drag her into it. "I'm never forgetting any of you locos, or the evil punks we've stopped from taking Saphire City from us."
The girls piled into a quick group hug before saying their goodbyes for the night. A few would keep up the superhero business for a little while more, but Bev had started the end of the Teen Queens.
Twenty years later...
The costume certainly didn’t fit like a glove, but as Beverly Banks still fit into her old costume. “I’m sure the shorts didn’t ride up this much back then,” she muttered, tugging on the elastic material under her cape. It left a bit more to the imagination back then, but she’d gotten married and raised two teenagers. Of course she’d put on a little weight. But the world needed more heroes, and the girls weren’t exactly the Teen Queens anymore. They would have to become the Supermoms.

Patreon Leak: Rubber Maiden

Sort of in my vein of monster-like girls and strange love, and the sort of limits and lengths that can go through in the form of a wife who's also a superheroine. I feel like RM's underlying insecurities were  a cute quirk and fun to write, and finding ways to describe her impossible stretching and shapeshifting creatively was neat. And for you who prefer fighting over straight sex and cuddles, you might want to check back in a few minutes for more of the popular Lily Max.

Tom Towers was a wonderful husband these last two years. He’s not the biggest guy around, but I always had bad luck with the strong types. He was the kind to go to work on time, respond to his emails and texts right away, and have dinner ready and waiting when it was his turn to cook. I was a bit more of a flake; I get guilted and chewed out for being late pretty regularly, sometimes with my hair in a mess or clothes on crooked. Tom actually had to sit me down and address it, and I had to swear I was just forgetful and clumsy, and would never dream of cheating on such a decent guy like him. It was all true, so he believed me, even if I had to hide the biggest part of my secret from him.
Julia Towers as he knew was really the Rubber Maiden, elastic shape-shifter and member of the Justice Force. I’m not exactly a leader of the bunch, but I’m a respected part of the team. They don’t have any other stretchy types on the team, though their telepaths and super strong ones can usually cover what I can between them. I’m a quick response unit, though, so I’m in the chain for text alerts when crimes pop up. So that’s usually why I’m late, but The Force pulls some strings for me if I ever get in too much trouble.
I keep things a secret from him for the usual reasons that The Force encourages; the whole hostage thing, mostly, and to keep ourselves more willing to leap into action psychologically. If Julie is Julie and Rubber Maiden is Rubber Maiden, that crossover won’t keep me wondering if I put the dishes away when I’m dodging fireballs and catching falling civilians. I have to admit, the whole thing is sort of exciting. I get to feel like a spy when I make my excuses, and having my harmless secret adds a little spice in the bedroom. I don’t really use my powers for anything normally anyway. There’s no telling when he might walk in on me, so I can’t exactly grab the frying pan across the kitchen with my rubber arm. But I’ll admit, I might have expanded or shrunk a little now and then if a dress didn’t quite fit like I expected...
I end up busting some bank robbers before I’m home for dinner one night. It helps to have a body that wiggles in every direction and bounces bullets off my skin, so I wrapped them up in my arm before slingshotting them into a squad car. I ran to hurry home and drop a little catchphrase: “Glad to help, but I gotta bounce!” I was so proud of that one! I hope it’s in the papers.
When I get to the house, I realize I forgot to leave myself a change of clothes in the secret spot under the bushes (I told you I wasn't lying about being forgetful). I give a little curse (even if Tom tells me that "shucks" isn't a curse), but I've screwed this up before. Easy fix! I just go in the bedroom window, change into civilian clothes, then stretch back down to the front door like nothing happened.
As I pick out some clothes and fix my hair, I get distracted by myself in the mirror. The Rubber Maiden outfit was built for practicality, so it's tight and utilitarian red and white spandex. Some of the other heroes have armor or gadgets, but this suits me perfectly for clinging to my body and not snagging on something when I'm stretching across a city block. It also hugs around the hips and other curves in a way that I think looks pretty good on me. It's embarrassing to find posts with collections of photos from my appearances that show off my ass, but it's also kind of flattering. I give my booty a wiggle for the mirror, smiling proudly under my eye-concealing mask and slightly curled red hair.
"Still got it," I chime quietly, but pull too hard getting my blouse out of the closet. I jump as a few of the metal hangers hit the floor and clang off of each other. I freeze when I hear Tom call up to me.
"Jule? You upstairs?"
I grab the clothes quickly and consider not saying anything, but I end up calling back. "Yea, it's me, hon!" I try to hurry out of my boots and gloves, struggling with the buckles.
"I didn't hear you come in. Are you alright?"
Tom, you are a sweety, but not freaking now... "Yea, I just really... really needed to change," I grunt. My foot gets stuck in a boot before I get fed up and shrink it by a few shoe sizes, sliding it right out and poofing it up to full size again.
"You need any help? Dinner's ready." I can hear him coming up the stairs! Curse his sweetness and caring nature!
"Oh, no! Just... haha! Just taking my time with it. Stubborn bra, y'know? I'm just changing, so don't-" The door opens quicker than I thought. Oh right. Married. He's seen me naked dozens of times. He catches me with a foot braced on the bed, thighs spread and with a shoulder strap of my spandex pulled down. I freeze there, halfway out of my super suit, blushing all over my entire face. "Hey... sweetie..." I mutter.
My sweet and kind and oh-so cute husband steps into our bedroom. "This isn't a kinky thing. Is it, Jules?"
I sigh and reach across the twenty feet across the room to shut the door behind him. "No... not really. Just... don't be mad."
He rolls his eyes and sits on the bed, patting the spot next to him. I trot over and try to fight off the blush as I sit next to him, but he puts his arm around my waist. "Why would I be mad?" he asks softly.
"Because I'm a superhero and didn't tell you," I squeak tinily. Guns and evil geniuses, sure. Guilt I'm not so good with.
"Was it the secret identity thing? Keeping me safe and everything?" I nod and he goes on. "Yea, that sounds like something you'd do. I just don't get it. You're really Rubber Maiden?"
“Yea," I admit, leaning my head on his shoulder. There's no reason to really hide it anymore, so I stretch out to toss the clothes back on a chair by the corner.
"But Maiden has long hair.” Tom sighed at the realization. “Oh. It’s just a wig, isn’t it?”“Well, no…” I grab the edges of my hair and pull down, stretching it down to my waist. It gives a slight springing noise, but stays stretched down to the overly long hair.
"And here I always thought you were just flexible," he muttered as he looks me over.
I lift off the eye mask, at least, smiling meekly. "So... you're not mad."
"No. It just explains a lot. You should've told me." He gives me a slight squeeze at the waist, and he looks surprised when my stomach pulls a little closer to him as I don't resist it like I normally have to. To be honest, being fully elastic is much more natural feeling to me. Staying in human shape makes it feel... constricting. Like really tight pants you wear all day and then get to be free at the end of the day.
"I know," I sigh. "But the secret identity! If they found out who I was, they could come get you!"
"If they took off your mask and found out who you are, they could Google your friends and family anyway. Telling me isn't going to change that."
Dang. He has a point. "Well, it's a secret, okay? You can't tell anyone else."
"Tell them what?" he smiled, kissing me on the lips. "I still don't know what you do at your actual job enough to talk about it."
"I keep the spreadsheets filed and in order for... nevermind." I smile and kiss him back a little longer. "It feels good to let someone in on it anyway."
"So what's it all like?" he asks. "The super life, the... powers. Where'd they come from?"
"Oh, just genetics. Mutation. Like that lady working at the grocery store with ice powers. I've been at this stuff since I was ten." I stretch my leg out off the bed, extending it about ten feet off before curling it around in a loop, tapping him on the nose with my toe. "I'm kinda getting good at it these last few years."
"I see," he says, tickling the extended foot as I giggle next to him. I stretch my neck out in front of him and kiss him on the lips as he takes my chin gently. "Well dinner's getting cold. How about we eat and talk?"
"Sure thing, handsome," I giggle. I snap back into place and start to undress, but he stays to watch me the whole while. I turn it into more of a little striptease, even if I have absolutely no experience in doing them. At least I have plenty of wiggle and jiggle to it.
We talk it out over dinner, and I tell him everything. My recruitment to The Force, my hero training under She-Beast, that time I saved everyone from the ultrasonic fiend The Vibrator, that time I helped knock out a god of destruction... wow, when I put it like that, it sounds like I'm a big deal. He's such a great listener to hear me ramble through it all, and I keep feeling like I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have someone so understanding.
Tom and Julia powers
That night, we cuddle on the couch, relaxing with a few drinks while I tell the last of my big stories. He wants to hear more, but it's getting late. We get to bed as I wrap my waist around him like a python, walking ahead of him to lead him upstairs. He laughs as I grin mischeviously and take him into the bedroom before I unwind and let him drop into bed. I think he gets that I'm in a playful mood and lets me take the lead. I get on top of him and we start kissing intensely. I can feel his erection through his pants, pressing against my hips. I start breathing heavy, and he touches one of my breasts.
"You okay?" he asks quietly. I look down to see what he means, my tits growing several inches in diameter and gone up a few cup sizes. I'm practically spilling out of my bra and my shirt is ready to tear. I forgot just how easily I can stretch when I'm not thinking about it.
"Yea... yea, it's fine," I smile widely. "Why? You like it?" I sit up, still straddling his hips while I put my hands behind my head and jiggle the puffed up tits for him. He grins back, cupping my oversized and extra sensitive breasts in his hands.
"I like it... but do you think you'd be more comfortable in something else?"
"Like what? Oh... ohhhhhh. You think so?" I flatten out my legs and wrap them around his waist, pulling my hips more tightly against his crotch and feeling his member up against me. "You want a visit from the Maiden?" I coo to him. "Because I think I could arrange a visit."
He smiles and kisses me back firmly. "I could see it... if you don't think she'd mind. And if you won't get jealous."
"Ohh, I'll get jealous alright," I giggle, the wine talking for me a bit as I slip down to my knees. I tug his pants down and start to kiss over his shaft. He just grunts and leans back on the bed as I wrap my lips around his head and suck noisily on the sensitive tip. "You're my man after all. No naughty, dirty super slut is going to take my cock away."
He's a moaning mess, barely able to meet my eyes. "You think she is one of those types?" he asks breathlessly.
"Ohhh, I know she is." I grin and pop my lips off of his shaft, softly stroking his wet cock in my slick hand. "She's a reaaaal kinky girl. She likes it extra freaky. Now don't go anywhere..." I speak in a singsong voice as I stride back to my closet. I usually have it in a hidden compartment in the back, but we left it hanging up off to one side since he already knows. The whole time I'm dressing, I have my arm stretched across the room between me and the closet, still slowly pumping his cock just how he likes it, but not enough to push him over the edge.
While I slip on the costume (it takes an extra minute to stuff my blown-up boobs into the top, but luckily it's as stretchy as I am), I keep peeking over to make sure it's not too weird for him. He's just watching me in return, this glassy look in his eye that he gets when he's real turned on. I decide to test the waters with some of the weirder uses of my powers; I make a kissy face at him, then stretch my lips out towards him to kiss his cheek.
I've always had these big pouty lips that I got made fun of when I was little, but he always just called them "extra kissable." Now they're stretched some twenty feet to reach him, my batting bedroom eyes looking down them at him. He smiles and kisses them back, my extended mouth smiling before I bend it over to start sucking him off from across the room. I reel the arm back in to finish getting dressed while I keep teasing him with my elongated lips and tongue that could deepthroat him without even reaching my throat.
I walk back towards him, reeling in my lips as I get closer. It's hard to tell what it feels like in there, but he squirms and grips the sheets. Either it feels especially good to have some kind of shapeshifting suction down there, or I'm hitting on some kind of secret fetish of his. Granted, I do tend to move some weight around whenever I put on the Rubber Maiden outfit. It's nothing too much, but I started so I could throw off anyone who might recognize my figure. I thin my waist a couple inches, puff out my chest (though normally not to this ridiculous level) and fill out my hips and thighs a bit. If I'm going to be wearing a skintight outfit where nobody knows who I am, I might as well make it look good. It just sort of turns on instinctively when I put on the suit now, and I can see his eyes go over my figure.
I'm all mask and spandex when I come back to the bed, sitting on his lap and wiggling my rubbery butt against him. I bite my lip as I turn around to face him, rotating 180 degrees at the waist with the faint stretching noise of my costume. "Is this too weird for you?" I ask sheepishly. "You can tell me if it's too weird."
Tommy looks at me like it wasn't weird until I asked that. He takes me by the chin and pulls me into a soft kiss, my neck stretching out to follow his guiding hand away from my shoulders. "You're perfect. You always were," he tells me, and I would just melt if that was one of my powers. He hugs me around the waist, pulling me tighter against him. His firm hands squish my thin, twisted waist even thinner and push my ass against his erectionDon't get me wrong: Tom is a sweet guy, and this is the first time he's seen me stretch like this, but we've gotten kinky in the bedroom before. There's still a set of handcuffs and a riding crop in the closet from our 5 year anniversary of our meeting. I can only tease him so much before she grabs both of my oversized boobs, squeezing and squishing them out of shape like a pair of stress balls. My stretchy spandex-wrapped skin slips through his fingers as I relax my body against him, touching me in this freeing, intimate new way.
I pull aside the crotch of my crimefighting costume to mounttake him inside me, stretching my wound-up spine like a bridge as I push him onto his back. I end up in a twisted cowgirl position, bouncing my ass to drive his cock into my pussy while I'm bent around to let him kiss and fondle me.
"Always bending over backward for me, huh?" Tom mutters, and I let loose a snorting laugh that almost breaks my concentration. He pinches my nipples and rolls them between his fingers, making them start to stretch further away from my chest until they're a few inches long. I can handle punches and bullets, but the tender tips of my tits being pulled gets a desperate moan out of me.
"It looks like I've got Rubber Maiden right where I want her." He smiles at me devilishly as he watches me bite my lip. You can't really be a masochist and fight crime as a heroine (except for The Sexorcist, I guess), but he knows I like a little dominance in bed when I'm in the right kind of mood.
"That's what you think," I purr back, flexing my thighs experimentally. It tightens my pussy around him, but with a few tries, I can actually grab onto his cock with my inner walls. I contort my snatch to pump him like an internal handjob on top of my humping. It gets a nice big moan out of him with that one, and it's ridiculously easy to guide him towards my clit. She's been getting nice and hard, and while I'm aware of it, I'm surprised at how big it's gotten. It feels bigger than my thumb since I let go of controlling my powers.
We grind and hump like it's a race, sweating heavily as he pulls down on my costume. He exposes my tits and pushes one of the big girls upward until the nipples (which thankfully fell back to normal size without him stretching them) poke up at my face. I wrap my mouth around it and start to tongue and kiss it, and I hear him give one of those big grunts that means he's about to burst. I assume it's my sucking my own breast in front of him while I'm still bent around to face him. Then I lick over my areola to try to show off for him and he gives another, but I feel something rub against my clit... even though it's vice versa. I realize that in all my arousal, I was controlling my clit like my second tongue, rubbing it over his dick and feeling his precum rub against it.
"Fuck, babe... Im' about to..." he mutters. He squeezes my tit out of shape and I lash out my arms, both of them wrapping around his to hold him down like I'm a piece of living bondage gear.
"And don't you dare stop," I groan, stretching and shortening my clit against his shaft to mix our wet juices against each other. It makes his cum shoot right over my clit, and that sticky warmth drives me right over the edge. We share this big, primal scream of pleasure together before I collapse on top of him... big time. All my muscles relax, but without that part of my mind restraining my elasticity, I find my orgasm is even bigger when I focus on it, and I fall onto him like I'm made of spaghetti. My limbs are too long and one breast falls to one side. I'm practically a small blanket on top of him, and I can just stretch my neck out to kiss him on the cheek a few times.
"That was... wow, baby," he mutters, turning to kiss me back.
"So... too weird?" I mutter quietly, still surprised at myself and the crazy stuff we just went through. Growing up being teased didn't give me the most confidence in the world, and even when you've saved the world, you can feel the most vulnerable around those who are important to you.
"Just weird enough," he smiles, giving my hair a gentle tug as he kisses me again. I giggle and kiss him back, sliding my tongue out to stay inside him while our lips part before I reel it back in a few seconds later.
Things are great between me and Tom lately. I don't have to make up excuses for why I'm late because I can just tell him about the crazy fight I just had. I can use it around the house to grab stuff off the high cabinet, and to talk to him or use the computer while I'm in the bath. I feel better than ever, about our relationship and myself, because I can really let loose and be what I feel like I'm supposed to be more often.
And of course the sex... I'm more adventurous, and Rubber Maiden has made a few surprise appearances for our roleplayed "affairs" and "adventures" together.
When I come back home for Valentine's Day and we've had our dinner and presents, we go back into the bedroom.
"What are you feeling tonight?" he offers as he takes off his tie. "Should I play a villain agan, or you just want to get loose and see what happens?"
"Well, there's this one trick I've been thinking of... I mean, more for crime fighting, but I think it'll work here." He nods for me to go on, and I take a big breath. It takes a lot of focus to start it, but once it's going, I'm surprised at how easy it is to maintain focus. I stretch myself out sideways, then sculpt and bend the extra flesh while I bring mine back into shape. It's all kind of like working clay, just with your mind and entire body. There's a thin thread of me between my main body and the other piece I made. It's shape just like me, if a little lighter because of how my weird mass works. I grab the costume and a few seconds later, it looks just like he has both Julia Towers and Rubber Maiden in the room together with him.
"Wow... best of both worlds," he smiles, maybe more impressed than he is horny from it. That is, until I step up and we both start to climb on top of him for our two-person threesome.
"So what's all this I hear about your affair with Rubber Maiden?" I tease.

Mercs vs Ninjas 4: Finale! The Super Showdown

finale of the series that I forgot to post for what must be a couple years now. brings Katsumi and the super women's fight to a big finale. In case you missed it, I'm posting both parts in a row here, so there's another update right below this one.


The winds blew behind Katsumi's ship, carrying it swiftly over the waters. It was a long way from Wonder Lady's island to her village in Japan, but she had a few small factors in her favor. For one, both her chi and the very spirit of the wind were helping speed up her travels. She was working with the power of the scroll, and she'd never felt stronger or more driven than having just defeated a large army and their amazon goddess (self-proclaimed, but still, her impossible power had made a good argument for her point). And lastly, she had no officially required time to arrive. Faster was better, but she had about as long as her village could buy her, and while she was the shining gem of her clan, the best student of her teacher and the village's guardian, they WERE a hidden ninja village full of kunoichi. They had a knack for avoiding being caught and seen.

There had been extra patrols posted around the village ever since the scroll went missing, and they hadn't lowered their guard while Katsumi was away knowing the thieves were still out there.

It was little surprise then that when the Siryn Unit's battleship came over the horizon, they were at least well aware of their approach. The vessel moved quietly for its size, but it wouldn't possibly get past their sharp ninja vision. Izumi raised an alarm just before a hatch in the lower half of the boat opened, sending a number of large speedboats deployed towards them at higher speeds.

The girls had assembled at the shore, variously armed with their traditional ninja weapons in the face of the more heavily equipped mercenaries. While the Japanese defenders were slim and quick, armed with their various knives, chains and swords, the invaders readied machine guns and pistols. They were also clad in practical but still highly fashionable gear, skimpy tanktops and shorts or tight pants beneath. Even at the danger they presented, they were groomed and styled to look as much like supermodels as they did killers.

It was this intimidating tactic that was part of what made the Siryns so clearly deadly. For all their skill and training, they still had time to maintain their looks. At the front of the lead boat, standing steadily as if some kind of living figurehead, was their squad leader, Agent Canary. She wore an outfit of black leather, with big blond hair that waved in the ocean winds flawlessly. Her arms folded under her big American breasts, making them look all the more perky and impressively overgrown.

The ninja had a few modified mortars, ancient applications of gunpowder used by their ancestors, but didn't dare bother trying to engage the more heavily armed women at a distance. They let them reach the beach, casually climbing out but still somehow giving off a professional air. Maybe it was the air of a professional model coming off a runway rather than a professional killer, but it carried its own deadly, catlike intensity.

Agent Canary stepped forward, grinning at the waiting and readied ninja quite carelessly. "I see you readied a welcoming party for your new owners," she said with a flick of her blond hair. Even that looked majestic on the toned woman in her tight black outfit. "Well you'll be glad to know we don't have to wipe you out! My employer has GENEROUSLY given an offer to your little village of foreign savages. If you come along with us peacefully, we'll allow you to serve on our unit! It will of course, be as love slaves, punching bags, and boot polishers!" she laughed, her underlings laughing along with her. "What do you say? Much better than being exterminated, isn't it?"

The girls didn't bother meeting eachothers' gaze, giving a quick commanding word. The ninja gave a high battle cry and leapt out at them, a swift and graceful show of coordination and synchronicity between the girls. They brandished their weapons, reading swords and pikes and staves, while others let a wave of arrows and throwing stars and knives fly at the invaders.

Canary gave a quick signal, her ladies just as quickly drawing and firing their weapons into the airborne ninjas. As their spray of bullets pinged off their throw weapons, they flew wildly away from eachother, harmless to either side. The bullets clearly outnumbered the outdated tools, though, so the girls had to be quick to bring up their weapons and parry them away.

Both forces came to a stop, still facing eachother. The ninja held tattered weapons on their hands, the hail of bullets halted by their swords and staves, but shredding them in the process. What blades hadn't fallen off entirely were full of holes, and wouldn't last two swings without collapsing. Meanwhile, the invading women grinned at them, their gun barrels smoking but emptied.

"Flimsy Japanese steel," snorted one of the gorgeous invaders.

Canary stood at their forefront and brought up her hands.

"Lucky you, I'm in a bargaining mood!" she called out with a winning smile. "We could simply reload and gun you down right now..."

"We'd bring you down with our bare hands first!" cut in Mikasa as the girl discarded her bow.

Canary pointed at her like a student with a correct answer. "Which brings me to my point, my slanty friend! I'm willing to have all my girls put their guns away, and any of you that dares to stand up to us, I'll take you on in single combat. That's part of your ridiculous traditions, isn't it? Honor duels, or some silliness? And if you can win, we all leave quietly, right girls?"

The mercenaries all smiled and nodded, or muttered some minor affirmation. "I'll beat you!" Miyuki spoke up and stepped forward, one of the taller and bustier of the kunoichi. Granted, as she stepped up, she found herself still coming a few inches and a full cup size short of Canary.

"Oh good! You ARE going to make this fun! Now let's see if your bodies are as flimsy as your weapons."

Canary's troop laughed at her insult as the chesty blond took up a fighting stance, feet smoothly sliding through the sand.

After sizing eachother up a second or two, Miyuki lashed out with her hand for Canary's head. "HAI!" She put all her focus and control into striking at the lead soldier's temple, hoping to put her out by her pressure points. Canary seemed all too aware of the technique, her hands whizzing through the air to intercept her. One grabbed her wrist and twisted it aside, and Miyuki would have yelped if the other hand hadn't gone right to her throat. Miyuki choked out a surprised noise before Canary lifted her up by her handles and slammed her down onto the sand. The ninja gave a soft grunt before Canary knelt and spiked a fist in between her breasts, when she fell still.

"Well, that's one," Canary said, kicking lightly at the girl to roll her KO'd body away. Her ladies quickly got to work, grabbing the prone body and stripping Miyuki of her weapons and clothing. "Who's next?"

The girls were understandably hesitant as Ryoko leered at the opposing captain of the Siryns. Reina stepped forward with a clenched fist, the lean little purple-haired ninja considered one of the fastest of the village. "Let me, Ryoko!" she insisted. "Miyuki was my squad mate! I'll avenge her!"

"Will you now?" Canary asked with a smile, motioning her to come forward. Reina came at her at a charge, throwing several of her famously quick punches. Canary leaned back and forth lazily, not even moving terribly fast so much as acting as if she knew where the next punch was going to go. She suddenly lashed out her foot, kicking the knees out of under Reina. She cried out and before she could hit the ground, Canary thrust out with her palms to smash into her. The move sent her flying back first into a nearby tree, bounding off motionless and groaning on the ground. Her girls grabbed her by the legs, dragging her to repeat the process of stripping her nude and tossing her into a heap with her teammate.

"I can do this all day," Canary boasted, stretching her arms in such a way that puffed up her chest even bigger. "I might have you all beat by lunch at this rate."

The kunoichi fumed, naturally afraid of the dangerous women but refusing to surrender so easily to any threat. Ryoko held out a hand, holding her girls back with the simple signal and stepping forward. "I'm in charge here. I'll take you on."

Canary smiled back. "Good. Cut off the head and the body will follow. Oh, don't worry, it's just an American expression," she laughed. Ryoko didn't return the smile or the laugh as she took up her fighting stance. Canary didn't seem to bother with one this time.

Ryoko moved in, throwing some kicks at her midsection. Canary backed away to avoid the attacks, Ryoko taking small comfort in the fact that she seemed to have to retreat to avoid them. Canary finally lunged in her self, slipping around Ryoko's leg and grabbing her by the chest of her top. She used it to hurl Ryoko into a judo throw, but Ryoko flipping to land on her feet. She grabbed onto the belt of Canary's costume to lift her off her feet for a throw of her own, but Canary swung her fist across her jaw, stunning her and cutting her off to make her drop Canary back to the sand on her feet. She grabbed Ryoko by her hair, wanting to slam her face into her knee but Ryoko growling and lunging at her, tackling her to the ground.

Ryoko landed on top of the surprised blond, mounting her and raising her fist for a finishing blow. That's when Canary opened her mouth, proving herself the namesake of the Siryns as she blasted a piercing scream out of her mouth, enough to vibrate the air. The invaders were already braced and away from the direction of the shriek, but the other kunoichi covered their ears at the shocking noise. Ryoko, meanwhile, tried to raise her hands to guard her face, but the force of the sonic scream blasting her off of Canary, and the shredding force behind it tearing the clothes off of her body. Ryoko landed in a crude heap a dozen yards off, naked and dazed. Canary got back up, dusting herself off as the ninja stared at her advancing on their leader.

"Cute. You actually made me use my secret weapon. And I don't suppose you have one left to use," Canary grinned, walking up to Ryoko and pressing the sold of her boot on her cheek, grinding her pretty face into the sand.

"That's the problem with honor duels," Ryoko grunted weakly, fidgeting under her pinning foot. "You're thinking of samurai. Ninjas were the assassins and guardians that struck by surprise."

Two of the other kunoichi appeared behind Canary in a flash from behind the nearby trees, raising a pair of branches as improvised staves. Canary spun around, roundhouse kicking one of the sticks in half and her boot heel crashing across its owner's jaw. She went flying as she raised her elbow in the same arc, crashing it into the second girl's arm. She shrieked as her arm bent and dropped the staff, Canary jumping and kicking her with her other leg to launch her into her fellow ninja with a crash. In one smooth counter she had stopped the ambush completely.

"Okay, so you savages don't play fair. I can work with that. Girls!" She snapped her fingers, the rest of the mercs charging in to attack the kunoichi head on, all bets off with their one-on-one game ended.

"Okay, so you savages don't play fair. I can work with that. Girls!" She snapped her fingers, the rest of the mercs charging in to attack the kunoichi head on, all bets off with their one-on-one game ended.

The fight was quick, but brutal. While the kunoichi were speedy and highly trained fighters, the Siryns proved themselves to be that and more. Jun tackled into one of the bigger women head on, only for her massive breasts to cushion the blow and letting Jun bounce off her harmlessly. She was promptly crushed when the big woman sent an elbow drop crashing down onto her belly. Tracy two of the ninjas by their breast, making them shriek before she swung their heads together to knock them out. Mai managed to feint around one of the mercs, jumping onto her shoulders and trying to bring her down with a headscissors. The woman was put off balance a moment before she grabbed her emptied assault rifle and rammed the butt of it backward to crack into Mai's chin and send her off, letting the merc redirect her weapon and slam her in the crotch with the same method.

Canary was content to watch her women work, and any bold enough to approach her went down in a quick flurry of blows without laying a hand on her. The girls were quickly subdued, and when they were all beaten off their feet, Canary whistled sharply, nodding towards the village. The mercs grabbed their victims, stripping them of their clothes and throwing the garments aside before dragging them towards the center of their ninja village.

Katsumi finally reached the shore to see that her people had done what they could, but were clearly outmatched. In the middle of the battered village, she could see the entire population of her fellow ninja piled up in a heap, naked and beaten near (or already in) unconsciousness.

She started to dash towards them when the clicks went off of various guns being aimed and cocked. Katsumi never slowed in her jog, the mercs hesitating as she didn't react to the unspoken threat. One of the snipers launched a warning shot just ahead of her foot, but Katsumi hardly paused a step to easily avoid it and keep going.

"Commander?" One of the women whisper into their communicator (and designer) watches.

"Just open fire," Canary sighed. "We can spare one for capturing most of the slaves in the process."

The forest and houses around the village exploded in gunfire, spraying on Katsumi's position. Katsumi drew her shortsword as she ran, flicking it about as she flipped towards her comrades. She also triggered her smokebomb, suddenly coating her as the fireworks she’d lit around the women’s hiding places went off, making them jump or shriek and fire in a panic. The bullets whizzed past her, and only their strategic planning kept them from hitting eachother with the dodged crossfire. Those that did hit were worse, since if any shots hit her, Katsumi let them.

The chesty ninja whizzed her blade into the way of those bullets, bouncing them back at their owners like a deadly tennis player. While most of the shots flew away harmlessly, some of them still connected. Katsumi bounced one particular sniper bullet off the edge of her sword, ricocheting it through the air back at its perfectly tanned owner in her perch in a tree. She saw it coming and shrieked, trying to step aside but it still sliced along her hip. She avoided a wound, but it cut through the elastic of her ammo belt and camo pants. They dropped off of her in an instant, yelping as she was left in just her skimpy top and panties.

Many of the mercs suffered similar fates, grazing bullets and wild rebounds "coincidentally" slicing long holes in their clothes, hitting between their legs in the wall behind them, or making their shoulder straps or bras slip loose from some precision cuts. Canary finally frowned and shouted a cease fire into her communicator, and the hail of bullets stopped. Katsumi looked like she hadn't broken a sweat as she approached the pile of her friends and allies.

"You guys okay?" Katsumi asked, crouching by them as if the hail of bullets hadn't shredded everything but her along her path.

"Kinda not," Miyuki groaned, almost dreamily.

Ryoko winced at the top of the pile, rolling her naked body to face her friend. "Careful, Katsumi. These bitches are trouble. And something's not right..."

"You bet there's not. I'm gonna make em pay for this," Katsumi said, beating her little fist into her palm, a soft little noise that made her breasts jiggle more than anything.

"Not them. These aren't the same ones who took the scroll."

Katsumi pondered this a moment. Wonder Lady had been the one with the scroll, after all, but the guards had reported several figures picking them off. Then again, it wasn't out of the question for ninjas to use the same tactic, hitting from out of nowhere to confuse the enemy about their numbers. Diana was possibly fast enough to pull that off, but she was more powerful than fast.

"I recognize you now." Canary stepped forward from her hiding place in the wood, waving a finger lazily at Katsumi. "You're that little vigilante thing. Katsu." Katsumi didn't bother correcting her.

"I've read the reports on your previous attacks. How you struggled just to beat those hitwomen, Cat Lady and Black Cat. Meanwhile, Widow nearly finished you off. Well I've got some bad news for you, little girl. I'm TEN times the fighter she was! She was an amateur with a power suit. I'm the real deal, trained all my life in unarmed combat and with the latest in kinetic-enhancer armor. I just beat a dozen of your girls singlehandedly, not counting how many my backup took down in my name."

Katsumi tilted her head cutely. "Well that sounds familiar. So you're really more like a copy cat than anything. Oh, by the way, was there any reports back on my mission to Greece?"

Canary looked puzzled a moment and shook her head. "You must have got under our radar on that. We can't bother watching your every move after all. Now, your friends will tell you I'm a reasonable queen; strip down, climb into the pile, and we'll let you live as one of our servants. No more ammo needs to be wasted on you."

Katsumi leaned far to one side, as if trying to see past her. "Do you have a lot of ammo?" she asked innocently.

Canary chuckled. "Tons of it," she said smugly.

"Do you keep your ammo in your back pockets?"

"...not really."

"Oh... I'm sorry about your fat ass, then," Katsumi said as if genuinely sympathizing.

Canary growled and rushed at her, swinging her fist for Katsumi's face. She leaned back, avoiding the blow, but threw up her arm to block an incoming karate chop that followed. Canary threw a few kicks at her shins to put her off balance, Katsumi raising her leg to block them with her own leg but just barely each time.

Canary threw a leg sweep at her one standing leg, but Katsumi flipped into the air over her head. She landed behind her, giving a quick smack to spank Canary's leather-clad ass with a giggle. Canary just reached behind her with one arm, grabbing blindly but accurately onto Katsumi's top and swinging around to face her. She swung a headbutt into Katsumi's forehead, getting a surprised "Ooh!" out of her. She lifted Katsumi off her feet, swinging her to slam her into the dirt but Katsumi jerked to one side, landing on her shoulder to tumble safely and swing Canary by her own leverage, flinging her off her until her back hit the wall of a nearby house.

Dust and wood trickled down over her head as Katsumi burst in, jabbing her in the stomach a few times to make some more rain down. Canary grunted from the body blows, but then opened her mouth and released another cone of solid noise, blasting Katsumi off her feet and tumbling backwards.

She finally landed sitting on her butt, rubbing a finger into her ear. "Ahh, that's a new one," she winced, shaking her head so her ponytail wagged like a dog's.

"I told you," Canary smirked, wiping her lip. "Latest in enhancement technology. Even my lungs have reached a level of durability that even your muscles couldn't hope for."

"If it means breaking karaoke machines every time I want to do that cherry blossom song I like, I'm fine without it," she smiled. "I'm already a pretty bad singer. DDR was always more my thing."

"Then dance," Canary purred, drawing a machine gun and firing at her feet. Katsumi rushed at her, the bullets kicking up dust and sand as they missed her speeding feet.

"So you can dodge bullets," Canary growled as Katsumi closed in on her. "...just as I'd thought." When Katsumi came into striking distance, Canary suddenly changed her grip, swinging the gun to try and pistol whip her in the head with it. Katsumi stopped her attack and caught her arm at the elbow, throwing a punch at her but Canary dodging and letting her fist go through the wall behind her.

Canary thrust at her arm with a blow that would have dislocated her elbow, but Katsumi's hand pulled out again like a knife in butter to retract her arm. Canary still twisted enough to ram a quick elbow into Katsumi's chest, making it jiggle as she bounced backward.

"Oof! No reason to get jealous cuz they're perkier!" Katsumi snapped, throwing her own sudden jab into Canary's chest.

"Ugh! Like I'd be jealous of those mosquito bites!" Canary snarled. She shot her own punch for Katsumi's tits, but she expected it this time, grabbing her arm and twisting it around to bend her wrist. Canary grunted in pain at the quick arm lock, sucking up another mouthful of air for another blasting scream.

Katsumi saw it coming this time, her sharp ninja senses alerting her so she could go into a split, the burst of air flying over her head. While she was down there, she shot a fist into Canary's crotch, getting her to gag and cut off her attack.

"Boy, if that's all it took to shut that big mouth," Katsumi giggled, but the armor of the suit proved enough for Canary to throw a kick at her head. Katsumi rolled backward to avoid it, braced on all fours like a sprinter as Canary rubbed her crotch. She leered at Katsumi, but then smiled dryly.

"It's about time they found someone who can stand up to my power," Canary said with a sadistic grin. "Your little underlings couldn't land a hit on me, and here you're matching me move for move. I'm impressed."

"They're not my underlings," Katsumi insisted. "I serve them."

"Silly foreignors," chuckled the blond. "So what's your secret? How is it you're so much stronger than the rest of these commoners?"

Katsumi darted her eyes side to side, obviously hiding something when she said "Well... I have a secret to it..."

Canary nodded. "I thought so. Why not tell me? I can use it to train my women to be a fraction of your power." Her squad shuffled their feet and averted their gaze at the brow beating insult.

"I mean... it's kind of a big deal. You promise you won't get mad?" Katsumi asked impishly. Canary gave her a slightly disgusted look.

"Yes, already! Now let's have it, or else I'll let you pick out your annoying last words instead."

"I'm about to step it up to %2."

"What?" By the time Canary got that out, Katsumi became a blur of movement to her.

Now that Katsumi was putting some effort into the fight, she was twice as fast and strong as her opponent. She'd been a bit hopeful for something stronger ever since she beat Diana, and she wished she had the self control to limit herself to even less to make it a bit more fun. But as it was, Canary raised her guard to block her face from the first blow. By the time her arms got up, two more punches snaked around it. One slugged across her jaw, the other stinging into her eye. Canary staggered back in a daze, as if not sure which way to fall over.

As she did, Katsumi knelt down, grabbing onto her knee and hurling it to one side. It sent Canary flying a foot off the ground, spinning like a mid-air cartwheel. She spun like a roulette in the air, Katsumi winding back her hand. "Wait for it, wait for it," she chimed. "There!" She swung a karate chop straight down, cleaving the edge of her hand straight into Canary's pussy through her suit. Canary gave a sick gagging noise before being driven face-first into the ground, stuck with her ass and legs up in the air in a split as a tearing sound went off. It grew slowly louder, as Katsumi's chop had left a split in the bottom of her power suit, and the loud ripping noise sounded as her "pants" split open, leaving her red thong panties exposed.

"Aww, there's even a little Canary on the crotch," Katsumi cooed cutely, leaning in to tickle at the childish pattern on the villain's groin. It seemed to rile her up enough to fall to one side, pushing herself back up. She spat some dirt out of her mouth, trying to cover her ass only to find it impossible while maintaining a fighting stance. She abandoned it, blushing hard from humiliation and rage, then sucked up a mouthful for another screaming outburst. Katsumi was far too quick, and as she did, she swung a high kick, flashing her own panties as her toes smacked into Canary's chin, crushing her mouth shut with a clack of her teeth. She grunted and held her mouth, but Katsumi shot her kick into her lower belly, triggering her to scream in pain with her mouth forced shut. A noise like a tea kettle came from Canary's ears, her eyes bulging as she uncovered her mouth with a gasp of air.

"Wow, that must have popped your ears really good, huh? Good thing you had those super lungs!" Katsumi teased, hand on her hip. Canary was furious and hurting, so she drew her machine gun again to fire at her again. Katsumi kept zipping backward as high speed, dodging away from the path of her bullets before landing next to the treeline. With the range between them, Canary sneered. No way she could reach her from there. She was free to suck in another mouthful of air for a scream, but Katsumi gave a flash of her hands across the sand. She snatched up and threw a small coconut all in one go, the solid fruit plugging up her mouth as soon as Canary got the first squeak of her scream out.

Canary gagged as it fit perfectly in her mouth, clutching at her throat and trying to claw the coconut back out. Katsumi moved in while she struggled, getting into a full sprint before she swung her foot up, kicking squarely into Canary's cunt. The impact jarred her whole body, crushing her teeth together hard enough to bite right through the shell, splitting it in half. She spat it out and choked as she went to all fours, holding her crotch and retching up coconut milk.

"Aww, I would have thought you were the kind of girl who'd like nuts in your mouth," Katsumi pouted playfully.

"Kill... you..." Canary rasped.

"Work on talking first," Katsumi advised, patting her on the head affectionately. This feeling like the final straw for her, Canary forced herself to rise. Slowly, but angrily, she dragged herself onto shaky legs, charging at Katsumi. Katsumi let her take a swing at her face, leaning slightly back to avoid it and chirping "Too slow!" quickly before smashing a rising double strike with the heels of her palm into Canary's tits. The jugs bounced up, smacking her in the face before launching her into the air a solid 8 feet. As she started to fall back, Katsumi leapt after her, throwing a barrage of kicks and chops over her. Her entire body jiggled and contorted, giving out sexual grunts and moans from the high-speed beatdown. With one final smack on her ass, Katsumi rocketed her down into the ground again. The force of the impact combined with the damage to her suit had it literally explode off of her, the black leather raining like confetti as Canary was left in nothing but her thong, ass up in the air and tits half-buried in the dirt. Katsumi landed daintily on her ass, hands folded as she balanced perfectly on her fallen foe.

"Please tell me one of you are stronger!" Katsumi called out to the hiding mercs, even as she twirled a bit on one foot on Canary. The women burst into screams and panic, fleeing the island for their landing boats. Katsumi smiled and watched them go, allowing them to reach the beaches before she acted.

"It's ok. I can go to 5% for this." Katsumi seemingly vanished from plain sight, shooting through the crowd of fleeing mercs. She sliced and tugged and chopped in a few quick strokes for each of them, vanishing back to her teammates again within a few seconds. By the time the women reached their speedboats and jet skis, their screaming went up in pitch, and the other ninjas could see their weapons and clothes falling off of them, left on the beach in tatters as their naked asses fired up their vehicles.

"And take this with you!" Katsumi shouted, throwing Canary like a rag doll after them, sailing through the air and landing perfectly in one of the boats. "We don't care for littering on our island!"

As they loaded Canary onto her boat, she fumbled with the dials on her watch before she groggily mumbled into her communicator. "Send... them... in..."

Katsumi turned back to her comrades with a sigh. “I’ll find you guys some clothes and the healing herbs. We can have you….”

A shift in the wind warned Katsumi to flip backward, just avoiding a boulder that came crashing into the sand. She looked up to see two women in spandex, Power Lady and Super Woman, floating down towards her.

"She finally arrives!" Super Woman laughed. "Did Diana honestly keep you that long?"

"Oh, you know her power trip," Power Lady tisked, leaning her chin on one hand as the mere motion made her breasts balloon up against the hole in the chest of her costume and fill it with her puffy flesh. "She probably had her fight her personal army first or something silly like that. It's all almost as ridiculous as that invisible plane of hers."

"Maybe she's trying to hide all her wrinkles inside it?" Super Woman giggled as if their destruction of Katsumi's village was a chance to catch up on gossip with her partner.

"That doesn't matter!" Katsumi snapped at them, fists on her hips. "I'm the protector of this village just like my sister kunoichi! Leave now or else deal with me, you tights-wearing old creeps!"

"Says the girl jumping around in her pajamas," scoffed Super Woman.

"Oh, but sweety, that's exactly why we're here. Canary was never going to take this place by herself with you around. So we're going to clean up her mess and deal with you once and for all!" Power Lady visibly braced herself, rocketing towards Katsumi as she yelped and dove aside. Power Lady's fist hit the beach like a missile, spraying the sand around like a land mine had gone off. Katsumi landed in a swift roll, her chi already plenty aligned from her lengthy meditation on her little vessel. She threw a handful of her knives towards the both of the supervillains still in mid-roll.

"Says the girl jumping around in her pajamas," scoffed Super Woman. "Oh, but sweety, that's exactly why we're here. We're going to deal with you once and for all!" Power Lady visibly braced herself, rocketing towards Katsumi as she yelped and dove aside. Power Lady's fist hit the beach like a missile, spraying the sand around like a land mine had gone off. Katsumi landed in a swift roll, her chi already plenty aligned from her lengthy meditation on her little vessel. She threw a handful of her knives towards the both of the supervillains still in mid-roll.

Much like she'd expected, it didn't do much. Super Woman's hands blurred and grabbed the knives flying at her out of the air, crushing them like they were sculpted out of tin foil rather than ninja-forged weapons. Power Lady didn't seem to bother, folding her arms arrogantly and the blades connecting with her pillowy bosom. Even as her soft breasts jiggled from the impact, her steel-like skin deflected the throwing knives into the sand like they were pingpong balls.

Katsumi didn't have the highest hopes for her attack to do much damage, but it seemed to distract them enough as she'd kept running with her dodging roll. She was suddenly nowhere in sight, with nothing but the waves and gentle shuffling of the pile of kunoichi. Power Lady sighed with an annoyed tilt of her blond head, walking towards the nearby forest while Super Woman flew high overhead, vanishing herself into the clouds.

"Yea, yea, I got this," Power Lady dismissed as SL flew off, grabbing a large decorative stone nearby. She hefted the small boulder with ease, hurling it like a softball pitcher to go crashing through numerous trees, toppling noisily as the huge stone bullet flew through them. She heard various startled animals and some of the straggler trees tipping, but no sign of the squashed heroine.

"You can't just hide until we're bored, you know! There's no time limit on your ass kicking!" Power Lady shouted into the woods. When she got no response, she added "It's not my fault you've got crappy rocks on your pitiful little island! That's why we brought our own!"

Neatly tucked into a patch of shadows, busying herself with readying her defenses, Katsumi wondered what that was supposed to mean. Her sixth sense suddenly yelped a little warning, and she looked up. A flash of red and blue went by the air, zipping through the clouds and dropping a huge, flaming meteor at her.

"They can go into space?! Not fair!" Katsumi hissed to herself before taking off running. The meteor crashed not far from where she had hidden, and several more started to rain down on the area as both women got into the act, their high and distant laughter ringing overhead as flew up and down, snagging satellites and comets to sling down at her through the atmosphere.

Super Woman floated up into space, enjoying the quiet a moment among the void before spotting and grabbing another comet, slowing it to a stop with her palm before it went too far and burned up in the atmosphere. Her hair drifted daintily, never failing to look fabulous even in zero gravity. Came with the powers.

She scoured the battered forest with her super vision (not supervision), spotting the bit of red cloth sticking out from behind a tree. "Got her," she grinned to herself, tossing the space rock aside to go soaring down like a busty hawk.

Super Woman pulled up to sweep in quick and quiet behind the hiding spot, then ripped the tree up by the roots to throw it aside and grab the figure by its chest. They felt big and soft, it a bit more tender than she expected, especially when her squeezing was apparently hard enough to make them explode into a burst of smoke and gunpowder.

Super Woman backed up a few paces as a thick cloud of smoke consumed her and the woods around her, waving at her handful of the garment at her face and coughing.

"I have more than one shirt, dummies!" Katsumi called echoing somewhere in the haze. "You sure you have super senses if you just tried to feel up a scarecrow with smoke bombs for boobies?!"

Super Lady growled and swung blindly in one direction, shattering a stone but missing everything else. She floated in one direction to try and find her, or at least to get out of the smog. Her super durable body barely noticed when her boots hit the tripwire, triggering the foot snare to tighten around her leg and flip her upside down, cape drifting beneath her.

"What the... you little rat!" she snapped, easily tearing her leg free of the chord and floating rightside up again.

"Rats are the ones who wind up in the traps," Katsumi's voice chimed right behind her. Super Lady turned and swung a fist, only to shatter a tree rooted there into splinters. She growled at the slippery ninja, throwing her voice in the smoke to confound her.

Unfortunately for the villainess, Power Lady heard the same voice and hurled another boulder their way. It shattered across her back and head, splashing her with gravel as she barely moved an inch, as if she were hit by a snowball instead of a half-ton of rock.

"Would you watch where you throw those things!" Super Lady shouted back at her with her super powerful lungs. The booming noise and burst of air blew away the lingering smoke from the burst.

"Fine, fine," sighed Power Lady back. "It's not like  you can't take it." Super Lady brushed the chunks of earth off her hair and cape, picking some out of her cleavage fussily while Power Lady took point. Katsumi had left a trail of footprints and snapped branches that her keen senses picked up, but she was learning from her partner's example. She kept her line of sight wide, her flight path a few feet off the ground and avoiding trees and cliff faces that would lead her into blind corners.

Eventually she reached a clearing with a river running through it. Sparse rocks and small plant life, but not much else. More importantly, there was no evident sign or trail of Katsumi, at least that she could pick up. She floated over the river, scanning the trees for the smallest movement. Apart from a gentle wind, all the animals had fled at the start of the battle, so nothing stirred. Various leaves and debris drifted down the river harmlessly from all the damage done, so what was one more reed floating through it?

Katsumi breathed through the reed among the others, holding her place in the surprisingly deep water as she finished up her work, jamming a few knives into the more solid bits of stone and earth. With tits like hers, Power Lady was not especially gifted at looking down to her toes to begin with.

The kunoichi burst up from the water, the hollow wooden pipe still in her mouth as she grabbed Power Lady by the hole in her costume. Holding onto the sturdy woman, she lashing a steel shackle around her neck like a collar. Power Lady managed out a "hey!" before Katsumi spun around her, shoving at the back of her head and pulling tight on the chain of the collar. Power Lady was far stronger, but leverage and the fact that she was floating in midair let Katsumi shove her head under the water and pull the chain tight, linked to three more strong links just like it to trap her there.

Power Lady thrashed and splashed in the water, having more than enough strength to get free but having trouble thinking and seeing straight when she was cursing up a storm and spraying bubbles through the water. Katsumi moved with more skill and a pinch more speed than she did, so as Power Lady's arms reached for the iron chains to snap them like twigs, Katsumi would grab her wrist and slap another chain onto it to restrain her further. "You may be strong, but you can't be infinitely strong," the kunoichi declared.

"I think you'd be surprised," Super Woman commented, suddenly shooting from among the trees like a rocket and blasting a stream of red-hot lasers at Kasumi. She yelped and flipped backward, the heat steaming up a patch of the lake and cooking the fish within that section of the waters. Katsumi landed, a freshly skewered and steamed fish in her hands as she took a bit, giving Super Woman a pouty look as she chewed the morsel.

"You overcooked it," she said snippily.

"Apologies. I'll make sure I cook roast YOU to a golden brown instead." Super Woman let loose another few blasts of her heat vision, rapidly firing at the evading ninja girl. She started to retreat to the woods as she saw Power Lady starting to finally rip some of the chains out of their respective rocks. Before she could, Super Lady's heat vision seared a tree behind her, springing into a blaze that spread quickly to its neighboring trees. It quickly formed a wall of fire behind Katsumi to cut off her main means of escape.

"Congratulations." Super Woman smiled slightly. "You successfully outwitted us like a cartoon coyote. Are you ready to sit still and be crushed quietly like a good little girl?"

"Still? Quiet? You don't know me well at all," Katsumi said defiantly, taking up a combat stance.

Power Lady burst up from the river, gasping in a huge breath to refill her superhuman lungs as her wet hair clung to her cheeks and water pooled in her cleavage. She tugged at her outfit to splash the water from her tits a tight clothes, partly seethrough with the layer of water. Super Woman's smirk and snicker just made her seethe and rip a chunk of the earth up, heaving the 30-foot wide boulder at Katsumi.

The kunoichi had nowhere to run but up, so she leapt up and landed on the boulder, running over it as it flew through the air lightly enough that it was like running over the ground itself.

As she reached the edge of the improvised projectile, she saw Power Lady's eyes light up a bright green. She fired several of her own eye beams, blazing past Katsumi as she leapt aside to avoid one, catching herself on her palm to flip past another two. As she arced to avoid the lasers, a fourth clipped the back of her hip. Katsumi yelped and grabbed her bouncy bottom as the flesh came just short of being scorched off her cute posterior, the skirt of her outfit scorched off to bare even more of her hips and singed cheek.

"Ha! Gotcha!" Power Lady laughed proudly at her grazing hit, slowing Katsumi a moment before she kept rushing towards Power Lady. It was about the last thing she expected from the dodging, freshly hit ninjette, leaving Katsumi a moment to wind up her hand, the wind around it visibly whipping up from the motion of her hand, and then spiraling like a portable tornado as her chi aligned.

The move captivated the blond supervillain long enough for another opening, letting Katsumi smash her handful of raging wind and ki just underneath Power Lady's massive breasts. Katsumi's hand never touched them, despite how many boys might want to, but the explosive contact of the ki ball was audible as it erupted against her. Her breasts visible wobbled and distorted in place a moment before flying upward, smacking Power Lady in the face with her own enormous tits. The smack itself was audible like the swing of a slapstick, Power Lady's eyes widening in a daze a split second before the whirlwind force went off again, a constant barrage of force that smashed into her breasts again, and consequently back into her face once more. Katsumi held her stance, pouring all her power into the blast. If her body and her weapons couldn't hurt the superwomen, then their own bodies should.

There was a solid 5 seconds of raging winds and chakra in the area, rapidly pummeling Power Lady's face like a speed bag with her funbags. Katsumi finally broke off from the attack, eying up the damage. Power Lady's face was red with embarrassment and pain, rubbing her nose as her tits hung out of the distorted and stretched cleavage hole of her costume. Rubbing her head a moment, she growled "You dirty little... whoa!" She gasped to see her rack hanging out, also red where her flesh had smacked into herself repeatedly. Katsumi avoided cursing under her breath at seeing the white-clad villainess clearly hurt and annoyed, but far from being knocked out.

Power Lady grumbled, trying to stuff her breasts back into the opening in the bustline of her spandex. She looked more irritated and disoriented than hurt but sporting a few red marks on her face where her boobs had smacked into her.

"I always knew being too top heavy would hinder you in a fight," Katsumi called up at them, reaching back to tie the burnt off edges of her skirt back together quickly. It would do for now, but flashed even more of her booty and panties than she was used to by the fabric being stretched even further than usual.

Super Woman laughed heartily at her partner's expense, floating nearby. "All too good a point! I like your style, little girl. Far more challenging to squash than the rest of the pests so far."

"Then you'll go quietly?" Katsumi said with a suspicious glare on her cute face.

"Oh not at all! I just wanted to invite you in on the fun!" Super Woman smiled broadly with her pearly white teeth. "You could join up with us as we conquer the world! Of course, you won't exactly be equals with me. More like a sidekick, like Power over there," she said with a nod as Power Lady finally got her rack back in place, adjusting it fussily to get it perfect again. "But I'll make sure you get your share of the credit and power. That share being less than mine, of course..."

"Forget it!" Katsumi snapped, Super Woman folding her arms smugly.

"Oh please. You think your moral high ground makes you better than us?"

"It's nothing about morals," Katsumi said with a flourish of her hair. "It wouldn't make sense for the prettier and more interesting character to be the sidekick. Nobody would read that comic!"

Super Woman growled and cracked her knuckles noisily. "Ohh, you're asking for it, pipsqueak..."

"Try it, you overstuffed trick or treaters!"

Super Woman's hand shot to one side, tearing a tree up by the roots. She swing it like a massive bat at Katsumi, who ducked under it as a spray of loose dirt, twigs and leaves fell over her back and hair.

Katsumi leapt up past the attacking plant, giving a quick swipe of her short sword that tore it in half in the middle. Super Woman threw the remaining stump of a tree at her, Katsumi having to contort herself completely backward to let it sail over her, flashing her panties at the super women briefly before cartwheeling back up. But apparently in that time, Super Woman had decided to get serious and speed in front of her almost instantaneously.

There was a thick crack as Super Woman backhanded Katsumi across the face, her body still working on rising up and unable to dodge the powerful blow. Katsumi rocketed through the air limply, crashing through a number of trees before landing in the village. Her back hit the wall of one of the still standing huts, bouncing off and landing on her face in the ashy dirt. Even the perky kunoichi had to pause a moment before pushing herself back up, wiping some of the dirt from her face and hair before pulling out on her top, letting the bits of wood and ash that had gathered in her cleavage fall out at her waist. She rubbed her jaw where she'd been smacked, eying the cracked indentation in the wood she'd landed against.

She winced a bit just before a thick leather boot smashed into her head, Power Lady already floating just above her head and sending her tumbling sideways into the streets, dragging a deep and long trench after her in the ground as PL laughed after her. "No more tricks left, little kitten!?" she gloated as Super Woman floated casually into the street on the other side of Katsumi.

"Finally getting the idea?" asked Super Woman with a grin. "One little hit from each of us and your little body's ready to quit on you."

Katsumi stumbled to her feet, clearly a bit rickety but determined to rise. "I'm more surprised you could see past your own fat funbags long enough to hit me that many times," she defied, managing a smile even if her made her head hurt a bit. "And really I'm just wondering what makes a couple of weirdos do a thing like this."

"Well, the money's good," Power Lady said dismissively. "But that's just the half of it."

Super Woman nodded in agreement, a bit of a frown crossing her unbreakable and lovely face. "Yes. She's looking to dominate every military power on the planet. Not that we couldn't ourselves, but we're only three superhumans. We cannot watch over everything at once, and this is the closest we can get to achieving the point where the entire world will admire and fear us as we should be.

"I don't expect you to understand, though. You're a mortal, a normal person. We live at the brink of godhood, having to suffer at near perfection we can never totally reach. To be impossibly beautiful and not be seen by the entire world, robbing them of such a treasure constantly."

Power Lady smiled a bit after her concerned expression. "But don't you worry. Once we beat you, you'll have a glimpse of an understanding when we strip you down bare and string  you up by the rags of your former clothes, an example of our power to your people and all who find your ruined home."

Katsumi let out a high pitched little yawn. "Sorry, was that it? I heard the same bedtime story from Wonder Lady before I kicked her butt. If I gotta do a two-fer today, I can swing that too."

The super women scowled at her. "Unlike Diana, we did not bring weapons of our own destruction. I wouldn't be so confident."

"Oh yea?" Katsumi nodded towards a nearby wall. It was one made of metal, and full of kunai and throwing stars. Each one attached a variety of bras, thongs, tank tops, booty shorts, chainmail bikinis, and other intimate apparel. There were easily hundreds of them of all shapes and sizes, but admittedly most of them were on the "extra large" end of the size factor.

"That's my collection, not even counting the other girls. Most of them come from the Valkyries, but they're all assassins, thieves, amazons, soldiers, and other unwelcome guests that came after us and ours. Every time, they were bigger than me, outnumbered me, and claimed to be stronger than me. Every one of them lost to a little girl in the end. So if you think you're so tough, I think I've got space on the wall for two more!"

She took up a fighting stance as the women clenched their fists. Katsumi breathed heavily as she opened the cylindrical tube at her round hip, drawing out the ancient scroll of her village.

"Sorry, Amaterasu. Looks like I'll need another favor from you..."

There was a bolt of red as Super Woman's heat vision shot from her face, incinerating the ancient scroll right in her hands and leaving her with a fistful of ash. Even the playful and level-headed Katsumi had to stare agape

"No savage pagan gods saving you now," Super Lady said firmly.

Super Woman blasted at Katsumi herself, her ninja reflexes just enough to flip to one side and avoid a blast aimed for her crotch. She was so overwhelmed by that near miss that she was blindsided by Power Lady, flying at her like a rocket with her fists extended.

Katsumi gave a shrill cry as she torpedoed into her ribs, blowing Katsumi clean off her feet and smashing right through another wooden wall. Katsumi was briefly overwhelmed with the pain of the impact, but pulled herself together enough that when she landed on the carpeted ground inside the house, she shifted onto her shoulders and kicked her feet up into Power Lady's belly. The move used her own extreme momentum to catapult the supervillain overhead and out through the opposite wall.

She held her sore ribs as she clumsily got to her knees. She had to get off their radar again, use more hit and run tactics. Find a way to use them against themselves again. Her ears picked up on the sound of metal creaking, rolling out of the way as Super Lady stood behind her and smashed a spare bathtub like a hammer at her. It split through the floorboards instead of through Katsumi, spraying some splinters around but the ninjette relatively safe for the moment. She kicked at the carpet to throw it at Super Lady's face, hoping to blind her, but her heat vision instantly blasted through it, burning it up and ignoring the fresh embers like they were snowflakes.

"Not this time," she hissed, taking Katsumi by her ponytail. She screamed as she was lifted up by it like a feisty kitten's scruff, though in reality the super strong grip on her hair tearing at her roots. Katsumi's feet kicked frantically at first, then reaching up to grip Super Lady's wrist to relieve some of the weight put on her scalp. She swung her lean young legs up to kick into Super Lady's chest, her thick bust hardly budging from the sharp snap kicks.

“That’s enough of that,” Super Lady said like a stern mother before swinging her piston of a fist into Katsumi's belly. The teen crimefighter huffed loudly, her entire body arcing forward in reaction to the iron fist in her guts. It instantly knocked the wind from her, and like she had predicted with Power Lady, even the best fighters had to breathe.

She was barely able to register that she was moving, let alone that Super Lady pulled back like her ponytail was a handle and threw her by it out the nearby window. She crashed through it, taking on minor scrapes as she did but making numerous tears in her outfit. Katsumi flew a hundred yards or so before bouncing clumsily onto her side in the sand, bouncing twice before finally stopping.

She pushed herself up, wheezing weakly as she coughed fresh air into her lungs. Power Lady watch idly nearby, a fresh piece of red fruit in hand. She was already a few bites in when she bothered to blow out the flaming leaf attached, from the tree they must have blown up before obtaining it.

"Does nothing good come from this island?" Power commented as if to herself, ignoring the battered ninjette nearby. "It's when you come across something so bland that even your superhuman tastebuds are bored from its lack of flavor." She took another bite anyway as Katsumi kept trying to rise back up.

"And yet you still eat," commented Super Woman dryly as she followed Katsumi from the house at a lazy pace. "Expecting all that weight to go into your breasts?"

PL snorted a bit before spitting out a seed into the salty sand. "If the fruit did that, do you think these simple villagers would be the flat little Asian girls that they are?"

Katsumi scowled at her, Power Lady just smiling back and raising her fruit for another bite. Katsumi whipped her hand to and from her clothes quickly, tossing a kunai to skewer her fruit clean through. "It's a shame that your hips and legs are getting chunky too!" she snapped.

Power Lady paused a moment, turning the partly-eaten fruit over in her hand as if making sure the knife had gone all the way through. She picked it out in the quiet calm in the battle, looked the knife over as well, and gave a rather lazy toss in Katsumi's direction. With more might than skill, PL still managed to throw it fast enough to burst into flames shortly after it left her hand, speeding past Katsumi's face faster than she could register.

While Katsumi stared ahead in shock, she heard freshly crackling fire, looking down to see part of her shirt on fire. She yelped and swatted at it once or twice before swiftly slipping out of her shirt and tossing it beside the beach, the next wave of sea water putting it out. It still left Katsumi topless before her foes, still standing her ground.

"Poor little thing must be used to getting naked in front of strangers," observed Super Woman as she walked towards Katsumi from one direction, Power Lady by another.

"Yes, let's crush the pathetic little thing once and for all, eh?"

Katsumi started to back up a pace to ready herself, only to feel the water at her heels, surrounded by the women with no cover to speak of nearby.

"Don't fret. You were more fun than most of the mortals we play with," Power Girl cooed, Katsumi's eyes darting to her just for Super Woman to sideswipe her, punching her in the belly and knocking the wind out of her. Katsumi doubled over the fist, just for Power Lady to zip in and raise her knee up into her nose. Katsumi's body flopped back upward with a quick spray of spit and blood from her face, stumbling a pace before Super Woman grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face into the tide and forcing Katsumi's face into the salty, sandy water.

She maintained enough control to avoid breathing in much water, even as the stomach beating had her body aching for air. But Super Woman's grip held her down as if a boulder were on her head, and both women started to punch and kick her trapped body. Katsumi thrashed, clawing at Super Woman's wrist and kicking at their legs and sides, only feeling the toughness of their bodies as if they were made pound for pound out of kevlar. And their blows struck her harder than a normal woman could with a sledgehammer, contorting her body this way and that until she had to scream, just to choke on more sea water.

She felt herself pulled out, wet and choking and gasping miserably in Super Woman's grip. "Looks more like a drowning rat than before. See she doesn't die just yet, won't you Powers?"

There was another meaty THUNK as Power Lady smashed her fist into Katsumi's kidney, making her gag as she was dropped to the sand and spat up the water in her lungs.

"That's better, isn't it, you little twerp?" Power Lady purred down at her, grabbing her by one arm to lift her to her feet. She held her up in a crude full nelson, holding her arms back as Super Woman approached her, winding up a boot and kicking Katsumi in the crotch. She gave a raspy, wet scream at the impact, her whole body rattling as if it would go flying if PL weren’t holding onto her, and Super Woman just repeating the agonizing kick.

“Wonder if the little slut can even feel that!” Super Woman laughed in her face.

“Of course she can! Ugly little thing must be a schoolgirl virgin, or else she’d have started to look like a real woman!” Power Lady laughed.

When Super Woman seemed to bore of kicking her pelvis into pudding, she backhanded Katsumi’s face, whipping to one side limply and hanging there, breathing heavily. “She’s used up,” Super Woman sneered. “Put away your toys, won’t you?”

Power Lady nodded, turning Katsumi around to face her.

Katsumi hung there like a puppet with her strings cut, not sure what was just bruised up worse than ever and what was ruptured or broken. Power Lady hefted her up in front of her, hugging her tightly so that her mammoth breasts shoved into Katsumi's smaller ones, all but devouring them as the impenetrable titflesh rammed into her sore ribs and lungs, crushing her tits on the way there.

Power Lady flew into the air with her iron-like arms around Katsumi, crushing her body against her abs and face against her chest. Katsumi shifted enough to free her legs, sending her knee crashing up into Power Lady's crotch. She repeated it again and again, driving in with brick-breaking force, but Power Lady never even flinched as Katsumi's hardest strikes went into her most tender region with no effect beyond a thick thud. That, and hurting Katsumi's knee when it hit.

“Alright, bed time, you noisy little child,” Power Lady scolded, palming the back of Katsumi’s head and shoving her face into her cleavage. The thick and warm flesh flooded her face, the ninjette unable to muster the strength to escape her one-handed grip as the bearhug crushed what little air she had left out of her, only to smother her with the faceful of breast meat.

Katsumi let out a few wet, wheezing breaths against Power Lady's chest, blowing pathetic raspberries over her flesh as the super villain laughed before she blacked out.

She wasn't sure how long she was out, but she woke up naked on top of her ninja sisters. She'd had a similar experience when she'd first tried sake, but this experience far more grim. Every part of her ached, unsure if the beating had been that bad before when she could channel out some of the pain, or if they'd continued to beat on her after she fell unconscious. Either way, it hurt to move and she could see the distant, flying shapes of Super Woman and Power Lady overhead, talking faintly of something overhead.

"Wasn't really a challenge, was she?" Super Woman mused, looking at the pile of the naked ninja girls.

"More of a pest," Power Lady agreed. "Like how they say a cockroach can live for days without it's head. It doesn't make it strong, it just makes it especially annoying."

"Or fascinating, to perverts."

"Well, as a pervert myself, I have to disagree," Power Lady grinned mischieviously.

"Ah yes. Couldn't keep your hands to yourself on that one, could you?"

"It was precious, how the little thing was so busty for her age and inferior race, but still so pathetic compared to me."

"Well she's used up now. Nothing on the island worth the challenge, just as our little-miss mercenary queen suggested."

"Agreed. Easier to vaporize the whole place at this rate..."

"Katsumi?" The young heroine looked over on the pile, seeing that already resting next to her was Ryoko. She had been fairly high ranking in the kunoichi herself, and was more or less the one left in charge of guarding the village when Katsumi was away. And whether Katsumi was around or not, she tended to keep things going on a basic level, since Katsumi was more often busy training or playing around.

"Yea," Katsumi coughed out weakly. "Just maybe not at my best." Ryoko didn't look much better herself, all the girls nearly as battered as Katsumi in the heap of defending victims.

"You're our last hope, Katsumi," Ryoko went on, taking her by the arm in a miserably weak grip.

"I know," Katsumi said in a solemn tone, hanging her head a bit. "I guess I blew that one."

"Not yet." Katsumi felt some heat in Ryoko's hand as it rested on her arm, and started to feel a bit less achey. "Katsumi, we can still give you our power. It's not something we try very much because it leaves the others giving their energy drained and powerless. ...but then that's not a big difference for us right now. You can still do this."

Katsumi blinked at her in surprise, trying to conceive this in her mind. "But... but how? Even if I could handle all that power, I lost the scroll. Even a higher spirit on my side could barely beat one of these women."

"Because he's still with you. Maybe you can't see it, but he bonded with you before the scroll was destroyed."

Katsumi paused a moment, then looked down at her free hand. She noticed it was still clenched in a fist like a death grip, and carefully opening it, saw some of the ashed from the scroll still in her palm, burning gently like embers of a campfire that didn't seem to dim.

She sifted them a bit in her palm. "...think it will be enough to stand back up?" Katsumi asked with a weak smile. Ryoko nodded. "Good enough for me."

There was a sudden shuffle in the girls underneath her, all of them moving to grip one of their sister kunoichi. As they did, their energy went through one another, passing up a human chain into Ryoko who released it into the naked Katsumi on top. As it did, she saw the red glimmer overhead as Super Woman and Power Lady powered up their eye beams and blasted down with enough force to decimate the entire island.

The wave of red heat washed over the island, the women smirking down at their dirtywork completed. "Let's report back. There's nothing left to conquer left."

Power Lady nodded and turned to fly off when she turned back again. "Oh. Kendra, it appears you're getting careless with how tiny this threat it. You missed a spot."

"Excuse me?!" Super Woman huffed as if offended, turning back to the smoke and steam of the island, where they'd torched trees and boiled sea instantaneously. They did see a patch of land through the smoke, untouched it seemed. Super Woman frowned and blew a puff of air at the island, knocking the rest of the smoke away.

In fact, most of the island was safe from the blast. The edges and bits of the forest had clearly been incinerated, but a shimmering orange-gold aura seemed to float over most of the island, centered around the center of the village. The heap of ninja girls was still there, but standing on top... well, for one thing, one of them was standing at all. That was strange in itself. Secondly, she glowed with the aura that seemed to fill every crack of the island, giving it a golden glow from every leaf. Katsumi was no longer bared and naked, a ninja outfit wrapped around her similar to her original, but more... prestigious, was the word that came to mind. It seemed a finer make and quality, but also very old and weathered. As if a master seamstress had sewn it, and the owner had worn it for years and years, showing at the fraying strings at the sleeves that gave it a look of power and experience. It also made the skirt seem to flourish with every tiniest breeze, and with particular bursts, traditional Japanese underwear tied in place underneath. The back of her top sported a new kanji sewn into it that stood for "storm." Katsumi's figure stood like a torch in the darkness of the smoke, shining through like a walking sun with fists and a look of newborn confidence and and righteous fury to her eyes that looked ready to knock the sun out of the sky and let her golden glow take its place.

The supervillains stared in awe and overwhelming confusion a moment as Katsumi shone like a beacon for the universe to see against all they stood for, their greed and their violence and vanity, and their hearts skipped a beat at the cute little girl standing before them like a furious phoenix. At last, they shook their heads as one, blinking as the golden glow seemed to retreat back into Katsumi's body until only she glowed, and then nothing at all.

"Amaretsu, you showoff," Katsumi mused to herself, looking up smiling at the intruders.

Super Woman elbowed Power Lady impatiently. "Dirty little things must have used some magic to revive her," she snapped. "Go put that dog back down."

Power Lady nodded a bit, still a bit shaken but then anger crossing her face in outrage at the thought. A change in costume was laughable for the little one to waste her magic on, so she rocketed down at Katsumi. The kunoichi leapt off the other girls, making sure the fight stayed away from their defenseless forms. It was the least she could do as long as she was using their power.

Power Lady spiked a fist just shy of Katsumi's ankle, blasting sand up as her fist went up to the forearm in the sand. "Ha! Missed m-" Katsumi started before Power Lady's fist grabbed onto the earth under the sand, whipping her hand back up and smashing Katsumi dead in the face with a boulder she'd uprooted. Katsumi staggered and smashed clean through a house and out the back, speckled with dirt and loose stone as she blinked witlessly, finally landing on the grass opposite the house.

Power Lady flew after her, and before she could rise grabbed her by the ankle. She swung her overhead like a furious gorilla, hammering her into the earth and anything nearby, shattering a stone fountain with Katsumi's face that splashed her blood into the trickling water. With her berserk rage, she picked Katsumi up by the neck, Katsumi coughing weakly by the chokehold before Power Lady spun and threw her into the woods. She crashed through a dozen trees, shattering some while bouncing awkwardly off others like a pinball before crashing into the mountainside.

Power Lady huffed, sweating a bit after her outburst and blowing some of her blond hair from her face.

"Feel better now?" Super Woman offered, Power Lady's scowl darting up at her.

"As good as the first time I left the little shit for dead," she grumbled. "I'm finding the body and dropping a stone through its head to be sure."

Super Woman floated after her calmly. "She's a pest, not a vampire, dear," she sighed, but when they arrived at the mountainside, there was no Katsumi. Nor was there any sign that she'd hit the mountain, despite her speed.

The two looked at it puzzled when Katsumi dropped out of a nearby tree, tapping them both on the shoulder. They froze a moment in surprise.

"Sorry. Think I'm still getting use to this new form," she confessed. "Maybe it takes a while to get fired-"

Both women turned and delivered elbows to the side of her head, crushing her skull in between them. Katsumi's eyes crossed dizzily as her knees started to give out, only for each women to grab one of her arms and hold her up. Still driven by fear and anger from before, they started swinging at super speed, punching in her belly and breasts that had her flopping like a punching bag in their grip, hardly able to swing back before another fist shot into her. Super Woman finally headbutted her, smashing her down with such force that Katsumi landed face down in the dirt with a tiny crater to contain her.

Where she landed, Power Lady uprooted a tree with her hands and lifted it up, swinging it down onto Katsumi's back like a giant spanking device. Katsumi screamed out as it hit, and PL smashed it down a few more times before lifting it straight up and spiking the tree down on her like a huge wooden nail. It drive Katsumi down into the earth under it, and both of the superhumans flew up to smash on the top, driving it down onto her like a railroad spike. When Katsumi and half the tree had vanished, they floated around it a moment, watching as if expecting the tree to explode in more golden fire as she escaped.

Nothing happened for an eerily quiet minute, and then a bit of dirt shuffled by the tree. Super Woman turned and fired a bolt of her eye beams into the spot, only to see a mole run for its life. She growled in frustration at it, then turned back just to see Katsumi climbing out of the soil herself. She gave a quick shake of her hair, and suddenly looked as fresh as if she'd just bathed.

"Wow," she said, running a hand through her hair before the two baffled super women. "Don't let nobody tell you trees aren't heavy." She rubbed her neck a bit before rolling her shoulders and grinning wide at them. "So any of you cosplay rejects want to try that again?"

Power Lady swung a boot at her groin, though this time Katsumi's own hands flashed down and caught her. It didn't stop right away, and her arms shook to hold it back, but she stopped it all the same. "That's just rude," she giggled. "You always try to go upskirt, perv?"

Super Woman growled and lunged at her, first drawn back when Katsumi leaned back, avoiding the punch as it sailed over her and swinging up on Power Lady's leg. The limb flew up to crack into Super Woman's belly, forced to kick her own partner as SW wheezed from the wind knocked out of her, holding her hard abs and doubling up a bit.

"Out of my way!" Power Lady shouted, grabbing Katsumi by the hair and ignoring her stunned partner. She rocketed off the ground, taking the fight to the air. It seemed Katsumi still couldn't fly, squirming and thrashing in her grip. She actually twisted on Power Lady's fingers, getting a sudden shriek out of the blond as she lost her grip. Katsumi flipped to right herself in midair, landing on a cliffside on the mountain nearby.

Super Lady suddenly hurled another meteor down at her, smashing the entire mountain top and Katsumi falling with her eyes closed towards the bottom. Super Lady grinned at her hit, seizing another chunk of the mountain that had remains and squeezing it, shattering it into several more boulders to fall down after the sinking ninja.

Katsumi rose up this time, faster than the previous takedowns. Her eyes flashed a moment with that same gold energy before she quickly planted her feet and shot a palm out, deflecting the first of the boulders. She sidestepped a few of them, but mostly held her ground, going as far as shattering the 2-ton boulder coming at her fist a fist dead into its center, letting the rubble fall past her harmlessly.

"It's not working!" Power Lady growled at her teammate, dive bombing down to land behind Katsumi. She lunged at her to smash a fist through the back of her head, but Katsumi didn't look back as she threw up a free hand, deflecting the blow to whizz past her head.

"What the-?"

Katsumi answered by gently palming the next boulder and spinning around, using its momentum to swing it into Power Lady's face. The supervillain looked stunned and a bit light on her feet before Katsumi threw both of her palms into her breasts, smashing them flat a moment before the blond was hurled backward, tumbling down the mountainside.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you looking like she actually hurt you!?" Super Woman barked as she dove down past the (unwillingly) flying Power Lady. Katsumi put her guard up and blocked her meteoric punch, a booming rumble going through the island at the impact but Katsumi not even budging. "Too bad your fists aren't as big as those sagging boobies," Katsumi grinned defiantly in her face.

Super Woman grew red-faced with fury, grinding her teeth but her fist wouldn't budge past Katsumi's guard. "Then I'll have to try something bigger!" Super Woman suddenly flew up and away from her towards the mountains. Katsumi started to hop up after her, perch to perch, as Power Lady came at her, swinging fists fast enough to create miniature sonic booms. Katsumi's hands flew this way and that, deflecting them, but with such subtle grace that they made no sound, cutting neatly and quietly through the air until they smacked into the side of PL's wrist.

Power Lady fought on angrily, even as Katsumi sent out the occasional karate chop that rang with a bouncy smack against her breasts or cheek. Both went unaware as Super Lady reached the top of the mountain, starting to send hammer blows downward into the peak. Within a few seconds, she'd broken the ground level, and deeper still until she felt the rumbling heat below the soil. She grinned and flew back up, as right behind her blasted red-hot lava. "Move it, Powers!" Super Lady snapped as she burst out. Getting the idea, Power Lady zipped backward, leaving Katsumi to look at them puzzled until a burst of lava consumed her.

The women laughed as she vanished into the flames and molten rock, though it was a wary and relieved laugh. The girl was getting too close to matching their power. At the rate they were going, she might have...

"BOO!" Katsumi gave a childish ghost impression as she pushed both the villains from behind. They tumbled forward at different spiraling angles, Power Lady stopping upright with the front of her suit seared off by the lava, letting her boobs bounce out into view unhindered, and no amount of spandex left to contain them.

Super Woman had it worse off, as she flew backward and more blindly out of control. Her ass connected with the stream of lava, screaming as a bright red scorch mark over her curvy ass cheeks, exposed to the flames by her skimpy thong bottom. She howled and landed on her knees, ass in the air and rubbing and touching at it generally.

"Wow, it's like I'm at Ryoko's family dinner. Her mom's a good cook, but she always burns the buns too." Katsumi giggled at her own pun at the supers' expense, Power Lady turning to glare at her. She was floating just like them now, but a closer look showed she was gently thrusting with her feet, and the outlines of tiny tornadoes formed at her toes.

"I don't care how you escaped, I'm... I'm going to crush you," Power Lady growled, though a shakiness to her voice. Uncertainty in her goddess-like powers.

"I have the combined power and lives of all those you were going to destroy. So really..." Katsumi held out her hands, spiraling them slowly but building up speed. "If you're going to be controlling the elements around MY island, I think you're a bit out of your league."

"Your... not the scroll..." Power Lady babbled, wondering if the spirit they'd desecrated was possessing her body right now. It became all the more likely looking as Katsumi spiraled her arms faster, and rotated her body along with it. A controlled tornado suddenly formed around her as she reached some unknown breaking point, the air ripping around her and howling in its righteous fury in front of the caped bullies.

Katsumi suddenly thrust out her hands, the tornado bursting forward. It plucked up the two invaders, trapping them in super strong winds even their strength could not resist. They were thrown around in its spiral just before it swept up the lava, absorbing the wake of the volcano to spare the island from its damages. The invaders were not so lucky, with Power Lady and Super Woman having to fly this way or that to avoid flaming chunks of stone and lava.

What they were less successful at were dodging Katsumi. She seemed to dance on the winds, bursting in while riding on the current of its spiral. She blazed past Power Lady, kicking her across the jaw a split second before she kneed Super Woman in the stomach, using the cover and speed of the twister to sail between them and keep both of them reeling from the high-speed beatings. Power Lady tried firing a blast of her eye beams, the one thing Katsumi seemed to not be able to do so far. Katsumi shifted a bit to one side, swinging her shoulders so that her tits slapped the beam away, deflected to scorch Super Woman’s ass. She bounced up higher into the tornado with a shocked scream as her ass was burnt again.

Power Lady tried another, this time Katsumi rushing towards her. The beam flowed off her like it was a blast from a water gun. Katsumi flew right through the beam, grabbing Power Lady in a bearhug. She had to do it a bit higher up due to their height, meaning she crushed Power Lady's breasts into her belly, with her own resting on top of PL's and shoving into her face. "That's for the breast smother before! Just cuz they're big doesn't mean you can't clean out that smelly cleavage sometimes!" Katsumi scolded, spinning and forcing them downward. Power Lady couldn't even see let alone fly straight, hurtling roughly downward by the forceful ninjette. They finally came to a stop with a thunderous boom, Power Lady's crotch landing right on top of the mountain's sharp peak. She screeched in pain and flew back up, as if a cartoon character sitting on a tack. Katsumi smiled and watched her fly back to the top of the whirlwind alongside her partner, both barely able to breathe in their sudden embarrassing pain.

Katsumi eventually zipped towards Power Lady, whose big naked tits hung out of her outfit and various rips and shreds missing where Katsumi had delivered crushing blows. Katsumi landed a double kick into her crotch, getting a spray of spittle and a guttural groan out of the supervillain. The same groin attack that hadn't even made her flinch earlier now left her looking ready to pass out from the humiliating amount (and location) of pain.

Katsumi fixed her feet there, then springboarded off of her to kick off and repeat the move with Super Lady. Rebounding off her, she floated in the eye of the tornado between them, leaving them coughing weakly to breathe, heads spinning from the beatings, clothes in tatters from her mighty kicks and fists. The lava had scorched off more of the clothing as it flew around, and singing small patches of their long hair away into burnt split ends. The women with the beautiful figures and features of Venus were now beaten and humiliated, even as they floated in the midst of a burning tornado.

"Stop.. stop, no more," panted Super Woman, waving a hand as she struggled to breathe with her busted cunt and aching tits and tummy.

"I know you showed no mercy to my girls, but I'm sure they're too brave and noble to ask for it. Good to know you're not half the women they are, even with those cow tits. But you're to be judged by ME, and I'll see that you're given proper justice!!"

Katsumi appeared to vanish even from their super vision, really just floating quickly behind Super Woman. She grabbed onto her barely remaining thong, wedgying it up into the black-haired bitch's ass and pussy. She screamed like a child, pawing at her crotch to try and pull the elastic out of it.

"THIS is why you don't wear so much spandex!" Katsumi said as if a scolding teacher, and begun spinning around. She held onto the thong, ripping it in deeper and stretching the elastic to the point of nearly breaking. It whipped Super Lady around like a lasso with a slut at the end, screams echoing and spiraling around Katsumi as she was whirled around. She suddenly let go, letting her smash into the still staggerin Power Lady. The two smashed down into the ground in the village, leaving a crater where they laid in a heap, groaning from pain or dizziness or both.

Katsumi touched down nearby, letting the tornado settle down into a calm breeze. The cute teen landed gently, but the two beaten superheroes cringed away from the sight, cowering in their hole like frightened mice.

"Please no!" yelped Power Lady, shaking her pretty (and bruised) blond head, hugging Super Woman to her. Both seemed not to care that they were nearly nude now from all the burning and ripping, holding eachother close enough that their boobs mashed together.

"Yes, yes, please! We'll be your sidekicks! We'll do anything!" wailed Super Woman, but Katsumi marched after them all the same. They squealed and Power Lady made a run for it, letting go of her partner and hoping her super speed would get her back to the ship, or anywhere but here. Katsumi seemed to vanish and reappear right in front of her, running so fast and panicked that Power Lady ran right into her. Katsumi puffed up her bouncy but more modest chest, with Power Lady rushing right into them with her own, fatter tits. The big blond gagged as Katsumi's breasts felt like steel, crushing her own big boobs flat against her ribs. Katsumi gave a speeding knee into her crotch like a piston, and PL bounced off of her, laying on her side and gagging as she held her chest tenderly, rolling on the ground with her eyes wide, staring at nothing in particular as her mind tried to cope with the pain of Katsumi's punishing wall of boobies.

Super Lady tried not to move, as if Katsumi might not see her. She wasn't so lucky as the ninja moved to her next, taking her by the hair and throwing her over her knee. "You spoiled little girls! Just cuz you have powers doesn't mean you just do what you want! It's time someone taught you a lesson!"

With that, Katsumi's hand glowed with a goldish energy, smashing down against Super Lady's ass. It jiggled from the impact, each cheek flattening from the smack. Of course, Super Lady gave a scream as if she were a complex instrument, and Katsumi were beating the air out of her ass, up her spine, and out her mouth. She lashed her bottom repeatedly, the pain unimaginable to Super Lady as it was freshly scorched by the lava, and a lost fragment of her thong deep up her ass from the whirlwind ride. She thrashed weak as a baby as Katsumi spanked her to tears, rendering her from a near goddess to a whimpering child with the might of her combined sisters.

One of the few things left was the tattered cape that hung desperately onto Super Lady. The S was falling off, but it still stayed on, at least. Katsumi took that and twirled it around, tying the two women together in a few quick motions. The women squirmed, desperately hoping to escape.

"Get off me," Power Lady grunted, wriggling her mostly naked body in the dirt. "I can't get loose with your fat ass in the way!"

"YOU move! I can barely breathe with those fat things in my face!" she snapped back, shaking her head to avoid smothering herself in PL's tits. "And if this cape digs any deeper up there, I'm... wait, what's that noise?"

"What noise?"

"Use your super hearing, stupid," Super Woman hissed. "That's... more screaming? From who?"

A roaring engine began to sound in the air as well, and a moment later, the invisible plane flew overhead. The unbreakable lasso still held tight around Wonder Lady, who dangled below it and crashed like a slutty wrecking ball into her teammates. The rope fell free, but tangled the three of them together in its knots and rolling downhill... right into the ocean's waters.

The three rolled helplessly in the waves, arguing when they could get fresh air, and spitting out sea water more often than not. The three land in the sands at last, wet and dotted with sand and seaweed.

"You idiots," Wonder Lady coughed. "You useless little bitches! You couldn't beat her with both of you together?! I'll tear her apart myself! I'll rip her to pieces and feed them to my ravens! I'll fix my unbreakable lasso up her ass and thread her like a needle until I pull it out her mouth! I'll use her like a sex slave and then-"

A set of sandals landed in the sand in front of her, the group hushing instantly.

"Sorry, were you talking about me? I just love gossip."

"Nothing!  Nothing Katsumi!  I was talking about what would happen to them if they were to attack you.  That's all! You would rip them to pieces, and so on!"

Power Lady rolled her eyes. "Oh save it," she groaned, shaking out her wet hair from her angry, battered face. "Wonder Lady is NOT giving up and neither am I.  We'll hunt you down after this and destroy you and the entire nation of Japan, where you stupid schoolgirls and ninjas come from.  You can't stop u--mpfff"

Katsumi picked her up by the hair, stuffing a coconut from nearby into her mouth. "You ever wish you could fight better than you can complain?" Katsumi asked casually, charging her free hand with her golden energy.

Power Lady mumbled out a panicked question, eyes wide beind her mouthful of the hard nut.

"I'm just going to deflate those choking hazards of yours." She send sonic-speed fists into Power Lady's chest, crushing and distortin the bosom out of shape from all directions. Power Lady screams non-stop as long as she can, and when her screams quiet, Katsumi grabs hold of both her breasts instead of her hair, holding her up painfully as she claws the juicy meat. Katsumi focused on them, only admiring them a second more before she adjusted her energy, draining the ki out of Power Lady through them. They did in fact deflate a bit, shrinking in her crushing grip as Power Lady felt her Power drain out of herself.

"Ah! AHHH! What are you doing!?" Power Lady pleaded.

"Making them more of a handful. Boys don't like them too big that they can't hold them." Katsumi grinned and wound up, spinning and hurling Power Lady away like a shot put towards the water.

Turning to the next in line, Katsumi took hold of Super Lady's hair, holding her up and pulling back on it sharply. She screamed as best she could, more of a twisted whimper given her lack of air and incredible pain in her ass (at least, more than the incredible pain everywhere else). Katsumi used it as a brace to lock her hands onto her stretchy spandex thong, pulling back hard to stretch it away from her crotch and ass a good foot or three.

"No... no, what are you doing?!" Super Lady gasped, shaking her head. "I can't... no, not that, please! "Wait!  Remember our deal?  We can be sidekicks, remember?  No, I'll be the sidekick. You can have all the merchandising rights and..." she sobbed, tears growing in fear of what she expected.

"See you in Albaquerque, bitch!" Katsumi laughed, snapping the elastic back.

"AIEEEEE!!" It hit with such extended force that it his Super Lady like a slingshot, launching her out of her own clothes as Katsumi held onto the suddenly emptied outfit in her hands. The naked, screaming supervillain flew through the setting sun, right towards the battleship that Canary had escaped to.

She faced the last beaten woman on the beach, the warrior villainess raising her hands and lowering her head like an honorable surrender. "I've learned my lesson, Katsumi!  I'm tied up and won't do anything against you! I know when I'm beaten, and won't bother YAAAAA!" Katsumi worked on the rope a bit more as she talked, then spun and yanked it up, wedgying her hard enough to fling her in the same direction as the rest.

Inside said ship, the mercs regrouped quietly. They heard the screams and explosions from their battleship, but the figures on the surface were moving too fast, and the mix of a tornado and volcano all at once didn't help their scanners and radar, no matter how advanced they were.

The women who returned from the raid were given tank tops and panties for now, no spare uniforms packed onto the ship. Many of the other women were dressed in similarly casual attire, since their biggest hitters were out in the field now. Still, some clung to their weapons fearfully.

Allison paced between them, waiting for the news of Katsumi's defeat. "You'll see! Those two will bring her back to us in a heap of bruises and tears! I'll sell her body to the worst scum in every country, let them see what it's like to rape the weakling that calls herself the hero of Japan! And I'll use her every hole every night, remind her that MY soldiers, MY money, MY power is what-"

KABOOM!

The women all jumped in surprise, turning with assorted screams and squeals. They saw the cause quite suddenly, with a huge set of tits smashed through the solid steel on the side of the boat. The armor meant to withstand a small nuke was dented and torn inward, and a few of the especially jealous or bi curious girls immediately recognized the pair's owner.

"That's... that's Power Lady, right?" one asked sheepishly, seeing the hard nipples jiggling softly as the beaten heroines breathed heavily.

BAM! The women jumped again as what felt like a second mortar hit the ship, turning to see it was a second set of enormous bosoms. This time these had a cloth S stuck between them, though the scrap fell off weakly shortly after they connected, leaving them bare as the others.

CRASH! They jumped again as the set of tits, bound in a golden rope to squish out even further, spiked through another spot on the walls.

"All three!?" Allison gaped.

"Wonder Lady wasn't even here!" shrieked Valkeria. The Valkyries and Sirens backed away from the sides, unaware as Katsumi released a number of smoke bombs along the ship, clouding the entire deck and perfectly safe from their machine gunners and missile launchers until she was comfortably onboard.

Marie huddled among her underlings as Katsumi floated down to the side of the vessel, gripping a large gong. She swung one harshly, smacking into the ass of Power Lady countless times, then switching to a second for Wonder Lady, and another for Super Woman. The threw were spanked powerfully, their screams and the echoing chime of the gongs vibrating through the ship like a haunting, nightmarish symphony to the girls. Every so often, the sharp, loud battle cries and karate screams of Katsumi's attacks cut through all the noise from her powerful shouts. Kanji were carved into each of the gongs, spelling out between the girls "Justice against evil."

And that all seemed to be nothing but the background to their troubles, making the real, more immediate threat worse. At the first ringing strike, where Katsumi thrust her palm into Power Lady's back, a silent sound of shredding cloth came with it. Rebecca, a random footsoldier, looked down to realize that the vibration of the impact had torn her clothes to shreds. She shrieked like a frightened little girl, covering herself clumsily with her hands.

As soon as the second hit rang out, another vibration ripped the next girl nude as well. Katsumi wasn't just damaging the ship's hull, she was hammering the super women so hard that their vibrations precisely ripped the clothes off each individual girl inside. They ran and screamed around, but not even that seemed to prevent Katsumi's perfect aim and precision sonic attacks.

A double strike tor the clothes from Valkeria and Marie were left nude. Despite their initial hatred and hesitation to even work together, they hugged eachother fearful and naked from their unseen attacker. With the ship too battered and dented from the hits, the guns and engines rattled too loose to do anything more than its basic functions, Katsumi nodded quietly. She solemnly floated back towards her island to see to her friends and see about giving their strength back to them.

When the ringing in their ears stopped, Marie snarled furiously at her disgrace, tears in her angry eyes. "That does it! ALL our money went into this operation! I am not letting that... that BITCH just walk away!"

"Marie, please don't! Let it go!" Valkeria pleaded. "We lost! She's too much for us!"

Marie ignored her, kicking open the door to the command chamber. She slammed her fist down on the launch button, raising a large rocket from beneath the front of the ship. It aimed for the island and fired... a mere few hundred yards before a large, purple tentacle smacked it aside, erupting harmlessly in the middle of the sea.

"What was that?" asked Marie quietly, to no one in particular.

Katsumi giggled and shook her head as she touched down safely on the beach, far better off than anything left in the water right now.

"Ahh, they riled up Old Kaji," Ryoko sighed, shaking her head as she managed to stand upright at last, even if a bit shaky from giving all her power to Katsumi. "I'd say 'poor things,' if I didn't think they deserved it." The rest of the ninja girls helped eachother back up, and it would live through their history as the night when both heaven and hell could be heard throughout the island.

Old Kaji was the nickname the local fishermen and sailors gave the giant squid that lived in the oceans. It was something of a more honorable and familiar name for what was shorthand for a "kaiju," one of the giant monsters that threatened Japan. Kaji was "old" because he seemed more docile than the rest, though at least as huge and just as cranky when he was riled up. And true to most Japanese monsters and a share of their old men, he was a massive perv. Over a hundred of his thick tentacles overwhelmed the ship. Marie and the supervillains were the first to be grabbed, groped, and aggressively probed, but Marie realized she'd left the door open for it to fish in after the rest of the gorgeous women. Marie screamed as one of the tentacles squished deep inside her womanhood, just before another gagged her quiet as it slid into her shouting lips.

A few days later, the battleship docked in Japan, looking about ready to fall apart. The curious crowd gathered, half expecting an invasion while the rest expected a ghost ship. The women had nothing left; pride, weapons or clothing were all gone. They blushed and covered themselves with nothing but their hands and a few scraps, getting nothing but laughter and catcalls from the onlookers. It would only get worse for them.

As the police stepped in to find out what was causing all the public nudity on the coast, the pieces came together to the public. Videos leaked all over the internet, some from security footage or secreted satellite feeds of the island. The women being beaten and spanked, the invasion from the tentacles, and their naked march into Japanese grounds again.

The mercs had no money or reputation left, and even the supervillains were laughing stocks of the world rather than feared. The mercs did what they could to get by, mostly going into porn, or extras/punching bags in action movies, or using their pretty faces for humiliating commercieals and reality tv shows, or striking a deal to act as assistants in self-defense courses. At least it used their skills well, as they had to be tough to take kicks to the groin all day from excited middle and highschoolers wanting to grow up to be like Katsumi. Some of them even got to be supporting roles in the Katsumi movie.

Katsumi herself received all kinds of fame. Her clan was acknowledged as defenders of the country and its people, and received all amounts of fansites, movies and tv-series, and merchandise made in her name. She didn't ask for any of the profits, being a mysterious and unseen persona and all. She made her presence known just long enough to insist that her cut went to charity, and that she wanted one of the figures they made of her. "And tell them they captured my butt perfectly."

The ninja were known to respond when things got dangerous around Japan, their unseen eyes spreading wider and farther around their territory. Keeping the history and traditions of Japan safe, protecting its youth and making them strong, and welcoming the innocent to their lands while driving off the wicked.

"You expect me to believe that?" The British, busty woman scoffed at the old woman, who sat comfortably in her tiny woven stool, smiling over the savory-smelling warmth of her okinomiyaki grill just inside an alleyway.

Lana brushed the ponytail back over her shoulder, having fallen into the huge, tan cleavage of her tanktop.

"So the little girl ninja beat up an army of killers, then super Man, and then fed them to a giant rape octopus?"

The old woman smiled and nodded, certain she'd recited the story perfectly. Lana sneered her pouty lips, drawing a gun from the holster on her hip, just out of sight in the alley to avoid any trouble that she wasn't causing herself.

"Listen, you crazy old witch. I was told you knew about artifacts and treasures of the land. If you don't..." She thrust the gun over the grill at the smiling woman's face. "And you just wasted my time with all that drivel, then I'm going to have to vent my frustrations somehow. Now WHERE IS-"

A giggle rang over the rooftops nearby, Lana looking up suddenly. She didn't see a thing but a few fleeting shadows, which may very well have been housecats or birds. It was impossible to tell at the speed they moved. A few more giggles rang out like taunting ghosts, the faint sound of moving feet coming from above.

"What is this, you hag? Did you call them? Did you get their... huh?"

Lana looked back to see the old woman missing completely. Lana bit her thick lower lip, starting to back away until her back hit something soft.

"Treat your elders with some respect." Lana spun around, the smiling Katsumi behind her, having dropped the illlusion of her disguise, but the shawl still wrapped around her hair. Lana tried to raise her gun, but before she could Katsumi reached up, flicking her in the nipple. The force rocked through her entire body, hurling Lana backward heels over head into the alley, bouncing a few times before landing, naked where her clothes had been blown off by the force of the flick.

"Hey, Izumi! Tell the police there's Miss Tea and Crumpets here with an illegal firearm. Oh, and public nudity. Again!" She giggled as she turned to strut back into the street, vanishing among the crowd before her countless fans could recognize her as a vigilante, superhero, avatar of the wind goddess, hero to the country, or just another sexy little Japanese celebrity.