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Nabiki 1/2

Honeymoon Hentai

(A Very Scary Thought)

Written by Jim Robert Bader

Proofread by Shiva Barnwell

Based Upon the Altered Destinies Storyline

Inspired by the works of such fans as

Wade Tritshler

Richard Lawson

James Jones

And Many Others

Standard Disclaimer: This is inspired by the work of Takahashi Rumiko and is not my original creation. All characters belong to her. This is only a fanfictional work, and is not intended to compromise the rights of the original owners, distributors and publishers of the Ranma series. I have no money to spare and would very much appreciate if no one tries to sue me.

Ranma stirred himself from an exhaustive rest, feeling literally like he had been plowed into the earth like a proverbial tilling implement. His body felt both sore and yet wonderful at one and the same time, and he had such pleasant dreams from which to awake, of having his every carnal fantasy being fulfilled by four very nubile and excellently limber young ladies…a dream that he knew to be a reality, just as he knew that he had been engaged in near-continuous sex for the better part of twenty four-plus hours.

Of course, he was limp as a roll of tissue paper left to soak in the rain, but it was a good kind of spent energy, and the rest had helped restore him somewhat, so that he was able to awake with a clarity of thought that was most unusual for even him. He felt as though he were truly awake for the first time in his life, genuinely awake to new and infinite possibilities beyond the ken of mortal men. It was strange and wonderful to be this much aware of his surroundings, even given that he was ensconced within a cabin in a wooden vessel that had been plying these oceans for long centuries, awash in ancient spells and magics that made the very air hum with life, or-rather-a life that was as much between one world and another.

He knew the story that Lao had told to Nabiki, knew that the ship had been created by some Chinese wizard in an exercise of ego and madness, and yet now he could actually see the energy streams and patterns of force that were flowing all around them. It almost felt as if he could reach out and touch those patterns, meld with them and reshape them in accordance of his will. Just what exactly he would do with such power if it were at his disposal…

A slight stirring at his side called him back to full aware ness of the present, and with that awareness he became conscious of the beautiful girl laying at his side, sleeping like the proverbial infant, though to look on her she hardly seemed anything less than a mature and beautiful woman. Considering that-not too long ago-he had been barely able to stand to be in the same room with the brown haired Enforcer, it was remarkable how close the two of them had become of late, so much so that Perfume had even given up her self-professed disdain of men and embraced heterosexual sex with a vengeance…or perhaps he was just flattering himself to believe that he had become her sole singular exception in regards to men and what they had to offer.

Whatever the case, he was grateful for being that exception to a rule that he had never even thought to cross within their marital circle. ESPECIALLY considering the "Hands off, Buster" vibes that she had been sending him from the first day that they had encountered one another, the very day when she had become Ukyo's Airen and co-marital partner. Looking on her now, she did not seem quite so formidable and intimidating, and-if one did not know her personally-you could almost call her innocent and kawaii looking. She certainly was kawaii in his estimation…and beautiful. And stacked…that was the thing that most stood out about her, how well endowed she was for a seventeen year old warrior trained to wield a pair of heavy axes as though they were as light as her tonfas.

How much strength was possessed in her slender body he could well attest, especially considering that said strength had been applied to him in her effort to screw his brains out…and with the same single-minded determination that she applied to nearly everything else that she valued. Now that she had finally exhausted herself and had succumbed to the need for rest, he could take the time to examine her critically from a close, hands-on advantage he could appreciate her full beauty-and-having explored every inch of her during sex, take the time to truly appreciate her as a woman.

Or-more specifically-as his wife.

Ranma smiled as he remembered the way she had made love to him only a few hours back…truly and completely made love to him as only one with hypersensitive touch and control could perform, with excellence and refinement. Just thinking of those smooth legs wrapped around him, those perfect hips poised with her loins receiving his manly thrusts, pulses racing as he hammed away at her, hearing the noise she made as she encouraged him to ride her ever onward to a mutually satisfying series of orgasms. Those pendulous breasts had been magnificent to the touch as he had molded and fondled her to heighten her sense of arousal. Stroking nerves and paying careful attention to her reactions, he would measure his technique and further refine it while applying the Kamasenken to excite and further arouse Perfume until she was putty in his arms, free and willing to allow anything that he might try upon her person, and altogether encouraging him onward…

Just thinking about it now brought a "woody" to his crotch, and his limp manhood sprang to live with the idea of plunging himself once more into the moist, velvety crotch that he had explored so well and with such energy that it left him in no doubt that he was welcome to visit there any time of his choosing. Perfume had made it very plain that she was a willing participant in their games of mutual exploration, a full partner in the creation of the Kamasenken, having learned how to give as good as she received and having no complaint from him as to the extent of her own prowess. He marked her as every inch a woman, and valued her no less than he did Ukyo, Shampoo, or even…Nabiki.

His eyes tracked down the supple, graceful curves of her legs as he longed to rove his tongue over each and every surface square centimeter, from her beautifully well-shaped feet (which he had licked and suckled for the better part of half an hour) to the tasty honey-pot that was her loins and the full, ripe fruit of her breasts. She was infinitely desirable to him, and very much a woman whom he wanted to have fun with…as much fun as he could have, having to share his time with her around Nabiki and the others. Laying beside her, feeling the heat she radiated by her presence, it was all he could do to hold back from disturbing her rest just so he could enjoy a little more of her "Nookie."

But he was much more awake now, and as such he was beginning to wonder where Nabiki and the others had gone off to on their own. Perfume had so distracted and absorbed his attention that he had forgotten about all else and had not taken the time to question their absence. Somehow he could not bring himself to think that they had all wandered off and left them behind, which meant that they were probably near by…or at least the two who had babies to care for would not have gone far by themselves, so…where were Ukyo and Shampoo…or Nabiki for that matter?

In answer to this mental question, he heard a noise coming from close nearby and thought he recognized it as belonging to Ukyo. To investigate, Ranma slipped out of the bed, leaving Perfume to sleep a little longer while he crept to the doorway and pushed past the silken curtain…and found at least two of his missing ladies, and why they had been momentarily absent.

Shampoo was laying on her back on some kind of bench near to the doorway, and Ukyo was straddling over her with something long and glistening projecting from her legs. Shampoo was groaning, panting and gasping while Ukyo hammered away using a double-dong that linked the two of them together at groin level. Ukyo was making noises that sounded pretty aggressive, and it was obvious that she was enjoying the act of "riding" the Amazon, who had her legs waving up in the air with toes curled and feet waving like a "V for Victory" sign while Shampoo arched her back and cried out aloud as though she were being repeatedly stabbed in a very sensitive place. Clearly the Amazon was taking it in while groaning in excitement, gasping and crying out with ever-increasing tempo as Ukyo redoubled her effort, working extra hard to bring the purple haired girl off as though it were a matter of pride, to say nothing of pure lustful desire!

Her efforts paid off as Shampoo gave a cry of abandon and surrendered herself to the bliss of her latest orgasm, bucking her hips even as Ukyo refused to slack off in her efforts. The Chef's face was suffused with sweat as she relentlessly pointed her end of the fake "cock" in and out of Shampoo's very moist love-hole, and clearly both girls were having a real time of it, so much so that he almost considered getting jealous, but then relaxed and enjoyed the show as his wives continued humping one another with no thoughts of letting a man have all the fun and take all the credit, while a number of Lao's "kept" women looked on and smiled, enjoying the show and even offering encouraging side-commentary…

At least for now he could indulge them that luxury, but before too long he fully intended to remind his two girls of the fact that they did indeed have a husband, and that he very much wanted to prove that fact with them both through a live "hand-on" demonstration!

"Lord Ranma," a voice startled him as he turned to see one of the unearthly blue-skinned attendants.

"What do you want?" he asked, though in a not unfriendly manner.

"My lady wishes for us to attend your needs," the elemental explained, "My sisters and fellow concubines are caring for the babies while your ladies relieve themselves of stress. If you have any needs, for food or relief, you have but to ask and it will be granted you. Or…if you wish to partake of the services of any woman of this Harem, you have our lady's permission."

"Partake of…?" Ranma blanched, "But…I'm already married!"

"Oh, we would not wish to neglect any of your wives," the Undine explained, "They can indulge themselves as they will. We live by an open policy here of doing whatever feels right and good, and there are no artificial barriers between us. Slave, concubine, crewmate, guest, Undine, all are free to mingle so long as it has been approved by the Mistress."

"Ah…yeah…" Ranma winced, "But I don't think it's been approved by MY Mistress…I mean, my wife! Er…where is Nabiki?"

"Ah…your other wife has been…regretfully detained for a time by the Mistress," the Undine explained, "We are running tests to determine the viability of her condition…it was told to you before that she may be with child, was it not?"

"Uh…" Ranma had a flash back to his last thoughts on one of the times he had passed out during his "ride" with Perfume. It embarrassed him to no end to even imagine that he could have forgotten such a significant detail.

"Oh, you need not worry," the Undine reassured him, "Her every need is being attended to right now…and before too long she will be restored to you…in good condition. The Mistress wishes you all to know that she holds your welfare in the highest regard and has every intention of reuniting you…or keeping the set together, as she might put it. In the meantime, feel free to expend that mighty hard-on I see you are packing, my Lord…it is unwise to carry a loaded weapon so formidable out in the open where others can see and be tempted by what you offer."

"Huh?" Ranma glanced down, then hastily put his hands around his manhood, having forgotten that he-like all of the women in the seraglio-was naked in every detail, ESPECIALLY the raging "spike" that he was getting from just watching Ukyo and Shampoo going at it like two minks in heat.

"Allow me to assist you, my Lord," and without waiting for him to accept the invitation, the Undine sank to her knees (so to speak, although "flowed" would be a more accurate description, especially with the sloshing noise her body made as it shifted position from one stance to another…ESPECIALLY in the breast area, as his eyes could not help tracking the way hers responded to the physics of gravity and inertia.) Before he knew it, the Undine had her mouth wrapped around his dick and gently pried his hands away before doing to work on him, running him in and out of her oral cavity with a sense of mild, fluid viscosity running up and down his shaft like a thousand tiny fingers.

Ranma never even had a chance to voice protest as the Undine woman bobbed her head back and forth while playing her hands against his scrotum, turning his already raging man-meat into a literal ramrod with him arching on the falls of his feet and rolling back his head in disbelief at the pleasure of this sensation. And here he had thought Perfume knew how to give head! This Undine-far from a cold and unfeeling creature-really knew how to stiffen him up and yet not make him feel like someone were trying to pull his dick off with each sucking motion. Compared to her, Ukyo and Nabiki were just amateurs, while Shampoo-easily the most experienced of his wives from all the times she had "cock-sucked" Nabiki-kun, was just a very talented "velvet throat" that liked to drain him like a bottle of cheap sake. As Ranma glanced back down again it was with the disconcerting experience of actually being able to see "through" the Undine's semi-translucent body, meaning that he could see his own cock inside her mouth going down a lot farther than the gateway to her tonsils!

After a moment in which he was held gasping on the edge, afraid that he would lose his balance and fall over, the Undine paused in her relentless assault on oral hygiene by saying, "Am I pleasing you, my Lord? Or would you prefer to ride one of my other openings? I am flexible in all ways that are necessary to insuring your satisfaction."

"Ah…" Ranma swallowed, "This is…nice…but…how…?"

"How is it I know so much about what is pleasing to a man?" the Undine smiled, "I was not always as you see me now. Two hundred years ago I was as human as any other woman within this ship…I was valued for my ability at pleasing the then-captain, and he made me one of his favorites. Alas…I took sick and died…there was no competent surgeon back then who could diagnose and treat pneumonia…but I well remember what it was like to suck a man's balls and have him love me for it, and though there are no men around on this ship upon which for me to practice…I do my best to keep in shape with the ladies…"

Ranma's mind boggled at the possibilities inherent in that statement and said aloud, "Even as…a guy?"

"You catch on quickly, My Lord," she smiled, continuing to play with his cock with her talented hands and fingers, insuring he remained in a fully "upright" position, "Our bodies are pliable…and that means that we can assume many shapes that are to our liking. Though men are not favored by the Mistress upon this vessel, she is pleased to allow us to form masculine organs whenever we like in order to keep the concubines and pleasure slaves happy…and I assure you, we DO keep them quite happy…" she leered in a positively sensuous manner.

"And…you do the same for…each other?" he gasped.

"But of course," the Undine's leer intensified, "You would be amazed at the possibilities afforded by these bodies that we possess by force of our conscious volition. There is much…viscosity in the element of water, and-as such-great friction that can be afforded…"

He was beginning to get an idea of that already, but aloud what he asked was, "And…what's your name?" After all, he did not want this to be just some impersonal exchange on their part, nor did he wish to get into the habit of treating women as though they individually did not matter.

"You wish my name?" the lovely lady replied, "In life I was called Yuki…Sugimura Yuki…but you may call me anything that you like…my Lord."

"Yuki," he sighed, not at all surprised to learn that she was Japanese from her nearly flawless Kansai accent, which reminded him very much of Ukyo...even as he turned and blinked, seeing that Ukyo and Shampoo were now themselves being "serviced" by Undines…one in the rear of the upright Ukyo, the other giving pseudo-"cock" to a gasping Shampoo, whose head was tilted back at an angle to receive a translucent "probing," to which Ranma could only gasp, "Nani…?"

"You wished for them to be reminded that they do share a husband," Yuki explained, "We are keeping them well entertained for your benefit until such time as you are at liberty to demonstrate your Lordsright as a husband with both of your wives."

"You…read my thoughts?" Ranma gasped as he felt the renewed pleasuring of her aqueous fingers playing around his balls and shaft.

"We are sensitive to emotions and can fathom out their meaning from the various clues that you provide to us," Yuki replied, "Just as I know that you wish me not to delay you with words when it is the other use for my mouth that most interests you…young Master."

Ranma was not of a mind to ask why she had suddenly shifted her terminology in mid hand-job, because the next thing he knew her mouth was once more in play surrounding and pleasuring his aching hard manhood. It was all that he could do to not pass out from the intense pleasure as he rocked back on his heels while the Undine woman indulged herself in what was-apparently-her favorite hobby, but all the while he kept thinking about what a certain absent wife would have to say if she could see both him and the others at this very moment…which then prompted the other question foremost in his mind before he at last exploded into the liquid throat of the all-too-willing Undine…

Where was Nabiki…?

She was not entirely conscious of just how much time had passed for her, dangling as she was in her "rope-bound" state like a common herd animal being shipped to the slaughterhouse. Nabiki and the other girls had been gently swaying back and forth with the motions of the ship itself while doing nothing more than simply dangle…a fact that was slowly and steadily driving her to distraction as other sensations continued to play about her nubile and (otherwise naked) body!

It had started with a simple nose itch and worked its way on to becoming a full all-over body tingling sensation, an "itch" that needed to be "scratched" in the worst way possible, but no where worse than around her loins as she felt the knotted ropes grind slightly in the "between-thigh" space that was her pelvis. By slight motions of her body-very slight as she lacked even the merest slack for exploitation-Nabiki found that she could "grind" those ropes between her velvety "pussy lips" in order to give herself some relief…but it was…inadequate and quite unsatisfying to her actual needs, which demanded a cock, or-failing that-a tongue and some fingers to play with her "down there." She kept wishing that Ranma would show up to take advantage of her or-or even LAO-she was that badly horny! She had no "wiggle room" by which to work her hands free so that she could play them over her whole body, ESPECIALLY with the way her nipples were starting to perpetually harden and even her feet felt as though they needed sucking on…ANYTHING to relieve the pressure that was turning her whole body into one massing "Need to Fuck" organ!

She also needed to find a privy sometimes fast…and the only way she could have done something about that would have been to "let go" where she was, but that would doubtlessly become rather messy. She was chaffing in her helpless state, beleaguered by her relative isolation, though she had plenty of company in the form of other bound and helpless women. Just staring at those who were within visible range of her gave her all sorts of ideas of what she would do if released to each and every one of these girls, both as herself and in the form of "Kaneda." It shocked her to think that she could have such lecherous, adulterous thoughts, but that was just how horny she was, and how badly much she needed to go to the bathroom!

The Undines were avoiding her…that had to be it! They were making her to suffer while taking their time with the other girls. Every time one of the liquid forms came sliding down a set of ropes to engulf one of the girls and provide her with "stress relief," Nabiki felt her body clench with jealousy, wanting someone to do that for her, just as the (surprisingly pleasurable) Undine woman had done for her that very morning.

Damn Lao and her sadistic methods! Even being whipped was better than this…neglect! What was taking that damned Tigress so long that she would leave Nabiki all alone and unmolested? Nabiki would have thought that Lao would be hard at work right then and there trying to break her spirit and turn her into one of her bubble-headed little minions! It would serve that Cow right if Nabiki got loose and came after her, and when-NOT IF-it happened, Nabiki was going to give her a piece of her mind…or a piece of something, preferably as Kaneda, and plying all twenty-three centimeters of his long, hard shaft right into the stuck-up butt of that amorous pirate! Oh yes…Nabiki could definitely imagine herself ass-pumping Lao for all she was worth, giving that Hentai a piece of her own…

Nabiki paused, still having the presence of mind to mentally say, (What the fuck?) as she replayed those last thoughts, wondering how in the world she could have gotten the notion of using Lao as a sex object! Had she really and truly gone crazy from just a few hours of (relative) isolation?

Just then she heard a pair of voices approaching, conversing in Chinese, no less, and with very little difficulty she made them out to be the two "other" Amazons, Lotus and Blossom.

"<…But I am telling you, the Mistress definitely wants for us to treat the Tendo party to the best of our abilities, which means giving them full and complete access to both the seraglio and other harem-related portions of this vessel.>"

"<I'm not saying anything against that,>" the pink-haired Lotus insisted, "<I'm just saying that the Mistress may risk alienating the very people that she is attempting to convince of her sincerity. Just look how she is treating Tendo Nabiki, the leader of their clan, while giving special treatment in order to pacify her husband and keep him docile.>"

"<That is why the Mistress is doing what she is doing,>" Blossom insisted, "<Lord Ranma has the means at his disposal of being a nuisance, should he be given too much liberty aboard this ship. Neither can we appear to be resisting his desires to check up on his wife…that is why he must be kept…distracted, and how fortuitous that his own wives-our fellow Amazon, no less-have so far been willing to provide the distraction.>"

"<Well, you can't exactly blame him for that…after all, he's a man,>" Lotus shrugged, "<They are subject to the rule of their hormones…but just the same, if Lord Ranma does learn that the Mistress is keeping one of his wives here with the rest of our cargo…>"

"<That is why we must keep him distracted,>" Blossom said as the two Amazons halted before Nabiki, taking a moment to admire her helpless state before continuing, "<After all, this is for his benefit. This one is a most…disrespectful wife. She continually seeks to gain the upper hand over her husband, and she is not at all deferential to his manhood. That will change…once the real training begins.>"

"<I'm not too sure about that,>" Lotus replied, "<She may prove to be one of those who does not break under pressure, in which case we may only accomplish making her more angry and resentful. Still and all…I cannot find fault with the Mistress for wanting to be closer to this one…she does make for a very tempting package.>"

"<I quite agree,>" Blossom leered, and moved closer to Nabiki, so close, in fact, that she could reach out and touch one of her inner thighs, then slowly ran her fingers down to the groin area, at which point the began teasing the already-exposed "pussy" along the edges without needing to push past the knots that were currently grinding their way ever-deeper into Nabiki, "<Such a find degree of neural responsiveness…see how she reacts to when I do this along her lining?>"

Nabiki could not exactly see where "this" was, being just a little too low for her line of vision, but that next moment she found those fingers teasing the nerves near to the inside "flap" of her vagina, and YE KAMI ABOVE, did it feel GOOD! She shivered all over and silently wished that Blossom's hand would linger there a little while longer, anything to help relieve the stress that had been tormenting her with ever more relentless fury.

"<Oh yes,>" Lotus went from moody and concerned to smiling as she came closer and played a hand over Nabiki's right foot, which was resting about face-level, "<There is certainly nothing wrong with the way she is put together…a fine acquisition for the lady, one who could earn a fair price with just the right amount of training, should she choose to accept it. Ancestors above…does this look tasty…!>"

And with that Lotus brought the foot up to her mouth and began rubbing Nabiki's instep against her face, then licking it with her tongue, which again made Nabiki feel a very odd shiver. When Lotus next took the helpless Nabiki's big toe up to her mouth she began to suck on it as though it were the head of a cock, again causing Nabiki to feel no end of delighted stimulation.

"<Ah well,>" Blossom seemed to take great amusement in her companion's "foot worship," then mused, "<Time enough to sample the charms of this package once she's broken to the harness. She'll be fair game once the Mistress formally inducts her into the harem…but for now…we have a job to do, and since the Mistress had left her off-limits to the Undine…>"

"<Yes,>" Lotus reluctantly sighed as she let off of her toe-sucking, giving Nabiki's foot an affectionate pat, "<That means it's the catheter for this one…at least until we come back to visit her in a few more hours…>"

(Catheter?) Nabiki mentally repeated, then in an even more alarmed tone of voice, (A FEW MORE HOURS…???)

Then she felt gentle pressure as Blossom lifted her up somewhat in her rope harness, hands cradling Nabiki's ass-cheeks to relieve some of the pressure on her "crotch-ropes." With methodical efficiency, Lotus pried the knotted cords from between the folds of Nabiki's vagina and went to work inserting something that felt like a very long FINGER into her crevice, then finding and attaching some sort of clip to her clitoris, and a few moments later affixing the catheter into place. Blossom let her down once again, then gave a playful swat to Nabiki's bare bottom, and with that Nabiki "let go" of the stream of fluids that had been welling up within her, feeling her urine drain away into a hollow tube that extended down into the flooring.

"<Well,>" Blossom said as the blue-haired Amazon began to turn away, "<That should keep her for a few more hours…what say we let her down just before third watch? That way we can turn her over and bind her up again in an even more interesting position.>"

"<Sounds good to me,>" the pink-haired, shorter Amazon replied, "<Hopefully she won't give us too much trouble with a few hours more rest, and the Undines will let us know if anything happens in the meantime.>"

Nabiki listened to them leaving her alone again with a sense of dismay that all but overwhelmed her being. They were just going to take off like that, after getting her revved up like this? Unfair! Were they deliberately trying to drive her crazy? She had a good mind to write her Minister at the Diet…

Suddenly Lao was not at the top of her "sh*t" list anymore, now she was including "loyal henchwomen" under the category of "Needs to Be Ass-Screwed!" If she could have kicked or bucked at all she would have been jumping up and down in frustration. It was so UNFAIR! What had she ever done to deserve this? That Lao was a cunning sadist, but it seemed that her women were themselves a bunch of "cunt-teasing" jerks who acted like she was just a piece of meat for their inspection, as though forgetting that she knew how to speak Chinese and would have appreciated it if they had shown her the least little bit of affection…

(Lao), she thought acidly, (You'd better watch out, because when I get my hands on you…)

It was amazing to think what mental images were conjured up next in her semi-fevered state, all of which involved Nabiki venting her lust in a carnal sort of way upon a bound and helpless Lao, who was at her tender mercies as the Tendo girl imagined herself liberally applying so much-needed and long-delayed "Justice," and making totally sure that Lao would take it all in and learn to "like" it…

Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, the Lady Pirate in question was reclined in a bed with a very supine Martha beside her…the naked Kryptonian in orichalcum chains purring contentedly as Lao stretched a lazing hand and played with the tip of her right nipple.

"Now then," Lao smiled, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Oh yeeeeeessss…" Martha stretched like a cat and purred contentedly, as only a woman could who had just experienced the first (hell, the ONLY) genuine, deep throat-rushing, gut-clenching climax that she had had in…well…forever! "You do that quite well…I guess I really…needed that after all…"

"You see?" Lao leered, "The body never lies…the eyes never lie either, and I knew that your protests were only paper thin. All it takes is the hands of another woman who knows how to stimulate you to new levels of experience the likes of which you can only just imagine."

"No fooling," Martha gasped as Lao stretched her hand down and lightly caressed her loins, then placed her clitoris between thumb and forefinger, causing her nominal "victim" to clench her teeth and groan at the wonderful torment of it all. Just about everything Lao did to her was good, and it was positively sinful to submit herself this way to the tender mercies of her amorous captor.

"So," Martha managed to say as she felt Lao's hand drift ever lower onto her sex, "What happens next with me…are you going to continue to ravish me like this?"

"Oh yes," Lao smiled, "I haven't even begun to show you how I work my charms upon even the most ardently resisting female who falls into my wicked clutches. I intend to show you ways of experiencing pleasure that even your lovely Helena has never imagined. So long as you continue to yield to me, I will give you more climaxes than you can count using all your toes and fingers twice over…"

"Oh really?" Martha sounded intrigued at the prospect, then rolled back her head and gasped even louder this time as she felt Lao insert two fingers up into her pussy.

"Yes really," Lao leered, "Are you offering me any resistance?"

"Would it help if I did?" Martha groaned.

"Not in the least," Lao assured her with a tigerish expression, "For you, resistance is futile."

"Then…" Martha's throat caught as Lao's fingers curled up within her and found the fabled "G-spot" and wiggled the tips of her two fingers up against it, "…I guess…I'd better not resist…"

"Oh, resist all you like," Lao replied as she brought her mouth down and flicked her tongue against Martha's right nipple, "It makes it all the more fun when I conquer you…you definitely need conquering, and I am just the party who will be doing the conquering."

Martha smiled sensuously as she writhed on the bed, responding to the relentless probing of the amorous lady pirate, curling her feet and stretching the bedsheets as she ground her hips and worked her legs against the bed, her arms behind her back affording her some leverage through the use of her elbows as she allowed herself to be moved to a blissful state by her captor. In all truth it had been years since she had allowed herself to be captured by a major villain, let alone been tormented like this by said villain…and now she was remembering exactly why she viewed Catwoman (the younger Minx, not the one who had married the original Batman) and Lady Shiva with affection, and why she had found Lar Gand so intriguing when she had fallen prey to that "Daxam Truth Squad." Lao put them all to shame-even Shiva-when it came to outright, sensuous, full-bodied sexual "torment," and being subjected to the "worst" that her current captor had to offer was certainly by far the best sort of "captivity" that Martha could ever have imagined.

But even in her heightened state of arousal, she could not help asking, "So…you really mean to let me go by the end of a week?"

"I figure that much time should give me plenty of opportunities to convince you that I'm not the worst sort of scum to ply these oceans," Lao smiled, "You already know the worst of what I am capable, at least to those who are not deserving of worse treatment. You know that I am a slaver who likes to prey on other women, though I prefer to think of it as 'liberating' the victims of fellow pirates who are far worse than me in that regard. I'm wicked, but I am not consummately evil, and I care about those who fall prey to my methods. And besides…much as I delight in your company, my dear, you do have a life beyond this ship that you will need to eventually get back to…"

"Yes," Martha replied, finding herself strangely less than excited by the prospect, "A life…such as it is…and a business that I need to run…and responsibilities as a CEO, and…and…" she paused and left unsaid the later part of her thinking: (Nothing else worth coming back to). It was daunting for her to realize how empty her life felt when reflected upon from an entirely different perspective.

"Actually," Lao smiled, "It doesn't sound like all that bad of a life…"

"You think so?" Martha stared at the ceiling, "I have a cat…and some parakeets, and some goldfish…but…that's it. Now that Joan is grown up and away doing-whatever-and Hal's off gallivanting around the Galaxy doing God-knows-what…"

"But don't you have a social life to help fill the space in your personal day?" Lao wondered, "I have memories of charitable balls and parties you like to attend, and people you socialize with on a daily basis…"

"But no one who makes me feel special," Martha almost pouted, "No…man, anyway…I've…almost given up on the whole entire fucking breed…"

"Single life not much to your liking, eh?" Lao mused, "And you being so young still…your body hardly looks to be over thirty…"

"I'm part Kryptonian," Martha replied, "We don't age like normal humans."

"Well, I don't see anything un-normal or inhuman about you," Lao mused, letting her fourth finger join the rest in the gulf of Martha's "vineyards," to which Martha parted her thighs and wiggled her hips as she squirmed for advantage, rolling her eyes as it felt SO GOOD to be handled in such a manner, "And you do appeal to me for very HUMAN reasons…"

"OOOH…YESSS!!!" Martha sang, "OH YESSS!!!"

"Say cheesecake," Lao mused as she brought her mouth down and kissed Martha fully on the lips, her tongue probing into that mouth as Martha hesitated a moment before employing her own tongue to mesh and "wrestle" both around and against this "intruder." Martha returned the kiss with equal ardor, wondering why no man had ever kissed her that way, even Hal being no great exception.

That kiss led on to more affectionate and lingering kisses that Lao planted along her cheeks, neck and throat, nuzzling her way down from the hollow of her collarbone, all the while working her hand up into an infinitely more sensitive place, bringing Martha off yet again with another wrenching orgasm, the sixth so far in the past several hours, and with no sign as yet that the fun was anytime soon ending.

"Marvelous," Lao murmured as she brought her lips down at last to circle around Martha's right breast, causing Martha to gasp and hold her breath in as she prepared once again to be suckled, "You have excellent responses…there is nothing wrong with you in any physical sense…you are indeed a super woman…but…it makes me sad to think of you as so unhappy…"

Lao then put that gifted tongue of hers to work stroking her way up the lofty heights of Martha's "twin peaks," her free hand playing with the other nipple and breast of the self-named "Power Woman," but her words echoed in Martha's mind even as her body went through the stages of a gradual built-up to a seventh shuddering orgasm, and when at last it came and her mind went white, Lao's lips fastened securely over her "breast meat," it hammered home a point that the pirate had been working towards the whole time that they had been spending together.

"Am I…?" Martha gasped when her mouth would work coherently once more, her mind reeling at the implications of how easily the Slaver was commanding her body to perform on demand, and with such systematic timing that it could have been number coordinated, "Am I…unhappy? I…never…really thought that much…about it…"

"Well, you don't seem too unhappy at the moment," Lao replied as she briefly took her mouth off of one nipple, only to transfer her lips to encircling the other one for some heavy-duty mouth-to-breast suction.

"I-GASP-guess-OOOHHH-SOOO!" Martha shuddered as pleasurable waves built up inside her from the way that Lao was stroking and fondling her nerve endings, "But…is it…because…I can't seem to FIND-OOOHHH-the right person?" she paused, then ventured further, "Or…is it-AHHHHH-because I have…ooooohhh…found the right person…and I-AIIIEEE-lacked the nerve-OOOOOHHH-to do anything about it?"

"You tell me," Lao murmured as she briefly came up for air then began to paint a line of kisses down the length of Martha's body, relentlessly aiming for the most intense pleasure-center of all while pausing only briefly to add, "Was it a fling…or did she truly mean that much to you…and you didn't want to face the implications."

"The implications…that I'm a lesbian?" Martha panted.

"You're not a lesbian just because you like girls," Lao smiled as she paused to lift Martha up by her hips in order to bring her loins up to mouth level, causing Martha to tilt her weight back onto her shoulders, "A true lesbian can only react to the touch of another woman…and you do like men…I can tell by the way you like to have your pussy played with."

"You can tell by that?" Martha asked in perverse fascination, staring up the length of her body as Lao held her up so that her feet were barely touching the bedsheets.

"I can tell a lot about you from the things that make you horny," Lao leered hungrily at the crotch that was only inches away from her face, "You like men, but you're also turned on by women…but it's not a gender issue with you that truly explains your lonely state…"

"Oh?" Martha asked, "What does?"

"The fact that you are virtually immortal…or have an indefinite lifespan due to your natural healing ability," Lao replied, "And the mortals you interact with are-effectively-still mortal."

And with that Lao gave into temptation, planting a series of kisses and affectionate licks on Martha's already well-lubricated loins, followed by a deeper, much more probing tongue-lick that seemed to grind and caress her insides at a far greater depth than a human tongue should have been able to travel. For several long minutes coherent speech was impossible for the both of them, until Martha's body at last gave in to an eighth and most intensive earth-shaking orgasm. The hungry sounds of Lao eating her out filled her ears long after they stopped ringing, while Martha held on in a state of blissful semi-contentment, finding her body had at long last reached the edge of what pleasuring she could withstand, at which point Lao withdrew her tongue and lowered her back onto the bed.

"Delicious," Lao said cheerfully, dabbing her moistened chin with her fingers, "My compliments to the chef."

Martha felt a lazy, contented blush come over her as her mind swam in a sea of hormonal bliss, but at last-when she was able to think semi-coherently again-she voiced her next question, "So…you think I broke it up with Helena…because I was afraid of losing her?"

"That she might age and die long before your time is a definite possibility," Lao replied as she laid her own long, lean form next to Martha, "It can be painful to lose a loved one…I know…and sometimes you will do almost anything within your power to spare yourself from that pain. It doesn't work, of course, because in the end we just wind up cheating ourselves of what time we do have together. I wonder if that might also be a part of why you broke up with your husband?"

Martha shook her head negatively, "No…Hal became a virtual God around the time when we broke up….there was never any question that he'd be able to live for centuries, if he hadn't turned slightly megalomaniacal near the end. Finding Carol alive again set him off like you'd never believe, but…in the end he stabilized and I think he eventually found himself…without me, of course. The fact that his first wife was still alive…and what that meant about our marriage…"

"That must have been hard," Lao sympathized, "Ten years of marriage…gone as if they'd never happened…"

"Joan took it the hardest," Martha sighed, "I think I should have worked harder at explaining things to her, but when you're eight years old, and impressionable…"

"I see," Lao combed her fingers through the other woman's brown hair, smoothing tussled locks that were partially sweat-soaked and disarrayed around Martha's lovely face, "I guess being declared an illegitimate child affected her badly. What an odd term that is…I can't imagine any child born of love as being illegitimate…"

"Neither can I," Martha replied, "But I guess that's Joan's problem in a nutshell…she lost something vital when Hal left us…some self-respect and a father she looked up to…"

"I wish I could do something about that," Lao sighed, "Maybe somehow bring the two of you closer together…"

"Well…don't take this the wrong way, but I doubt Joan would be too kindly disposed towards you," Martha replied, "You're everything she rants and raves against when it comes to the treatment of women. She'd say you exploited me, took advantage of a vulnerable moment, reduced me to a sex object and shamelessly had your way with my body…"

"And she would be completely right in her assumptions," Lao chuckled softly.

"God, you're evil," Martha grinned, "But a nice kind of evil…does that make any kind of sense?"

"I'm not sure," Lao mused, "I'm the Bad Guy, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Martha mused, "I suppose I really should be thinking up ways of bringing you to justice…but…I guess that wouldn't really be a good thing after all…what with the Kraken and all…"

"Well, hopefully, over the next few days, I'll be able to convince you that I'm better off alive and free than dead and in a cage…unless you plan on becoming the POJ's new Mistress," Lao mused softly, "That will be my goal…convincing you not to reduce me into so much guacamole when the time comes to remove these chains from your body and allow you to regain full use of your powers…"

Martha glanced down at herself, at the golden links that looped around her waist, keeping her hands from moving more than a foot away from her body, then she rattled her legs and felt the manacles there, marveling that such a simple thing as this Orichalcum could deny her the full use of her powers. Enough energy was still trickling into her to made her body stronger and more resilient than a normal woman, but anything beyond this bare-minimal measure was sapped away as though siphoned out of her by a ground wire.

"Do you really mean to let me go at the end of a week?" Martha asked.

"Oh yes," Lao replied, "For a number of reasons."

"Such as?"

"Number one, being that you have a life to get back to," Lao explained, "And people will start missing you if you're gone beyond a certain date. I'm sure you can come up with a reasonable explanation for taking a week off without warning, your shareholders and employees must be used to you vanishing every now and then whenever am emergency claims your attention."

"Um…yes…well…"

"And two," Lao once again laid a hand to cup and fondle Martha's nearest bosom, the one on the right, "As much as I delight in your company, I couldn't really bring myself to deny the world one of its most valuable superheroines. I don't often go far beyond the shoreline when the POJ is in port, but I read enough of the headlines to know that this world is often threatened by menaces that are beyond the means of normal police agencies and conventional military forces. You pitch into save the world whenever you are needed…you are a hero in a true sense, and so I cannot, in good conscience, keep you here indefinitely on the off-chance that you may be needed elsewhere by someone whose need is greater."

"Well, I don't…save the world all that often…but I do what I can to help out…" Martha noted.

"Third…there are issues in your life that you need to resolve on your own, and keeping you here would prevent you from facing down and working out those problems," Lao continued, "Your daughter is one issue, Helena is another, and then there is the state of your life, which is only in a shambles because you have chosen to leave it that way. You need to get out more, to socialize and reaffirm those human contacts that you have allowed to wither from neglect. There are people who genuinely care about you as the person you present yourself as being, and staying with me indefinitely would be like hiding out from the world…not that I don't mind the company and wouldn't want you to stay if I could allow it."

"I…guess you're right about that," Martha said very softly, "Maybe I have been allowing things to slide…maybe I could try harder and…starting new relationships. But…" she sighed again, "Why is it I feel so much like Ebenezer Scrooge after doing the three-ghosts of Christmas therapy package?"

"Sometimes all it takes to make a change is to learn to see things in a different light," Lao replied, then resumed once again, "And…lastly…there is your father."

"My father?" Martha asked.

"The very same," Lao winced slightly, "I may be bad, but I have a healthy respect for my limitations, and having the mightiest man on the planet get upset with me is not exactly in my best interest. All I need is for him to hear that I mistreated, abused or tried to keep you here against your will and…well…I really don't need to elaborate on that, do I?"

"I guess not," Martha sniffed, "But still…why does he have to find out it's you? You could always sell me off to one of his enemies and collect a tidy profit…"

"There is not enough gold in these seven seas for me to want to sell you to one who might do your harm," Lao replied, "I've come to respect you far too well for that."

"A Pirate with scruples?" Martha arched an eyebrow, "What is the world coming to?"

"Hopefully it is coming to be a better place absent the people whom I go after," Lao replied, "You may not know this, but Piracy has been on the increase in the Asian seas…far worse than it has ever been since the end of Colonialism, when organized navies would suppress piracy wherever they found it."

"I'd think you would look on that as a good thing," Martha eyed her companion frankly.

"You would be wrong to assume that," Lao said simply, "Most pirates today are as ruthless and bloodthirsty as their pre-colonial forebears, and they love to prey on those who cannot fight back. Often they will kill such innocent people as they come across and take whatever they want…I've seen the remains of entire families ravished by these vermin, who do not even spare the women and children."

Martha thought about that for a few seconds before saying, "And you prey on them, which makes you better than they are?"

"I like to believe so," Martha said, "I am an opportunist, I take advantage of a situation as I find it, but I do have scruples about the things I do in order to make a living. Total ruthlessness is a vice that traps you up and makes you careless…having a concern about those weaker than myself helps give me an edge that I need to keep on living as I do. I relish sinking to the bottom of the South China Sea such loathsome pigs as Helgar and any who would work with him, but I draw the line at innocents, which helps me to sleep better at night."

"But don't you also raid those selfsame innocents whenever it suits you?" Martha wondered.

"If I find people adrift who come across my path, I will react accordingly, but only if I believe the situation is called for," Lao replied, "I only take women as prisoners…men have little interest to me, so I set them adrift whenever I am able, or ashore when it is most convenient…"

"Like that ocean liner that you rescued," Martha pointed out.

"Exactly," Lao replied, "I would never hit that big a target if it had not been struck already…such things bring down the wrong sort of attention, and in this profession anonymity is the watchword. Of course, that brings up the other issue behind why I must eventually free you."

"Which is?" Martha asked.

"You are a publisher and an owner of several newspapers, print media, television stations and even several Internet websites," Lao replied, "And with that sort of power you could be far more dangerous to me than anyone but your father."

"The pen is mightier than the superpowers, eh?" Martha asked.

"It always was and will always be that way," Lao replied, "Knowledge is power, and if you vanished into thin air while investigating that liner, then someone in one of your news agencies is bound to run a story about that, which could in turn lead to an investigation, which would then lead to everyone and his kid sidekick finding out about me…and that could mean real trouble."

"I see your point," Martha mused, "Is that why you made love to me? To get a good review in my column?"

"Actually, I made love to you because I find you highly attractive," Lao leered as she ran her hand down between the silken thighs of her companion, "And I'd never forgive myself if I let an opportunity like this slip away from me. It just wouldn't me…cricket."

Martha laughed at that, a genuine, deep-throated laugh, one that made her feel lighter somehow and generally good about everything, even as Lao's pleasuring was once again stirring up her smoldering ardor.

"You really are something," Marsha shook her head with a chuckle, "I don't know when I've ever had such a good time in the clutches of a supervillain…"

"So, does that mean that I get to live?"

"Well…" Martha pretended to consider the point, "I suppose…there really are people far worse than you in the world…and you're easy to talk to. I'm not crazy about the idea that you enslave your girls to sell them at your pleasure, or that you seem to practice some kind of cult mind control with your followers…but given all of that, I'm not about to call in the Specter."

"Then I am reprieved…for now," Lao mused, "But only if I continue to remain in your good graces."

"Well then," it was Martha's turn to leer, "I guess maybe that means that you'd better go back to giving me reasons to get to like you…starting with letting me take a more active part in things. This laying back in bed and letting you do all the work is…pretty limiting, after all…and I'm dying to find out what you taste like."

"You really want to know?" Lao cooed, then ran a finger up against her own well-lubricated snatch and raised its glistening surface up to Martha's lips, who gratefully took the finger in and licked it, closing her eyes and making approving noises of evident savor.

"More," she asked, "Let me drink from the source."

"As you wish," Lao replied, getting up on all fours and repositioning herself so that her mound was poised over Martha's face, then lowered her groin until she was all but smothering her companion, who wasted no time getting to work with her tongue, giving back to Lao with interest every bit of savory action that had been applied to drive her nearly mad with lust but a few minutes before. Like climbing back on a bicycle, the years since she had taking a woman into her mouth fell away and "Power Woman" took over, the naked executive turned bondage slave having resolved to give vent to her long-denied libido, and with that thought in mind she stared employing her mouth and lips on the randy piratess who was presently her captor, even as Lao bent down and applied her own mouth to assume a classic sixty-nine position…and before too long the slave was giving back as good as she was receiving, and loving every minute of it as though born to this sort of thing rather than making the best of a situation that was right out of her most perverse fantasies, the kind "proper women" were not supposed to indulge in…

Far away from the POJ-almost on the other side of the world, in fact-there existed a strange and quixotic peninsula that hangs from the continent of North America like a thrusting male member aimed southward as though at half-mast. This was a curious land, a land barely a few feet above sea level and comprised largely of a mesa block of coral, a land without mountains and borders, where the seasons shifted more swiftly than the mood swings of the political climate, and where many retirement folk often came to spend their twilight years collecting social security checks from a soon-to-be-broke system.

It was also a land of startling contrasts, of warm Caribbean waters lapping it from the south while cold Arctic waters drifted in to take a summer vacation, a land where it rained often and was even known to snow on odd occasions, a land where exiles from the Islands of the south mingled with surfer dudes and suntanned beach bunnies, a land that ran the gamut of the political spectrum, and yet where tolerance of diversity was not a major watchword.

Amidst this land of swamps and humidity, a land where mosquitoes were by far the dominant population, and alligators were often mistaken for road-kill, there existed a county known as Dade, where strange and bizarre things could happen with great frequency, from fifty foot tall women suddenly appearing from no where to absolutely polarized election results being counted to the last ten votes. Here in a land where no one in their right mind would set up a headquarters there existed a rundown and abandoned school building that had been reconverted into a headquarters by a certain group of superheroes (and no, they did not call themselves the "Southeast Avengers").

This group was more of a distaff persuasion than the better known and more well respected hero groups that operated out of America. For one thing, its membership was entirely women-oriented, and while they did have more than their share of heavy-hitters, they were not exactly a group first on everyone's lips when it came to emergency situations. Privately funded but with some government contacts, this group had a certain…reputation (not entirely deserved) that made some people leery about calling upon their services, and for that reason they were often snidely referred to (also unjustly) by those of a politically incorrect persuasion as the "PMS Rangers."

A nickname, one should hasten to add, that they royally disliked, and if they heard someone refer to them that way, then they would not even bother calling upon the services of their lawyers but rather gladly clean your clocks out six ways from Sunday!

In these poorly refurbished (well, actually, parts of the school had been destroyed repeatedly and had been rebuilt…when their budget allowed it) quarters, there went on such practices that would have earned a frown from Anita Bryant, and one such decadent pairing is the reason for even mentioning this place in the midst of Hentai story. It began with a phone call, as is often the case in such situations, a ringing phone that played upon the nerves of one of the occupants, so much so that she stretched out a clawed (and furry) hand to snatch up the receiving and snarl, "WHAT THE (BLEEP) DO YOU WANT?"

"Ahm…hello?" said a highly accented voice in one who seemed to speak English as a second language, "I hope I have the right address…my name is Alison…and I'm looking for my niece..."

"Alison who?" said the furry, redheaded woman dressed in a simple bikini-styled costume, hanging upside down by her toes, which were presently wrapped around an overhead pipe, sounding most annoyed to be disturbed in her reading of the 'Lesbian Kama Sutra.'

"Claudia?" the voice tried again, "Is that you? You sound familiar…it's been a few years…but maybe you ought to know me…Rad's younger aunt, Ally?"

"Rad?" the dangling cat-woman swished her tail and looked unusually thoughtful, then said, "Oh yeah…been a few years all right…you're that kid that the big Blue Cheese had with Wonderbread. Yeah, I'll go find Rad, she's probably strung out from another all-night bender, so hang on a few minutes."

So saying, the hirsute woman set the phone down next to the cradle then flipped over and landed effortlessly on her feet, then stalked down the corridor to the area set aside as "Joan Wayne's Crash Pad," an area normally off-limits to anyone sensible who still had an ounce of self-preservation left within their body. The woman known as Claudia just hummed a merry tune off-key on something about addiction and then banged on the door to Joan's room and cried out, "YO! HEY RAD, YOU GOT A CALL FROM YOUR AUNT, YOU RAGING BULL-DYKE!"

She was rewarded by hearing a loud groan, followed by a crash and some profuse swearing, which brought a smile to Claudia's face as she contemplated the probable expression of her otherwise nominal teammate. These were the moments that she lived for, and screwing with Joan's head was near the top of her list of fun things to do to liven up an evening.

Inside the room, a bleach blond haired young woman named Joan Wayne (formerly Jordan) struggled to reach out for her alarm clock and missed it by a foot…the foot belonging to her current bed partner and fellow teammate, Lila (AKA "Polaria"). This earned a muffled "wuh?" from her girlfriend as Joan made stumbled apologies and moved from the foot to find the clock.

Bringing said clock up to one bloodshot eye, she peered at the numbers on the dial then groaned, "What the (EXPLETIVE DELETED) bloody hell? Do you know what (UNPRINTABLE) time it is, 'Cat? It's Three (BEEP) O'clock in the morning!"

"So?" she heard the voice from the other side of the door call out, "It's long distance, from one of your relatives…the one in Japan, remember her?"

"Who?" Joan pried herself up off the bed with about as much effort as an arthritic patient would use trying to open a "child-proof" aspirin bottle, "What relative?"

"Alison…something or other," Claudia replied, "Remember her? The cute redhead?"

"Um…" Joan had to think about it for a moment before she replied, "Oh yeah…Alison…what the fuck does she want?"

"How the fuck do I know?" Claudia countered, "She's your aunt."

Joan said something rather unprintable about family then raised her voice and said, "Tell her to hang on…I'll be there in a minute!"

"Sure thing," Claudia called back, "I'll just tell her you're too drugged out to come to the phone, but you'll be there anyway because you're too cheap to call her back even at evening rates."

"I swear," Joan growled in an undertone as she forced herself out from under the legs of her recumbent bed partner, "One of these days I'm gonna tie that cat's tail up in knots and use her for a punching bag…"

"Can I watch?" Lila asked, her slurred tones denoting that she was already partially awake herself and combing reddish-golden hairs out of her own eyes before saying, "You never told me you had a relative living in Japan."

"She's my aunt, only she's about a year younger than me, from my grandpa's second wife," Joan replied as she started to stand up, only to have a bare foot crunch down on a discarded aluminum can, which earned another spat of profanity as she kicked it way, imbedding the thing in the already battered plaster paneling that covered the soundproofing of her room, "A good kid…maybe just a wee bit destructive, but that kind of runs in the family…"

"Sounds like a real handful," Lila smiled, "Like a certain high-maintenance girlfriend I know about…"

"Don't start with me or I'll spank you," Joan half-smiled in the near-darkness of the chamber, which for her was as bright as a well lit summer day.

"So, what's keeping you?" Lila smiled, "You know I love it when you spank me."

Despite the hangover that was presently making her see double, Joan had to smile at that, relishing the humor of her fellow "bad girl" love interest. She reached for a negligée that was hanging from a battered chair and tied it around her waist, rendering herself barely decent by the standards of this place. Thus effectively dressed, she pushed her way past the debris that concealed a good portion of the floor like the best camouflage job an Army Ranger could construct using refuse instead of something more biologically friendly.

Out in the corridor she braced herself to endure the withering glare of the hallway lightbulbs-definitely not the thing she needed to improve her mood by one iota. She grit her teeth and headed for the day room, which had the only working telephone in the otherwise rundown complex, passing by another one of her teammates who, who just then was coming out of the common bathroom saying, "ALL RIGHT, WHO WROTE 'FEMINAZIS RULE' ON THE BATHROOM MIRROR WITH LIPSTICK AGAIN?"

"Gee, Colt," Joan smiled innocently, which was about as convincing for her as a smile on a cobra, especially as she was wincing from the loud noise being made, "Can't imagine who would do a thing like that…"

"Very funny," the short, wiry older girl (who was-by a strange quirk-the actual team leader) glared at the six-foot tall Rad in an accusing manner, "And I suppose you also don't know who poured corn syrup over my AK47? And what the hell did you do with my autographed NRA Poster of Charlton Heston?"

"What makes you think I did anything with it?" Joan replied, "The next thing you know you'll be asking me what happened to your 'Eviscerater 2000'…"

"That was YOU who took it?" Colt responded with a snarl, "How many times have I told you to keep your hands off my gun collection, you-Junkie?!?"

"A hundred and forty two times," Joan shrugged, "But who's counting?"

She left her nominal leader fuming in the hall as she picked up the phone and said, "Yeah…this you, Ally? This better be good…"

"Joan-san," an oddly familiar (perhaps because she sounded a bit older than the last time they were together, Joan reasoned), "I've got bad news…it's about your mother…"

"Yeah?" Joan's tone became suddenly quite frosty, "What about her?"

"She…um…was trying to help me find some friends of mine…only she got herself captured by a bad guy…a slaver…" Alison paused before adding, "Ano…I'm sorry…"

"A slaver," Joan repeated, "You're kidding, right?"

"Wish I was, Joan-san," Alison replied, "But it's been confirmed by some…pretty reliable sources…in fact, I even talked to the Pirate who has her."

"Well, good for her!" Joan snapped, "I'm sure Mom could use the vacation…"

"Joan-san?" Alison sounded shocked.

"What did Mom do to get herself slapped in irons anyway?" Joan snarled, "Not that I've got any interest in what happens to her, seeing how she cut me off from my fucking allowance!!!"

"Joan-san," Alison chided, "You don't really mean that?"

"Read my lips…" Joan snarled, "Mom can kiss my ass for…"

"Excuse me," an unfamiliar voice said on the same line, "I am sorry to butt in on this heartwarming discussion, but I feel I do have an interest in pointing out that your mother-whatever her faults may be-is presently in the captivity of one who had the power to overcome her through magical means. Now…Alison says that you have some immunity to the two things that most bother Kryptonian descendants…Kryptonite and Magic…am I right?"

Joan paused before snarling, "Who the (EXPLITIVE DELETED) is this?"

"I," the voice replied, "Am Alison's live-in lover and the fama of her child…"

"BEIKO!" Alison sounded shocked, "She doesn't have to know about that!"

"What?" Joan blinked twice, "The fama of her…what?"

"It's quite simple," Beatrice replied, "Alison is with child, my child to be exact, which is why we are not in a very good position to do anything about the plight of her half-sister. Now, you are the daughter of that sister, you should have at least some passing interest about what happens to your mother. I am something of an expert on parent-daughter dysfunctional relations, so I can sympathize with your situation, but if it were my father who had been taken captive, like him or not, I would not tolerate having someone else deal with him in my stead. Now…may I assume that the same holds true of you?"

"Who are you?" Joan asked in a slightly more sober manner.

"If you wish to know that, then meet us at the following coordinates," and Beatrice gave longitude and latitude numbers that Joan mentally filed away, now completely cold sober, "We will be there in about three hours…which is sunset our time. May we expect you to be there?"

Joan blinked her eyes a moment then said, "That's the Pacific Ocean…a few hundred miles off from the Philippines, right? All right…I'll be there."

"Good," the suave voice with a mild Japanese accent replied, "Then I look forward to greeting you as a kinswoman. Sayonara."

Joan stared at the phone in her hand for a full minute before setting it back down again, shaking her head as she muttered, "Weird…"

"Do you need any help?" a voice calmly asked her from behind.

"Ah…" Joan turned around to regard Lila, "Thanks…but…I think I'd like to do this thing by myself. It's…family stuff…and it concerns my mom…"

"I know," Lila shuffled her feet, which were presently shod in a kawaii pair of bunny slippers (not that Joan knew what a kawaii is, reckoning it to be some kind of animal with large, sharp teeth), "I was…kind of listening in with my powers…"

"You can hear a phone from where you're standing?" Joan cocked an eyebrow, thinking to herself that Lila looked very cute in a tussled, grungy kind of way.

"I can hear magnetic vibrations," Lila replied, "It's…kind of a trick I've picked up over the years. Something about your mother being captured by a pirate slaver."

"Say what?" asked Claudia, whose ears perked up from where she was once more dangling upside down from the ceiling, "A Pirate? You mean…like Rita?"

"Probably," Joan yawned as she stretched, revealing the handsome profile of her body from beneath the gauzy material that comprised her negligée, "Man…I am not up for this…Mom and me can barely even talk without snarling out our words, and now I've gotta go bail her out of some mess she's gone and got herself into…go figure."

"I know," Lila smiled, "It almost reverses the normal course of nature, right?"

"I'd bring you, Honey, but…well…no sense alienating Mom any worse than she is by rubbing her nose in it," Joan sighed, "You understand, right?"

"Of course I understand," Lila said as she stepped into easy reach of her girlfriend, the wrapped her arms around her waist, "But that doesn't mean I like it. Sooner or later she's going to have to get used to the fact that I'm a part of your life now…just as you're a part of me…in all the ways that really matter."

"Ah…" the self-professed "Bad Girl" of herodom found herself at a loss for words as she looked into the magnetic reddish-brown eyes of her magnetically gifted live-in love interest. Off in one corner of the ceiling Claudia gave a snicker of approval, which earned a glare from both Joan and Lila.

"I'll be back as soon as I'm able," Joan said, "I just need to sober up and take a shower, then wing my way to the other side of the planet. Mom better be in trouble when I get there or I'll really have something to snarl about."

"Are you sure you don't want backup?" asked Colt, who normally was quite vexed with Joan Wayne, but whose militant sensibilities rebelled at the thought of abandoning a teammate, "'Veil or Tara are bound to be back by morning, and we can get the Fem Jet ready in time to put out the all-points signal to Dusty and Syn…"

"Hey, no sense in making this a group thing," Joan replied, "It's just my Mom we're talking about…and she's one of the toughest ladies on the planet. Hell, she's even tougher than me, so what kind of trouble could she get herself into? Besides, I can get there faster by myself, and I don't need a Jet to get there."

"Suit yourself," said Claudia, who went back to her reading (said "reading" consisting of holding up the illustrations to the light and studying them at odd angles while marveling at the way the drawn girls made use of their flexible bodies).

"Hey Cat," Joan sniffed, "Go play Tomb Raider, and I don't mean the video game either. You'd look pretty funny squashed under one of those rolling boulders."

The hirsute heroine just gave her a one-finger response to that bating commentary, even as Colt nodded her head in resignation and said, "I'll go heat up the pot of coffee…"

Continued

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