DNabikiTHC9

Nabiki 1/2

"A Very Scary Thought!"

THE HONEYMOON HENTAI CHAPTERS!

By
Jim Robert Bader

(Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi & Others,
including author-creators like Bill Black, and what he
doesn't know about what I'm doing with his characters
won't hurt me, so...mum's the word, all right?)


HENTAI ALERT-YOU ARE ENTERING THE LEMON-LIME ZONE
WHERE COMMUNITY STANDARDS OF GOOD TASTE TO NOT APPLY!
IF YOU HAVE FILTERS, NOW IS THE TIME TO USE THEM, UNLESS
YOU LIKE STORIES THAT INVOLVE GRATUITOUS SEX BETWEEN
(SEMI-)CONSENTING ADULTS (WELL, AGES 17 AND ABOVE AT LEAST)
THAT INVOLVE INCIDENTS OF BONDAGE, RESTRAINT, ORAL AND
ANAL SEX, BISEXUALITY, SADO-MASOCHISM, INCEST, VAMPIRISM
AND GENERAL NAUGHTINESS.  DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME, BOYS
AND GIRLS, YOU MIGHT GET YOURSELVES ARRESTED...
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

"Brought to you by SPAM!  The gift that keeps on giving!"





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 awareness 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 he even call her 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 hammered 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, because when I do...)

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 reasons to climax 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 forth 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 off 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 POJs 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 
Marianis 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 my 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 taken 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 sealevel 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 of ten 
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 to 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 (EXPLITIVE 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 Mom's younger 
sister," 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 mile 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'd 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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Yes, things are starting to move to a low boil as the crew crosses the equator, 
but as things heat up on the Hentai front, is the rescue that is being mounted 
going to be boom or a bustline?  Can Alison and Beatrice mount a rescue of 
Martha and the others from Lao's amorous clutches, or is this a case of a bridge 
too farscape?  Be with us next time for:  "The Great Escapade," or "Gloom and 
Doom when Things Go Boom in Beiko's Lab!"  Be there!