1 comments/ 10370 views/ 8 favorites StrykeForce 1: Out of Their League By: DarkLordPriapus Stryke Force 1 : Out of Their League Fisherman's Warf was usually a normal, everyday place for the shipping industry of Captiol City to conduct business both domestic and foreign. During the regular to and fro of the business day, the docks were a buzz with small boats and larger ships that studded the dockside. They unloaded their cargo and opened their cranes to swing back and forth from dock to ship and then back again. Longshoremen and other dock workers made a fine living off of the business of bringing outside goods to Capitol City. The night time, however, had begun to bring out the worst kind of element which only spread like a cancer through the body of the local gentry. Mr. Ken Turgesen was a businessman first and foremost. He had operations all over the east coast and quite few over the west coast of the country. Markets for his type of business were opening up more and more toward the interior of the country and Turgesen had to stay on top of the burgeoning market in order to support the weightiness of his empire. That's always the way it was, the bigger the baby, the more it took to feed it. This meant that new markets were always desired. His criminal empire had managed to survive despite the rapid growth and Captiol City sat upon the Swan river like a great ripe apple ready to be picked. This master criminal was most obliged to pick it. Little problems like nosy super heroines who tried to stop his nationwide progress, were of little concern. He had amassed quite the organization, with over 20,000 henchmen employees to carry out his nefarious instructions. He also had amassed several specialized employees and allies in many fields, be they science, the dark arts or multi-dimensional beings and so on. The henchmen and assistants whom he had brought with him to Capitol City had given him as much warning as they dared about expanding into Captiol City. "The Strike Force 1 has been keeping that city clean for five years now... " they told him. "They're not just bimbos in bikinis." He told them. "Any time a man builds a log cabin in the wilderness, he first clears a field and then establishes his house. The Stryke Force 1 is merely a mess that has to be cleaned up. I think I know how to whittle those mighty oaks to the ground." Faith Eaves had been the leader of Stryke Force 1 for five years now, ever since their inception by the Mayor's private crime prevention unit. Stryke Force 1 consisted of herself, Gold Stryke and her two students; Silver Stryke and Bronze Stryke. They had been especially trained in several martial arts programs, ballistics and other crime prevention training which they had implemented in the successful prevention of both major and minor criminal activity throughout the city. They were especially known by their sonic abilities which they used to subdue all and any who dared to bring their dangerous intent to Capitol City. They were well known and respected by the populace as strong, independent women who protected the city as its resident super heroines. Faith was a stunning, light brown haired brunette with large dark, brown eyes, sensuous lips and Northern European facial structure that had allowed her to qualify to win the Miss Kansas beauty contest at the tender age of 18. With a scholarship to Rhodes Trident college and degrees in criminal science and abnormal psychology, she had been the perfect candidate to lead the Mayor's special task force. Her lovely beauty and knock out body at 36-24-36, standing five foot nine inches tall and also a star gymnast, as well, didn't hurt her chances with the political leaders. Smart, stacked, and in the prime of her womanhood, she was also a fan favorite with an internet following and merchandising sideline. Her star students who joined her in the act of battling crime were Lizzelle Drake (Bronze Stryke), a stunning bright red headed girl with long, down to her waist waves of auburn hair. Her lovely face had large green eyes and a button nose, underlined by full, pinkish lips. With creamy, almost naturally blushed skin, ample 35c size breasts and a slightly heavy shelf like rear end, she was the fantasy object of many a lonely Capitol City citizen on a cold winter night. Lizzelle's comrade was the slightly smaller Vietnamese heroine known as Samantha Trang (Silver Stryke). She had large, dark almond shaped eyes and a more squat figure, but by no means smaller breasts and hips, and with her genetic make-up one could have sworn there was a Brazilian influence in her family tree. Her long, straight black hair finished off the "dangerous Asian girl" look that she had used so effectively to send fear into the hearts of bad boys everywhere. They had both studied under Gold Stryke and had become a matter of excellence in their own right. ******* Senator Aaron Chatelain had a desk full of papers and a work load he hated to consider. He would reflexively glance out of the window of his 12th floor office and view the panorama of a clear, sunny day over the Capitol City skyline. He loosened his tie at his collar and wondered to himself if there wasn't someone somewhere who could get him out of this workload. There weren't enough cups of coffee during the workday or pints of beer after hours to make up for the daily stresses of dealing with the city's constant needs. She was big and beautiful for sure, but also extremely high maintenance. His desk intercom suddenly beeped to life with a call from his secretary out in reception. BEEEEP! Went the buzzer and he snapped the call button with grateful speed. "What is it Miss LeGroin?" he asked. "Senator, Miss Eaves with the Mayor's task force is here to see you, but she is not expected." He smiled to himself and said quickly, "No! No! It's fine, please show her in." With that he rose from his desk and straightened his Pierre Cardin Business shirt. Within moments Miss Faith Eaves appeared at the door and entered with a big white smile and an offering of a handshake. She wore a velour green dress and Steve Madden ankle boots. She was, of course, stunning as ever with her beautiful face and shiny, baby fine hair. "Senator, so good to see you again," she intoned. "Miss Eaves, it's been a while." He replied, waiting for the door to fully close. Once it did the two professionals met in the middle of his office. They hugged each other tightly and pressed their mouths together in a sensuous kiss. She held him closely, running her hands though his thick black hair and he pulled her in tightly to his own body with two hands fully engaged in holding her finely rounded buttocks. "Senator!" She said with mock surprise. "You certainly do have a way with the constituency!" He held his lover close and said, "I've missed you since Wednesday." "It's only Friday, dear." She said and smiled back at him. They had known each other for quite a while now, and had become very close both personally and professionally. Faith and Aaron were publicly known as a couple, she with the Mayor's task force on crime and he, of course, a famous Senator. But Aaron Chatelain knew nothing of the double life his lady lead as Gold Stryke, even though they had been at several public functions at the same time. Gold Stryke had an excellent heroine outfit that hid well her secret identity and she added little personality differences to the role so as to throw off those she knew from having a lucky guess. If he had known she was Gold Stryke, the Senator may have had quite a few things to say on the matter, especially since he had it in mind to make Faith his wife. They sat down together on the nearby couch in his office and continued to exchange body fluids for quite sometime, and then Faith had to inform him of why she was here today. He told her, "You are my heroine! I was getting brain dead from all this work on a Friday. Sitting here wishing and hoping I could go outside to play." "Sorry, love." She began. "I am going to have to work tonight. I wanted you to know." "Are you kidding me? Can't the mayor get himself some other analysts sometime?" He said with great disappointment. "It's important." She told him with that super serious tone she used when she had no other choice but to serve her office. "The word on the street is that Ken Turgesen has targeted the city. He's flooding the financial sector with laundered bills and trying to establish a drug trade here, just like he has done on both coasts." He looked at her with quite a bit of concern over that news. "You've got to be kidding? That guy puts a strangle hold on an economy wherever he goes. I have a dossier on him that fills two file folders in the basement store room." She nodded. "He's bad news. It's as though he likes to find cities and towns who have no troubles and then creates them so he can profit from the mess." "OOOohhh...." He groaned. "And YOU have to do this on a Friday?" "I know...I know...." She told him with a kiss. "I will make it up to you...you know I always do." He took a heavy sigh. "Yeah.... I know..... it's just .... that I...." She placed a French cut manicured finger on his lips and told him in a whisper. "You know I only have eyes for you." They kissed and held each other for a few more minutes and then Faith said her goodbyes and left. Aaron sat on his couch ignoring his workload, looking out onto the late afternoon sky and said to himself, "Damned criminals....." ******* The docks were a lonely, silent place to be in the middle of the night. Warehouses stood like large ancient wood and cement structures that had observed the passing of a million days, a million night times. The river ran just below them in a slow, massive dark body of water which undulated and pulsed with the drive of currents from a nearby delta attached to a larger inlet body of water. The pylons that held the docks aloft were gently splashed by fits of small waves that caressed their wooden exterior and the spotlights that peppered the boardwalks cut through the darkness with continual static beams of orange, yellow and white. Off in the distance, on both sides of the river, one could observe the skyscrapers and buildings that surrounded the area with their random security lights across their faces indicating the myriad of windows and floors in each office building. Tonight there was an unusual amount of movement up and down the dock area. It wasn't movement that indicated the regular business attitude, but was one of subterfuge and hidden motives. Half a dozen men all dressed in army type boots, with camouflage pants and pockets full of tools and weaponry darted in and out of the maze of flood lights that provided security to the boardwalk. They also wore balaclavas on their heads and faces and very brief black wife beater tops. Their hands were gloved in black leather also and they made great haste as they darted back and forth from shadow to light and then back again. Some men had back packs strapped across their backs and others carried ropes and chains, while still others had big metal plates with electronic equipment that was difficult to operate and implement. Mac Jefferson, their manager, had worked for Mr. Turgesen for ten years now, and he was considered an old professional at handling these types of affairs, despite his thirty something age. He silently ordered the men to go here or go there with signals and nods and slight throat noises as they assembled the business for the evening. Mac stood six foot six and was cut deeply by his constant attention to weight training and his health reflected his dedication to nutrition. He was wealthy, for sure, but few knew of his vast personal wealth so as not to connect him to the underground dealings of Mr. Turgesen. He had been especially chosen for his management and organizational skills in leading a team of men for such a job as this and he was proud to accomplish the feat. Chauncey, one of his men carrying the large metal squares that were being set up atop the corners of the warehouses, stopped and whispered to Mac, "I don't get why we hafta have all these sound equipment stuff, boss? It don't make no sense." "It's got something to do with Quimby's plan for tonight, okay?" Mac assured him in a whisper as they worked to set up another heavy metal plate with multi-wired electronics. "Why do you think we had to drink all those chemicals he gave us.... fuckin' shit tasted like ass!" "Quimby? That freak from the left coast?" Mac nodded but didn't look up as he continued to work with Chauncey to set up the metal pallet. "Yeah... he's freaky... but with some mad skills, my man... we follow Quimby's instructions... Mr. Turgesen is gonna treat us right. Okay?" Chauncey began screwing in a plate top as Mac Held it in place. "He's always giggling like a monkey or something..... and the damn big eyed glasses he wears.... I dunno, who lives like he does? Bow ties and lab coats alla' time.... and ya know he's dateless!" Chauncey chuckled. "We got women right and left... who cares about Quimby?" Mac added and then signaled that the plate was in place and ready to go. They then moved on to another rooftop corner and assembled another plate. The other two teams that night were also busy placing the metal palettes and then checking to make sure that they all faced each other across the roof tops and had slightly different angles and heights. Once they were done, they quickly and stealthily snaked away into the night for phase two of the operation. ******* Stryke Force 1 stood together on the roof of a skyscraper across from the docks which was separated by an interstate highway. They were all decked out in their Stryke Force outfits and ready for battle. Gold Stryke's shiny, light brown hair tossed gently in the evening breeze and her face was covered with her golden domino mask which covered the eyes and top half of her lovely face. There was a golden bodice that extended from her waist and then up to her sweetly rounded breasts, leaving her shoulders bare, except for the long sleeve bullet-proof gold jacket she wore, which was open, and ended at the waist. She wore low cut golden, boy shorts on her rounded hips that ended just at the bottom curves of her derriere, and there was a white sash tied around her hips that covered the top part of her shorts, which was knotted at the side and then flowed freely in a long trail down her thigh. This sash helped to conceal the small belt she wore which had pockets full of tools and weapons for use during battle. Her white, thigh high boots covered the most of her legs and sported four inch high wedge heels. These heels and souls of her boots also carried compartments for weapons and tools. Bronze Stryke and Silver Stryke also had the same outfit configurations, but with the corresponding metallic designation. Whatever was Gold on Gold Stryke was Bronze colored on Bronze Stryke, who had dark red gloves, boots and sash. Silver Stryke had dark blue boots, gloves and sash other than the corresponding silver metal colors for the rest of her suit. Gold Stryke's opera style gloves were also white but included special clasps around her wrists which had been developed by the Mayor's special task force science department for disabling any criminal element they may come in touch with. These wrist clasps were a bit large, metallic in appearance, and produced ear splitting decibels of sound that were designed to knock out and render unconscious anyone daring to resist arrest by the Stryke Force 1. The technology had indeed come in handy, as Stryke Force 1 had a reputation for always getting their charge. Be they male or female, those who chose to oppose Stryke Force 1 always ended up on the wrong side of the law. "It looks pretty quiet." Bronze Stryke told her partners as she peered out over the roof corners of the high rise building across from the docks. Gold Stryke looked out and over the ridge of the roof wall also and shook here head slightly. "Nothing is ever as it seems, let's keep that in mind." She told them. Silver Stryke cleared her throat slightly and whispered. "Gold, you seem a bit more tentative about this one .... I mean more than usual." "It shows, huh?" She responded while nodding. "I do have some rather disturbing news about all of this, and I am a bit hesitant to tell you..." Bronze chirped up and requested. "We can take it, Gold... what do you know?" Gold Stryke stood up from her crouched position and placed her hands on both of their shoulders. "I have done some heavy research on this Turgesen thing.... and it appears that wherever he goes... super heroines like us.... disappear.... and they don't come back. You remember the Eaglettes... from the Maine area?" They both nodded. "They have been missing for two months now. Word is they were last seen dealing with Turgesen and his expansion efforts." Bronze and Silver both gasped in shock. "Not the Eaglettes????" Spat Silver. "They were like the all American ..... red, white and blue super group." Gold nodded. "I am afraid so... and that's only the beginning... I have counted in the files over one hundred and fifty missing heroines all across the country since we began here in Capitol City. ... heroines like... Moltana... for instance..." "NOOOO!" Bronze and Silver gasped in horror. "She was super strong.... and invulnerable....and she had all that fire and lava.....surely there is a mistake!" Gold shook her head. "Nope. And it has been two years now." "Do they all have some connection to Turgesen?" Asked Silver. "That's the main thread." Gold nodded with an expression of dire warning. "Wherever he goes. Heroines lose. And now he's coming for us." "We've never lost!" Bronze protested. "You have us too well trained!" Gold smiled and ran a hand over her curly auburn hair, "I appreciate the loyalty, sweetheart. I really do. But, I want both of you to be extremely careful as we go out tonight. These scum lose and lose and tend to always show up again because of the legal system we are sworn to uphold and protect. But.............. heroines lose only once. And then it's over." "You know how one stops a bully, Gold?" Silver said with a bark. "You bloody his nose, and he goes away." "Yeah!" Bronze agreed with a fist pump. "Okay, okay..." Gold cautioned them. "Don't run on adrenaline, use your heads. Think two and three moves ahead.... got it?' "We got it." Silver assured her. "Okay, team. Let's go bake some cookies." Gold said with a smile. ******* Mac signaled for two of his comrades to come over to the spot beside the warehouse wall where he had been scanning the area and looking at the roof tops of the surrounding city scape for any sign of the Stryke Force 1. Paco and Running Bear, both dressed in the fatigues and balaclavas that they all wore, crouched low from their own hiding place and quickly swung their bodies as they trotted silently across the space between warehouses that separated them from Mac's position. They reached his spot where he was crouched in the darkness and hunkered down to listen to his instruction. "Okay," He whispered. "Got your special ear plugs?" They both silently nodded from behind the black ski masks. "Paco, you act like the leader and show the instructions to Running Bear. Turn on the lights, make it conspicuous, but not like you aren't hiding. Stryke Force 1 may be women, but they haven't survived for so long by being stupid. You gotta make it look real so they will bite for the bait." "Got it." Whispered Running Bear. "When they show up, throw the nearest crowbar or hammer at them and then run. You two are the fastest, so you gotta lead them into the triangulation... we need that speed to work for us!" "We got it, Patron." Answered Paco. "But, what if they don't show? We ain't seen nothing yet... and it's getting late." StrykeForce 1: Out of Their League "Oh, they're here.... somewhere." Mac assured him. "I can feel it." ******* Stryke Force 1 made their way into the warehouse district from under the interstate and snuck into the alley that lead from the side entrance for truck deliveries. Their rubber souled boots made their approach as innocuous as a group of stray cats. Gold motioned them to each take a counter position to her own, one to the left and south, and the other to the right and west. Together they moved as a team, spread out, but keeping in the same visual range as they made their way passed the darkened warehouses. Gold looked out over the passageway between two of the buildings and saw the light of a lone lamp burning in a room three warehouses away from their position. She turned and silently nodded to her teammates, and then pointed to her own eyeballs and then to the roof tops in a : "Watch the upper deck" motion. Bronze and Silver both nodded their understanding and scanned the rooftops for movement. There was none. Gold then motioned for them to follow, at their distances, as she made her way toward the lone lamp she had seen. There was a tightening in her throat that she was experiencing, which she found worrisome and uncharacteristic for herself, and she didn't let on to her comrades that this condition usually resulted from her innate intuition warning, which she knew was rarely wrong. Dismissing it as merely the result of too much study into the reports of demised heroines, she pushed her concern backwards into her mind and forged ahead with all the professional confidence she had become assured and comfortable with. Taking up a position outside of the warehouse near a window, Gold moved slowly to peer inside. Bronze and Silver took up positions within view of their leader but at a good distance to create the usual secure "bubble" around them all. If anyone planned to sneak up on them, it would be only ONE of them, and the others would have enough distance to react to the attack. It was all part of the strategy that had been so successful for them. Gold looked into the window, with barely a part of her forehead cracking the window pane visage and there in the warehouse, with some type of rolled out plans placed upon a table, were two men wearing balaclavas and military camo fatigues. One man was directing the other as to something upon the map and the other would then discuss it with him. "What have you got, Gold?" Silver whispered into her ear mic. "Men in ski masks, gloves and boots... looking over some blue prints... it looks like." She responded with a whisper into her own ear mike. "Nothing suspicious about that...." Bronze sweetly whispered to them both as she maintained her position at the end of the warehouse keeping an eye on the surrounding boardwalk and the rooftops for surprise attacks. Gold surveyed the room from where she could see and took note of the doorways and windows in the surrounding walls. "Bronze, head east about twenty feet, there is a door that looks like it could be easily picked. Silver, take the opposite point down the wall you have staked out, there is a window that looks to be half opened." She instructed them. "What about you, boss?" Bronze asked while scanning the area. "I'll be taking this window.... get to your positions and make sure you can enter. Be quick, and remember, there are only two of them..... that we can SEE!" Both Bronze and Silver made their way to their designated positions and then secured their opened entrances. Silver, by checking the ease of the window for opening, and then sliding it carefully up. Bronze extracted a small tool from one of her pockets and deftly picked the door lock with little trouble. "Code 4." Said one. "Code 4." Said the other. Gold had stood ready and waiting for their signals, with her position secured and with a mighty shove of the window before her, she gave the order "advance!" and then crashed through the glass with a mighty blow. Shards and slivers of glass blasted forward into the room as Gold made her explosive entrance. Silver and Bronze also entered from their positions at the same instant and threw Paco and Running Bear into a momentary panic. They looked up and then behind them as the heroines blasted into the room and they suddenly realized that they were instantly surrounded. Following their instructions, they both grabbed something heavy, Paco a nearby crowbar and Running Bear a ball peen hammer, and they tossed it at Gold and Bronze. The heroines dodged and rolled to avoid the deadly weapons but Silver was upon the two men in an instant before either was able to make a run for it. She jumped the entire distance between herself and Paco and landed feet first into his lower back. This sent him flying into his partner across the table as Running Bear turned to make a run out of the door Bronze had entered. Both men landed in a clump on the floor of the warehouse as the heroines closed in on their position. "Hold it right there, boys!" Gold ordered them as she arrived on the scene with a jump and run. "You two are obviously up to no good, give it to us straight what these blue prints are, and we'll see to it that the law takes your cooperation into account." Using a fake, "Speedy Gonzales" Mexican voice, Paco responded as he slowly rose from the floor. "We don't know not-ing about no blue prints, senorita!" And with that he dashed for the door, heading straight for Bronze who had closed in behind Running Bear, who himself was now in a crouched position also on his own feet. He saw Paco's dash and moved in time with him, swinging around quickly and bowling over the taken by surprise Bronze Stryke. She fell backwards as they literally ran over the girl, stepping on her chest and head as they made their way out. "Agghh!" Bronze cried out as the men trampled on her chest with their heavy boots. Gold didn't waste a minute and lunged at the men as they tried to escape. She got Paco around the waist and tripped him up with her legs within only a few feet. They both fell toward the door. Running Bear, leaped and jumped out into the night as Paco was taken down, but Silver Stryke was right behind him and with a mighty leap tackled the Indian before he had gotten three feet out of the door. They tumbled and spun on the boardwalk as Running Bear struggled to get away from the heroine, who threw punches and kicks in close range with each dodge punch and attempt to counter from Running Bear. Paco lifted up his torso and tried to swing a backwards fist at Gold who had tumbled and spun with him for a few feet after her own tackle move. Gold avoided his clumsy attack easily and landed two quick right-left combinations to his chin and solar plexus which he had left wide open. He fell backwards and Gold grabbed his white wife beater as he hung in her grip. She snarled down at him as she stood above him, "You really picked the wrong town to try this sort of thing,punk. Do you know who we are?" She snapped. Bronze suddenly appeared behind Paco, out of his line of site, and still hurting from her trampling she swung the previously thrown hammer at Paco's head and said, "We're Stryke Force 1, you bastard, and we're your worst nightmare!" Paco instantly pulled up his wife beater and slid down to the floor as Gold was left holding nothing but the white cotton muscle top, and as he did this, Bronze's hammer connected with the side of Gold's head. BRAKKKKK! Stars and lightning storms erupted in Gold's vision as the pain from her temple wobbled her a bit and she grabbed hold of her forehead. "Aggghh!" She cried out. "Oh, GOD!!!" Bronze screamed and she quickly grabbed hold of Gold's arms in order to inspect her injury. "Gold, oh honey! I am so sorry!" Paco made the most of the situation and rolled, jumped and scattered like an escaping cat out into the night. Holding one side of her head, Gold pointed and ordered Bronze, "Get him! Forget me!" "Right! Right! Of course!" Bronze agreed with some reservation, but she did as ordered and headed out into the night after Paco. Gold held her head and groaned as she felt the full impact of the hammer on her skull. Her vision was blurred and she headed slowly forward to help her team, despite her temporary incapacity. Silver was having the usual regular time with Running Bear as she connected with every punch and kick she attempted, sending him rolling and sliding across the boardwalk. But with each punch and kick the Indian only turned and tried to get away. Silver found it a bit unusual that he seemed reluctant to fight, but she kept after him anyway. Paco made good progress at leading Bronze out into the triangulation area that the team had set up ahead of time, but she was just as fast as he was and at a full sprint tacked him again in the open area between the main warehouses. They toppled and tossed and spun across the boardwalk, trading punches and kicks along the way in a furious display of battle training that was not for the faint of heart. Bronze got an advantage at one point and flattened Paco against the wall of one of the buildings, she then peppered him with slaps and punches and kicks which made him cover up in defense. To her surprise, she was suddenly grabbed from behind by another pair of hands. She ducked, spun on a heel and clipped the person behind her with a swinging leg. He went falling sideways and landed with a thump. Bronze looked up, and with a bit of a stall, noticed three other men in the same regalia closing in on her. They all looked big and vicious and carried heavy iron rods or metal tools. Paco grabbed her from behind in a bear hug and the man on the ground threw his arms around the heroine's legs. "Aggh! Let go you bastards!" She protested. The biggest man of the approaching group, the one they knew as "Mac" closed the distance between them and threw a hay maker into Bronze's midsection. Unable to block his punch, she doubled over with a groan. "AAAGGGuuu!!!" At that moment Running Bear, battered and bleeding, came rocketing around the warehouse side and plowed right into the whole company. They all went flying in various directions. Silver Stryke was right behind him, but managed to leap and twirl over the falling bodies. She landed in a three point stance next to Bronze who was rolling on the ground and said, "Bronze? Getting a little in over your head, sweety?" With that the Asian powerhouse spun and twirled, summer salted and kicked, all the while knocking larger, armed and burly henchman right and left. Bronze kicked herself up off the ground and did a backwards tumble to face several of the men who had begun to charge them again. Mac headed for the smaller red head and drew back with a big fist to put her lights out while she concentrated on the other attacking henchmen, but he found his arm being grabbed and pulled behind him. Twisted and pushed upward, Mac groaned and tried to look behind him to see whom it could be that had so halted his progress. With a snarl and a nasty attitude Gold menaced in his ear, "You're not going to be using that arm anymore tonight if I have anything to say about it." "Bitch!" He spat at Gold. He then used his other elbow to swing backwards and try to hit Gold in the head with it's apex, but she knew the move was coming and dodged while twisting the arm she held. She then brutally kicked him in the bend of the knee, sending him to the ground. "AGGGHH!! Bitch! I will KILL you!" He shouted as he hit the ground twirling. The battle continued for quite a few minutes as the heroine trio countered the six men who tried to keep them in the same spot as per their instructions. Bronze held her own, emboldened by Gold's obvious recovery, and Silver bounced between men and walls and pylons and from roof cropping like a thing not truly of this world. The men wanted to run and escape the berserker fighter but their loyalty held them in the arena. Gold was privately surprised by how tough they all were. She landed some of her best hits time and again and the men either did not feel the abuse or there was something hyped up about their physical stamina that was per-fabricated, unnatural. Whatever the case, the battle dragged on without interruption for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time. Growing impatient with their begrudging persistence, Gold began to decide that perhaps there was more at play here than just everyday henchmen and it was time to find out some answers, answers that were not coming forward as the battle raged on. Mac turned back to Gold once more and threw two boxing style rights and lefts as Gold dodged and kicked, connecting each time, and not taking the larger man down. He went all out to try and box, and kick and parry every move she made, but all he did was get sweaty with the attempt. Gold's fighting style, with multiple, simultaneous attacks, was impossible for him to penetrate and he began to become "antsy" while waiting for her to make a certain move. Luckily, for him, he wouldn't have to wait very long. "Okay, I have had enough.... " Gold shouted. "Stryke Force 1, Code 12!" She ordered with a shouting voice. With that, she reached for the sky with a closed fist and Silver and Bronze ceased their own individual struggles and also reached for the sky with closed fists. Behind his balaclava, Mac privately smiled. Stryke Force 1's wrist clasps glowed white hot and an ear piercing sound much like microphone feedback suddenly filled the night air. Gold and Silver and Bronze Stryke had done this many times, and it was usually the way these things ended as those they struggled against grabbed their unprepared ears and screamed, only to collapse onto the ground unconscious. Gold stood proudly as she fired up the sonic disruptor on her wrist, whose sound was caught by the metal palettes that had been set up on the rooftops facing each other. BEEEEENNNNDDDUUURRRRAAAMMMM!!!! The instant sound reverberated and slammed into the heroine's inner ears with a torrential force that disabled their own electronic protections. "AAAHHHHH!!!" Gold screamed. "AAHHGG!!: Bronze screamed. "GHHaaaa!!!!" Silver screamed. And then all three heroines collapsed upon the boardwalk into unconsciousness. Their contesting counterparts all stood around admiring the view and trying to catch their breath. The dock was eerily silent as they all stood around admiring Quimby's successful game plan. And they began to high five one another in triumph. Chauncey angrily paced up to Mac and protested, " This fuckin' Asian bitch like to broke my jaw!" Another man agreed, "She jumps off of the walls... throws a mean punch...she's nuts!!!" "This red head liked to almost groined me, I didn't think fightin' dirty was their style..." Said another. Mac nodded as he moved toward Gold Stryke. "Yeah.... " He replied to them as he took a toe of his shoe and placed it under Gold's chin. He then turned her head the other way with a slight kick. "They're fighters... and this bitch here almost twisted my arm out the socket.... we were told they were fighters.... we knew it wouldn't be easy." Running Bear silently stepped forward and presented himself to Mac. He was bleeding from his nose and ears, his shirt was covered in splotches of blood and his head and arms were all scratched up and bruised. He didn't need to say much. Mac gave him a "Damn, dude!" expression and shook his head. Then he turned to the rest of the men and said, "Okay, men. Here's the part where we find out why Quimby had us drink all that crap. Grab yourself a stupid bitch and throw their ass over the dock railing, ass up-head down. Two by two the henchmen grabbed a member of Stryke Force, one under the armpits and the other would take a pair of booted feet and they moved over to the railing that ran along the end of the docks, it extended about 12 feet above the dark water below. Gold Stryke was placed over the railing with her hands hanging over the water and her buttocks high in the air, her feet were resting on their tops as her legs draped languidly over the boardwalk. Silver Stryke was placed next to her, also with her buttocks prominently displayed and then Bronze was fitted in closely next to her. Silently each heroine's head hung unconscious over the undulating water below, they were totally unaware of their current helpless condition. "Boris!" Mac Called. And another man, carrying a backpack came rushing over. "I have it! I have it!" He assured Mac. Within moments he had extracted a small box and some small bottles from the pack. He then opened the box and retrieved the syringe that had been lying in wait within and then began to drain the bottles. Mac searched each heroine for some kind of clasp on the front of her shorts and when he found it, he pulled the shorts down half way exposing their naked rumps in the process. "Get it done. Get it done." He told Boris. Boris then went from lovely backside to lovely backside injecting especially prepared fluid into their blood streams. When each woman felt the prick of a needle, she gave out with a little "AH!" of surprise, but remained in the twilight between wakefulness and sleep. "Okay boys... " Mac then told them. "Drag them over to the wall over there and make 'em sit" Paco protested. "Patron, I have a knife.... let me slit the bitches throats while we have them beaten....". "NO!" Mac insisted. "You work for Tergesen, you do things his way... and his way is to give Quimby his jollies...." The three heroines were then dragged over to a nearby wall and sat upright. Mac then began to undo his trousers and he said to his men, "Let's get Quimby's plan finished.... I'm just exhausted.... let's get it over." The other men also either un-zipped their trousers or opened their fly and then each one pulled out his penis and began to stroke it into hardness. Gold, Silver and Bronze Stryke sat quietly tweening, falling under the influence of the special drug they had been injected with as the men all primed their manhood for the next part of the plan. Mac said while vigorously stroking himself into hardness, "Remember, you have to get them to swallow." They all nodded and each man began to grow and stiffen. Mac spied the beautiful sleeping face of Gold Stryke, and wanting pay back for his possibly torn rotator cuff, he crouched before her, dangling his long, dark pole before her slightly parted lips. "You're gonna love this, baby. They all do." He told her as he pressed his swollen glands into her sweet, hot mouth. As he penetrated her oral cavity she seemed to come a wake slightly and her eyes tried to open half mast. "MMmmm!" She protested weakly, then seemed to be falling back asleep. "NNNGGnnn!" She protested again with heavy, sleep influenced eyes, her lips forced into a large "O" shape as they struggled to surround his girth. Mac began to slowly push back and forth across her tongue as he fucked Gold's mouth and he grew even more as she seemed to have no choice but to begin to involuntarily suck on his enlarging manhood, her cheeks puffing out helplessly with each stroke. Mac was really hurting from the beating he had taken, all the men were, but he pushed himself to make the final course of the evening take place, and in moments, even with languid, sleepy movements by Gold's hands as they tried to reach up and stop the oral piston-ing of her mouth, Mac was riding her like a steam train in only a few moments. He held her under the chin with one hand and had a hand full of her hair in the other as he steadied her for the moment to come. Finally, sweaty and ready to drop himself, Mac felt his scrotum tighten and then he exploded into Gold's mouth and down her throat with the contents of his chemically altered, manly body fluids. "MMMmmMMM!!" Gold coughed and spat as he copulated and choked her air off. Mac then stiffened, and squeezed with all his might to empty all of his seed into Gold's unprotected tummy, his crinkly bush closed off her nose and threatened to suffocate her. Her eyes rolled in her head as she felt the spasms and fluids draining into her. StrykeForce 1: Out of Their League "GGGnnnnAAAwww!" She protested again. Mac then pulled free of her mouth with a wet pop sound and watched as Gold seemed to deflate with the release of tension. Her lovely mouth and chin, were slick and wet with his effluence. "Thank you, beautiful." He told her while trying to relax and feeling the brain effects from his just having cum. "I guess this means we're married now." Bronze and Silver fared no better as other henchmen used them in much the same fashion, emptying the chemically altered semen within their bodies into each heroine's bloodstream by way of forced oral copulation. They too could barely defend themselves as they futilely mewed and groaned in protest while the men ejaculated into their young, hot mouths. Weakened hands and arms were raised and attempted to grip and push the men away, but were met with slaps and stronger grips that kept the hands from succeeding at their attempted defense. Within mere moments, each heroine had fought and fallen to the misogynistic game plan of the evil genius Quimby by way of Mr. Tergesen's henchmen. They would be left to their fate, their heads lolling in half sleep, their mouths coated with the creamy living deposits of the henchmen they had fought, and their blood streams now filled with an insidious, incomprehensible cocktail of chemicals and drugs whose long term effects could only be a matter of conjecture. "That's all of it, boys." Mac told them while standing triumphantly over the sleeping beauties. "Tergesen: 1, silly Super heroines: 0 The men then left the heroines there, sitting on the docks, with their chins resting on their chests, their "cooing" mouths slightly "ooooing" and "aaahhing" as they slept... and the police were called. ******* Faith was busy on her knees in her large backyard garden. Dressed in jeans, her usual gardening shirt and flip flops upon her feet, she busily dug and trenched the dark earth with a various arrangement of gardening tools. Her lovely hair was pulled back from her face by a bandanna that covered her whole head and was tied in the back. She wore no makeup, and hadn't even dressed in much else in the last three days as she busied herself about the garden. It was something she always did to relieve stress. Garden work took her mind off of many of the things that troubled her, be they small or large issues. For the last three days, however, she had practically re-planted the entire garden. It was all she had done, except perhaps to constantly feed her face in an attempt to quench the driving hunger in her tummy. She didn't know why the hunger just wouldn't go away, and a large part of her inner being seemed to be at war with her desire to want to find out. She had taken three days off from work in the wake of the horrible happenings at Fisherman's Warf, and wanted to be nothing but normal, everyday and free from the fact that for the first time Stryke Force 1 had been beaten by an adversary. Surely, it was her fault, she admonished herself. She had not prepared the team for what had happened to them, despite the impossible job of having them prepared for everything and anything. But she had done a fine job for the last five years, and wasn't happy with losing. She wasn't happy at all. Her front doorbell rang and she frowned at the prospect of visitors. But she pulled off her gardening gloves and wiped her cheek with the backs of her hands and headed for the door. Upon opening the door she was surprised to find the smiling face of Senator Aaron Chatelain and her father, Louis Eaves, Senior. "Aaron! Dad! What are you two doing here?" She said inviting them into her home. She kissed them both and gave her dad a big hug. "What's this all about, gentlemen?" She asked. "You haven't answered the phone in three days." Aaron told her, placing an arm around her waist. "And I can see you have been gardening." "Honey, I gotta....." Her dad motioned. "Of course, Dad. You know where it is...." She told him pointing to the hallway where the lavatory was. Aaron leaned in and gave her a lover's kiss, which she ordinarily loved, but this time she undeniably found it annoying. He said to her, "Gardening? No phone calls? No work for three days?" "I've been taking a break." She told him with lowered eyes. He reached up and placed a hand on her head, pushing her bandanna down and off of her hair, allowing he hair to fall forward around her face. She found his forceful removal of her bandanna uniquely arousing as it caused her another annoyance, and she had wanted to tell him to stop and NOT remove it, but had only sighed and let him have his way. As it happened, there was an unusual twinge deep within her lower body. "Why are you lying to me?" He asked. "Tell me what's up while your dad is still in the john." "The director is quite upset with the whole office, I thought I would give him his space. That's all." She responded and patted him on the chest. "Let me fix you boys some lunch." She offered, musing that since her hunger wouldn't go away, she might as well feed her face again in front of her father and lover while operating in a normal, everyday function. He watched her with suspicious eyes as she made her way to the kitchen and then he looked out of the large patio door at the exterior garden. "Holy crap! Woman!" He exclaimed. "Have you been building the hanging gardens of Babylon?" She snorted a small, quiet breath at the annoying comment and spoke to him in the other room as she fixed lunch. "You know I always garden.... to relieve stress." He came around the corner of the kitchen door with a look of shock and amazement and stated. "Stress, yes.... but what the hell is bothering my baby to THIS degree?" She suddenly snapped at him in a move that even surprised him and she spat "Aaron! Please! I am just fine!!!!" Then she stopped what she was doing and took a deep breath while looking down at the counter top. He came up to her and held her arms with his hands and gently said, "Your dad's flushing the toilet. Tell me quick. I took off today from the office just to come check up on you." "I know. I know." Faith told him with a nod. "Turgesen pulled off a major job down at Fisherman's Warf. No one is sure just how it happened, but it was the very thing we were all trying to prevent. We're all feeling frustrated... " "...and ineffectual." He said, finishing her thought. "What about the Stryke Force 1? Didn't they have your intel on the operation?" "They did... they did....No one is sure just what happened. No one has heard from them since Friday night...." She told him with searching eyes. He leaned in close to her as though to whisper as they both heard the bathroom door open and her father returning to the room. He whispered, "I was sent a report from legal, a police report.... it had some amazing things to say about what happened to Stryke Force 1. It may help to know that they are still in operation...." She gave him a shocked look, and then glanced to see if her dad was within earshot. She was very worried that Aaron had been given a police report about the way the team had been found; beaten, woozy, and with their shorts pulled down around their hips. They had been left like the drunken bums on the bowery for the authorities to find. How much did he know? "I can't believe you would have that information, Aaron. Who would have....?" "I'll tell you later.... " He motioned as her dad could be heard approaching. "But your superhero ladies had their asses handed to them Friday night, that's why your boss is so upset." She looked at him with a pause and her mouth fell slightly open at his rendition of events. The words cut like a dagger through her gut. "Okay, okay... you two," Her dad began as he entered the room. "What's all this intense whispering about?" "Dad, have a seat at the table, I am going to make us all lunch." She said with a kind smile. "You young people.... " Her dad mused. "You think you have to keep things from the old folks... but we've seen everything.... when ya gonna get that?" "Sorry, Louis." Aaron said to him while taking a seat next to him. We didn't want to spoil your surprise party." Louis Eaves snorted and responded, "Government! Haven't you got some everyday citizens to spy on somewhere?" He joked. Faith returned to the table forcing a smile and trying to keep a positive expression and not let on to the turmoil deep within her. They all had salads and sandwiches with iced tea and chatted about any number of things that concerned their everyday lives. Aaron wasn't fooled, however, as he watched his long time, beautiful and svelte future fiance' stuffing her face with enough food to feed his whole staff. ******* Lizzelle Drake had a rather unusual personal life, as her closest friend and lover was also a trained athlete who had been in the Olympics a few years past. But the odd thing to most was the fact that, although not related, the two of them looked weirdly like sister and brother. For most people it was an odd thing to find a brightly red haired girl who's boyfriend was himself a long haired red head with a face full of lightly sparse freckles. She had called him on Saturday morning, with a face full of tears and shame, greatly distressed at the events of Friday night, but had simply told him, in a lie, that a younger cousin who lived across the country had been killed in an auto accident. She just couldn't bring herself to face the world after Stryke Force 1 had experienced its first humiliating defeat. She still felt the bumps and bruises from the battle, still tasted the foul acrid linger of strange male penis on her tongue, but it couldn't compare to the foul taste of defeat which she had never known before. Arnold had spent the next three days comforting her, lying with her and holding her crying, upset form in his arms until late in the night. He had never seen her like this, and he wondered beyond his own good sense if indeed there was more going on here than the tragic death of a child. Wednesday morning she seemed to be in a bit better spirits, and he made her some eggs and bacon to wake her up with the delicious smell. She appeared in the kitchen with her hair all messed upon her head and a sleepy, worn out expression on her face. "That smells great..." She murmured. "I hope you made fifty pounds of it." She joked. Arnold chuckled at the comment, but little did the young man know that it was a strategically placed comment meant to hide her intent at raiding the refrigerator once more like she had done everyday for the last five days. It concerned him to see her packing it in like she had. It was behavior he had never seen her perform before. Usually, when she was upset, the moment didn't last but until the next morning, but this time, he had been entreated to stay for five days. Not wanting to pester her, he had allowed her to simply wade through the difficulty and he had been there to hold her and smooth out the rough edges. She walked over to him and gave him a long, deep kiss and then said, " Thank you for being here, I really needed your help these last few days." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close and asked. "What is it about what has happened that has made you such a bed bug? Huh?" She smiled. "You mean the constant sex?" "The constant need to put something in your mouth.... if not my tool... then a bread stick..." He half joked. "I'm ravenous... that's all...." "Are you preggers?" He asked with concern. "Oh, no.... " She told him. "I am just recovering from a real shock is all..." "Uh huh." He responded with disbelief. "You can tell me anything, you know..." "I know." "Usually when you're going to town on me, I can relax and let go..... but gotta tell ya.... you gotta little scary a few times there...... you never gave head like that before...." She nodded and silently agreed. "Can we go and do it again?" She asked with pleading eyes. "What about breakfast?" "Fuck breakfast. Fuck me." She flatly told him. Usually this kind of moment was a friendly, loving and play-filled instance which Arnold and Lizzelle could both laugh and giggle and have funny sex play with. But the look in Lizzelle's eyes gave him a bit of a chill and he silently nodded his cooperation. He took her hand and lead her back into the bedroom, with her walking behind him holding his hand. And as he did he couldn't deny that the strange moment seemed like a walk to the death chamber. ******* Samantha Trang and her family lived high up in the hill country section of Capitol City. The palatial mansion housed three generations and 19 members of her family. Behind the affluent address, was a tall pagoda type building she used as a temple and place to meditate when life got to be too much. Today, Samantha spends her fifth day in silent yoga style meditation as she attempts to deal with the disastrous results of Stryke Force 1's last mission. Her silent reverie was interrupted by the quiet shuffling of age old, yet familiar feet. Seeing her distress, her grandfather, a wise sage far into his 90's, joined her in the pagoda. As he sat down on the bench within the inner room he quietly regarded Samantha as she sat in lotus position upon the plush rug covered floor. "There is much distress within you , mayfly." The old man intoned. Sam lifted her eyes and turned to the old man and said, "Grandfather, if I speak with you on it, I fear I will not be able to tell you the truth. It is not my wish to attempt to insult you..... with fabrication." The old man, dressed in a long flowing robe of deep blue with small gold oriental highlights, and a long handled pipe between his lips nodded his understanding. "This has much to do with the Stryke Force 1, does it not?" He asked. She looked around with questioning eyes and asked him, "Grandfather, I beg you.... no one else may know what you know...." "Do not be alarmed, mayfly. It is only I who am within earshot." She shook her head. "My shame... it is too great." And then she closed her eyes and attempted to go back to her meditation. "Failure.... is often a stepping stone to greater success....one must not fear it.... one must embrace the chance for larger growth." Without looking his way again she lifted her eyes and peered out into the surrounding hills. "A great crime has been perpetrated against my person.... I fear its effects may have altered me in ..... some unknown way..." "You now insult your grandfather...." He mused. "Yes... I apologize... I do know the way... and it is an offense to me.... I cannot hold out against it..." She told him with a heavy sigh. He nodded. "No man knows fear, mayfly... until fear comes to him.... yet fear exists long before a man is born. Once fear arrives... it is a matter of what is within one's self .... in order to deal with it. Many things are like this. Many things are just as fear is..... nothing is new but the man.... or the woman herself." "This day, Grandfather. I should be dead. I should be lifeless and at the bottom of the river. But I am not, and yet others before me may have met similar fates. I, and my team, were spared for something unseen.... something unknown which comes our way....." She said while still looking out into the hills. Her grandfather merely sat, puffing on his long pipe and listening. She continued. "This fear.... this new fear... for me.... comes with a heavy price I am not sure that I can pay." He pulled the pipe from his lips and nodded. "Were you to face a mighty dragon, with mighty jaws and a fiery breath.... and not feel the heat of his flame? ..... would you not find your skin ravaged ... perhaps for all time .... in order to bring about his downfall? This is a decision that has already been made..... and one that must be seen through to its victory..... or defeat." She slowly turned and faced the old man while still sitting before him. "I do not enjoy defeat, Grandfather." He shrugged his shoulders and replied. "My little mayfly, which of us truly enjoyed being removed from the womb?" ******* Quimby was a scientific genius who had few peers. His large, potato shaped head had a little tuft of black hair upon its rounded point. He wore big, black rimmed glasses that made his eyes look like magnified black saucers surrounded by the whites in his sockets. Barely sporting a neck, his shoulders rested just below his bulbous head, and the rest of his torso fanned out from shoulders to bottom in an unusually grotesque rolling, churning "bowling pin" of fat. His short, fat legs always dangled from any stool or seat he took and it was a marvel to many just how he managed to keep his rotund body from tipping over. But Quimby's body was not the main interest for Ken Turgesen's organization. His main concern was the other-worldy like genius of the man despite his almost frightening addiction to several types of perversion. Turgesen had found that the price to be paid for Quimby's genius was his fulfillment of his most base fantasy desires. Once discovered, he had run with the concept and his organization's growth had gone through the roof as a result. "OOOoooooOOOOOOOOOoooooo!" Quimby cooed as he sat within his lab which was a part of the temporary headquarters of Turgesen's encroaching organization. He sat looking through photographs he had printed out from the internet, and with each pass of a photo, he spoke an amazed, "OOOOOooooOOOOOooooo!" in response. On the same Wednesday after the routing of Stryke Force 1 at Fisherman's Warf, Mac walked into the lab from the outside hallway, having been instructed to meet Mr. Turgesen himself there. He heard Quimby cooing to himself loudly and giggling as well and wondered to himself what all that crazy shit could be about. Never having been too far into the temp lab before, he stopped to take a look at one of the side walls. What the Fuck? He asked himself, as he saw an entire wall of women's hair color boxes all lined up and stacked on top of one another as though they had been put on display for sale in a drug store. They were curiously only brunette colors. Bizarre behavior by Quimby had become an expected thing by everyone who knew him for only a short amount of time, but this even caught Mac by surprise. Oh, hang on. He told himself. There's chemicals in that stuff. Yeah, he's cannibalizing chemicals. He surmised. OOOooooOOOOoooooo!" Went Quimby once more, and Mac turned to see what Quimby was up to. Walking down rows of tables with beakers, Bunsen burners, notebooks and other weird science stuff all on display, he finally reached the "pumpkin" like scientist at the end of one of the back tables. "Yo, Quimby." He called out. "What's shakin', my man?" Quimby turned with a start and crouched as though he had been swung at with an unseen disciplinary ruler. He regarded Mac with huge, almost alien like eyes behind his large lense glasses and broke forth with a crooked smile. "OOOoooo hello, Mac!" He said with too much enthusiasm. "Mac! Mac! Is this the Gold Stryke?? Is this the girl who leads the Stryke Force 1?" He asked as he held up an API photograph of Gold Stryke between his two chubby hands. Mac took a look at Gold Stryke, smiled a bit, nodded and told Quimby, "Yeah, that's the bitch." "OOOooooOOOooooO!" Quimby cooed again with almost a quiver of his whole body. "She is sooooo bea-you-teeeee-fullll!" He dragged out with a bizarre, guttural sound in his voice. "Yeah, she's hot shit." Mac agreed. "I'm the one who nailed her. Got her filled up for ya just right." He said with an assured nod. "OOOOOooooOOOoooo! You? You got her yourself?" Quimby asked with a smack of his crooked lips. "Yeah, aint no thing.... once your reverb knocked them stupid... we gave 'em the shots... then the tube steak boogie.... was like any other time, bro. I done it in and out of prison."