Chapter Ten

Part Three.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe you’re taking me on a tour of the Ladies of Liberty secret headquarters, babe!”

Zane hadn’t expected the elevator to keep going this deep, cleverly concealed behind a bookshelf in a forgotten municipal book depository, but the company was good.

The best, when he considered it. That distinction was important.

Colly, also known as Kinetica, pressed into his side. Her pillowy, spandex-covered cleavage enveloped Zane’s increasingly muscular arm as she tossed her dense mane of golden hair and preened prettily for him.

“Of course, sugar. You should familiarize yourself with the resources available if you’re going to join the squad.” Colette said, ostensibly leaning closer to straighten Zane’s tie while covertly caressing the ever-present bulge in his slacks. “Learn all the ins and outs of combating evil. Explore the many bonuses of life as a hero.”

God, she was gorgeous! The poster girl of crime-fighting. Zane couldn’t believe the cute but nerdy archive technician he was dating had actually been New Avalon’s top telekinetic superheroine in disguise the whole time.

“Um, can we even call ourselves the Ladies of Liberty if there’s a dude on the team?” Sarah, better known as Sally Putty, asked dubiously. Snuggled eagerly into Zane's other side, the elasticated girl wasn’t shy about her intentions. She’d had a hand on his rear the entire trip. “Even if he’s not on the front line, the dick still counts, right?”

Colette and Zane gazed curiously at the green-haired super whose changeable body mimicked a silicone-stuffed porn star today. All tits and ass with thick thighs and narrow waist, warping her skin-tight costume in mouth-watering fashion. The green spandex strained to contain her immodesty like a miracle of science.

“What? I’m just saying.” She said defensively. “It’s a great dick. Fucking amazing for power ups and, ya know, fucking. Dicks before clits, that’s my new motto. But the… whatcha call ‘em… sales geeks will have kittens if we flip the script without warning.”

They continued to stare in silence, making her squirm. “Hey, don’t give me those looks. You’re harshing my vibe.”

“Zay-Zay is an enhancer.” Colette spoke slowly, as though to a simpleton. Her soft hand gripped the lump in his trousers possessively. “A **** multiplier. His contributions to the battle against injustice far outweigh complaints from the marketing department.”

“I was just saying,” Sarah repeated sullenly, before perking up with a ditzy grin. “Hey, who wants to bang in the Freedomobile?” She jabbed two thumbs at her over-inflated chest. “This girl! How ‘bout it, sir? Wanna bend me over the weapons system and dump a hot load in my pussy?”

The strange energy in Zane’s middle throbbed like a second heartbeat, ignited by Colly’s teasing touch and Sarah’s shameless proposition. His cock uncoiled like a rearing python, sickly yellow light seeping through his pants.

Both women gasped, affected by the strobing power. Clinging harder to Zane, their breaths quickening, bodacious breasts heaving. A minuscule part of him screamed something was wrong, but…

There’s nothing to worry about. Colly’s voice echoed in his mind.

“Are we there yet?” He growled, clamping onto their superhumanly perfect posteriors. “A romp in the freedomobile sounds like fun.”

“Sugar!”

“Oh, sir!”

The smooth hum of the descent had been uninterrupted for nearly a full minute, the reinforced glass panels showing a blur of descending white light strips in the shaft walls. When it finally stopped with a gentle hiss, the doors opened, and Zane stepped into another world, his fingers buried in the ass cracks of two world-class beauties.

The secret HQ of the LoL, New Avalon’s most vaunted defenders.

The corridor ahead curved like a crescent moon, its walls gleaming pristine white, with subtle azure veins running through them like circuits. The air smelled faintly of ozone and something sweetly floral—some kind of calming scent protocol, no doubt. Even the floor beneath Zane’s boots was immaculate: white ceramic composite interlaid with thin auric pathways that glowed faintly as they staggered down it, pawing at each other like horny teens.

The ceiling arched high above, framed by elegant gilded ribs that shimmered with soft ambient light. Holo-displays floated in the air here and there — mission summaries, current threat levels, encrypted messages written in shifting glyphs.

They passed by a semi-transparent digital mural depicting the Ladies of Liberty in action: Kinetica flying a schoolbus of cheering orphans to safety; Sally Putty wrapped around the many ankles of the forty-story-tall crustation called King Krab; Silver streak winning gold at the Super Olympics; Miss Miriad’s clones fighting back the replicant hordes of the Duchess Duplicanta.

The corridor led to a trophy hall.

The walls there widened, rose higher, and were lined with glass-fronted alcoves, each featuring a spotlight and a plaque.

Zane seized Colly in a ravenous kiss, shoving her back against a case holding a bizarre contraption that looked like the bastard child of a toaster and a saxophone. The plaque read: The Sonic Scone Cannon — confiscated from The Crumpeteer.

She moaned in Zane’s mouth as their tongues danced, jacking his rearing length through the shrinking prison of his pants. Sarah pressed her massive melons into Zane’s back, extending a serpent-like tongue to lick his ear.

Next, Zane spun to grab the green-haired heroine, groping her expansive figure as they crashed into a headless chrome warbot in a crimson cape — Remains of Soviet Sentinel #7. Other iterations unaccounted for.

It hit the floor with the sonorous clang of a funeral bell. Sarah didn’t care, giggling as Zane dry humped her against the wall. His pulsing package rubbing the damp spandex covering her pronounced camel toe.

“Mmmm, that’s it, sir. Take me right here.” The elasticated bimbo husked, hooking a hyper-flexible leg behind her neck to give him more access. “Fuck me with that life-changing cock.”

Zane grappled with his belt, prepared to do just that. The throbbing energy built inside him, demanding release. His irises took on an otherworldly yellow sheen. Sparks crackled at his fingertips, buried in Sarah’s thick rump.

“Stop!” Colly/Kinetica’s psychic command struck the amorously grappling duo like a hammer blow, freezing them in place. “Goodness, Zay-Zay. Exercise some restraint with your power. Please, sugar, it’s overwhelming.”

His girlfriend clutched a display case as if she’d collapse without the support. Under the glass, a diamond tiara resting atop a melted gauntlet, flanked by a shredded Victorian ball gown with an EverythingMart nametag pinned to the décolletage — Relics of the Battle of the LoL vs. Monarch Retailia.

Zane took a calming breath as her psionic hold loosened. The energy receded to a tolerable thrum, not gone but manageable.

He shot her a reproachful glare. “Babe, what the hell?”

“Yeah, talk about a clam jam.” Sarah hissed, nuzzling his neck.

“I’m sorry, Zay-Zay.” Colly visibly wilted, lifting off the ground to fly to Zane’s side. “Remember where you are. Here, in the nerve center of justice. Didn’t you want the tour? There’s much I wish to show you, but your power is too distracting. Too intoxicating. The best heroes learn to control their abilities. Can you do that for me? Just for a few minutes. I promise to make it worth your while…”

Zane grunted, pushing Sarah away. Sighing regretfully, she uncoiled her snaking arms, which had looped like ropes around his burly torso. That was fine.

Zane wouldn’t–couldn’t settle for anything but the best.

That’s what Colly wanted for him, after all.

So he would become the best because that’s what he deserved.

Zane hungrily eyed the damp splotches blossoming on the front of Colly’s overtaxed uniform, right over the outline of her puckered nipples, before shaking off the insidious thirst.

Glancing about, he realized his surroundings weren’t simply high-tech pageantry. They represented history—a weird, absolutely glorious superhero history. He could practically hear the over-the-top theme music.

They moved further toward the center of the HQ, passing training arenas with shifting gravity fields, labs with humming crystalline matrices, and war rooms where the LoL likely debated strategy around oval-shaped tables.

Zane felt privileged to be there. He felt special and, though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he was awestruck.

It wasn’t just the HQ of the mightiest all-female superhero squad on the continent but the cradle of legends. By some stroke of serendipity, he was strolling through the beating heart of justice with two such legends hanging off his arms.

“We’re almost there, sugar.” Colly purred, “I can’t wait to show you where the magic happens.”

“Uh, we don’t have any magic wielders.” Sarah pointed out, tugging Zane’s hand towards her crotch. “Unless by magic you mean fucking, then yeah. Let’s all have a magical fucking day!”

As they stepped through a circular blast door, Zane had to stop and blink.

The Command Nexus was colossal — a vast underground chamber carved with cathedral-like allusions. The walls soared into vaulted arches, their snowy-white surfaces etched with glimmering lines of circuitry, like gilded vines, illuminated faintly with azure light. The ceiling was a seamless dome that projected a panoramic illusion of the skies over New Avalon — day, night, storm, or starfield depending on the hour or weather.

It felt like standing inside a futuristic temple dedicated to the gods of justice.

Upon a raised platform, four ornate chairs sat equidistantly apart, arranged in a semicircle—each sculpted from some lustrous white alloy and trimmed with gold and sapphire accents. They were thrones built for queens who preferred action to ceremony. Each bore the trademark insignia of a founding member of the Ladies of Liberty.

And parked just off to the side on a gleaming turntable was the Freedomobile.

Zane took a step toward it, entranced.

It looked like a concept car designed by a futurist with a grudge. Sleek, low-set, and angular, with an aerodynamic silhouette broken only by hidden weapon ports and thruster vents. Wing-shaped spoilers swept back like something out of a dream, hovering just an inch off the ground, humming faintly in anticipation.

He whispered, “Whoa.”

Colly followed his gaze with a coy smile. “She goes from zero to Mach one in four seconds. And she can take a hit from a plasma mortar without losing radio.”

Zane tried to speak, failed, then just nodded.

Deep in his chest, he felt it: the sheer scope of what she was offering him. Not just wealth and the perceived prestige that came from owning expensive things. Not simply sex with the hottest, most adored superheroines in New Avalon and the fortifying effect of her miracle milk.

No, Colly was dangling power–true power–in front of Zane like a carrot.

The means to correct every wrong he’d witnessed in this rotten city.

To avenge every petty slight he had suffered in a life defined by ignominy.

Herein lay the reins of authority, if he was bold enough to seize them.

“She also has a wet bar, leather seats, and miles of leg space in the back,” Sarah added, draping herself over the vehicle like a car show model. She shot Zane a wink and expanded her copious cleavage another cup size. The green spandex stretched scandalously thin. “Plenty of room to get frisky, if you know what I’m saying.”

The energy within him spiked at the blatant invitation, and this time, Colly didn’t object.

Instead, the gorgeous blonde engaged her telekinetic powers to unzip Zane’s pants, freeing his glowing length, and melting against him as they all basked in the yellow radiance.

Zame’s confidence surged. How could it not, with two inhumanly perfect superstars practically gushing for him? He drew Colly into a passionate kiss before spanking her toned rump and shoving her towards the elasticated heroine.

“Get over there, babe. We’re gonna fulfill a long-held fantasy.”

Aaaand we return to Zane and Colly, with all their well-intentioned, yet ill-advised shenanigans. Sarah's there too, playing her part as best she can. If you'd like to support my writing aspirations and gain early access to all my stories weeks before they're released to the public, please consider joining my Patreon page. Cheers, and happy reading!