Epilogue: Blaze's Suicide Squad XIV: From Russia With Lust

The mechanical claw seized on Captain Boomerang's neck. With contemptuous ease, the Captain was lifted in the air, gasping for air, a razor-edged boomerang in each hand...and then his foe pressed the barrel of a gun against their crotch.

"Drop your weapons, cunt."

The words were English, but the accent was Russian. A black and red mask covered most of the figure's face, except for a bulbous glass lens that served as an eye...and the rest of her was clad in a tight-fitting costume that showed off the ridiculously bulbous breast implants, the bulging muscles in her arms one of which ended in a bulky metal prosthesis which included a machine gun, the barrel of which dug into the tight leather pants that Captain Boomerang had adopted ever since "he" became "she"...

Boomerang hesitated, just for a moment...and then opened her hands, to let the boomerangs fall to the floor, where they embedded themselves.

Four other women, similarly dressed and augmented, emerged from the shadows. They scanned the alleyway, little red lights blazing as they peered into corners that no human eye should have been able to see.

"Did you come alone, cunt?" The cyborg who held him growled, as the mechanical claw tightened. "Where are your friends? You think you can fuck with Hammer?"

The claws bit into Captain Boomerang's neck...but a strange smile twisted her face, even as the eyes began to dim.

"You...don't...know...who...you're...fucking...with..." she gasped.

Then the explosive boomerangs she had dropped exploded.

Twenty-Four Hours Earlier

"Anatoli Knyazev, codename: KGBeast," Amanda Waller said as the image of a cyborg filled the screen. "Operative of a Soviet-era program called Hammer. Its purpose was deep-penetration **** behind enemy lins..."

She was seated, by necessity, in a wheelchair. Her stomach was a brown sphere, dark stretch marks radiatiang out from the exposed navel like the emanations of a black sun. Even seated, the stomach extended out past her knees, and her breasts hung on either side of it like head-sized afterthoughts, barely contained in a kind of sarong.

"Jesus woman, shouldn't you be in the hospital?" Captain Boomerang said, her face pale. The pregnant woman's eyes flicked out over the audience and settled on the red-skinned demon in black jeans and a Daily Planet t-shirt.

Blaze reached over and flicked Boomerang's right nipple.

"Ow!" she hissed as she grabbed her tit. "These damn things are sensitive..."

"You were saying, ma'am?" Rick Flagg broke in.

"After the fall of the USSR, Hammer went into abeyance...but as the Russian Federation gained steam, someone with old KGB contacts found and sold most of the assets to an organized crime group. We have recently learned that they are using that technology to cybernetically augment prostitutes here in Washington, D.C. There was an...incident...involving a member of Congress. We have released a cover story, but Task **** X has been instructed to find and eliminate this potential threat to American interests with **** prejudice."

Waller slowly, achingly, turned her chair around. The navel faced the assembled team like the Eye of Sauron. The belly bulged from within, and more than one member of the squad swore they could see the imprint of a hoof distend that surface.

Now

Gunfire spat out from above as Rick Flagg and Bane repelled down the sides of the alley. On the ground, Captain Boomerang twisted, brought her feet up against the head of his assailant and straightened her body. The mechanical claw pulled off of the too-human arm with a wet snap, yellow bone gleamed as she pried the claws apart and sucked in air.

"Take that ye fucking...KGBreasts!" Boomerang managed.

The last of the cyborg prostitutes tried to run. Blaze stood between her and the entrance of the alley.

"B! We need that one alive!" Flagg called out.

The globular tits bounced as the cyborg brought up her mechanical arm. It shook as bullets erupted out of the end...and Blaze held up her hand and gave her Mona Lisa grin as the flying lead hung in mid-air. Unperturbed, the cyborg tried to barrel through the demon...

Blaze put on a show of holding her. The demon's red handpulled up the long blonde hair that streamed out like a ponytail, exposing the USB slot at the base of her neck. She glanced at Boomerang.

There was a flicker of motion...and then a tiny boomerang was embedded in place. It blinked as it uploaded the virus. When it stopped blinking, Blaze made a showof slipping, loosening her grip...and pulling out the USBoomerang. The augmented prostitute fled into the night, carrying with her the virus that would cripple the whole operation when it was uploaded to Hammer's computers.

After

"So I tell Katana she's not fat, there's just more of her to love," Flagg said.

Bane shook his head and sipped his vodka. Blaze gave Flagg a pat on the back. Married life was not what he expected.

It was one of those too-twee Washington, D.C. bars, the kind that tries to look like they've been there since the founding of the country but lack the money or the style to look like anything more than the tail end of a fleamarket. But they served a mean Moscow mule, and that had seemed appropriate somehow.

Blaze looked over at Boomerang. She was chatting up a transgender woman in the corner, the bright blue-and-green dress tight enough to show the panties and the package they contained.

"Boomer knows, right?" Flagg said.

"Of course she does. She told me she still likes girls, she just likes getting dicked too, so...trying to find her middle ground." Blaze said. "Relax, I got her an IUD for her birthday after the prison scare. Last thing Boomer needs is to be pregnant, and for almost everything else there's a shot for that."

Bane grabbed the bottle and poured. He raised his glass.

"To comrades," he said.

"Comrades!" Blaze and Flagg clinked glasses and drank to that.

In all, it was a very quiet night.

After After

Lois Lane ran her hands down her stomach. She was still eight pounds away from her pre-pregnancy weight...and she could see the marks on her body. The way her breasts sagged heavier, the nipples darker than before. The little roll in her stomach, the white criss-cross of stretch marks. The creeping mat of black pubic hair that covered her triangle, the way the labia protruded between her lips.

She didn't think of herself as very sexy, these days.

Not until Angie came home, perfumed with vodka, shedding clothes and cock stiff. Another successful mission, another story to regale her with... The reporter smiled to herself, glad that she had let her sister Lucy babysit the twins tonight. She glanced at the little surprise she had for Angie, wrapped up neatly in its box. Then she heard the sound of the door open, and turned to give her love the good news.

Only as Lois Lane turned, it wasn't Blaze that stood there. It was a tall woman in a red-and-black costume, with ridiculous oversized breast implants. Her left arm ended in a heavy metal prosthetic from which the barrel of a gun protruded...and this she plugged roughly into the reporter's pussy.

"Please..." Lois Lane's violet eyes went wide. "Don't! I'm...I'm pregnant..."

The single glass eye of the cyborg seemed to rotate.

"Then, for your child's sake," the KGBreast said in a thick Russian accent. "You will do exactly as I say."