In a panic, she pressed one of the electracomps, only to see them both shatter. She looked up at the horrifying eyes of DynaGirl, with a sickening grin, as her partner let out a soft snicker, then a laugh, as Ali joined in.
"You see, ElectraWoman, the submarine got out with two of the containers. DynaGirl will get us out of here, and you will die at her hands." He laughed with delight.
Wide eyed, ElectraWoman backed up, looking at her partner. "DynaGirl! No!"
The partner sneered with a low grow. "So, this won't end the way you wanted, Queen?"
The blond looked around, in a panic. The evil DynaGirl had reemerged, stepping beside Ali. The blond tried to think quick.
"DynaGirl, he'll never share the money and the power with you!"
"Shall I Ali?" she said with her hands on her hips.
"Oh yes!" he said, rubbing his hands together. The blond braced herself as Dynagirl pressed her electracomp, and it fired.
"Ali murdered Ron!" ElectraWoman screamed, as a blue beam encircled her feet. Her forelegs were encased in ice. "He killed the man you loved! Ahhhhhhhh!" She screamed as the ice incased her body, up over her head.
"Yes!!!" Ali jumped up and down, grinning with utter delight as he saw his greatest victory. The Princess just smiled smugly.
But then DynaGirl slowly turned to him. Her face was tense, sneering.
"DynaGirl? What's wrong?" He said backing up.
"You know what's wrong, Ali. I saw him die. You shot him in the back! Hanging on to the roof! You coward!" She eyed him with contempt.
"He killed Gene!"
"That pussy? He wasn't half the man Minister Elander was. And ElectraWoman would never let me give you the treatment you deserve!"
Ali lifted his sword. She laughed as she grabbed ElectraWoman's shield. "Bring it on, dead meat!"
At that moment, the Princess stepped behind DynaGirl. Her eyes flashed, marking a build up. DynaGirl turned around, holding up the shield, as Ali darted out of the way. The intensely bright white beam discharged, as DynaGirl cooly held up her shield, carefully aiming it. The beam hit it with great force, as DynaGirl held her position. The beam reflected off the shield, directly back into the Princess. She flew from the impact, flying into the pit. She smashed against the side. Before the robot could figure anything out, she was falling into a bottomless pit.
DynaGirl looked back at Ali. The look of terror had come over his face. He held up his sword, and charged. DynaGirl darted, deflecting the sword with her tarnished shield. He again faced her, with both hands on the sword. He went for her left wrist. She jumped out of the way, just as he sliced at her face. Her cheek was scraped by the sword, as Dyna stopped to notice the bleeding.
"Almost got me, Ali," she smiled as the villain could see the blood dripping down her face. "You blew your chance. Now it's mine!"
The pink vixen screamed as she lunged into flip, with her shield following through. Ali lost sight of her, as the shield smashed into his head. He screamed with pain as DynaGirl repositioned herself. She flung her shield into Ali's right hand, smashing his wrist. He screamed as he dropped his sword. She picked it up. He was crying in pain. "You know Ali, the great thing about Tourenbourg?" the deranged heroine said. "It's not like America. They don't like to try traitors. They'd just as soon kill them!" She raised the sword.
"Noooooo!!!!" he screamed. The sword plunged into his heart as he looked into her eyes with terror. "Arrrggghh! No!" He moaned. The vixen stood above him, looking at him as he died. She stepped back, and dropped the sword, breathing heavily.
She looked around the cavern, her eyes finally settling on the icy blue incasement of her partner. She walked over slowly as the look on her face changed from a forced smile to disgust. She raised her fist, and sent it smashing into her partner's face, as she screamed "ARRGGG!"
"OWWW!" she cried, as the pain of the solid ice sent screaming pain into her hand. The force of the blow knocked the incasement over, shattering the ice along the arms, and cracking it on the body and neck. DynaGirl stepped back to watch her partner wiggle in the ice, as her red-orange arms moved free, trying to pick off the pieces on the head. But the evil partner just sadistically looked. The mentor desperately smashed her ice entombed head into the rocky floor, cracking its shell, and peeling off the incasement. The brunette laughed as she heard a gasp of air. She folded her arms, watching ElectraWoman pull of pieces of ice from her body, shivering with choppy breathing.
"Thanks for helping, Dyna," said the blond between chattering teeth, as she wiggled her body to unloosen her legs.
"My name is DynaGirl!" the prodigy said forcefully.
The ice cracked. "I don't think so. Not any more."
"Let's go. One on one. The loser goes down the pit," DynaGirl challenged, raising her gloves.
"No. You'd never win, and I'd never throw you down there." As ElectraWoman freed her boots, DynaGirl charged her. The blond instinctually darted out of the way. She stood, facing her junior, her body stiff and shivering violently. Again, DynaGirl charged her, as ElectraWoman pivoted, and flipped her onto the ground. Her wind was knocked out.
The blond walked over to Ali's body. "Nice handy work, Dyna." The junior was gasping for air, as her senior rubbed her arms together. "So, did this make you feel better?"
At this point Captain Brady led five soldiers into the cavern. But the blond vixen motioned for them to stop.
Breathing and sweating, DynaGirl picked up a rock. ElectraWoman darted for the shield, but laughed as she did it.
"Oh, a rock? Now I'm scared. Looks like you used up your juice on the electrafreeze." DynaGirl whipped the stone at her knees, but the shield deflected it. "Dyna, if you wanted to kill me, all you had to do was to leave me in that icy tomb. And you know that." The junior folded her arms.
"My name is DynaGirl!"
"No it's not. Not anymore. You understand it now."
"What?"
"The bitterness. The real truth in life."
"Like evil being stronger than good?" She charged the blond, trying to tackle her. But ElectraWoman raised her shield, and hit DynaGirl in the head. "OWWW! Shit!"
"Next time Dyna, I won't hold back," said the mentor, watching her partner cringe on the floor. "So answer my question. Did you feel better after you killed Ali?"
The brunette turned around, holding her bruised head. "No."
ElectraWoman walked over to her. "And all those warm emotions that you had for Ron. Early love? What are they replaced by now?"
"Bitterness and dispare. Just like you said." DynaGirl sat up, looking at her partner in disgust.
"Girls are filled with talk of love is forever. They don't realize it's not. You love someone, then one day they're gone. And sometimes violently, as with Ron and my father. And love is replaced with bitterness. And emptiness. Not that I'm immortal. But they weren't. And you won't feel better." DynaGirl looked at her partner's eyes. "Anyone who knows that truth, Dyna, is no girl."
The blond grabbed her partners hand and forced it down on the ground, scooping up earth. "You know what Ron was? And my father? This!" She lifted Dyna's arm up as both of them held Earth in their hands. The junior struggled, and with violent force pushed ElectraWoman towards the pit. She pushed as hard as she could, knocking her blond mentor to the edge of the hole, as ElectraWoman felt a leg slip over. Wide-eyed, the blond grabbed the junior's boots, twisting her ankles, as Dyna lost balance. The mentor pushed with all her might and her one leg on the ground, and shoved the two back away from the pit.
The senior stood, and immediately pulled the brunette up. She then grabbed her charge by the shoulders. "You know why good is stronger than evil? We know we die." She shouted into her protege's face. "We know we're Earth! We know all the temptations of this world are just for a moment." She shook her violently, and then stopped. "All things come to an end. Good realizes that."
The pink vixen planted her feet, and shoved ElectraWoman against the wall. The super blondie hit with a thud, as her cheek and mouth slammed against rock. Dyna darted for the sword, still dripping with Ali's blood. The mentor fell onto the ground, as blood came out her mouth. She looked up as Dyna approached with her sword. But already, she found the junior's weak spot.
"Good knows that we need to suffer to help others. Maybe we hope that our sacrifice's makes changes. But now even better for you, my evil partner. There won't be an ElectraWoman anymore."
The junior looked at the blond, stunned. "This is the end." The brunette dropped her sword, losing all orientation. The super barbie also dropped the rock she was clutching on to, in case Dyna charged her.
ElectraWoman stood facing her protege, taking a moment to spit blood out of her mouth. Dyna touched her cheek, to find the blood had dripped from her temple to her jaw. With a few seconds of uncertain silence, Dyna undid her electracomp, handing it to her partner.
"Oh no, Dyna. I'm not holding that for you while you turn back into good. You can do that yourself." With the disgust that only hate can produce in the eyes, Dyna looked back at her partner, who was unmoving.
"I can't stand this feeling!" Dyna screeched.
"If you choose good, I can help you cope with it. But don't fool yourself. We're both in for much pain."
The brunette paused as she looked at her wrist device. The power had restored to two bars. ElectraWoman grabbed it, set the controls, then handed it back to her.
"Press when ready." Dyna positioned the device on her hands. She peered into it for a few seconds, as a diver about to jump into cold water. Then she hit the button.
ElectraWoman expected to see a reaction similar to a few hours before. But Dyna stayed calm. She centered herself, determined not to lose her consciousness. With only one electracomp left, it was less intense, but of greater endurance. Her breathing got heavier as her eyes grew wider. The soldiers watched stunned, as the blond kept them back. Then, Dyna relaxed, looking down at the floor. Her mentor smiled, holding her prot�g�'s hands. Dyna looked up, with a look of despair in her eyes.
"You did it!" the mentor smiled at her charge. "You defeated both of them!"
Dyna looked at Ali's body, and gasped.
"Judy, you did amazing." She tried to smile. Lori continued. "We have one more task as superheroines. Then, I lose the spandex."
The watchmen were alighted not only that the Queen and her maiden were safe, but that Ali was dead. Captain Brady dropped a flare into the pit, revealing several pieces of the android about 100 feet below. But Lori and Judy darted to the elevator with several guards, as they were going to regain control of the castle.
Upon entering the first floor, daylight had broken. Through a collection of hidden panels and passageways, the party made their way up to the King's level. Judy handed Lori her electracomp, upon which she communicated with Frank. All she said to him was, "Tell Big Brother the sub got away." With much tension, the party discovered no Arabian guardsmen alive. Only scattered bodies.
ElectraWoman held her hand up, halting the party in the foyer. She looked at her charge. "If I go solo, ElectraStrobe should work." The brunette looked to the side, thinking. Then she nodded her head. The blond pushed a few buttons. And the soldiers never saw her leave.
In the King's suite, the Arabian guard looked at his watch. It was fast approaching seven. He knew there were problems with the operation, but was not going to wait any longer. He brought out the needle, and loaded the poison.
ElectraWoman went from room to room. She tried to look as fast as she could, but she didn't think she was moving fast enough. She made her way down to the King's suites.
The guard grabbed the IV and proceeded to inject it. But as he looked at the IV, the needle was gone! Instantly he was engulfed in a yellow glow as the heroine emerged in front of him. She kept her device trained on him.
The remains of the Castle Watch along with the maiden were led by Captain Brady to the King's Suite. They carefully made their way into his bedroom, where Alex was laying unconscious, with an IV in him. And sitting down in the corner, was Lori, holding guard on the invader.
"Dispose of this human jetsam somewhere," she sneered.
Lori took off her cape and gloves, and turned around for Judy to unzip her, then sat down, waiting the outcome. But Judy had another concern.
"Lori, I need to go and see..." her voice cracked. The blond just nodded. Judy left as several watchmen followed her. As they made there way to the main stairway, she could see other watchmen taking position, as passwords flew. She walked down the grand stairway, past the main ballroom, where only hours before she had the most sensual experience of her life. The watchmen opened the huge doorway for her.
She darted outside, seeing the golden glow of sunrise coming from the ocean. She looked up, seeing the West tower, and ran over to the building face. She stopped suddenly. There, laying on the ground, was the body of Ron. Broken from the fall, with numerous bullet holes from Ali, much blood was on the ground. She walked over cautiously, letting out a cry. Tears fell as she viewed his suffering. She knelt down, seeing his open eyes. As she went to close them, she could feel that his skull was crushed. She kneeled there, looking at the remains, letting her tears flow freely.
Lori snapped awake, as there was a commotion by the bed. She heard a command in that glutteral language that sounded desperate. She asked a watchman nearby, "What did he say?"
"Get hot water, immediately."
"Why?" He looked back puzzled.
"For coffee."
She looked over to see the King moving. A doctor would later translate for her how the King had been given a harmless sedative, although the syringe Lori secured contained a deadly drug. Slowly she crept over to the bed, staying aside from the guards. Alex's eyes finally opened, looking up the big haired heroine. He smiled warmly. His eyes filled her with a powerful mix of infatuation from the dance floor, the despair when he was hypnotized, the mercy when he stayed his stroke. He then reached for her hand.
Judy took off her cape, laying it over Ron's body. But as she pulled it up over his face, she grabbed the stiff, cool corpse, giving a hug out of desperation. Then, she heard a women approaching, yelling at her. She looked up, seeing a distraught older frau, a servant at the castle. She started screaming hysterically, crying, as another servant tried to comfort her. A watchman pulled Judy back.
"What's going on?" Judy asked through tears and confusion.
"That's the Minister's mother. Come, let's go."
Captain Brady began to report to the King on their desperate state. Lori could not understand what they were saying, and yet she suspected that the Captain had avoided telling him one devastating fact. The heroine looked at him.
"You highness. There was an additional casualty this morning. Minister Elander was murdered while protecting myself and Judy." He looked stunned and shocked, with a look of 'what else can go wrong' that leaders sometimes get. She saw his eyes water, as he fought to keep his composure.
Despite his horror at the events that had expired, Alex did not let go of Lori's hand. Finally,he told the Captain to continue to secure the Castle grounds, and call up reserves to fill in the dead Watchmen. Alex pulled the saline drip out of his arm, and got up to shower and dress. The watchmen left, with two soldiers remaining in the suite. Lori sat on the bed, waiting. Looking around. 5 minutes flew by as she was in a trance of confusion. Then she got up, and walked into the changing room. She could hear the shower. Instinct took over. She peeled off the spandex leotard, and ripped the tights off in shreds. She unzipped those boots, and pulled off the bra.
Alex stood in the center of a 7 head, large marble shower stall. He was leaning against a wall, in shock at the loss of most of his Watchmen and his best friend. He heard a sound behind, as he darted around.
Water flowed over his hair, onto his beard. There, in front of him, stood the blond, his lifetime friend, stark naked. Her hair was big and wild from the adventures the previous night. Her breasts were large and full, her hips and legs, deadly. She walked forward, into the first streams of water. She grabbed soap, and began to wash his chest. He stared at her, in a daze, as she rubbed the fine milled lotion over his firm pectorals. She continued down his stomach. He looked stunned, shocked to find his friend, yet his passion, intimately here. He pulled her in, kissing her long and deep.
He pushed her against the marble tile, the cool stone stinging her back as the warm water pelted her stomach and breasts. His kiss went down to her neck, and then to those full, sumptuous breasts, his tongue encircling her nipples. She moaned, as he continued kissing lower. The tip of his tongue massaged her, as she grabbed onto his shoulders. Water hit her face from several shower heads as her breathing increased. She pulled him up.
He then laid on her to penetrate. Those hips positioned for his entry, as her juices flowed freely. She grunted as she felt him inside her. Her muscular thighs lifted her powerful hips, as her groin moved around in a circle, as he moved in and out of her slowly.
The watchman outside peered into the room, surprised not to see the King yet. He ventured into the changing room, seeing Lori's costume on the floor. Then he heard a woman's scream of ecstasy coming from the shower. He snuck out, and told his fellow guard everything was great.
Lori was escorted to her room, wearing a royal bathrobe, and carrying her uniform. Judy was laying on the bed in tears. She went in, carefully placing her ElectraWoman outfit in its special bag. Then she went to comfort her friend, but there was a knock at the door. She opened it to find several watchmen.
"We found a stranger trying to enter the castle grounds. He claims that he is a friend of yours."
"Frank!" she shouted as she saw the computer wizard in shackles. Judy jumped up. The men said something in Tourenbourgish, chuckling as they unlocked his irons.
"Men, the King needs Frank's help to set up the security system."
"Does that mean we're all going to be issued pocket protectors?" Again, they laughed.
"Your castle's system is antiquated. I will get you out of the stone age in a few hours." The soldiers went for conformation, as Frank entered the room. Judy ran up to him, embracing him and not letting go.
Lori looked warmly on them for a minute, and then had to ask, "Frank, it's so good to see you. Have you checked the AP lately?"
"Yes, vicious rumors are circulating. And the world has only rumors from Tourenbourg." Lori went over to her phone. "I guess I'm still a NewsMakers reporter for now." She sat down, as the watchmen returned for Frank.
"Now, don't try and speak your language around me. I need English!" he muttered. They again joked in Tourenbourgish.
The lights had been left on in Lucretia's chamber. She complained loudly before a stocky woman reminded her that sleep deprivation was considered "a ok" for interrogating enemies of the state. In addition to this, she found herself repulsed by the feel of the submarine. And continuing in her sleeplessness, she noticed a sudden jerk in the vehicle, as she spilled onto the ground.
In the bridge, that captain had just been issued new orders. The navigator scurried, as the sub changed course.
Speeding away from the port was a small sub, with their members assured of the success of their mission. They distributed Hustlers for the guard to enjoy, as their leader eyed the containers of plutonium, ready to be refined.
"There it is!" the navigator told the captain.
"Hold your course. Ram it by its nose!"
Indeed, amidst the celebration, the leader of the rogue sub slowly noticed the sound. Their navigator had been checking out American beauties in a magazine. But he suddenly shouted commands, as they changed course. The race was on.
The captain of the nuclear sub chuckled softly, as he saw them quickly approach the target. The rogue vehicle expected to be fire upon. But with the fragile cargo, the larger ship had only one choice. The leader of the terrorists eyed the radar with horror, realizing that they were about to be rammed.
The collision was a sudden jerk in the nuclear sub. It barely lost speed, although once again Lucretia was knocked to the ground, and was ready to vomit. But for the smaller sub, their nose had been ripped off. The pressure of the water slammed into the terrorists, as they met a quick, violent end, realizing too late that no virgins awaited them.