Author's note: This story was written by the Unknown Fan and contains several of my trademark heroines.

Brad Chung (BC)

From Eons Ago, Rising from the Primal Chaos of the Galaxy, Comes the Most Ominous Being of All Time: The Overmaster! Dedicated to the single objective: The conquest of Earth's heroines!

Meanwhile, gathered together from the far reaches of the Earth, in the Great Citadel of Heroines, comes the most powerful Forces of Good ever assembled...The Protectors of Justice!! The heroic Protectors Versus the evil forces of the Overmaster...these are the OVERMASTER WARS!!

Nearly a year ago, the nation of Trinidad and Tobago was ravaged by an ancient foe...an alien artifiact turned weapon by the Changra Tribe known as the Overmaster! After a horrific war that raged in the streets of Port-of-Spain,Chagauanas, and other places about the islands, the brave and beautiful Protectors of Justice learned to fear the Synturions...sentient, relentless artificial beings of metal that targeted and hunted heroines.

After a neverending struggle against a terrible evil that lasted for months on end, the remaining champions of justice, lead by the Wrestling Wonder Woman, the spectacular Thunderbolt Woman, confronted Overmaster in his giant eye-ball space station, hidden in the shadow of the moon. While Thunderbolt Woman, in conjunction with her son-turned-daughter Thunderbolt Girl, struck the final blow, it was the technical wizardry of Dolphin Woman, who deciphered the ancient language of the Overmaster, and sent his space station and him hurling into the oblivion of a singlarity.

Since then, peace had returned to Trinidad and Tobogo...and thus, our story begins...

Chloroform Warfare!!Overmaster Wars:

"Thunderbolt Special, coming up!" At one of the extensively colorful food courts that doted the esteemed mall, little Timmy Hunter found his attention engrossed by the tiny Thunderbolt Woman and monsterous Synturion action figures in his small hands, plastic representations of the epic struggle between good versus evil that had nearly ravaged the whole of Trinidad and Tobago just last year.

The young man would never forget the hot tears pouring from his eyes as he watched the Ebony Avengeress...his favorite heroine...fight alongside her fellow Protectors of Justice against the silvery Synturions, those malicious robotic women, powered by liquid chloroform. Those evil androids, armed with their glowing blue Neuro-Lances, violently assaulted, chlorofomed, tortured their volunpotous breasts and curvy consitutions, and even went so far as to sexually torture and humiliate them...all on live television.

After the great defender of Chagaunas fell, her shapely breasts rising and falling slowly as she succumbed to for--d unconciousness, the boogeyman spoke. His name was Overmaster...and Earth's mightest and sexiest heroines were his. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He could only imagine what had happened after Overmaster's massive eye-shaped spacecraft...a manmade cloud the literally darkened the skies over the city...lifted up, disappearing into the blue overhead.

But either way, the Protectors somehow prevailed, defeated the boogeyman, and returned to defend the city and the world once again. Of course, the "old" Thunderbolt Woman publicly retired, giving her spot on the team to the strangly appeared Thunderbolt Girl. Timmy did not know what to make of it. Sure, she was pretty...not as pretty as Thunderbolt WOMAN, of course...but there was something strange about her, something he could not put his finger on.

"Die, Synturion!" he pulsed his lips and hissed, clashing his toys together. "You won't chloroform my Thunder-Breasts!!" His mother's brown eyes narrowed as she flashed him a dirty look. "What?" he gave her a blank look. "You don't say 'breasts' in public!" she whispered harshly. "But Thunderbolt Woman says it...and Balisier Girl says-" "But not you!" she growled. Timmy's frowning was temporary, his reflection on previous actions non-existent. Soon, he was back imagining the Ebony Beauty sending the Synturion flying through a wall with her trademark Sledgehammer Dropkick.

"My Thunder Nipples won't succumb to your evil chloroform!" he said in an high-pitched voice, the brave voice of the Chagaunas Superwoman. "A Sizzling Thunderbolt from my Gold Ring will-" "Tim!" his mother's voice was a flash of ominous lightning. "Give it here! Now!" She held a red fingernailed-hand out, fingers beckoning frantically. With great reluctance, and great slowness, Tim's hand slowly crept across the wood surface of the dining table, towards his mother's hand. "But Mom..." he whined, looking into her face.

But his mother's attention was not on him...but on something behind him, at the pizza store behind him. She heard the commotion before his eyes witnessed it, but as he turned around, his eyes widened in a mixture of astonishment and fear. A tall copper-toned female form suddenly flew through the glass display of the pizza shop, shattering it into millions of tiny pieces. Tim's mother grabbed his hand in an iron vise, roughly pulling him out of his seat and jumping backwards.

She was just in time, as the beautiful, but very battered, curvy female's limp body continued to roll, knocking Tim's seat violently aside as it came to rest under the very table they were just sitting. Tim's mother clutched him close, as if he was her living salvation. He, in turn, clutched the action figures in his hands so tight that his knuckles turned white. A small crowd began to form about them, although giving a wide berth to the still form lying on the floor. A copper hand,with glossy pearl fingernails, began to stir slowly, before the disheveled but otherwise beautiful ringletted raven-haired head pushed off of the floor.

Glistening pearl toenails flashed as erotic bare feet gathered beneath powerful copper calves, gleaming pearl anklets, well-defined thighs, and shimmering silver sequined panties with a pearl-studded belt around a curvy waist. Her abdomen was flat and toned. Her firm and sensational copper breasts, the nipples cupped by gleaming cups, bounced erotically as she brushed glass from them. Her light brown eyes were wide, her full red lips trembling in muted fear. The coral bracelets on her wrists gleamed as she held her hands up in fatigued fighting pose, ready to face her foe.

"By the Seven Seas, I won't let you take me!" she declared proudly, but exhaustedly. "Come face me, creature. Come face the one who fight justice in the Seas of Costa Rica!" Tim's mouth dropped in recognition. "Dolphin Woman..." he whispered. The crowd jumped audibly as they heard something stirring in the remnant of the shattered pizza display. A skeletal silvery leg stepped down onto the broken glass with a sickening crush. A skeletal body followed, its legs and arms glowing with blue tubes. A literal silvery human skull was its head, with blinding blue spotlight eyes that send chills running down the onlooker's spine.

"You can run, but you can't hide, Dolphin Woman." the strange entity replied in a heavily modulated voice. "You will slumber this day, my pet...just like the rest of your superfriends!" The beautiful Dolphin Woman's warm brown eyes blinked rapidly, revealing her exhaustion to her inhuman enemy. Admittedly, the Costa Rica Superwoman was out of her element as an aquatic avenger, with no ace-in-the-hole such as her telepathic control of the sea wildlife to draw upon. She only had the superhuman physical attributes, bestowed by the ocean, at her command. She prayed that it was enough to hold her chloroform-powered adversary at bay.

The Synturion's metal frame clicked sinisterly as it whirled its paralyzing Neuro-lance expertly. The buxom Costa Rica heroine held her coral bracelets before her in an X-pattern, her pouty lips pulsed in anticipation of battle. But the otherworldy robot did not move. "Come at me, then!" she shouted bravely, although the courage in her voice wavered slightly. "Are you sure you do not want to gain advantage with your allies?" the Synturion asked, cocking its silvery skull-head slightly to the side.

"How it the saying on Earth? 'The More, the Merrier'?" "I think I can safely manage this affair on my own..." Dolphin Woman replied smugly. "After I defeat you, I will get Darwin back!" "Your pathetic dolphin ally is merely slabs of fish meat now...sliced very thin..." the evil android chuckled. "My master only wants volunptous superheroines, not pets for-" "He is not a PET!" Dolphin Woman screamed as she charged forward, her golden brown breasts bouncing with each energy-charged step, her right fist held foward to release a devastating haymaker.

It was a clumsy offense, espically to one who could easily calculate and counter all the moves of their opponent. The Synturion easily ducked the punch, and from a crouched position, sliced upward with the glowing Neuro-lance. However, the Sea-Powered Beauty anticipated this offense. A blinding flash of light resulted, causing a collective groan of pain and fear from the onlookers. As the light faded, they could see the reason why: Dolphin Woman had brought up her left Coral Bracelet to block the deadly Lance just in time, locking the two combatants in a tension-filled stalemate. It only lasted for mere seconds.

Suddenly, while still holding its position, the silvery android leaped up with both skeletal feet, lashing out with a devastating dropkick aimed at Dolphin Woman's well-defined midsection. Pivoting on the ball of her erotic feet, the Costa Rican Superwoman twirled her curvaceous form with the expertise of a ballroom dancer, dodging the kick by inches. Pushing backward with her left forearm, she swung backward with her right, catching her assailant with a clubbing blow.

With an inhuman wail, the deadly robot was thrown backward into the shattered pizza display, disappearing into the sounds of unseen chaos. A rousing cheer echoed in the food court as the spectators audibly congradulated their champion of justice. Dolphin Woman staggered to one of the small dining tables, holding it for support. Surely, it was not that easy. The fight was not over...was it? She blinked back tears, thinking of her ally, US Navy Commander Keith Clancy, who had been violently assaulted while trying to protect her from the horrible Synturions that had invaded the Montezuma Marine Institute.

He was lying in a hospital somewhere, nearly every bone broken...because he was trying to protect her. From the crowd of onlookers, Timmy's eyes widened as he yelled, "Behind you!" Mentally shaking herself clear of gloomy reverie, Dolphin Woman whirled around just in time to see the Synturion leap from the destroyed pizza display, its spotlight eyes blazing with cold vengence. With every steely sinew and muscle visable, she lashed out with a resounding right high kick...only to have the robot catch her leg in mid-air with its left hand.

Before she could react, it lashed out with its right hand, pulsating with a strange green light, and smashed into the area between her legs. The force was so spectacular that the buxom Costa Rica heroine's curvy form shook painfully from sexy head to erotic toe. "AIEEEEEEEEE!!" she screamed, her raven-tressed head tossed backward in full extent. She fell back, hitting the floor like a flaccid sack of potatoes. "UHHHH!!" Dolphin Woman squirmed in the cold floor, her pearl-colored toenails flashing as her erotic toes curled and uncurled furiously.

"WHAT...WHAT DID YOU...VAGINA...HURT...BUT...BECOMING...WET?!" "More than that..." the Synturion cackled mechanically, its harsh spotlight eyes focused on her shimmering sequined panties. Her brown eyes rolling frantically, Dolphin Woman's wavering head followed its gaze and a gasp escaped her trembling red lips. A strange green ooze was creeping about her panties...slowing dissolving them! "No...no..." she whimpered, her head moving from side to side. "Vagina...no....becoming wet...people will...will see....no...kids here...defender of justice...can't let them see..."

"Overmaster's Will...Be Done." the Synturion recited before grabbing a fistful of Dolphin Woman's hair and pulling her up to stand on the tips of her erotic toes. "Vagina...no...can't...fight...wet..." the Costa Rican heroine moaned weakly, trying to hid her panties with her hands, which now resembled shredded cloth. "Weak...can't...fight..." "You never stood a chance, heroine." the Synturion growled as it manuvered itself behind her. "You were facing the sun with a mere raindrop. You were trying to bring down the stars with a fishnet."

With a menacing whir, its cold metal hands glasped harsh hold to Dolphin Woman's bountiful breasts, caressing them softly. The palms of the robot now glowed gold as it tenderly rubbed against the breasts, and teased the pearl cups that hid stiffening nipples. "My breasts...no...not the...source of my...power..." Dolphin Woman moaned softly, her brown eyes flickering, trying to battle back the tide of unconciousness. "Man's touch...thoughts of man...thoughts of Keith Clancy...weakening...weakening me..." As the beautiful Costa Rican Superwoman's head teasily bobbed down between her sexy cleavage, the Synturion took one of its hands from her breast and held it before her face.

With a hum, the golden tint of its palm suddenly changed into purple. Its spotlight eyes flaring intensely, the Synturion suddenly clasped the purple-tint palm over the heroine's nose and mouth. "UMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Dolphin Woman's eyes opened in surprise for seconds, as she weakly tried to shake the metal hand away from her face. But, she was now standing at the edge of unconciousness. Her Oceanic powers were now drained, and her mind was next. Every sexy muscle in her sexy constitution flexed as she tried weakly to escape. But it was too late. The Synturion knew her weaknesses. She would not win this battle.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...." her brown eyes closed, her head dropping between her sexy breasts to rise no more. The final shreds of her sequin panties fell about her feet, showcasing the bountiful public forest that was hidden by them. Dolphin Woman had succumbed to the slumber that only a Synturion could provide. "Don't look, honey!" Timmy's mother hid tears as she pressed her son's head on her shoulders. He did not need to see this. Timmy obeyed his mother, his Thunderbolt Woman action figure slowly sliding from his hands, and clattering to the floor. She had felt it before. The looming blackness, rising up from the depths of sanity to consume the conscience brain, plunging it into relentless slumber.

She had felt her body grow limp, control abandoning it in an instant. She had felt her breasts being tortured, throbbing in pain, at the sexual mercy of assailants' whims. The Synturion had grabbed the unconcious Dolphin Woman's hair, and dragged the slumbering heroine behind like a bag of garbage. It mounted the second story railing with its prize, preparing to drop to the first floor. She had to move fast. "Timmy." she whispered. Her son was trembling, clutching her with strength beyond his age.

She kissed his ear quietly as she held him at arms' length. She glanced down at his hands, looking at the deadly Synturion action figure seemingly taunting her. "Mommy...Mommy has something to do, Timmy." she said in a shaky voice, her pouty red lips trembling. "What is it, Mom-" Timmy started to say, before the last part of his sentence was drowned out by the cry of the crowd. The Synturion, with Dolphin Woman slumbering over its metal shoulder, neatly leaped off of the balcony, causing a small crater as it crashed to the ground. "I love you, baby!" Tim's mother said quietly, giving him a rapid succession of kisses before placing him on the ground. "Mom...where you-?" Timmy started, clutching her hand. His mother, her heart breaking as she blinked back tears, picked up the Thunderbolt Woman action figure and handed it to him. She tapped one of the other women in the crowd on the shoulder. "Please...can you watch my son for me?" Before the woman could answer, Tim's mother took off in a dead run, away from her son, away from the crowd...ducking behind a random corner.

As soon as she glanced around to make certain no one was watching,she pressed the diamond on her wedding ring. A fantastic column of multi-colored light surrounding her, completely shrouding her form. When the column dispersed, a sensual crusader stood revealed in all her tanned, well-sculpted physique. A skimpy, strapless royal blue bra, decorated with stars, contained well-developed, but small breasts. A gold belt, with compartments, wrapped around her small waist, while skimpy panties, wrapped between muscular thighs, resembled a small version of the American Flag. Only a gold bandanna hid her true identity, while long auburn hair framed her gorgeous masked face. She was the second American Ninja Woman!

Just like the shadow warriors of old Japan, she was a blur, an flicker on the side of the eye, a presence unseen. Using an ancient technique to move faster than the human eye could see, her sensual bare feet a literal blur on the mall floor, American Ninja Woman raced past the crowd that had gathered to look over the balcony. In one fluid motion, she somersaulted over it, the balls of her feet landing neatly on the first floor. Rising from a catlike crouch, she raced forward. The Synturion, taking its time, was still dragging the unconcious Dolphin Woman along, while giving shoppers menacing glances with its harsh spotlight eyes. The lady ninja wasted no time, quickly reaching into one of her belt compartments to grab a shuriken.

With expert ease, she flung the weapon, which embedded in her adversary's back with a metallic THUNK! "Who dares-!" the Synturion's head whirled around three-hundred and sixty degrees to face this new obstacle. But, only frightened shoppers stood, paralyzed. A mononous drone was heard as the inhuman creature scanned its surroundings, its spotlight eyes temporarily changing from blue to blood red. Suddenly, from above, a couple of smoke bombs was hurled with potent accuracy, shrouding the area around the silvery android. "YAH!!" American Ninja Woman screamed as she leaped from above, her deadly katana drawn for an assassin's blow. She landed in the thick of the black cloud in a rain of metal clashes.

Sparks flew as sword and lance met in a lethal dance of combat. Suddenly, American Ninja Woman skidded backward from the cloud, her glistening sword held protectively length-wise before her. Moving with a speed greater than human, she sheathe her weapon behind her back, and flung shruiken after shruiken in the cloud. The onlooking shoppers gasped at the superhuman deed, although many voiced their apprehension on the safety of Dolphin Woman in such an assault. Kneeling down to one knee, forearm protectively before her sensual lips, the Star-Spangled Avengeress held her breath, wondering anxiously what would happen next.

She did not have long to wait, for the Synturion suddenly leaped from the dissapating cloud towards her, it skeletal metal shell covered with shruiken. It quickly reached out to snatch her, only to recieve a surprise...the American Ninja Woman standing there was only an illusion. The real Lady Ninja emerged from the cloud with the unconcious form of Dolphin Woman, her limp arm slung over her shoulder. A literal blur, the scantily-clad superheroine tried to escape with her comrade at arms. However, the Synturion, its spotlight eyes blazing brighter than the sun, suddenly extended its metal arm with a sickening whir.

Despite the immense ground American Ninja Woman covered in her dash, the cold fingers of the Synturion grabbed her sexy right ankle and snatched her into the air. "Oh My G-" she managed to cry, before the super-extended arm of the Synturion sent both her and her charge crashing through the front glass display of a mall shoe store. Ringing in her ears. Head throbbing. Moisture. American Ninja Woman's eyes slowly opened. She had no idea how long she had been out, or even if she had been out at all. She heard a moan. She moved towards it, only to hear an even louder moan of erotic pleasure. As she moved her head, her face twisted in a look of disgust. She had been buried in Dolphin Woman's naked vagina.

Wiping her face quickly, she tried to rise to her feet, only to be tripped again. She glanced down at her ankle, finding the metal fingers and right hand of the Synturion still holding on to it. "It seems that there is quite the heavy haul to be snagged today..." the Synturion chuckled in its modulated voice. "Two Protectors for the price of one." Without fanfare, American Ninja Woman simply whipped out her katana and severed the cord connecting the hand to the Synturion's arm.

The inhuman entity chuckled as the cord retracted into his arm. As the Lady Ninja tried to free her ankle, the metal hand held on, squeezing it painfully. The warrior bit her bottom lip from crying out in pain. "Don't go." the robot chuckled coldly as it stalked towards her. "It will all be over soon. You will serve my Master well...your skillset will work wonders for my sisters..." American Ninja Woman frantically reached for a shruiken in a compartment on her belt, but it was too late. The Synturion was already on her; with its remaining hand, it grabbed her wrist and held it firm. Its right arm pressed on the end of the right metal hand, snapping it into place.

American Ninja Woman was now at the mercy of this evil artificial being. Despite struggling violently in its clutches, the ageless robot lifted her off the floor by her wrist with ease. Its right palm, glowing white, suddenly slammed into her breasts; thousands of volts of electricity assaulted her mounds of womanhood. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" the Lady Ninja screamed in agony, as the robot pulled its palm away, only to hit her defenseless breasts again and again. Over and over did the blows come, never-ending, hellish, agonizing, weakening...until a voice, a savior, salvation in some form, reached her ears.

"Stop! In the name of Justice!" a beautiful female voice cried...The silvery skull-like head of the Synturion whirled three hundred-sixty degrees once again to face its new opponent. However, this time, its' newest adversary did not move, but instead stood proudly behind it, cream-colored toned arms with hands on hips, toned legs spread apart in the tradition heroic gesture, gleaming red polish on fingernails and toenails. She wore a gold strapless bra and matching panties, the distinctive red flower of the Balisier emblazoned proudly over her well-developed left breast. Golden wristbands flashed proudly on her wrist, while lovely brown eyes twinkled bravely behind a gold domino mask, with also a Balisier in the center of it. Short raven tresses framed the masked face, completing the look of the lovely champion of justice.

"Balisier Prime was right!" the young heroine growled. "The Overmaster has returned!" Still holding the battered American Ninja Woman in its steely grasp, the Synturion slowly turned to face her. "Well, if it isn't the one who got away...Balisier Girl!" "But you were hurled to the far reaches of space!" Balisier Girl stuttered, but held her ground."Every chloroform-powered fiend was destroyed! How could you...how could you be here...?!" The glass crunched sinisterly beneath the steely creature's feet as it neared its prey with a menacing gait. "My master has existed for millennia, conquering world after world, galaxy after galaxy. Surely your precious 'Balisier Prime' should know that!"

"It's time for you to go to the junk heap!" the Teen Trini declared, balling her fists. "And I plan to send you there myself!" Meanwhile, American Ninja Woman stirred from her daze, her throaty croak of, "Balisier Girl, no!" falling on deaf ears. With well-defined arms outstretched, Balisier Girl flew forward, a human missile aimed at the bane of her existence for far too long. She could still remember the cries of her mentor, the great Balisier Woman, as she was taken by a horde of the silvery women, her leotard ripped to shreds as she was unmercifully raped, tortured, and finally chloroformed. No matter how many of the legions she had destroyed in that war last year, Balisier Woman would never be found...she would never see her crime-fighting ally again!

The Synturion moved to the side, holding the limp body of American Ninja Woman in the Teen Trini's flight path. As the beautiful young heroine hesitated in mid-flight, the silvery android released a powerful swipe with its other hand. Balisier Girl held her Golden Wristbands protectively before her, just in time to block the blow and push the arm to the side. Grabbing on to it, she yanked it with all of the Balisier Strength at her command. The metal whined and screeched as it yielded, ripping from the Synturion's body in an explosion of sparks.

However, something came with the explosion...the chloroform, the lifeblood of the deadly machine, squirted out in jets, covering Balisier Girl's strapless golden bra, shapely breasts, and panties instantly in a glossy sheen. "UHHHHHH!!" the golden-clothed heroine screeched as if struck by an invisible foe. "No...the chlor...chloroform!Not...regular...making my...nipples...tits...hard!!" She hovered in mid-air, twisting and squirming as if being sexually assaulted by an invisible foe. Her soft hands caressed her bountiful breasts, teasing her nipples and rubbing them vigorously as erotic moans escaped her sexy lips.

Soon, it was not enough, as her red-nailed fingers tore away the flimsy bra, revealing a erotic cream-colored cleavage and hardened nipples crowing them. American Ninja Woman could only look on weakly, still trapped in the remaining hand of her metal foe. It was spinning around now, a monsterous squawk emitted from its slit of a mouth. She needed to kill it, and kill it quickly. Also, she had to be wary of the powerful erotic chloroform spewing in jets from its wound. Flexing all the muscles in her curvaceous form, the Lady Ninja exploded in a burst of energy, freeing herself from the metal hand with a powerful pulling away of her wrists.

Landing on the balls of her erotic feet, she dodged the spray of chloroform and rolled behind the android, aiming for her katana. Grasping the thing by the hilt, she turned in one fluid motion, and buried her weapon into the bosom of her robot enemy. Suddenly, it froze in mid-spin, its remaining arm held high in the air, its harsh spotlighted gaze on her. American Ninja Woman froze. Surely the heart circuit of the horrid thing was there! Surely...it was not still functional! Then, the spotlight eyes grew dim, then dark. The knees of the skeletal android buckled as it fell to the ground, defeated at last.

The Star-Spangled Avengeress fell full-length to the ground, crawling over to the squirming Baliser Girl a few feet away. The Teen Trini, in the throes of the powerful stimulating chloroform, had plunged her fingers into her golden panties, her red-nailed erotic toes curling and uncurling as her tongue flashed seductively across her lips. American Ninja Woman pressed her own lips together, as her own breasts brushed the floor, causing her nipples to harden. "Hold on, Balisier Girl!" she said reassuredly, lying a comforting arm over the squirming girl as she tried to calm her down.

However, the Teen Trini squirmed towards her and placed a tongue-swiveling kiss on the Lady Ninja's lips. The kiss lasted a minute, before American Ninja Woman pulled away. "Ashley...you're 'drunk'...so to speak..." "Shut up, Nikki." Balisier Girl's brown eyes twinkled merrily behind her mask, although her mind was lost in estacy. "You have to practice strategy, young lady..." the Star-Spangled Shadow Warrior trailed off,searching through the compartments on her gold belt. "What is this, recess at Mitiwaki Elementary?" a new voice quipped as a new stateuesque heroine appeared on the scene.

A flimsy crimson leotard covered an incredibly muscular and curveceous cream-colored body, with the symbol of a golden cougar nestled between a very ample cleavage. Golden bracelets adorned her wrists, a golden belt entwined her waist, and golden bands adorned the area above her ankles. Thick golden blond hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, reaching the small of her exposed back., while blue eyes stared with steely determination from within a crimson feline mask that covered the upper part of her gorgeous face.

"Cougar Woman." American Ninja Woman snarled. "This is no time for jokes-" "Alleviating stress and pressure, my pet." Cougar Woman held up a razor-sharp, claw-like red fingernail. "The Overmaster is invading Trinidad and Tobago once again, and our team is stretched very thin." "I know." American Ninja Woman replied, nodding over at the nude and unconcious Dolphin Woman. "I should have helped her..." "No problems." Cougar Woman's large breasts jostled seductively in her leotard as she ran over to where the Costa Rican heroine lay, pulling something from her gold belt.

It was a small vial, which she lifted to Dolphin Woman's nostrils. The Oceanic Beauty stirred slowly before her eyes opened with a start. "My breasts...so tired...so sleepy..." she moaned quietly,holding her forehead. Cougar Woman grinned. "It was a good idea Thunderbolt Girl had...carrying an Anti-Sleep Spray that will keep us from falling unconcious!" "Liz, I need help with her!" American Ninja Woman hissed, holding the squirming Balisier Girl as still as she could, but to no avail.

"Great Gastby!" Cougar Woman exclaimed, helping Dolphin Woman to flimsy feet. "Sadly...there is no cure for that..." "Or no escape for you!" a pair of mogulated voices said in eerie unison. Suddenly, a pair of Synturions stepped through the ruined shoe display, their spotlight eyes blazing menacingly at their prey. "Prepare for a bitter harvest." they both boomed in unison.Spotlight eyes flashed sinisterly from silvery skulls, while LED-tipped artificial nipples flashed on sculpted silver torsos.

The pair of infamous heroine hunters stood before the quartet of weary and battered Protectors, effectively barricading them into the ravaged shoe store. All four scantily-clad beauties froze, paralyzed by fear, horrified by their anticipation of sexual slavery, stumped by the lack of any strategic offense. American Ninja Woman, lying protectively on the squirming and delirious Balisier Girl, brandished her glistening katana, holding it before her defensively. "You two go!" she yelled to Cougar Woman and the whoozy Dolphin Woman. "I'll hold them off as best as I can-"

"I'm not leaving you!" Cougar Woman screamed, her striking blue eyes watering behind the slits of her crimson feline domino mask. "Darn it!" American Ninja Woman snarled, the well-developed breasts jostling erotically in her strapless royal blue star-spangled bra as she rose up to her knees. "Get out of here! And please...tell my son that I-" "Protectors don't run, my friend." Dolphin Woman said with sudden clarity. Wrapping her shapely muscled arms around Cougar Woman, she suddenly hefted the Canadian superheroine forward, towards the Synturion duo.

The feline beauty, caught unaware initially, went with the flow, soaring over the Lady Ninja's auburn head, her cream-colored arms stretched above her head, red-claw-like fingernails extended to full point. A snarl escaped her sensual ruby lips, the cry of her namesake ensnaring a prey. As the Canadian Superwoman drew near, her clawlike fingernails aimed for one of the Synturion's torso, it suddenly stepped forward as a literal blur of silver.

Before the American Ninja Woman could even react to save her friend, the sinister machine lashed upward with a heavy backhand slap across the defenseless cleavage of the Curvaceous Canadian. "UGHHHHHHHH!" Cougar Woman cried, her shimmering blond head shooting backward as her neck hyperextended. In one fluid motion, her assailant seized one of her large breasts, its cold metal fingers whirring maliciously as it squeezed horribly through the flimsy fabric of the crimson leotard while bring her forward.

"GAHHHHHH!!" Cougar Woman screamed in agony as her erotic bare feet touched earth. She was staring face-to-face with the stone-cold visage of her enemy. "UHHHHHH! UGHHHHHHHHH!!! LOSING...COUGAR STRENGTH...COUGAR BREASTS...HURT...PLEASE...LET ME...GO...!!" But her enemy was unmerciful, relentless. The harsh metal grip of the silvery monster worsen considerably as the wrist began to rotate, literally twisting her defenseless Cougar Breast! "GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" the Canadian Wildcat sobbed slightly, accompanied by the screeching of her claw-like toenails curling and uncurling in agony.

She tried weakly to claw at the arm holding her, but her claws fruitlessly slid off, leaving small trails of sparks in their wake. "Liz!" American Ninja Woman and Dolphin Woman screamed in unison. The Lady Ninja tried to spring forward with katana in hand, but the accompaning Synturion's front side suddenly flipped up, a mass of black cables, one with a long silvery-dagger-like object, leaped from the hollow inside. American Ninja Woman tried to dodge the cables, but they were too fast.

One cracked whiplike across her cleavage, causing her to scream in pain as it snatched the blue bra from her breasts. As she fell to her knees, gasping in agony, her well-defined breasts dangling below her, two of the cables suddenly grew openings and latched on to her light-brown nipples. "AHHHHHH!!" American Ninja Woman screeched as the erotic soles of her feet left the ground, the cables suspending her in mid-air. She still held her katana in an iron grip, however. Using all of the remaining strength at her command, she tried to swing the sword towards the cables ensnaring her stiffening nipples.

However, the silvery dagger-like thing sliced through the air, shredding her American-flag panties with ease as it penetrated the pubic forest within. "AGH!!!!!" the Lady Ninja gasped, her teeth gritting together as a powerful orgasm suddenly seized her lithe form. Her katana abandoned her grip, landing on the floor standing straight up with a SHINKT. Without much fanfare, the Synturion reeled its prize in, snatching the heroine into its body.

When the limp form of American Ninja Woman was in the right position, the front part of the Synturion snapped shut over it, trapping her in its own body. American Ninja Woman's own breasts fitted in the hollow artificial breasts of the Synturion, while her defenseless vagina was inserted with a sphere-like probe. "OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed within the claustophobic confine of the silvery skull-like head of the Synturion. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...God....my breasts...my vagina...can't stop....!!!!" "You will fill my insides with juices, my pet." the Synturion chuckled in its cold, modulated voice.

The other Synturion, still holding the moaning and near-unconcious Cougar Woman in its grasp, turned its spotlight eyes towards the nude Dolphin Woman, who was leaning against the far wall of the shop. "Where is your bravado now, Woman of the Sea?" it cackled. "Has it died with the hope of your friends? Have you finally succumbed to the hopelessness that my master embodies?" The Costa Rican Superwoman said nothing, only holding her wrists, with her glistening coral bracelets, cross-wise before her beautiful face.

"Uhhhhhh...my...Cougar Breasts...can't...take no...more..." Cougar Woman whispered from within the Synturion's erotic grasp. Paying its captive no mind, it stepped threateningly forward, towards the defenseless heroine. Its fellow Synturion, with the orgasmic screams of poor American Ninja Woman echoing from inside it, followed. Suddenly, a literal bolt of golden lightning sliced through the air behind the two androids, causing a terrific explosion as it connected with the arm holding Cougar Woman. A cloud of thick smoke filled the air, obscuring the players of the tension-filled drama, as well as most of the ruined shoe store.

As the smoke cleared about Dolphin Woman's point of view, she caught sight of a sexy, long-haired female figure, crouched in a shooter's position, the gleam of a Gold Ring visable as it pointed at the two Synturions a few yards before it. "Hey." a familiar, husky female voice shouted towards her. "I'm not interrupted anything, am I?" The thick smoke wafted away from the two Synturions, one now missing an arm. Said arm was on the ground, where Cougar Woman, after weak struggle, managed to rip it off of her tender breast, although ripping her flimsy crimson leotard as well. Her blue eyes fluttered weakly as her gleaming blond head moved from side to side.

Both Synturions whirled their heads around three-hundred-sixty degrees to see their new opponent. She slowly stepped through the glass display and into the store, the shining golden toenails of her erotic ebony bare feet flashing in the light. Slender, strong ankles followed well-developed ebony legs. A glossy black leotard, with a golden lighting outline cut down the middle, teased showcased a bit of huge dark brown breasts with coal-black nipples. Well-developed dark arms showcased golden bracelets. Long and glossy raven tresses, streaked with gold, framed a golden-lightning trimmed black mask covering the top half of a beautiful face and ruby lips.

"What have you punks done to my friends!" the newcomer screamed, dropping into a wrestling fighting stance. "AGHHHHHHHHH!!!" American Ninja Woman screamed orgasmically as the Synturion holding her prisoner turned to face the new girl. "Thunderbolt Girl." it said condescendingly. "How is the body these days?" Thunderbolt Girl ignored her adversary, her brown eyes focused on Dolphin Woman. "Can you manage?" Dolphin Woman nodded meekly. "Sure, but what about the others...what about Ashley?" Thunderbolt Girl's eyes widened behind her mask as they settled on the squirming Balisier Girl. "Great Thunder..." she whispered.

"Balisier Girl..." "GETTTTTTTTTTT AWWWWWWAYYYYYYYY!!" American Ninja Woman cried orgasmically within the metal interior of the Synturion. "Please." the one-armed Synturion sneered. "We are everywhere. Escape was never an option..." The Teen Ebony Beauty suddenly froze, feeling the heat of several dozen pairs of spotlight eyes flashing to life behind her, rendering her a shapely silhoutte.

"Radeeka. Special Agent 19. Super Eagle. Azaria. The Lynx. Aquagirl." the artificial being recited. "All captured. Your Protector reinforcements are pointless. What are you going to do now?" Nikki Williams, formally Nick, now Thunderbolt Girl, could only smile sadly. She suddenly charged forward, her bountiful ebony breasts bouncing with every erotic stride of her seductively muscular legs.

"C'mon, Sister!" she cried proudly. "It's just you and me!" And so, the never-ending struggle continues.

The Protectors of Justice Versus The evil forces of Overmaster.Overmaster Wars.

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