In the newsroom of the Megapolis Times, constant motion was the order of the day as every day. Among the moving figures was one Martha Stewart, an intern in the newsroom. Martha was nothing to really look at, thick glasses, blonde hair tied in a tight bun, a loose blue blouse with long sleeves and a long blue skirt that went almost to her ankles. Little did anyone in the newsroom know, this intern led a double life, but more about that later.
"CLARK!!" came the booming voice of editor Perry Black. "In my office now!" Reporter Lane Clark looked up from his computer and got up from his seat. He walked across the newsroom to the office of the Editor-in-Chief.
Martha had not been working in the newsroom for very long, but she already knew how to translate Mr. Black's yells. When he was mad at someone, he yelled their name and "Get in here!" The yell he had just used to summon Mr. Clark was his "new assignment" yell. Martha went over to the coffeepot and poured 2 cups of coffee.
She then carried the cups of coffee to the door of Mr. Black's office. Easing open the slightly ajar door with her foot, she steps inside.
"...this story about a robot-" Mr. Black was saying as Martha entered "Coffee Chief? Mr. Clark?" Martha said politely, holding out the cups of coffee. "Thank you, Martha." Mr. Black said as he and Mr. Clark took the offered cups of coffee. "So, as I was saying, we need to get the lowdown- Oh, Martha, stay- we need to get the lowdown on this robot that attacked that Professor at Megapolis University and why it did it." "Right Chief." responded Lane Clark "And Martha, while Clark gets the main story, I want you to gather background info. Also, some of the students might find it easier to talk to someone their own age so you might be able to get some info Clark can't." "You got it chief!" Martha smiled
Soon, both Martha Stewart and Lane Clark are in his car, driving towards Megapolis U.
"Thanks for giving me a ride Mr. Clark. It would have taken forever to get there by bus." <<Though I could have flown there in half the time except I'd have a hard time explaining how I got there first>> were her unspoken thoughts "Think nothing of it," he responded "And please, call me Lane. If we're going to be working on a story together, even if you're just doing the background info, we can't be that formal with each other all the time."
Remember what I said about Martha Stewart leading a double life? Well, she's secretly the superheroine Powerbabe. Not very well known yet but finding out why a robot attacked a certain college Professor could put her on the trail of a supercriminal, possibly even the infamous Dr. Droid, and that would get her into the limelight real fast.
Soon, they arrived at Megapolis University. Lane pulled his car up to a faculty building as students sat on the quad nearby. Yellow police tape circled a nearby tree as two men looked over something beneath it with great interest. Looking in that direction, both reporters could see a shattered window now covered with opaque plastic on the second floor of the old academic building.
<<Hmmm,>> Martha thought <<I'd bet my cape that that's the office the robot smashed into.>>
Adjusting his tie and grabbing his bag, Lane stepped out of his parked car. "I'm going to try to find this Professor, Martha." He nodded towards the men inside the taped area and various students nearby. "If you can, try talking to those two."
"I, I'll do my best." she answered
He gave her a quick wink. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," he added to reassure the young intern before heading off towards the door of the faculty building.
As Martha approached the tree, she first noticed the odd metal cable that was tied around a branch about eight feet off the ground. It appeared to have been cut by perhaps bolt cutters, but she could tell it had taken many attempts from all the notches. The two men were kneeling down, intently looking at something on the ground. Coming up behind them, Martha could see the large initials on the back of their jackets: MPD.
Martha walked towards the men slowly, not wanting to disturb them. As she approaches, she gets a surreptitious glance at what they're looking at. It's some kind of fluid, like an oil or grease, pooled in a small spot on the ground, about a foot before the overhanging branch. Two indentations are on either side of the spot, looking much like the footprints of someone very heavy.
<<Interesting.>> Martha thinks
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"Hi, I'm with the Megapolis Times, what exactly happened here?" Martha asks
The two men looked over their shoulders. One gave Martha a quick nod of greeting, then turned back to his work after a noncommittal grunt. The other looks at Martha, starts to turn away, then does a doubletake. He gets a smarmy grin on his face, cleans his hands, and stands up. He steps over to her near the tape. "Someone said a robot raped a student here after attacking a doctor or something. What's your name again?"
"Martha Stewart." Martha answered "What's that cable doing up on that branch?"
The cop glanced over his shoulder at the cable. "We're told he wrapped it around her legs and hung her up by it. That's what the report says at least. Sounds a little too much to me, I think these kids are jerking someone. You single?"
Martha peers at the man through her glasses "I don't think my marital status is any of your business.” The man grins. "Single, right? A married woman would've just told me," he says with a chuckle and Martha gives an annoyed sigh.
“Do you know what the robot looked like, exactly?" she asked "I heard a student 'struggled' with the robot and was sexually assaulted. What kind of struggle was it? Was she holding her own or was it merely a token effort as it sexually assaulted her?"
He shrugs. "The kids said that this girl was fighting this robot on pretty even terms, then it started tearing her clothes off. I guess she must've caught it off guard, then it decided to teach her a lesson. Hell if I know what really happened." He leaned over to Martha and said in a conspiratorial tone, "I think some of these kids were high as kites. They said about thirty minutes after this girl was freed, she was seen flying off in some kind of costume, taking off after the trail that robot supposedly left in the sky. Right, after getting assaulted by a robot some normal girl could just fly off towards Kensington in some flaggy costume."
Martha gives a good natured chuckle. "Yeah, as if that could be true."
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"Why would a robot perform a sexual assault?" Martha asked
"Hell if I know, shame it happened but when these superpowered things are flying around, normal people like you and me need to beat feet the hell out of there, let some heroine or the Superhuman Unit deal with it. It ain't my job to get killed by one of them things. I just collect the evidence afterwards. Busy tonight?"
"Very busy." Martha responds "Between doing more interviews, typing it up, getting my editor's approval on everything, typing it up again for the morning edition, and getting a few precious hours of sleep, I'll have no time to spare." <<Of course,>> she thinks <<All that won't take up nearly as much time as I implied, leaving me plenty of time to look for that robot as Powerbabe.>>
The man cleans his hands on his outfit as he looks Martha over once more. "Suit yourself, but I could give you a lot more information." Martha raises an eyebrow. "And what sort of information might that be?" she asks
He nods over towards the odd spot on the ground. "See that? If we're right it's a rare lubricant, very useful but costs like ten thousand bucks a quart. Only one place in the whole city you can get that stuff." He smirks at Martha. "Then there's other information I could give you, like how to give a massage so good you'll pass out," he winks. "Rare lubricant, yeah right. I'll bet haven't got a clue as to what it's called." Martha responded. The cop shook his head. "Yeah, right. I know every kind of lubricant ever made," he said with a sly grin. "Trust me, I know lubricants, and if this ain't Tefloglide, I don't deserve to get paid."
<<Gotcha.>> thinks Martha "Thanks for the info, and I'm still busy tonight." so saying, Martha writes the name of the lubricant on her notepad. <<Now, when I get back to the paper, I can run this through the computer to find out where that "one place" to get this stuff is and I might just have a starting point.>>
She then walks off, looking for students to question about the identity of the girl assaulted by the robot, what the costume she wore looked like, and what the robot looked like.
Most of the students can't tell Martha much, other than hearsay, but she finds one or two that seem to be competent students that recall the girl's appearance. "I've seen her around,” one said “But I don't know her. I know she takes classes here, but I've never had any classes with her. She kind of does her own thing. I've never seen her fly though! She fought that robot and it did the nasty to her, then half an hour later I see her fly out a window in a red and white striped outfit and a blue cape. She took off that way," the student tells Martha, pointing to the north.
Martha thanks the student for the information she gave her and, after running out of students to question, heads for the building with the broken window to find Lane and report to him on the information she received.
Martha walked inside the academic building. As she walked in, Lane was talking with an older man dressed in an older tweed suit. "...he attacked you?" she heard Lane ask as she walked in. "Mister Clark," the man replied, "the only possible reason was the cranial nerve implant research I was doing, but that has nothing to do with artificial intelligence. That's truly the only project of any great merit I'm currently involved with." Lane shook the man's hand. "Thanks for your time, Professor, you've been very helpful." The professor nodded, then gave Martha a quick nod of his head, then headed back into the building. "Interesting," Lane said half to himself as he turned to Martha. "This guy is making implants that will rejuvenate the brain after being injured. Now why would some robot attack the guy that could help millions of people?"
"Maybe the guy controlling it wants the secret so he can sell it?" Martha answers "Or maybe it's an independent robot that doesn't want millions of humans to be helped by it? Oh, I nearly forgot, remember the part about a student fighting with the robot? Apparently, half an hour after she got free, she was seen flying off in a costume which matches the description of the one worn by that heroine Maiden America."
Lane considered Martha's words as he guided her out. "Maybe that was the robot's target," he said half to himself again. As they walked towards the car, he continued, "You could be right, Martha, the owner of that robot might've been just after money. Still, the Professor didn't seem to know of any uses besides healing, and it'd be hard to sell when it's only use is medical. I don't know about an independent robot, like Data? I've seen a video of Droid's robots, and they don't seem even close to Data, or the real world equivalent. Still, always a possibility with that madman around."
As he reached the car, he paused. "I forgot, I've got to go talk to the Chancellor. You're welcome to come along, unless there's something else you'd like to do while we're here." "Sure, I'd love to come along." Martha replies "Might be enlightening."
Lane led the lovely intern across the quad to the administration building as if he knew the place like the back of his hand. "Doctor Perez is very stiff and formal, Martha. He's a good man, but he likes things to be a certain way, although he does have a certain kind of old world charm."
Lane walked up the marble stairs to the third floor of the admin building, past the security guard, until he reached the chancellor's office. Walking in, he introduced himself and Martha to the secretary, who smiled with restraint and walked into the double doors within. Moments later she stepped out, held the door open, and told the pair, "Doctor Perez will see you now."
The chancellor's office was of dark wood, with books as the primary decoration. They literally covered the walls, with shelves covering most every empty space not taken up on three sides, with the fourth side used by a bay window overlooking the quad, and various sheepskins and plaques. "Thank you for your time, sir," Lane said deferentially as he shook the doctor's hand. "This is Martha Stewart, one of our younger reporters."
The doctor turned his gaze to Martha. He was a man of apparently hispanic derivation, with a spade beard and old fashioned pince nez glasses. He was dressed immaculately. "Miss Stewart," he said simply as he shook her hand. Doctor Perez gestured towards the chairs across from his massive oak desk, and took his seat. From where she was sitting, Martha could see across the quad, including the scene of the fight from the previous night. She could see the two men working on the police scene as an officer walked up and watched the two.
The interview started simply enough as Lane asked the doctor questions that would be, in reporter terms, slow pitch. The doctor was a professional, a man dedicated to his school, which came out with every answer he replied with calm studiousness. Lane asked the doctor about the attack, which the doctor described in the most loathsome of terms, and answered questions about school security with suave persuasion. It was an interesting interview, as the two men danced around each other like seasoned professionals. Out on the quad the two men worked steadily on collecting evidence.
As the interview proceeded Martha, out of the corner of her eye, saw the two men rise from the crime scene, their equipment gathered up. The police officer lifted up the tape for them as they ducked under it. As the second man went under the police tape and stood up, the officer stuck a hand under the man's ribs. With a quick shudder, the man collapsed in a heap. As his buddy, the one that had come onto Martha, turned, the police officer jabbed the man in the chest. The man shook violently without apparently uttering a word, before tumbling to the grass, his body still quivering. The police officer looked around, then knelt down to pick up the evidence box, and started walking off calmly.
Martha knew she had to act fast. Whoever that was, obviously wasn't a real police officer and he had possibly just killed 2 men, as well as walking off with the evidence. This was a job for Powerbabe. But first, she had to get out of here and find a place to change. All without arousing suspicion. <<Well,>> she thought <<There's always the old standby.>>
Martha flinched as one hand went over her mouth and the other to her stomach. She made sounds like one who was about to throw up. "Excuse me" she grunted and dashed out of the office, hands still in place.
"Does she always do that?" she heard Perez ask Lane as she left.
Martha dashed down the hall, quickly found an empty bathroom, and darted inside, pausing only to make sure it was empty, then closed and locked the door. Then she doffs her glasses and lets her honey blonde hair out of it's bun, allowing it to cascade down to her waist. She unbuttons and removes her blouse. Beneath is not the scrawny body Martha lets those who know her think she has, but instead a powerful torso made up of well defined abs, muscular arms, and large, firm breasts that were at least a D-cup and rode high on her chest, barely covered by the blue bikini top with a stylized yellow P over the right breast and a long blue cape attached to the straps by golden buckles.
She whips off her skirt, revealing her long, sleek legs and blue bikini bottom. Off come her shoes and socks. She pulls her blue boots from the secret pocket of her cape, pulls on the boots, and puts all her civvies in the same secret pocket the boots had come out of.
She then exits through the window and flies across the campus to stop the faux-cop from getting away. She lands in front of him, hands on her hips in a heroic pose, and says "Stop right there. I saw what you did and you won't get away with it. You might as well surrender now."
The cop looked like any other, with a bristly dark mustache and reflective sunglasses. She could hear the two men on the ground moaning softly as they quivered. The man before her didn't move, he only seemed to stare at Powerbabe for the longest time. Just as she was about to do something about his statue impression, she heard his voice; the only problem was she didn't see his lips move.
"Identity, unknown; appearance, heroine; powers ascertained, flight," came the voice in a tinny monotone. "Do not interfere, female," it said to her, its lips now moving, its voice now a deeper, more normal male voice, "this unit will not be inhibited."
“A heroine like me doesn’t back off just because some creep tells me to.” is Powerbabe’s response
With the evidence box in his one hand, the cop raised his other hand swiftly. As she moved to block it, Powerbabe noticed the tip of his index finger wasn't flesh, but a rounded tip of metal. Before she could move her hand from her hip to intercept him, the tip of the index finger touched the nearest part of her body. As the metal tip pressed against the firm softness of her breast, almost directly in the loop of the "P" on her costume, a flash of light and a small thunderclap greeted the ten thousand volts that suddenly shot from the finger and directly into Powerbabe's breast. The bolt of electricity crackled, encasing her breast in a bluish light that zapped down the length of the heroine's body until exiting through her blue boots and into the ground.
The jolt washes over Powerbabe's invulnerable body, she gasps a little at the sensation but otherwise there is no effect. An electrical jolt sufficient to disable an ordinary human doesn't do much to Powerbabe. She grabs the hand in a firm grip and moves it away from her breast.
"Didn't your mom ever tell you it's not nice to zap people?” she admonishes the fake cop “Now, who're you taking your orders from?" she asks, still holding onto the hand.
The man paused for a moment as if taking in the fact that the blonde bombshell before him had taken the powerful jolt without much more than a little gasp of surprise. He didn't fight her pulling his hand from her breast but only stared at her from behind the sunglasses.
Powerbabe could feel the hand she held, and something wasn't quite right. The wrist didn't seem to feel like a normal wrist; the bone structure felt more like a round steel set of girders just below the skin; kind of like a madman's erector set. He was strong, she sensed that the moment she started to pull the hand away from her until he stopped resisting almost immediately.
"Database addition; female shows electrical resistance," the tinny voice echoed from somewhere within the man. "Assert physicality." In a quick, fluid motion, made to the sounds of tiny whirrings, the man abruptly pulled his hand towards him, jerking on Powerbabe with great strength, as his other hand made a fist and darted towards her chin.
Powerbabe caught the thrown fist in her hand and squeezed it, she quickly found the hand giving way under her powerful grip. But it didn’t feel like bone being broken, she’d learned what that felt like the first time she’d broken up a mugging and accidentally used too much strength to squeeze a thug’s thrown fist. It felt more like steel being bent, as though it were a mechanical hand under a fleshlike covering. This was backed up by the fact that there was no change in the fake cop’s facial expression.
“Database addition; female demonstrating enhanced musculature.” came the tinny voice again “Alert. Left hand damaged. Activate secondary weapons system.”
A soft whirring came from the fake cop’s torso and suddenly, the sound of a miniature machine gun firing was heard. The bullets came through the fake cop’s shirt and bounced off Powerbabe’s diamond hard abs, sparks flying as each teflon-coated bullet impacted her harder than steel body.
This was the first time Powerbabe had been shot with a machine gun and she wasn’t expecting it. The force of the bullet impacts pushed Powerbabe backwards a few steps. She let go of the fake cop’s slightly crushed right hand but kept hold of its left wrist. However, the fake cop didn’t move an inch.
The end result was that the fake cop was partially disarmed, literally. With a sound of shrieking metal, the fake cop’s left arm broke off at the elbow and came out of the sleeve of its shirt. It was only covered with fake flesh for about an inch past the wrist. The rest was obviously metal, the end sparking a bit with residual energy.
“A robot!” Powerbabe exclaimed. This explained a lot.
“Database addition;” the tinny voice spoke again “female impervious to bullet impacts. Probability of mission success: 0.052%; Engage Escape Tactic Alpha.”
The robot immediately made an about-face and ran like an Olympic sprinter. It wasn’t fast enough though. Powerbabe leaped high into the air and landed right in the robot’s path. Placing her hands on her hips and thrusting out her impressive chest, Powerbabe kept herself in the robot’s path until it frantically attempted to bowl her over. Big mistake. For the robot, it was like running into a solid-steel vault door. Powerbabe didn’t budge an inch as the robot fell to the ground, its dark glasses coming off to reveal the metal and glass of optic sensors.
“Probability of escape: 0.003%;” came the tinny voice “Engage Spoilsport Device.”
An electronic whine could suddenly be heard from the robot. Before Powerbabe had time to think about what it might be, the robot exploded. Flame erupted from the body of the robot, melting the metal and plastic of its structure and encompassing an area of several yards, including Powerbabe!
A small crowd had gathered, first drawn by the caped figure descending from the sky and then by the machine gun fire, and a collective gasp went up as they saw the scantily clad heroine engulfed in flames.
All were awed as Powerbabe strode out of the flames completely unharmed, not even her cape was so much as singed. Cameras clicked, inspiring the heroine to strike a pose for a moment before walking over to the now stirring police officers.
“Are you OK?” Powerbabe asked, helping the first to his feet
“Never better,” he responded, smiling up at Powerbabe “Think you could find time in your busy schedule to comfort a diligent civil servant?” It was the same one that had tried to hit on Martha earlier.
“Sorry, I’m picky about who I date and you don’t qualify.” Powerbabe moved on to help up the other policeman.
“The evidence!” he exclaimed “He took the box with all the evidence in it!” “You mean that box?” Powerbabe pointed at the evidence box lying next to the severed metal limb.
The officer dashed over to where the box lay, not 2 feet from the edge of the now doused burn zone from the robot’s explosion. He opened the box and checked the contents. “It’s all still here!” he called to his partner “Hey, what’s this?” he wondered as he saw the metal arm
“Belonged to the guy, or should I say the bot, that knocked you out and tried to make off with that evidence.” Powerbabe answered “What’s this burnt area? Did you fry it?” “Nope, it fried itself rather than be taken intact. Good thing it takes more than a little fire to hurt me.” “Who are you, anyway? What are you called?” “I’m Powerbabe. One word.” Suddenly, Powerbabe noticed Mr. Clark coming and figured that Martha had better finish throwing up in that bathroom before someone became suspicious. “Gotta go!” She said “Always more crimes to stop, more evil to fight!”
And with that, Powerbabe leaped into the air and flew off towards the administration building. She flew over the building and darted down to fly back in the window of the bathroom where she had changed earlier. The door was still locked as Powerbabe pulled the window closed.
She pulled off her boots and removed her civvies from her cape’s pocket. Next she put her boots in the pocket. She put on her blouse and buttoned it up, hiding her cape and her magnificent chest. Then she put her skirt back on, hiding her sexy legs, immediately followed by putting her socks and shoes back on. She put her hair back in its bun with the speed that comes from long practice. Finally, she splashed some water on her face for effect and put her glasses back on. Powerbabe was gone for now, she was again reporter Martha Stewart.
She unlocked the door, went out, and headed for the stairs. She went down them slower than she was capable of, consciously holding back her true athleticism. She reached the ground floor and went outside, seeing the crowd gathered by the tree, she hurried over, bumping into Mr. Clark.
“Ah, Martha, there you are!” he said “What happened?” Martha innocently asked “From all accounts, a robot tried to make off with the evidence the police had gathered and was stopped by a heroine.” “Really!? I’m sorry I missed it. Guess I should be more careful about what I eat.” “Always a good idea, that.” Mr. Clark commented “So, who was it?” Martha asked “Was it Ultra Woman? Or maybe Sapphire...?” “Actually, it was a heroine I’ve only heard a few rumors about before. Goes by the name of Powerbabe.” Mr. Clark answered “Did she give herself that name?” Martha pretended incredulity “Actually, yes. It’s apparently what she’s called herself since her very first appearance. She doesn’t seem to be ashamed of her body either. Her costume consists of a cape, a pair of boots, and a bikini. All of which are blue.” “Does she do it justice?” “Oh yes. She has long blonde hair, fills out her top well, and the rest of her is nothing to sneeze at.” Mr. Clark coughed as he remembered that he was talking to a lady.
Martha hid a smile at his momentary discomfort and decided to spare him more by asking Mr. Clark about Powerbabe’s powers.
“Well, she ripped an arm off the robot so she probably has strength greater than a normal human.” he answered “She was seen walking out of the flames from the robot’s explosion without a mark on her and the police found some flattened machine gun bullets. That probably means she’s invulnerable. Finally, she flew off into the sky. That one’s pretty obvious.” “Of course.” Martha answered, pretending to be impressed by Mr. Clark’s deductive reasoning. It’s a little hard to be impressed by someone’s making educated guesses when you knew the precise answer from the start.
Having gotten all the information to be found on the campus, Mr. Clark and Martha returned to his car and drove back to the Megapolis Times building, Martha recounting her interviews during the drive and giving Mr. Clark the relevant pages from her notepad as they returned to the newsroom. Mr. Clark settled down at his desk to write up the article while Martha found an unoccupied computer terminal.
She ran a search for Tefloglide, the lubricant that had apparently leaked from the first robot on the Megapolis U campus. Martha soon found the one place in the city where it could be found in large quantities: A warehouse in Reichborough where various high-technology items were stored, owned by a company called TechnoTrax. She memorized the location of the warehouse.
<<That’s my first stop tonight.>> she thought <<If there’s nothing there but warehoused items, I’ll go on to Kensington and hope I get lucky.>>
Martha closed the search and got up from the terminal. She then returned to her duties in the newsroom, which were mostly getting coffee and running messages for the more senior reporters. Martha accepted that, she was low woman on the totem pole, after all. But all that would change, probably soon. Once Powerbabe made it big by stopping a big crime or capturing a dangerous supervillain, reporter Martha Stewart would get an exclusive on her, rocketing the young reporter to the top of the game.
The rest of the day passed as usual for Martha, with no interruption in the newsroom routine. Although several events of note occurred, with reporters sent out to cover them, Martha was not one of them.
That night, in her apartment, Martha stood before a mirror. She gazed at herself as her coworkers see her. <<Not much to look at. You’d never take her for a gorgeous superheroine>> she thought as she drew off her glasses and placed them on the table. She shook her hair out of the bun she always kept it in. Martha gazed at her reflection. <<Now there’s a pretty face, not hidden behind thick glasses.>> She unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then took off her skirt and socks, all of which went in a drawer. Underneath she was wearing her costume. Martha took her boots out of the secret pocket and set them on the ground. Next she undid the buckles that held her cape to the straps of her top and draped it across a chair. Then she removed the bikini that comprised the rest of her costume, putting the top and bottom on the bed. Martha then strode back to the mirror, admiring her bare body from sleek legs to a flat belly and large, round breasts that seemed immune to gravity.
<<Beauty and power in one amazing package. And as soon as I find the creep that sent those robots to Megapolis U, both my careers will take off even faster than I can.>> she thought as she floated with her feet an inch or two off the floor, alternately flexing her powerful biceps, the muscles expanding to incredible size and then receding back to normal as Martha relaxed them. <<OK girl, time to stop flexing and go bash some bad guys.>>
Martha floated over to her bed and grabbed her bikini bottom, slipping both feet through it at once and pulling it up to settle in place as she floated back down and touched the floor with her feet once more. Martha picked up her bikini top and pulled it on, settling it around her generous chest though even afterwards quite a bit of cleavage still showed. She put her feet into her boots and tugged on them to ensure they were snug on her feet. Finally, she stepped over to the chair and grasped her cape, swinging it across her back in one fluid motion, fastening the buckles to the straps of her top. Powerbabe was ready to battle evil.
Taking one last look in the mirror and smiling at the vision of power and beauty depicted, she turned out the lights and then opened the window. Powerbabe flew out through the open window, soaring through the air, quickly climbing above the rooftops. Taking a moment to get her bearings, she turned toward Reichborough and a certain warehouse owned by a company called TechnoTrax.
Powerbabe soared through the air over the city, taking a moment to take in the beauty of the cityscape at night. A short time later, she landed on the roof of the TechnoTrax warehouse and peered in through the skylight. She could see several metallic figures going to and fro, removing boxes and drums. And, in the center of it all, directing traffic was one who could only be the infamous Doctor Droid.
Powerbabe hesitated a moment, trying to decide how best to enter for maximum effect. <<Do I go in through a side door for surprise? Or the main door to make a dramatic entrance? Or perhaps smash through a wall to demonstrate my strength? Hmm. The owners of this place might not like that. AH! I know!>>
Meanwhile, within the warehouse. “Get an extra drum of Tefloglide.” Doctor Droid ordered one of his robots. “The way Crusher goes through that stuff you’d think he vented it regularly. And that damage he took this afternoon didn’t help.”
Suddenly a crash of shattering glass as the skylight exploded inward, and a scantily clad figure descended to the ground, cape billowing behind her. She landed with her legs spread, hands on her hips, magnificent chest thrust out, barely contained by her skimpy top.
“Hi there, I’m Powerbabe, and you’re busted.” she declared “Well, I suppose you’d know more about being busted than me.” Doctor Droid chuckled at his joke. “Number 5! Get her!”
A robot dropped the box it was carrying and charged at the voluptuous heroine. She caught it’s arm as it punched at her and hefted it in the air, tossing it across the warehouse. Doctor Droid didn’t seem phased by the sight of one of his robots getting tossed like a crumpled up paper, he had seen his robots against super strong heroines before.
“X-1! X-2! Attack her!” he ordered
Two robots, bulkier than the first, stepped out of the shadows. One hefted a crate and tossed it at Powerbabe. She stood stock still, hands on her hips and the crate shattered against her hard as steel body, the steel rods inside clattering noisily to the floor. Powerbabe hadn’t budged an inch.
“Funny, I thought the robots of the great Doctor Droid would be more dangerous. Maybe I should go get my grandma to deal with them?” she taunted
Doctor Droid smirked at Powerbabe’s arrogance, knowing that this was the fatal flaw in many of the city’s heroines. X-2 raised it’s arm and a small missile fired out of its oversized gauntlet, rocketing at the heroine. Confident in her invulnerability, and never having been hit by missiles before, Powerbabe stayed in her pose. The missile was well targeted, exploding against her chin. It was equivalent to a punch from someone of similar strength.
Powerbabe was knocked backwards, her head denting a steel drum. The blast to her chin had stunned her more than her head impacting the drum but whichever did the deed, Powerbabe was momentarily out of it.
“Good work X-2!” Doctor Droid cackled “Now, give the super-slut a shock to her big breasts! Get a good grip so she gets a real CHARGE out of it!”
Doctor Droid cackled as the robot strode over to the stunned heroine and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them and unknowingly finding her weakness. Powerbabe immediately began to weaken and then the robot sent a jolt of electricity into her. She groaned as the high voltage hit her weakening body, still dazed.
Powerbabe was swimming back to consciousness but it wasn’t getting any easier as the robot’s grip on her breasts was draining her body of strength. The grip tightened, draining her strength even faster, and she felt herself being lifted into the air. Powerbabe blinked awake dazedly and the robot gave her another electric shock, she screamed in pain as the jolt hit her not-so-invulnerable body, Powerbabe’s powers almost gone.
“We’ve got some time before the drones are done loading the equipment.” Doctor Droid mused “Rip off her costume and give her a good fucking.” The robot pulled at Powerbabe’s top but the indestructible fabric refused to part. “Well? What’s taking so long?” “Sorry Master.” X-2 responded in a robotic voice “The fabric will not tear no matter how much force I apply.” “Well, I guess if she can stop missiles with her chin and not get blown to bits, she’d want a costume that can take it too.” Doctor Droid said “Though there’s so little of it, I wonder why she bothers. Just pull it off her then.”
The robot obeyed, momentarily releasing its grip on Powerbabe’s breasts to pull her top off. She tried to resist, but the heroine was too weak to stop the hulking robot and fell to the ground with a grunt of pain. The robot then pulled off Powerbabe’s bikini bottom, tossing her costume aside, leaving her clad in nought but her boots. She could only stare in fascination as something phallic in shape extended from the point where the robot’s legs met its torso.
“No.” Powerbabe said. She tried to get to her feet but the robot again took hold of her breasts, using the soft flesh as convenient handles, and forced her back down onto the ground. Powerbabe gasped as the metal cock pushed into her pussy. She tried to tense her vaginal muscles to prevent the penetration but she was too weak to stop the robot from entering her.
The robot pushed deep inside Powerbabe then started to pull out before pushing inward again, all the while mauling her luscious breasts, depriving her of her strength without even knowing it. Powerbabe moaned despite trying not to, her body betraying her.
“Ohhhh... g-g-god.” she moaned as the robot increased its in and out pace, her body starting to relax as she surrendered to the pleasure. Each time the metal cock pulled out of Powerbabe before thrusting back in, it was wet with the heroine’s juices and her breathing was getting faster.
“Hmm. I think this super-slut actually enjoys getting raped.” Doctor Droid mused. “I wonder how often it’s happened to her.” he smirked
Suddenly, Powerbabe screamed in ecstacy as her body convulsed as though she were in the midst of a grand mal seizure. Doctor Droid gazed at this spectacle of passion, his own penis hardening at the sight, when a drone came up to him and spoke in a tinny voice.
“Sir. Loading is complete. Request additional instructions.” “What? Oh. How time flies.” Doctor Droid sighed “X-2, cease program. X-1, X-2, tie her to that column over there with heavy cabling. All other units to Exit Positions.”
The robots obeyed their master’s commands, X-2 withdrawing from Powerbabe and releasing her breasts as its metal cock retracted into its pelvis, then it and X-1 carried Powerbabe’s nude body over to the indicated column while the other robots exited the building. X-1 held the drained heroine upright against the column while X-2 removed a loop of heavy metal cable from a panel in its chest and began wrapping it around Powerbabe and the column. Loops went around her waist and shoulders, just above her breasts. Her wrists were drawn behind her, causing her large breasts to jut out, and her legs were forced apart and tied that way.
“Hmm.” Doctor Droid hummed, gazing at his robots’ work “Very good. Whoever finds you should get a nice surprise. He might decide to have a bit of fun too.” he cackled “Bye babe. X-1, X-2, Exit Positions.”
Doctor Droid walked out of the building with the 2 robots following. Powerbabe would have liked nothing better than to rip free of her bonds and give Droid a sound thrashing, turning his robots into spare parts on the way, but she was too weak to do more than glare. A few minutes later, she faintly heard the sound of a truck driving off. Powerbabe pulled against her bonds futilely, unable to break the heavy metal cable.
<<Nice work, girl.>> Powerbabe mentally berated herself <<Got cocky after kicking butt on some street thugs and that spy-bot at the MU campus. Thought you were invincible, that no weapon on Earth could hurt you. Well, that missile didn’t hurt me but it DID knock me silly long enough for that robot to exploit my weakness and rape me. Now I’m naked and tied up. Good thing that bot didn’t tie the cable around my breasts. If it had, it probably would have kept me weak until someone untied me. I already feel my powers returning but there’s no way I’ll be able to find Droid, not tonight anyway.>>
It was several minutes before Powerbabe regained enough of her strength to break the cable binding her with great effort, letting out a yell as her once again super muscles snapped the heavy steel cable. After freeing herself, she collapsed to the floor on hands and knees, breathing hard from the effort. Powerbabe then retrieved her costume from where it had been dropped by the robot and put it back on. She slowly flew up through the broken skylight, her powers still somewhat depleted, and flew back to her apartment.
Once she returned home, Powerbabe stripped out of her costume and took a long shower, washing off the dirt picked up from the warehouse floor but even after some time she didn’t feel clean. Powerbabe and Doctor Droid would meet again, and next time, she vowed, Powerbabe would be victorious.
The End, for now...