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G.S.P.

Chapter 12

The Obliterator

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The evening had grown very late and turned into night when Fang arrived downtown. Fang paused her step to access her new found magical abilities. Magical powers she had got after a sexual ritual with a werewolf that humans would call a shaman.

Her own kind named his profession a forerunner, and after the ritual Fang was also one of these. A fighter tasked with finding enemies of the werewolves and defeat them before they could hurt the packs. Fang accepted the task with mixed feelings, the magic that taught her the magic that revealed without doubt that just about every one of her ancestors had died in the line of duty.

She did barely had to formulate the spell before she felt the crushing might of the black sorcery that enfolded Manhattan. A magic that she must defeat before greater dangers arrived. For a while she had thought she would find the center of the net of black magic in the financial district.

It had seemed plausible some person attached to Wall street might be involved in doing morally questionable dark sorcery intended to sucking in the life force of the citizens. Now at her destination Fang realized she was mistaken. The magic net did not originate from the financial district, but from the nearby New York City Hall.

Fang approached the steps to the city hall slowly. The person able to do such a large scale sorcery could have taken precautions against an attack.

“Should I bring in the rest of the team?” she wondered. Having them around had both advantages and downsides.

It might be easier to gain entrance with the whole G.S.P team present, on the other hand, none of the others, except maybe Blade, had powers that could aid in magical combat.

Fang frowned, she still could not make up her mind about what to think about Blade. Blade had from every moment she arrived to the team shown herself to be a reliable team member and the first real friend for Fang. Even though she now bounded closer with others as well. Being out of her shell of solitude, it had been Blade that made Fang dare to shift from wolf form and interact with the others.

The problem was of course that every single superpower Blade had was demonic in nature. Fang herself had earlier recognized the signs of a seductress, but at the time she lacked the knowledge to fully understand that such power was demonic. Could all Blade's friendliness be just an act to gain their confidence, or did perhaps Blade herself not know she was a demon. It did not seem plausible, she had after all joined a superhero team tasked with combating demons, so surely she must know about seductress powers, right?

Fang halted her steps halfway up the stairs. She suddenly recalled words from the werewolf Kait'lin'gar during their earlier talk on the Astral plane. He had used the magical artifact called the Eye to make a prophecy about her mission in life as forerunner. According to the Eye she was supposed to fight a hidden demon that threatened the balance between heaven and hell.

What if the hidden demon in the prophecy in fact was Blade? She did most certainly fulfill the role of being a hidden demon and wasn't it true that demons went berserk whenever they encountered her. Perhaps they had good reasons.

What if the Christians demonstrating outside their base were not doing a simple smear campaign, but were really sent by somebody from the church who perceived Blade as a real threat?

Fang trembled, she did not want this to be true, Blade was her friend, but she could see no obvious fault with her reasoning. Her spirit sight left no doubts, inside Blade there was a demon that was very powerful. Fang had to deal with the possibility that this demon had been sent to infiltrate the team for much more sinister reasons than aiding combating lesser demons loosened in New York city.

She raised her gaze to look towards the City Hall in front of here. Around her the air shimmered as her magic field clashed with the dense net of dark sorcery. Her defensive ward kept her safe for now, but it was using up power, she would need to finish this before she became too tired.

“What is happening? The air look like it is on fire around you?” a guard at the door called out as he carefully studies Fang.

“I am Fang from the G.S.P who has been summoned here to deal with the cause of these flames. I can ensure you the flames are harmless, but just aid me in finding the cause of something that threaten the citizens of New York city,” Fang responded.

“Sorry, but I can not let you approach, what if your flames put the city hall on fire,” the guard replied.

“Listen, this place is covered in a field that drains life force. The flames are just part of the protective device that protects me and can not cause any fires,” Fang explained.

“I see no field,” the guard complained, his hand resting on the gun at his belt as he suspiciously viewed Fang.

“It is not visible for the human eye. The effects of the danger should be obvious on the other hand, I bet all your personal here have complaining about being sick and tired for some time, am I right?” Fang asked.

“Maybe, but I can't let you into the building without clearance from the Mayor,” the guard answered.

Fang gave up and just conjured a sleeping spell, the guard collapsed on the doorstep deep in sleep. Fang stepped over him and entered the building. There were guards inside too, but none of them had heard any sound of trouble from the entrance so Fang could take advantage of their lack of attention and slip deeper into the building.

The smell of magic took her to the office of the Deputy Mayor of Operations. In fact, it seemed like this particular point of the house was not part of the life draining net. The person casting the spell most likely wanted to avoid draining his own life.

Listening at the door Fang could hear sounds from the inside. The sound was familiar enough, a couple having sex. Carefully she felt the door handle, but the door was locked.

She looked around nervously, but so far nobody had noticed her. Still it was obvious that it was just a matter of time before a guard came walking. As a werewolf she had no hope of simply blending in.

She tried to search her memory for some spell that could open the door, but found nothing. The werewolf school of magic lacked spells to deal with most man made objects.

“Let's hope they are really busy with the sex,” she thought and charged the door.

The door was sturdy, but gave away for her shoulder after she had bashed it three times. At least there was no cry for help from the inside, but her entry had been very loud. It sounded implausible that the couple inside had not heard her bashing at the door. As the door gave away she stumbled into the room.

The couple inside had their attention locked in her direction. Over the large desk, a half nude blond woman lay, her breasts crushed into the desk as the man behind her leaned on her. He was mostly nude and had up to moments ago been banging into her from behind. In his hand he held a gun.

Fang felt fear assault her as she saw the gun, old habits don't disappear easily. Actually there was some risk, a person so skilled in black sorcery might know the truth about silver bullets and werewolves. Only silver or magic could hurt her. She forced herself to remain still even in the presence of the danger of the gun. There was no obvious reason why he would be expecting a werewolf burst into this office and besides she was quick enough to be a very hard target even for a skilled shooter.

“I will blow her head off if you approaches,” the man threatened and put the gun to the woman's head. Fang stared back at him this unexpected development.

“Don't hurt her,” Fang replied. “Something bad has happened here, but we can work something out provided you let me end the black sorcery that originates from this room.”

“You little fool, you really think the sorcery can be ended by you. The magic has grown so very strong,” the man boasted.

“Let the woman go, the magic don't need what little effort you contribute, it already feeds so much on the citizens of the city,” Fang argued.

“You are right,” the man agreed. “I am just doing it for fun. What if you take her place. I will spare her if you take her place and let me fuck you spread over this desk.”

“Please, help me,” the woman pleaded.

Fang tensed at the suggestion. She did not like the proposal at all, she had literally no idea how the magic of life draining net worked. It seemed very possible that her ignorance could be used against her so that her own nature based magic enforced the black sorcery. On the other hand they were inside some kind of safe zone where the magic did not work. She saw no reasonable way she could close the distance to the desk before he pulled the trigger.

The only magic she had that was potent enough to injure somebody able to do such black sorcery was her Eldritch bolt spell, but that magic was by no means any fine precision attack. If she used such an attack she would most likely blast both the man and the woman.

Trying to close the distance with a physical leap seemed equally futile. She would be by the desk within moments, but not quicker than a bullet. Dodging a bullet and approaching the desk was not easy to combine.

“How about it?” the man asked. “Spread your legs for me and I let her go. Or shall I kill her and let the guards deal with you when I claim you shot her?”

“What if I power up an Eldritch bolt, play along and when I have taken the woman's place I release the bolt at point blank range. My magic protect me from the blast and if I have separated them enough I should be able to keep her away from the path of the blast,” Fang thought.

Some part of her was screaming at her that this was foolishness. She was walking into a trap for a mere humans sake. Much more safe to blast them both before she exposed herself to danger. She suppressed that thought, being a superhero gave her additional standards to live by.

She glanced back at the door, quite puzzling no guards had arrived to check the sound of her breaking the door. The absence of guards contributed to her sense of something was wrong, danger was lurking here in some way she could not perceive.

“Time is almost up!” the man barked.

“Who am I to say no to a fuck,” Fang replied. “If you let her go unharmed I will let you fuck my pussy as rough as you like it.”

“You like it rough?” the man asked, his cock literally trembling with desire.

“You saw the door,” Fang responded. “Most things are soft compared to me.”

“So I get to fuck you if I let this woman go?” the man asked.

“Yea, that is the deal,” Fang responded.

“How do I know you won't trick me?” the man asked.

“You got the gun, how do I know you won't shoot any of us?” Fang answered.

“Fair enough,” the man said. “I will keep the gun pointed at her head until I am inside you and fucking.”

He directed the woman to kneel by the desk while making sure to keep Fang within view. They were still too close together for Fang to dare loosen her spell. She kept the spell charged in case there came an opportunity. He motioned for her to approach the now free desk and carefully she stepped closer.

“Bend over the desk and wiggle your ass before me,” he ordered and directed his gun into the woman's mouth.

Fang saw no other option and moved slowly to not provoke the man. She arrived at the desk and considered to attack the man now when they were at arm’s length distance, but there was a risk the man would happen to trigger the gun even if Fang could knock him unconscious in one blow.

She bent down over the desk, it smelled of lot of sex. She could actually smell more than one woman have done this duty before. The woman with a gun to her head was just the latest in a long series of woman that had served this Deputy Mayor.

“I am here and so waiting for the promised fuck. Let her go so we can fuck,” Fang moaned and did her best to wiggle her ass in front of him. The act felt alien to here, but she could hear his quickened breath as he took in the view.

“Open the drawer on your left,” the man ordered.

Confused Fang complied, inside the drawer she felt two pairs of handcuffs.

“I want you to cuff your ankles to the desk. Won't want you to kick me down when I release the woman,” the man ordered.

Fang was not particularly worried about the handcuffs, she already knew she could always slip away from such by turning to her wolf form. Still she decided to act like she hesitated about for some moments before she followed his order.

The sound as the handcuffs clicked together somehow felt final, like she was making some kind of choice that could not be done again. She leaned forward over the desk again and used her fingers to spread her pussy for him to see.

“I am all ready and defenseless, let her go now,” she urged him.

She heard him groan in constrained passion. He pressed himself to her and she could feel his hard cock probing at her opening. Fang grinned in a mixture of irritation and anticipation. She wanted to release the magic, but the woman was still too close to be safe. One downside of keeping the spell charged what that the final bolt grew in power as more power assembled.

The woman was sitting beside the desk, still with the gun pointed into her mouth. Fang tried to grind her sex into his crotch to steal his attention. She partly succeeded as she felt his cock start to enter her pussy, but he still had the woman at gunpoint.

“That's like it, I gonna fuck you until you faint you little superhero whore,” the man taunted as he started to pound into her like crazy.

Fang loved the feeling, he had without doubt perfected using his desk as location for his fucking. It took effort to keep her attention on if the woman moved away to safety.

“Feels fucking great!” the man shouted. “I am so full of energy.”

Something magical was nagging at Fang's attention. If she had not had her attack spell readied she could just have activated her spirit sight ad seen if she could see any clues, but with all her power locked into the Eldritch bolt she could not use that power.

It felt so good to have him fucking her, was there some kind of danger involved that she had failed to perceive?

The Deputy Mayor had increased the pace of his thrusts, Fang marveled at his self concentration to keep the gun at directed at the woman at the same time as they fucked. He was steady as a machine as he made her climb towards new heights of arousal.

Suddenly she knew what worried her. She was not feeling any kind of dark magic that tried to use the sex to enter her. Dark magic was always attracted to sin and sex so how could she have sex with the user of the evil sorcery and not having to struggle against his power trying to subvert her?

“It is not him!” she suddenly realized and turned her gaze towards the woman. She was kneeling by them with a gun to her head. Silently she mumbling some kind of spell, nothing minor, but a massive sorcery that would have devastating effect when released.

Actually Fang recognized the look on the woman's face. She had seen it before when she battled Thundercloud's former wife Claire. The secretary was different in age and appearance, but the look on her face was the same kind of cruel look as Claire had shown when she tormented Blade.

“She is finishing the spell!” Fang realized and released her Eldritch bolt towards the woman.

The lighting arc spread like crazy, lifting the woman up and hurling her into the wall. The man behind also took some of backlash, his cock pushed deep inside her as he spilled his load. Fang also came as his trashing body gave her a massive stimulation.

Dizzy from the orgasm Fang opened her eyes to look towards the woman she had hit with her bolt. The woman's upper body should by all reason be turned to ash from the powerful blast, but somehow the woman lay there unconscious without any visible injury.

“Something absorbed my blast,” Fang thought.

She opened herself to her spirit sight. Around the room she could see the remains of a magic net crumbling,it had originated from the woman's body. No actually the net was not crumbling totally, something was working hard at renewing the net. A presence hovering over the location of the unconscious woman.

The being floating by the body was injured by Fang's Eldritch bolt, but not corporal enough to really be destroyed by magic that was mostly on the physical plane.

“You are the spirit of Thundercloud's former wife Mernosh, aren't you?” Fang asked.

The being twitched at her words, but Fang did not wait for the response. Now when she understood her opponent she knew what spell to use. Mernosh had escaped her the first time when Fang had no magic, but now she could invoke her powers to lay Mernosh to rest.

When her magic reached the spirit their wills clashed. Fang could hear the echoes of madness from Mernosh. A madness induced on her as she lay in cryo sleep, but with her powers still slightly active and acting as an opening to other worlds. An opening the demon's could use to whisper into her mind and teaching her dark magic. A way to master her uncontrollable induced superpowers at the cost of selling her soul.

Fang steeled her will and Mernosh could not counter her in her weakened state after being hit by the Eldritch bolt. Still it felt like she pressed the evil spirit inch by inch into the realm of the dead.

She heard Mernosh final thought: “No, Mes'sarh'marc's mistake must be undone,” and then she was done. Mernosh ghost had been swallowed into the great unknown.

“I wonder the heck who Mes'sarh'marc is, and why Mernosh cared so much about it,” Fang wondered.

“Oh, my head,” the man on the floor complained. “My whole body hurt so much.”

Fang used a partial change of her body to slip out of the handcuffs, and helped the man up. She could sense no remaining dark magic controlling him.

“A humanoid wolf and unknown woman on the floor,” the Deputy Mayor complained. “Care to explain what has happened.”

“I am Fang from the G.S.P. You might not be aware that I can form this humanoid form. I have kept this ability mostly secret,” Fang explained. “The woman was possessed by an evil spirit. I think she might have been posing as your secretary while she in fact had you enslaved. Luckily for you I detected her casting life draining spells and came to investigate. I offered to have sex on the desk to separate you two and then vanquished the evil spirit that possessed the woman.”

“Evil spirits, magic and me enslaved. It is much you want me to believe in,” the Deputy Mayor said.

“I claim some expertise in magic since I am werewolf,” Fang said. “By the way do you know it is the 15th of July today?”

“15th of July!” he exclaimed. He sat down in his chair and tried to compose himself. “Why have no guards arrived? I see that my door has shattered.”

“The evil spirit cast a spell so that your guards would not notice what happens in this room. Now when the spell is gone the effect will fade,” Fang explained.

“Not notice what kind of things?” he wondered.

“Usual things. Like dark rituals, sex on your desk and contacting demons,” Fang said.

“Oh, I see...” he mumbled. “...is that cum coming from your pussy?”

“Yea, we had sex,” Fang responded. “A shame you don't remember. You were a great lay. So good that I do it again anytime you like if you want to do it again.”

“Ummm...tempting, but I need to recover my life again before I do sex again,” he replied.

“I see, you might want to check about undoing some of the decisions that have been done in your name lately. I think it is fair to assume nothing where done with the intention to aid the citizens of New York,” Fang commented.

“I keep it in mind,” he said. “Maybe I will take you up on your offer. You are very sexy when I come over the fact that you are covered in fur.”

“Makes me a more special lay, right?” Fang said and exited the room. She was so very tired, but also content.

She had at least dealt with the immediate danger that her Werewolf mentor spoke about, still the future filled her with worry. What could possibly threaten the werewolf artifact named the Eye now when Kait'lin'gar had fled far into the wilds and she had defeated the spirit that drained life force from the humans?

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“You are back!” Firefly shouted as Fang stepped past the reception desk to enter the private area of the G.S.P base.

“Seems like I am,” Fang mumbled embarrassed the moment before Firefly caught her in a tight hug. Firefly seemed oblivious of how sexy Fang found her in her purple bathrobe. Fang decided to not act on the impulse and feel her up, Firefly was after all mostly straight. Only during bondage play did she sexually notice other woman.

“We have been so worried, we thought you were dead. Slain, by that horrible Mech,” Firefly said.

“She did indeed make a serious attempt, but it turns out that I regenerate damage unless it was caused by magic or silver weapons. I never knew since I have never been hurt before,” Fang responded. “What has been happening while I was gone?”

“The most important thing is that Blade accused Bio of being a paid assassin after Bio tried to kill her. Bio denied it and refused to let the police test the accusations. Cyclone backed her up and ordered his Knighthood of Peace to protect her. Unfortunately for them Eagle had created a superhero costume for Blade's sister and as Avalanche she on her own bested their team and took Bio in custody. The police managed to prove that Bio was guilty of a number of assassinations in Italy and Cyclone is looking like a big fool,” Firefly told.

“What about Mech?” Fang wondered.

“Mindeye could tell what she did to you, but also that Mech has the means to alter her suit so that the rifles leave bullet holes that do not match what was found where you were attacked. Also with you gone there was little we could do. There is no solid evidence that can link Mech to Bio's assassination attempt,” Firefly said. “What about you? Where have you bean these many hours, we have been so worried?”

“It is complicated, but essentially a werewolf summoned me and taught me magic. After that I had to use my own abilities to defeat the ghost of Thundercloud's former wife Mernosh that had taken control of the Deputy Mayor to be able to do all kinds of bad things,” Fang said.

“The Mayor’s office corrupted, that explains so much of our latest problems,” Firefly replied.

“Let’s head over and tell the others I am here, when I am done I so very much need to sleep,” Fang said.

“Going to sleep? I think there might be one or two here that might want to celebrate your return with some comfort sex,” Firefly said.

“Maybe, I have fucked lots today,” Fang answered.

“Sounds like you have some experiences to tell us,” Firefly said.

“It would literally take a few lifetimes to tell it all, but it is werewolves secrets,” Fang responded, thinking of how she had relieved the lives of her ancestors. Firefly gave her a curious look but accepted her answer without any further questions.

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The alarm rang as dawn had only begun to arrive. The G.S.P. came rushing into the briefing room as agent Anderson shut down the alarm. Jennifer gave the others a quick look. They all looked tired but there was new hope in them since Fang had returned. She saw Eagle freeze as he looked at the screen behind him. She turned to see what he saw.

The image was of a satellite feed showing one of the suburbs of New York. From the look of it, it was Queens.

In the center there was some kind of a brute that was walking around and tearing down buildings. The small houses offered little resistance to this super powered individual.

“Familiar?” Jennifer wondered.

“Not really, if it is a demon I have never heard of it. Looks human, even though it is raging like a demon often does,” the demon answered.

“What you are looking at is a feed from Queens that confirm that the menace known as the Obliterator has chosen to make his next rampage happen here in New York,” agent Anderson explained.

“I have read about the Obliterator,” Firefly mumbled. “Rumors hold that he happened to be present on the Bikini Islands when the nuclear testing was done there during the war. Somehow he survived the explosion and mutated from the radiation. When some of the natives returned prematurely they both got sick from radioactive poisoning and stumbled into the Obliterator who was tearing down the military vehicles the US army had left there to test the effect of a nuclear strike.”

“Indeed, the press often refers to him as the Bikini monster, but nobody has ever been able to explain how the mutation happened. The government has always denied a connection and claims the Obliterator just happened to arrive to the atoll after the bombing. Since that time a number of armies and super heroes has been forced to intervene as the Obliterator came close to civilized areas. There has been a number of attempts to kill him, but nobody has ever delivered any permanent damage. The usual route is to bomb him from the air to knock him unconscious, and then try to figure out a new way to imprison him. Last news I heard of him there was some Russian scientists who had the Obliterator captured in Siberia and were researching ways to either cure him from his insanity or kill him. It seems like they have failed,” Agent Anderson told.

“Horrible luck to have him appear in the middle of New York, I guess the bombing from air strategy will not work well in a city, right?” Thundercloud asked.

“Sending in a bomber would not be good for the press. I reckon this will be a race between you and the Knighthood of Peace about who can claim the fame to have stopped him.” agent Anderson replied.

“He is mostly human, but his movement pattern looks are kind of demonic, Blade do you have any details that are not known to the public?” Firefly asked.

“No, nothing...” Jennifer began to say when she noticed that Fang was trembling and shaking her head. “...but maybe Fang has something to share with us.”

“My kin came here to warn me of a deadly threat coming here from the sea. Something that was so horrible that his destiny magic refused to show it. I understand now why it did not work, it is a monster that knows about the werewolf magic artifact making destiny predictions. We barely managed to keep the artifact safe last time, only by a great sacrifice from all the werewolves could we prevent the monster from stealing the artifact. At the end we thought we had dealt with it once and for all, but I fear we were mistaken. We are in such a horrible trouble,” Fang responded.

“Calm down Fang, your werewolves kind are strong, but the Obliberator has been dealt with numerous times by superhero teams much less fit to battle aliens and demons. Taking down the Oblitertor will be dangerous, but not too different from the demons we usually fight,” Thundercloud said.

“No, you don't understand,” Fang complained. “When I learned magic I relived the life of my ancestors. We fought Marduk at the prime of his power and he killed so incredibly many of my kind. Thousands went to battle, but almost nobody returned.”

“Marduk, did she say Marduk? Marduk is a demon plane, famous as a battle ground between demon armies. When some of the demon lords have a disagreement they often agree to settle their war in Marduk since that place is neutral ground and don't hold any life or resources of value,” the demon wondered.

“When did this battle take place?” Eagle wondered.

“Before humans began making buildings. They were still living in Africa,” Fang responded.

“Can you give us some details? How did you defeat it then and why would this time be so very different from other times the Obliterator has appeared?” Agent Anderson asked.

“Marduk is not really one being, but contains the life force of a massive number of demons. The joint form won't suffer real damage before you have killed most of the demons inside. Unfortunately the demons will respawn as long as the joint form is whole so it is literally endless. It is ruled by a kind of hive mind. What we did when we could not kill it was to shatter its hive mind. This put the lesser beastial demons in charge. These are too stupid to use Marduk's full powers to defend the body. After this we could confuse Marduk and dump him into a magic prison we had constructed. Marduk at his full power would just dissolve the prison, but the beasts would just trash around uselessly,” Fang answered.

“Can you repeat the magic?” Eagle wondered.

“No, it took lots of werewolf shamans to work the magic and it only worked by stealing the life force of the lands. We literally caused the Sahara desert to come into existence by the use of our magic,” Fang responded.

“Blade you earlier told us that the enemy are demons summoned here by magic and the reason why most of them are so primitive is that no human demon summoner dare to try to control the more powerful ones that more intelligent. How does this powerful Marduk fit the picture?” Thundercloud wondered.

“I understand now. Let me answer,” the demon said.

“What I told you is true in modern times, but I think this demon is older than my sources,” the demon answered with Jennifer's voice. “Still the name Marduk is actually known to me. It is known as the empty demon world stripped of all life and all valuables. I think the demons there in ancient times gathered together and formed one being. In some sense the demon's are the demon plane and not the inanimate matter so it sounds plausible their fallen demons would respawn inside their new form. If this happened in ancient times this kind of demon might have entered our world before the pact between Heaven and Hell that prevent entry unless a mortal summon the being here.

“I think I understand the potential of this being, but why the increased danger compared to earlier times superheroes have fought the Obliterator?” Eagle wondered.

“I know why,” Mindeye said, for the first time breaking into the discussion. “Remember that demonic healing ritual that I and Avalanche stumbled into some time ago. We could never tell what it was supposed to heal because strong demons should not need help and weak would not justify the effort. A mindless demon on the other hand might very well need magic healing of its mind even if it by itself possess the powers needed to fix the matter.”

“Good for us that the ritual was not successful, right?” agent Anderson asked.

“We don't know to what degree the magic worked. Even if it only has recovered a fraction of its power we have no way to know what the powers are. If I were to explain all the nasty powers Marduk used to have we would be stuck here for hours,” Fang responded.

“Hours that we don't have while the Obliterator picks Queens apart,” Jennifer said. “Computer, zoom out the image so we get better overview of what happens.”

The base AI complied and the got an overview of Queens.

“What are you looking for?” Firefly wondered.

“Why the fires?” Jennifer asked and pointed at lots of burning houses in areas that were not remotely close to were the Obliterator was tearing down buildings.

“She is right, no way we would have so many random fires just by chance. Especially not in a circle around the Obliterator,” Eagle commented.

“Many of my kin died when Marduk put the grass on fire for miles around. This is one of Marduk's many lost powers,” Fang said.

“Okay, seems to be proven that he has additional powers, but this particular power does not seem that potent threat for a group of superheroes. No grass to put on fire in a city, is it?” agent Anderson asked.

“Worst case scenario is that when we attack the Obliterator it is the lesser demon's that take the hit and the demon entity recover even more powers as the dominant minds gain more influence,” Fang answered.

“Oh, you mean that we must deal with the possibility that knocking the Obliterator unconscious is impossible?” agent Anderson asked. Fang nodded back.

“It is not given that the standard tactics of an airstrike would work either,” Firefly commented.

“The chance to knock him out might be greater if the attack caused massive damage, but there are of course no guarantees,” Thundercloud said.

“I think mine and Fang's powers as magical attacks might have a better chance than mundane violence, the magic would hit the powerful demons harder.” Jennifer said. “Still I am uncertain about what to do. Even if we take him out, what if the Obliterator recovers before we can get it out of the city?” Jennifer asked.

“Not sure, you are the demon expert,” Thundercloud responded. A pressing silence filled the room.

“Let me remind you the Obliterator is out there and soon The Knighthood of Peace will act on the threat and hope to steal the glory from you guys,” agent Anderson said.

“Should we warn Cyclone?” Firefly wondered.

“We should warn him even if he is our enemy. Perhaps we should even do it publicly. If our fears are well founded and he runs into trouble after we were not first on the scene we might be in for really bad press,” Jennifer answered.

“The press might not be very good on us if the Obliterator reaches the central city either,” Mindeye said.

“Maybe we can dodge the issue partly by claiming that the Obiterator is not part of the believed aliens that we were formed to fight,” Eagle suggested.

“If the Obliterator reaches Manhattan I think we are done for. A government founded superhero group that fails to deal with Obliterator that is believed to be a menace who is within our powers to deal with will never get more funding,” Thundercloud replied.

“I am hearing lots of problems, but no solutions. Give me options!” agent Anderson ordered.

“It is not that easy. Not like we can nuke the Obliterator in the middle of the city, what are we supposed to do? Dump him into the sun?” Firefly complained angrily.

“Maybe...” Thundercloud mumbled.

“Talk to us?” Jennifer ordered.

“Some years back I fought a villain that had developed a tractor beam that worked on just about any object. His prototypes should still be stored in some government facility,” Thundercloud said.

“What does that help us?” Jennifer wondered.

“I have this crazy idea about fitting the tractor beam on the kind of rocket engine that professor Enigma developed for our transport and then program it to go to the sun,” Thundercloud said.

“Does indeed sound crazy,” Mindeye responded.

“You are thinking that the demon might fall for it because it does not know anything about modern technology?” Jennifer wondered.

“Indeed, speaking from experience you are not really at your advantage when something you can't see suddenly pulls you away after a vehicle. In my case it was a train and it took me a fair while to understand what had happened. In our case it is enough if the demon don't understands what happens until after a number of seconds,” Thundercloud answered.

“Ah, I get it,” Eagle said. “You are thinking about escape velocity. An enigma rocket without significant load will reach a crazy speed in a short while and if the demon and the rocket has reached escape velocity it won't matter if the demon takes out the tractor beam because it will still continue the journey towards the sun.”

“Maybe it might work, I don't think the demon can fly, at one time we had it trapped in a hole and it had to dig itself free,” Fang commented.

“What is the worst case scenario?” agent Anderson wondered.

“Besides us failing to distract the demon so we can get it caught in the tractor beam I would say that the greatest risk is that the demon will manage to divert the direction of the rocket so that it does not leave earth,” Eagle said.

“Even if the demon falls down on earth again it will most likely not be in a city. Should allow the military to use heavy artillery or a nuke to hopefully make it unconscious so they can repeat the attempt,” Firefly said.

“Okay, only one problem. The equipment is probably not here in NY. How do we get a hold of it so we can do this plan?” Jennifer wondered.

“I can contact Washington and request them to send it here with the aid of the US army resident superhero Ultra Wave. Pentagon might not be very keen on losing a prototype tractor beam, but they have more than one and I can probably make them see the benefit,” agent Anderson said.

“What is the flight time from Washington to here?” Jennifer wondered.

“About one hour, but I doubt they have the tractor beam at Pentagon. More likely we are speaking about two or three hours before Ultra Wave has fetched the gear and got here,” Eagle replied.

“What do we do in the meantime?” Thundercloud wondered.

“Save civilians, try to evacuate them from the fighting area and assist the fire squad with putting the fires out,” Jennifer responded.

“What about the Knighthood?” Mindeye wondered.

“I think us telling them to hold back would just urge them on. We begin with saying nothing and if Cyclone appears on television and tells the public they are going in then I use my com-unit to make a counter statement about the danger and that they should join us later in making a joint effort to deal with the Obliterator once and for all,” Jennifer said.

“If the Knighthood goes in and saves the day we are in a pretty bad situation,” Firefly said.

“Possibly, but they could also all get slain,” Jennifer responded.

“What about your sister, are we to call Avalanche to duty?” Eagle asked.

“The demon used to have Psionic powers, without her we might be sitting ducks if that power manifests,” Fang responded.

“We need her and she might be really useful in locating civilians so do fetch her even if it puts her in danger,” Jennifer said.

“I wish you good luck,” agent Anderson said as they left the room.

“This is crazy. We should run away,” the demon commented.

“If we run now we can never appear again. We need to stay and aid our comrades even when it is dangerous,” Jennifer responded.

“You don't understand the danger. This will be pure suicide if the demon really wakes up. Every demon from the Marduk world is included and this does by implication also means the demon lord himself. Our superhero team might be great, but there is no way we would prevail against a demon lord with such empowered life force. If the demon lord takes control of the Obliterator we are finished,” the demon objected.

“Then we have to make sure we succeed before that happens,” Jennifer responded. Despite her bold words she felt deeply worried, it was the first time she really went against the advice of the demon.

* * *

“These blocks are clear expect the fire squads,” Firefly transmitted through her com unit.

There had been some people that she had to convince leaving their homes, but she could use her com unit to show pictures of the destruction caused by the Obliterator. Seeing these images quickly made even the most stubborn resident aware of the danger of staying.

Firefly was worried about the safety of the fire fighters, but their presence was essential to keep the fire at bay. At least the team had managed to arrange a set up where the satellites kept track of the Obliterator and the fire squads moved to safety when the monster approached.

She moved over to knock on the door of yet another house to check if it was empty, when suddenly the door opened. The superhero of Megaburst was standing in the doorway. He raised his hand and threw something at Firefly. Given that it was Megaburst it took no genius to understand that it was seeds he had thrown. She was too close to dodge, and she ended up in a shower of seeds.

“What?” Firefly angrily exclaimed.

“You talked Cyclone into declining my application for his team!” Megaburst shouted.

“What did you say? I did no such thing,” Firefly responded.

“Of course you did! Why else would he reject me?” Megaburst responded.

“Because you have lame super powers and most of the time let the criminals get away because you are thinking about your next commercial,” Firefly answered. “I am so out of here.”

“No, you are not,” Megaburst responded. “Step into the house or you will suffer.”

“What?” Firefly exclaimed.

“There are only eight out of ten seeds on the ground. Seeds I have charged with my power so I can detonate them at will,” Megaburst said.

“What are you saying?” Firefly wondered.

“The seeds are entangled with your hair. Come inside or I blow your head off,” Megaburst threatened.

Firefly casually fingered on the com unit of her costume as she turned towards Megaburst.

“Are you threatening me with violence if I don't obey?” she asked.

“Indeed I am, come inside and strip off your superhero costume or I will detonate the seeds stuck in your hair,” Megaburst answered.

“Mindeye forbade me from having sex with anyone he did not approve in advance, but being blackmailed into doing sexual favors sounds exciting. I wonder if he really would go through with the threat?” Firefly wondered.

“My patience is running thin, inside now our I will make you regret it,” Megaburst threatened.

“Let me get this straight, you have put explosive seeds in my hair to force me to obey you. Your order me to step into this empty house and serve you sexually. Is this really true?” Firefly asked.

“Yes, get inside now!” Megaburst barked.

“You are forcing me to do this against my will,” Firefly complained. Forcing her voice to be even, even though her inside was torn between tingles of anticipation and her dislike of Megaburst.

In truth the combination of lust and dislike was adding to the experience. She liked to being forced to have sex, but being forced to have sex with her female friends in the G.S.P was not really the real thing since she liked them on personal level, even though she did not fantasy sexually about them. Megaburst on the other hand was looking dashing in his well designed costume, but he was a true asshole.

During her time in Chicago he had alternated between trying to get into her pants and stealing the credit of criminals that Firefly herself had caught. At first Firefly had thought it must be a coincidence he came late to the crime scene, but eventually she understood that Megaburst's true goal was making the money from commercials and he avoided any situation when some other superhero had not already defeated the criminal. To serve him sexually would be shameful and degrading since there was no soft emotions to sweeten things. Just pure lust without any feelings of affliction. She disliked him lots.

“Imagine what my seeds of destruction will do to your hair, maybe I even charged it enough so you will be morally wounded if I detonate the seeds. Suffer this or grant me that I get to deliver my other kind of seed to your fertile cunt,” Megaburst said.

“Fertile? You want a chance to get me pregnant or else you will hurt me,” Firefly said and stepped inside. Mindeye would be so mad when he learned about what she intended to do.

“Yes I want you pregnant,” he replied. “Pregnant so that you can't show yourself without revealing your secret identity.”

They were inside and Firefly was doing her best to hide her excitement about being blackmailed.

“Drop your costume, but keep the mask on,” he ordered.

“I don't want to have sex with you,” Firefly lied, or maybe it was no lie. She hated the snickering smile on his lips as he looked down on her.

“Good for me that you don't have any choice then,” Megaburst replied. “Your clothes now!”

Blushing Firefly unhooked the secret hook that allowed her costume to be able to be peeled down. Exposing her round breasts, her trim waist and then her naked ass. She had lately stopped to wear any underwear beneath her costume since it was just in the way when there was sex. The costume gave all support that her breasts needed so she would indeed be nude in front of him when she stepped out of her costume.

She heard his whimpers of excitement as more and more of her skin became exposed.

“I have obeyed,” she said as she finished and stood there trying to cover her genitals with her hands.

“I want you to bend forward and wiggle your ass in front of me, inviting me to take you hard,” he ordered.

Firefly did felt a shiver of uncertainty. What if he intended to fuck her ass? She did not like the thought, was afraid that it would hurt too much. She liked pain, but maybe not that kind of pain.

Slowly she bent forward and turned her ass in his direction. She heard his ragged breath as he stepped closer. He gripped her hips with a grip that risked bruising her. Moments later she felt cloth touch her ass, he had not taken off his costume yet.

“Rub yourself on me or you will suffer,” he threatened.

“We shouldn't be doing this, innocents are in danger from the Obliterator,” Firefly tried.

He responded by spanking her hard on her ass. The force being so great that she would have stumbled forward if his other hand didn't already had an iron grip on her hip. She made no effort to silence herself and yelped in pain.

Laughing he hit her again and again, obviously liking the reaction. After the sixth hit Firefly obeyed and started to rub her ass over his groin. She could feel her sex filled with desire. Her shame and degradation was adding to the experience.

“Beg for me to take you hard!” Megaburst ordered.

“No, please I don't want to,” Firefly responded. Admitting that she got off from this experience would be wrong on so many levels.

She had expected him to spank her again for her disobedience, instead he bent forward and gripped her nipple. She barely had time to register it before he pulled as hard as he could.

“AAAIIHH!” she screamed when hit with the unexpected pain.

“Beg!” he ordered. When she did not directly obey she felt his finger start to probe her asshole.

“No, not the ass, please,” Firefly pleaded. He responded by hitting her ass hard.

“You wouldn't like the ass, would you?” he asked as he kept teasing her ass cheeks.

“No, please,” Firefly responded.

“Would you prefer me making you pregnant?” he asked.

“Yes, fuck me. I much prefer that, not the ass please,” she pleaded.

“You want me to make you pregnant?” Megaburst asked.

“Yes, fuck me,” Firefly responded.

She heard him open his costume. She shivered in anticipation as she leaned forward in front of him. Finally he began pressing himself into her and Firefly could not help herself but to moan. The only thing lacking from making the degradation perfect was that there was no mirror showing them. She would have liked to have a visual from distance of him taking her.

At least she could look up and see her long slim legs and his cock being forced into her pussy. Grunting in arousal he forced her to spread her legs wider. Firefly obeyed, by now he had stuffed most of his cock into her.

He began drilling her inside and Firefly did her best to meet his thrusts. He was not large like the members of the G.S.P, but she was really enjoying herself.

“You are not looking like you are nervous. I am starting to suspect that you are on the pill, are you?” he asked as he continued fucking her.

Firefly froze, uncertain what to say. She had hoped he would not ask that question. What would he do if he realized he could not make her pregnant, should she lie to him?

“No, but it is a rather safe part of the month,” she finally answered.

Had he fallen for her deception, or had she hesitated too long?

Suddenly he forced her forward. Before she knew it she was leaning over the kitchen table.

“What?” she had time to wonder the moment before she felt his rock hard cock probe at her opening. The wrong opening, he had his slick cock probing her asshole. He had hardened his grip on her hips again, not giving her any opening to move aside as his rock hard cock started to invade her. Him not aiming his cock at her so eager cunt, but forcing its entry into her asshole.

There was no escape, no relief but only shame and pain as he took her quick and brutally. Again and again he slammed into her so hard so that the tabled trembled. She had not thought it to be possible for a cock to enter an ass so easily, maybe it was not possible without causing injury.

Finally with a grunt he came and she lay there dazed as he delivered his load into her violated ass. He paused there with his still semi erect cock inside her as his fingers fumbled with her pussy.

It was not until the third seed entered her pussy that she understood what she was feeling.

“No, you already raped my ass, what are you doing?” she squealed in alarm.

“I am pushing low powered seeds into your pussy. Not powerful enough to hurt you that much, but it will sting like hell when I detonate them. Something fun to do as I recover before the next fuck,” he said.

When he was done he pulled out his cock and Firefly collapsed down onto the floor. She caught hold of the table to support herself, but the strength was totally gone from her limbs. She ended on the floor with a hard bump.

“Shall I detonate the seeds before or after you lick my cock clean?” he asked.

Firefly stared at him, her gaze going to his softening cock. It was covered in blood, cum and...no she did not want to think on it. She averted her gaze.

“You are such a good fuck, get ready to start licking,” he said.

“No, this is going too far. He will not settle with hurting me a little. I got to end this,” Firefly thought.

“Stop, or you will be sorry!” she spat between her teeth.

“Stop? Or what?” he asked in a taunting tone.

“What do you think the feds will do if you kill me and I turn up missing?” she asked.

“I suppose they will start looking,” he said. Obviously confused by her question.

“You don't think they will check the emergency recording that I made my com-unit transmit since I activated it before we entered this house,” Firefly said.

“You have it all recorded!” he exclaimed.

“Indeed I have. All your threats and the sound of you raping my ass, you bastard,” she said.

“What do you want?” he asked, foolishly trying to cover his cock with his hand.

“I want Megaburst gone forever. No claiming to be a superhero. No commercials. Nothing!” Firefly answered.

“You are bluffing, no way you can reveal that tape without ruining you reputation,” he finally said.

“Why should I care? The press has called me a slut for years and paired me with every male hero there is. What is the harm for me really?” Firefly responded.

“There is another option,” he said. “If you will ruin my superhero career I could just as well turn criminal. If I am smart they will never catch me even if they know that I killed you.”

“You being smart!” Firefly responded and forced herself not breaking down into laughter.

“I bet you can use that device to erase the tape,” Megaburst suggested.

“Erase the tape so that you can kill me to hide your crime? I don't think so. The rape hurt like hell, but I say welcome to the life of being a nobody,” Firefly said.

“What if I prefer taking my revenge on you no matter if I have to become a fugitive afterwards?” he asked. “Better to go down in flames than to die in silence.”

Firefly did not answer but just powered up her power. A crimson glow surrounding her as she assembled her power to blast a hole through him and everything behind him. She held nothing back, but assembled her full possible power like she rarely did normally.

Suddenly the seeds inside her pussy and hair detonated. Horrible pain washing over her, but the worst pain was from her pussy. The seeds in her hair barely felt at all. She collapsed down on the floor clutching her stung pussy. Crying in anger and pain she looked up and took aim.

“No, No. I didn't do it. Your power nimbus activated the seeds,” Megaburst squealed.

In fact she believed him, but she did not let him know. She just smiled as he ran towards the door in panic, his costume still open and his member hanging free dangling for all to see.

When he was gone she struggled up and went searching for the bathroom. She so very much needed to clean up.

Her inside was an inferno of emotions. She was ashamed of how she let him abuse her, sexually aroused from this record of degradation. She was proud of how she finally put an end to Megaburst career but also hurt from the abuse of her asshole. At least she did not think there had been any permanent injury.

* * *

“Yea, way to go team. That will teach the G.S.P suckers!” Cyclone shouted as the sound of battle ended. In front of his Knighthood of Peace the Obliterator lay defeated.

The Obliterator had seemed much larger in combat when he was tearing through the surroundings like it was sticks. Slightly shorter than the Thundercloud from the G.S.P, but the beastial rage on his face had made him much more imposing. Now he was just a large nude Caucasian male that lay unconscious in the middle of the remains of the suburb.

“The Obiterator looks scary, before Mech got a clear shot so she could blast him I thought we were in real trouble,” Hyper commented.

“Looking at previous battles with the Obliteror we were really lucky to escape unhurt is not the norm,” Entrope commented.

“Actually not totally unhurt, my armor got some damage,” Mech commented.

“Not that bad I would say, just some paint that came off, but there is a faint beeping sound,” Cyclone responded.

“That is the alarm for hull break, like I said the armor got some serious damage,” Mech responded. She flipped at the controls on her left side to turn the warning level down one step. The alarm silenced for a couple seconds before it came back on.

Eriko, the pilot of Mech, frowned and flipped on the controls to determine the cause. The error message read “Critical hull integrity error. Core energy network failure, running on backup power.”

She stared at the error message without comprehending.

“Danger! Danger! Emergency evacuation requested. Backup power damaged,” the suite reported.

All her screens but one had failed by now. The others team members were still celebrating around the Obliterator, obviously totally unaware of Eriko's trouble.

Suddenly Eriko saw a crack in front of her. The remaining screen failed as it was ripped apart. She was too surprised to make any noise. Her once so very sturdy armor split, revealing the grinning face of the Obliterator.

“AAIHHHHIII!” Eriko screamed and tried to pull backwards. Her armor refused to respond, with the power transmission cut it was just dead weight. No actually, her armor was more than that, it was shackles that kept her locked down directly in front of the enemy.

The emergency machinery supposed to release her in the case of power failure had failed and her legs were still caught in the armor straps. Her upper body was free to move, but what could she possibly do with her bare hands against an attacker impervious to mundane damage.

“Help me! The Obliterator!” Eriko screamed as the monster to man was tearing into her armored suite. Clearly he had no intention to release her, but to gain access to her defenseless body. The metal of her armor proved to be no obstacle for the super powered villain.

“Was is it Mech?” Cyclone asked, looking in her direction, but obviously not seeing how the Obliterator was dismantling the Mech armor. From his point of view everything looked fine and the alarms in Mech armor had all silenced due to power failure.

“Wake up! The Obliterator is attacking me!” Eriko shouted. This time the rest of the team seemed unable to hear her.

The Obliterator ripped away the last of metal piece protecting her groin and Eriko understood there was only cloth protecting her now. He bent down and she could feel his mouth on her breasts. She had a moment to tense before he bit into her nipple so very very hard.

“AHHHHRGH,” Eriko screamed and thrashed around hitting the attacker with all the force she could assemble, but there was no escape. Her teammates could not hear her, even though standing just a couple of steps away. Instead they stood guard around the empty place where they thought the body of the Obliterator lay unconscious.



His fingers took hold of both her shorts and her panties and ripped them apart. He straightened up and moved closer, his hard member probing around her opening.

“Help meeee!” Eriko shouted. Nobody heard her plea for help or her squeal of pain as he forced his massive cock into her defenseless cunt. Maybe not the largest cock ever, but she was not ready. Her body trembled as he felt his cock inside her. He had her stretched in ways that did not feel healthy.

He started to move his cock and suddenly Eriko felt her body heating up in a way that felt frightening. It was like he had flipped a switch in her mind to make her horny. Something he could have done before forcing his entry into her. He had wanted her discomfort during the forced entry.

His cock was inside, drilling her inside with hard, so very hard, thrusts. She trembled at the pleasure rushing through her body as he raped her. The duality of the experience was driving her crazy. Her body was somehow primed to view every touch of this sex as wonderful, but her dead armor that kept her locked in this rape position kept reminding her that this was far from voluntary.

* * *

Jennifer crouched behind an overturned car watching what was happening some distance away. Cyclone and his team members was totally unaware that the Obliterator was raping Mech in the middle of them.

When Jennifer heard that Cyclone refused to head her warning about fighting the Obliterator on their own she had ordered the rest of the G.S.P to stay clear of that battle. Herself she had decided to view the battle from a distance. Perhaps she could learn something from it that might be of use when Ultra Wave arrived with the equipment.

“The Marduk is obviously using psionics to confuse their senses. I really doubt that ability is possible without full awareness from the hive mind, the demon lord or some entity very close to it in power level is ruling Marduk now,” the demon noted with dread.

“Is it trying to get offspring?” Jennifer wondered.

“I don't think their joint form is capable, but there is bound to be a number of succubus demons inside that gain power from the sex. Also what Marduk did with her left breast is maybe significant. I recall a ritual magic that begins so and then the demon make the female to carry a fake pregnancy. The demon continues to gain energy until the woman realize she never will conceive. It is not like there is manual for how long a demon induce pregnancy is supposed to take so there are female cultists that spent a decade like that before they realized they were not chosen to carry their masters child,” the demon responded.

“I suppose that when he is done with Mech he will take Hyper. What will he do with the males?” Jennifer wondered.

“Maybe rape them, but eventually he will kill them,” the demon responded.

“This is wrong, we ought to intervene,” Jennifer thought and moved forward. At least she tried to do such until the demon blocked their move and they stumbled.

“They are the enemy, let them suffer,” the demon argued.

“We should be immune to the demon's psionic. Let's go in and try to get the Knighthood to safety. Maybe we can get them away while the demon is busy with Mech. We can't just stand by idly when they are slain,” Jennifer countered.

“That we are immune does not mean Marduk will let them hear our warning. Also nothing says Marduk will attack us only using psionics,” the demon responded.

“We are superheroes now. We can't remain passive,” Jennifer complained.

Suddenly there was a scream of pain from Mech, Jennifer looked up and saw Marduk stepping away from the broken armor. Inside it the petite japanse girl piloting Mech hung plastered in cum with blood flowing from her nipples.

“Yep, that is the fake pregnancy magic,” the demon stated.

“The time to act is now,” Jennifer urged.

“Obliterator is moving!” Hyper screamed. The demon was in fact directly behind her, tentacles coming out from his back, but Hyper was looking forward. Suddenly she dashed forward and kicked Cylone in his guts. As she pulled back Jennifer could see the knife blade in her boots retract. The knife blade was covered in blood.

Cyclone lashed back with her whirlwind power and sent Hyper tumbling. She never hit the groun