[Fonk]

Miam-miam! Beautiful, good Sir! Thanks for posting.

[Fonk]

There I was, thinking the blue-haired girl was hot enough, but… wow! 😮

That's some great work, right there! Thanks!

[Fonk]

I like that. Strong, sexy and purposeful. 🙂

[Fonk]

Please be Spider-Man, please be Spider-Man, please be Spider-Man…

YES! My top three were:

Spider-Man: 85%
Green Lantern: 75%
Robin: 60%

I did good. 😎

[Fonk]

Very cool! I hope Stan is going to be OK. And please, don't worry about any delays. Stories like yours are worth waiting for.

[Fonk]

10A down! 😀

I apologise that there's so much talking in this one – it's very much an exposition story. Hopefully I'll be able to write some serious action in the 11A (cos 10B is going to be exposition-y too! :oops:). I also apologise that it's very much a conspiracy theory. I think I've been reading too much Dan Brown. 😉

——————————-

It took more effort than it should have for Florida to open her eyes when she regained consciousness. The gigantic genius felt groggy, as if she was suffering with a particularly vicious hangover: her mouth was dry and a queasy feeling was wreaking havoc in the pit of her stomach. Nevertheless, when her eyes did flicker into life, Florida's lightning mind began to take everything in.

Four seconds later, her brain had briefly summed up her situation as "not good". She was standing, naked, in some sort of energy tube. It was shaped almost like a giant pill: cylindrical with a rounded top but flat base. Whenever she touched the edge of the field, a shock that would have killed anyone else coursed through her powerful body before earthing through her. The trapped titaness could see through the field but it cast a white glow on everything outside. The enormous white prison stood against one wall of a control room of some kind, a place so big that Florida guessed, correctly, that it used to be an aircraft hangar. There were two large sets of swing doors at opposite ends of the room. An enormous display screen dominated the wall to Florida's right. Four computer terminals were positioned in front of it.

Twenty-four more computers stood in rows of six to the awesome Amazon's left. They were all connected to a vast cannon which looked like it had been stolen from the set of a cheap science-fiction film. It was covered in buttons and levers. The weapon was supported by a small tower, like that of an electricity pylon. Florida studied the cannon intently. It was firing a shining white beam, shaped like a sine curve, at the top of the tube. The humungous historian's eyes locked on to the barrel: the weapon was not firing at all. Instead, the apparatus was receiving the white beam. Florida shut her eyes and concentrated on taking stock of her extraordinary body. She realised quickly that she was no longer as strong as she had been. The conclusion was obvious.

The weapon was taking her strength away.

Carefully Florida flexed her awesome biceps to the full, making sure to avoid touching the energy matrix. At their height, the mammoth musclewoman's guns had been seventy-five inches around; now, though, Florida estimated that they measured sixty-two. The captured Queen released her flex and counted through ten minutes. She flexed again: her biceps were now sixty-one inches. "An inch every ten minutes," she thought. "That doesn't leave a lot of time." Her enormous breasts were beginning to feel heavy, so the colossal Queen lay on her stomach in the exact middle of the tube to give her body a rest. She began to run through possible escape plans and compute the likelihood of their success.

Barely two minutes later the doors to Florida's left opened and in walked a troop of six soldiers, headed by Colonel Helverton. He was wearing a navy-blue military uniform, chest decorated with several colourful medals. Now he had the Amazonian academic prisoner, he was feeling cocky, evidenced by a wide grin and a confident stride. "Too confident," Florida thought as she stood to face her captor. He and his men stopped in front of the dazzling cylinder. The soldiers were wearing green and grey camouflage colours. Each one held a rifle. They had lined up in twos behind him by the time Helverton addressed his pulchritudinous prisoner.

"Well, well, gentlemen," he began, his voice practically oozing childish delight, "it looks like there's a little mouse in our trap." Florida ignored this stupidity. "What have you done to me?" Helverton leaned as close to the opaque energy field as he could before tapping the side of his nose. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he whispered. He looked the tremendous titaness up and down – mostly up – and a wicked half-smile curled onto his lips. "Nice tits," he said, nodding appreciatively, as if at a good bit of craftsmanship he'd seen somewhere. "While you were out, I couldn't resist. I copped a feel." Florida's eyes turned to flame. Helverton turned away, grinning at his underlings. "Your nipples are about ten centimetres long, aren't they?" he continued. "They're so thick I could barely get one in my mouth!"

He swivelled on the spot and studied Florida's face intently. "My men wanted a good go at you too, but there wasn't going to be enough time." "What have you done to me?" the royal researcher repeated in the same calm tone. Helverton looked at the floor, smiled, and licked his lips. "It's a shame, really," he said, looking back up into Florida's eyes. "You've got the most amazing body I will ever see, and we're going to take it all away." The supreme strongwoman remained calm; there was no other choice. "That gizmo is taking your pwecious stwengf away!" he mocked. "I understood your perfectly," Florida growled. "What do you want with me?" Helverton looked surprised. "Are you about to try and bargain with me?"

It was Florida's turn to smile wickedly. "There must be something you want that I can provide. I am a genius, you know," she replied. Helverton threw back his head and laughed, a callous laugh that echoed around the room eerily. When he looked at Florida again, his eyes had taken on a mad glint. "There is nothing you can give me that I cannot take by force… which I much prefer doing. When your strength is neutralised – can't wait to see how your little titties hold up after that, by the way – I will be able to do what I want with you." He turned away again. "You, on the other hand, might not even be able to stand."

"My people will find me," Florida said, folding her arms. Helverton turned and charged up to the gentle giantess' prison. "Your PEOPLE?!" he yelled, a few flecks of spittle showering from his mouth. "Your people. Florida, Americans are your people. I am your people. Those women will surrender or die." Florida's eyes narrowed. She looked down at the colonel. "You dare to suggest that there is some link between us?" she hissed menacingly. "You are a deranged thug with delusions of grandeur." Helverton gave her an odd smirk. "That's rich," he replied, "coming from a so-called Queen who destroyed sixteen of the US Army's finest experimental weapons and killed thirty of my men today."

"I know what I am," the wondrous woman retorted. "Amazonians never attack without provocation and you fired on me first. I did what I had to do to protect my people." The soldier took a step back. "And I did what I had to do to protect mine," he said. "When you arrived, we had no idea you'd be that powerful." Florida allowed herself a smile. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," she threatened. Helverton's eyebrow arched. "You're hardly in a position to make threats, Dr. Crane," he hissed. "Do you want to know how we were alerted to your return?"

The colonel was surprised when Florida shook her head. "You were monitoring my computer. As soon as I logged on to the university network, someone knew. That much was easy to figure out." She paused, hoping that the soldier could connect the dots for her, and shrugged. "I have yet to work out why." Helverton smiled genuinely at the powered-up prisoner before turning away once more. He clasped his hands behind his back. "This runs far deeper than you could know, Dr. Crane," he said quietly. "Seeing as you're going to be as weak as a kitten soon, I might as well tell you." "How very Bond villain of you," Florida muttered. Helverton stiffened but didn't turn around. He began.

"The legends tell us that, once upon a time, women were as physically as strong as men. There was no real need for men in society except for procreation. Women could do everything that men could do, and more besides, so men were marginalised. The men formed an alliance – one which has operated, in secret, for centuries since." He paused. "The Brotherhood of Man." With those four words, he span to face Florida, eyes aflame with the passion of the zealot. "Those ancient men made a pact. The strongest men chose the weakest women and bred with them only. The strongest women were left to die. The process continued for generations until it was decided women were weak enough to be ruled."

Florida's face screwed up in disgust. "The Brotherhood then all but disbanded. Only a few kept the flame alive, but those few were enough." He stopped for so long that the gentle goliath had to prompt him to continue. "Where do my people fit into this?" she inquired. This time Helverton's face screwed up with distaste. "Some of the smartest women from those times realised what was happening. They formed their own tribe deep in the Amazonian jungle. They fiercely attacked anyone that fought them, and would take men from surrounding villages to keep their kind alive."

"We survived how we could," Florida said warningly. Helverton shrugged at her. "Makes no difference to me. Anyway, the Amazonians held out against all invaders until the tribe's temple disappeared one day." He clicked his fingers. "Vanished into thin air. Despite this good fortune, the Brotherhood remained uneasy. Some of the Amazonians' prophecies predicted a dramatic fall and some kind of second coming. It then became the Brotherhood's goal to cover up all traces of the Amazonian tribe, so that this second coming would never come to pass." Florida's eyes widened. Helverton could see her making the connection and nodded. "Yes. The Head of the Faculty is in the Brotherhood. He tried to stop your initial research, tried to stop you going, and fitted the tracing software to your computer the day after you left on your expedition." He grinned. "Good job, too."

"I'm the bait," Florida realised. Helverton's eyes gleamed with madness. "Well done," he said sarcastically. "As soon as your people show up, we will destroy them all until the scourge of the Amazonians is wiped from the face of this planet forever." Florida shook her head. "They are smarter than you think," she replied. "They will not fall for this guileless trick." The colonel turned his back to her and spoke to one of his men. The superb strongwoman couldn't make out what he was saying, but the soldier nodded, split from the group, and walked up to the cannon.

Slowly he began to climb the structure. Helverton returned to the powerful prisoner, a deranged smile painted on his face. "Can you guess what he's about to do, Doctor?" he taunted. Florida shut her eyes, resigned to her fate. She lay on the floor, on her front, massive breasts splaying out onto the cold tiles, and waited for the soldier to carry out his orders. She looked up at the tower, stretching her incredible neck muscles: the man had reached what seemed to be the weapon's main controls. He looked around for a couple of seconds, found the lever he was looking for, and pulled it down.

Immediately the beam thickened and began to shine more brightly. An audible hum emanated from the machine. Florida could actually feel her strength begin to ebb away for the first time since her capture. The prodigious muscles that coated her massive frame were being drained at a disturbing rate. She faced Helverton. "I will be rescued, that I promise you," she predicted. The crazed colonel shook his head in mock sadness. "As soon as one of your people makes her way into this room, she will be killed," he replied calmly. "That I promise you." He signalled his men, who turned to leave. "Au revoir, Dr. Crane," he said, his head tilted to one side. "I hope that when we meet again, you will be more… compliant."

The seven soldiers left the room.

— To Be Continued —

[Fonk]

Ah, the famous little black dress. It always works. 😉

[Fonk]

Very nice! 😎

[Fonk]

That's good stuff! I like how the army of Earthwomen is increasing – I think there's gonna be a rumble! 😉

[Fonk]

Hee! Very sweet. 😉

[Author]

Posts