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Artwork by: :iconbakart:

 

Story by: :iconandrewr255: :iconsoviet-superwoman:

 

Written by: :iconrolandgrey:

 

Prior: Humpdays 41 by andrewr255


Continued: Humpdays43 by Soviet-Superwoman

 

Book III: Starship Earth, SSW vs Mr. Black

 

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At first, she didn't realize she was awake. Everything was darkness, just as when she was out of sorts. However, the dull ache in her limbs drew her to reality, and she started to realize that she was still living in a nightmare.

She could hear herself breathing, she knew she was forcing her eyes open, but still she saw nothing but darkness. Was she blind? She could not tell. The darkness was so absolute as to be haunting.

She realized that her limbs were held stretched out by an impossibly snug apparatus. It felt almost like a living thing, yet unyielding and solid at the same time. Even worse, where her bare skin touched it, she could swear it felt oily and slick.

The events of the day came back to Olga in a rush. She had finally encountered the bogeyman of the Fourth Reich, the one they spoke of in the same half whisper they reserved for her foe, Ilsa. She had met "Mister Black," or Solomon Black as the recent advertisements and newscasts had been introducing him. He had gone from almost complete obscurity to citywide sensation seemingly overnight, and now the heroine understood her wife's trepidation.

"Nobody just appears like that," Walkiria had said, "If this man is such a philanthropist, we'd have heard something about him before now."

Olga didn't know what to think then and she didn't feel like arguing. On top of that, she also got an uneasy feeling from the commercials. Something about the way they opened and closed in darkness, the odd sterility to the images of the facility, and the almost mechanical behavior of the people depicted as care workers just left her feeling like something was wrong.

Now she knew it was true. She had encountered Mr. Black face-to-face, and he had even spoken to her in that hauntingly sweet, angelic-toned voice that he used for interviews to make himself seem friendly and genuinely altruistic. He had caused her to drop her guard, for just a fraction of a second, and it had been enough. She had stepped close to see if he was being genuine, and he had attacked her, swallowing her up in some strange nightmare ooze and then...

Oblivion.

Now, she was aware. Now, she could sense her surroundings. She could hear a gentle stickiness to the room, as if it were slowly slithering around her. There was a low hum, almost imperceptible, and every so often she heard a thudding sound, like some great heartbeat. The room trembled gently with the sounds, and she wondered where exactly she was.

She doubted that she was encased somewhere within the monster. That would be too ridiculous. Besides, she had never heard any stories of him shrinking anybody. No, it was always some form of hideous disintegration, one that somehow allowed for a haunting echo of their last torturous scream and left only the strange black sand that the creature somehow absorbed into himself.

The door opened before her and light shined in. It was so sudden, it was almost blinding. Olga squinted and turned her head away, only to see the apparatus that held her. She was bound to some kind of massive wheel. It looked like part of some kind of ancient locomotive, with thick spokes to which she was lashed... Though when she looked close, she could see her bonds actually seemed to grow from the spokes.

"The light isn't for your benefit," the impossibly deep voice of Mister Black intoned, "It is for my associates."

"This is what passes for a superhero in this city?" a woman's voice asked, her voice smooth and cold, "Muscle dike fetish? I really wish you would let me out and do some mayhem to this city... Everybody goes nuts over some aliem brick shithouse, but she hardly does anything! She just sits on her moonbase, being vaguely menacing! I don't even know if half the rumors I hear about are true! Just a whole city of do-nothings... No wonder you latched on to the Nazi fucks. At least they do something!"

"Enough, Countess!" Mr. Black shouted, his voice reverberating from the walls, "I have suffered your rants long enough. You wanted to sate your curiosity, and you have. Now return to your post."

The woman harumphed and made her way back outside. Olga could see the silhouette of a man with three tentacles where his right arm should have been follow her. She didn't know who any of these people were. She saw a few others walk away, a long-haired individual among them breathing out how surprised he was that she had actually been captured.

"You had to show me off to your henchmen?" Olga asked.

"In a word, yes," Black replied, "They had to understand the importance of my not being disturbed during this... Delicate time."

"You... You had me. You won! You could have killed me! Why drag this out?"

"I told you before, my dear. Your death marks the beginning of the end of this world."

He strode up to her and reached out to her. Olga flinched as she saw his hand near her breast, but he instead extended his arm to caress the back of his hand against her cheek. He then traced his fingertips along her cheekbone and withdrew. Somehow, this was a little more terrifying than her previous embarrassing moments at the hands of super villains.

"I am going to discorporate you, and use the power contained in your form to set my engines of destruction in motion. You will be the catalytic fuel that turns this planet into a shell of its former self, and the host of my new army. We will wreak havoc across this galaxy, like a plague, and restore the old order that once was. No more of these snivelling apes. No more misappropriated, unevolved ideas of morality. No more of this wretched light. With your Essence, it begins."

"That... That makes no sense!" Olga shouted, her voice ragged and hoarse, "What of your friends? Your allies? You would destroy them all!"

"I can make allowances for a select few who have impressed me. The Steel Countess, the Siege... Your foe, the one spoken of as Genocide. Perhaps a few more of those who have made the claim to power. It has become painfully obvious to me that my kind are finally depleted, and it is time to shore our numbers up... But to deserve such an honor, to have the resources for such a transition... It will require much Essence."

"It is monstrous! It is a waste!"

"Do not speak to me of waste!" Black shouted, his voice once again reverberating through the chamber.

He slammed the tip of his cane to the floor as if to emphasize his rage. The entire room shuddered at the impact, and Olga felt a brief, but painful, strain. Whatever she was connected to, it was more than just a rack. It was part of some greater machine, and it would begin its diabolical work at the willing of her captor. This was so strange, so alien to her, she worried that for once, she was facing something she truly could not overcome.

"We were on the cusp of achieving perfection! True order! We were poised to usher this universe into perpetuity! Into everlasting existence! Now, the universe collapses around us, and you... You snivelling little apes! You seek to spend your gray little lives saving more pointless gray little lives! You will all die, and your efforts will amount to nothing as existence crashes down around the dust that was your corpses! Your mortality... Your flaws... You drag the rest of the universe inexorably toward your own end! At this moment, I turn the clock back. At this moment, I save the universe from the destruction it has been condemned to! And I will not be stopped by some short-lived, misguided whelp!"

"I will not let you do this!" Olga screamed.

She started to strain against her bonds. Her foe was clearly insane. His plan, if it could be called that, was the stuff of nightmares and madness. A creature so terrified of his own mortality, he must have made hideous pacts with the most foul of infernal creatures. He was true evil, alien and malevolent. She could see his dark eyes, somehow burning with intensity as he drew back his cane to drive into her again.

She felt the tip stab into her abdomen. It felt like fire and ice, like electricity and death, all of it coursing through her body, along the very grooves between her cells. She felt like she was coming apart.

"And now it is time for you to die," Black said as he withdrew his cane and tapped its tip against the floor.

"No..." Olga whispered raggedly, "No... No... No... No, no, no..."

"You can cry now, if you like... The Essence loss is negligible, compared to what I will acquire from you..."

She could feel the wheel turning. It wasn't just turning, though. It was twisting. It was writhing. She could feel pins starting to stab into her, each driving the same sensation as Black's cane into her soul. Once again, she felt as if she were being torn apart, but in a thousand different ways, inside-and-out.

The Fear Engine watched her mask of determination melt away. Finally, it was done. In his moment of triumph, he allowed himself a small smirk. Today would be the day he reclaimed his species' destiny, and finally moved on from this backwater to continue their great work across the universe.


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The following characters were used with permission:

 

:iconsoviet-superwoman: owns the Soviet Superwoman and Ilsa/Genocide.

 

:iconrolandgrey: owns Mr. Black (Fear Engine,) The Steel Countess and The Siege.

 

This story takes place in :iconangel-fallsda:

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DeCardnalstudios's avatar
Plot twist: her girlfriend shows up with an AED.