My First VSS – Juggernaut vs Power Girl

Juggernaut stomped down the street, splintering the asphalt with each step of his massive feet.  The giant sack of money from the bank robbery clenched in his fist.  NYPD cars and officers were batted aside like children’s dolls as he plodded along.  One brave, or perhaps foolhardy officer stood his ground in the middle of the street, emptying his service weapon at Juggernaut.  The bullets only ricocheted off of the massive supervillain.

Juggernaut snarled and grabbed the officer by the shirt.  “What are yah, stupid or something?” he growled.  “Maybe I need ta make an example out of you fer the rest of these clowns!”  So saying, he flung the officer with all his might, sending him flying off into the distance.

A moment later, the officer returned, carried in the arms of Power Girl.  Supergirl’s buxom adult version from Earth 2 put the officer down, then turned and scowled at Juggernaut.

“That’s about enough out of you.” Power Girl snarled defiantly.

Juggernaut laughed mockingly.  “Don’t you know who I am?” he challenged.  “I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!!”  Juggernaut charged at Power Girl in a full on run, his fist cocked back to strike.

Power Girl smirked as he charged.  “Hi, Juggernaut Bitch.” She replied as she punched him in the face.

The force of the blow knocked him backwards through 15 buildings before his unconscious form came to a stop on a pier along the East River.  Power Girl tossed the bag of stolen money she’d snatched away from Juggernaut as she hit him, to a nearby SWAT officer.  “He went that way,” she said, pointing before flying off still smirking.

 

That one done in honor of Superhero Saturday on Twitter.  It’s a scene I’ve been wanting to use ever since I saw X-Men 3, LOL.

Return of the SMUT – Not Quite

I’ve been working to at least get my Witchfire story going again.  As those following my blog know, life has been… chaotic the last few weeks though.  I’ll leave the drama at that.

Because I had a deadline to meet with DBC for hosting, and I just ran out of gas, I only got about half way through this chapter, and turned it into a short one.  No smut, but it does advance the plot and fill in some questions about the mysterious “Institute”

Witchfire, Pt 9 – Training Day (Prelude)

Enjoy, hit the like button, share, send me money…  It’s that good.  LOL  J/K

Hope everyone enjoys.  I should be fully back on track next week.

Witchfire Pt 9 Sneak Peek

After being distracted with drama and trying to reorganize the story, I’m back writing away at my Witchfire erotica.  After my realizations, I’m trying to up the excitement a bit more in terms of the main plot.  One of the things I’m going to do is expose the readers more to the villains behind the scenes.

With that in mind, here’s a sneak peek at a bit of Witchfire Part 9:

 

Meanwhile, at the mysterious villain organization’s headquarters.

“You heard me correctly, Senator,” the leader said, staring at the row of monitors before him.  “The Aberration went through the She-Legion like a knife through butter, but the witch somehow took him out single-handedly.”

“How the fuck did that happen?!?” one of the shadowy figures on the monitors demanded.

“Somehow she knew his weakness, and exploited it fully,” the leader replied.

“God damned it Cromwell,” a female voice with a slight Latina accent snapped.  “You assured us you have Delta City under control.”  “If the public finds out what the Institute is up to in Delta City, it will be all our asses in a sling, starting with yours.”

“There’s no need to be dramatic, Senator,” Cromwell replied.  “The Aberration test proved that the She-Legion is still useless and clueless, even with the witch’s intervention.”  “We also learned she’s a threat we need to take more seriously but she should be easy to continue to keep isolated.”

“Can you guarantee that the Aberration won’t be traced back to the Institute in any way?” another male voice demanded.

“Absolutely, Mister Secretary,” Cromwell replied confidently.  “If anybody has the skills to properly analyze his DNA, all they will see is Professor Pervo’s handiwork in genetic engineering.”

“I still don’t like it,” another male voice.  “Axis Industries should be taking the lead on Project Dominance.”

“Kiss my ass, Yuri,” Cromwell growled.  “Your second rate pharma company doesn’t have half the experience with technology or genetics as Cromwell Industries.”

“That’s enough!” the General barked.  “We’ve had this discussion before.”  “Things will remain as this council set them up until such time as the entire council decides otherwise.”  “Need I remind you what happened to General Wade when he refused to play ball?!?”

“Point made, General,” Cromwell said with a nod.  Yuri grumbled something resembling an agreement from the monitor he was on.

“Good,” The Secretary said.  “Double down on project security, and work on getting a new Aberration field ready.”  “It was the closest thing we had to a viable weapon.”

“Both are already in progress as we speak,” Cromwell replied.

“What about Bridge?” The General demanded.  “His sexual perversions are becoming a potential security risk.”

“He’s a pawn with little knowledge of our operations,” Cromwell replied bluntly.  “His electronics and telecommunications technology have been helpful, as have his financial contributions.”  “If he becomes a liability, he’ll develop health problems… fatal ones.”

(For more on Mr. Bridge, see Deanna Troi’s stories at DangerBabeCentral.com)

“With that settled, I think we can declare this meeting of the Council over,”  The Senator said.  “I have a National Security Oversight Committee meeting to attend in a half hour.”

With that, the other four members of the Institute’s governing council signed off, their monitors going dark.  Cromwell rubbed his goateed chin then straightened his suit coat, then turned to exit the control center.

“Best be careful, Max,” a woman’s voice said from near the doorway of the control center. “I think you’re starting to make the Council nervous.”  “Not healthy.”

Cromwell turned around, and flashed an arrogant smirk.  “You let me worry about the rest of the Council, Charity.”  “None of them have my intellect or vision.”

“Just don’t let those wax wings of pride carry you too close to the sun, Icarus,” Charity replied.  The leggy woman wore a professional looking knee length black dress and had her light brown hair in a low ponytail.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Cromwell replied with a chuckle so devoid of joy it could chill to the bone.  “And from my own troubleshooter no less.”

 

And that’s all you get for now…