Eric's Angel Part One

Atomic Girl claimed no man could break her heart, Eric Powell, a professional jewel thief, came closest.
Eric was preparing to take down the security system of the Metro Art Museum and lift one of the priceless Romanov Diamonds when he encountered Atomic Girl.
More accurately, she encountered him.
Eric's back was turned to the buxom, statuesque, raven-haired crime fighter as she crept silently toward him. She landed a sharp judo chop to the thief's neck.
Pain jerked Eric's body and the burglar tools fell from his hands, clanking on the pavement of the museum alleyway where the security switch box was housed. Eric thought he had electrocuted himself and then was submerged in darkness. Atomic Girl knelt by the unconscious criminal and collected his tools for evidence with business-like rapidity. When Atomic Girl rolled Eric on his back to take a digital photo of him, a gasp of air escaped her lips. She fell in love with Eric instantly.
For a long moment, Atomic Girl was frozen, staring expressionlessly at Eric's handsome features. Grabbing his limp arms frantically, Atomic Girl tipped the robber over her shoulder. She checked the crime scene for any evidence that Eric had been there. Finding none, she carried Eric to her black 1966 GTO parked at the entrance to the alleyway. She dumped him the passenger seat, got the car started and sped off.

Eric woke an hour later on a large couch in a dark office. Moving was painful, but he finally worked himself to his feet. His vision cleared in time for him to peer out a window and see a dozen police cars, lights flashing a rainbow of colors, at the entrance of the Metro Museum.
"Damn!" Eric groaned to himself. "Slipped through my fucking fingers! How did I get here?"
On the next three jobs, Eric got clobbered from behind and transported before the police arrived. To his increasing aggravation, Eric decided he had been assigned a guardian angel. Atomic Girl, at the age of 32, was smitten for the first time in her life and had appointed herself Eric's angel.
In the previous decade, Rita guarded Metro City as second in command to Super Donna as part of the four woman Justice Force. Justice Force was publicly defeated by their arch enemy The Sisterhood of Evil. Atomic Girl and the others regrouped and eventually defeated The Sisterhood, but Super Donna announced her retirement, disbanding Justice Force so she could marry her much younger fiance.
Atomic Girl continued solo crime fighting, enjoying male companionship often and with no strings, as she always had. But one glance at Eric transformed her feelings. Intoxicated with love, Atomic Girl tracked Eric's every move from the roofs of Metro City. Watching him case his next target, she adored how easily he moved, undetected by the world around him, observing the deliveries to and security procedures of galleries and jewelry merchants.
"He's so good at this!" Atomic Girl thought in gleeful ecstasy.
Atomic Girl waited until midnight for Eric to move on the Martini Diamond Exchange warehouse. A few days before, the Exchange had received a substantial amount of uncut diamonds. With night vision goggles, Atomic Girl saw Eric appear on the exchange's roof top, opposite the one where she was concealed. He moved quickly to the skylight, methodically disarming the alarm system on the glass.
Discarding the goggles, Atomic Girl sprinted forward, picking up speed as she ran. Silently she sprang outward, leaping effortlessly the few feet between the buildings. Atomic Girl landed in a crouch, twenty feet from her prey. Atomic Girl slipped toward Eric, a stun wand in her hand.
Eric saw a blur in the glass move and spun quickly, smacking the wand from Atomic Girl's hand. Grabbing her other arm, Eric yanked the super heroine at him, slugging her in the gut.
"Atomic Girl?" he blurted, seeing the woman's face in the glare from the skylight. Atomic Girl winced speechlessly, her pretty face twisted in pain. "You've been following me?"
"Ye..ah..oooohhh....bastard!"
Eric released Atomic Girl and let her stand upright. Pulling a small sap from his pocket, Eric calculated the force needed and brought the sap down behind Atomic Girl's ear.
Cartoon stars and planets exploded and spun around her head. Atomic Girl swayed listlessly, glassy eyes sagging shut.
"Eric..Er...ohhh..."
The stars were most vivid and shiny when darkness crept over her.

Atomic Girl woke laying on a gurney in an ambulance. The male EMT who was shining a small light in her eyes said they responded to an anonymous report of an injured female on a roof top.
"There was no one there," he said. "But we found this note pressed into your cleavage!"
Atomic Girl grabbed the paper from the EMT's hand and unfolded it.
"So you're my guardian angel, Atomic Girl. I'm flattered. You know where to find me for round two!"

Atomic Girl was a week recovering from Eric's knockout blow. She contacted him a few days after she was released from the hospital, asking to met her at a nearby gym after closing hours.
The female crime fighter stood in a corner of the boxing ring at the far end of the gym, illuminated by the florescent lamp suspended from the ceiling. Eric liked Atomic Girl's body bathed in white light. "Just a week and a few days and you're back on your feet!" he called out to his opponent as he approached the ring.
"You bet!" responded Atomic Girl.
"I got your message asking me to meet you here," Eric stated, climbing into the ring, carrying with him a large gym bag. "What's on your mind, Atomic Girl?"
"It's Rita, please. You're on my mind, Eric!"
Atomic Girl rocked back and forth on her feet, her gloved arms swaying, as she watched Eric take his own boxing gloves from the bag. "In what way?" he asked.
"I've fallen in love with you, Eric, so we have issues to settle."
"Which ones?" Eric was glad he showed up.
"I can't involve myself with a criminal, so you have to give up crime."
Eric face contorted, first in astonishment and then distaste. "I make a great living at this!" Eric was already fitting on his boxing gloves.
"I figured you'd say that, so we'll work it out by fighting."
Eric laughed as quietly as he could. "Give up crime, are you insane?"
"No!" Atomic Girl regally insisted. "If I win, you leave crime for me!"
"For you!?"
"Yes...me!" Atomic Girl's feelings were baffled and hurt.
"And if I win?"
"Then it's over."
Eric found that he didn't want that. "Fine," he said. "We fight to a knockout. The one unable to answer a ten count loses."
"Agreed."
The pair came together at the ring's center and touched gloves. The first punches between them were slow and calculated. Both fighters easily deflected the blows; Atomic Girl smiling wider as Eric's face became more intent.
"Why me, Rita?" Eric asked as he increased the force and rapidity of his punches.
"How should I know?" was Atomic Girl's honest response. "I just..."

WHAM!!!!

Eric's fist slammed directly into Atomic Girl's face and she stumbled, eyes glaring in confusion. Eric quickly stunned her with a right to the chin.
Atomic Girl felt herself fall toward the turnbuckle. Seconds later, Eric hammered her midsection with a pounding left as Atomic Girl dreamily wondered why her lover was about to hit her again.
Doubled over in misery from the gut shot, Atomic Girl was defenseless. She heard Eric laugh louder and merrier this time and an upper cut straightened her out completely. Atomic Girl's vision went black and she dropped against the turnbuckle.Coming to rest in a sitting position, Atomic Girl gave two muted groans as her head lolled back and forth. Then she was unconscious.
Eric skipped the 10 count; he had calibrated the final punch to put Atomic Girl to sleep.
"Good night, Rita!" Eric declared, removing his gloves. He felt a delighted surprise at addressing Atomic Girl by her first name.
Removing a thorn less red rose from his duffel bag, Eric pressed it gently into the exposed portion of Atomic Girl's breasts. After removing her boxing gloves, he kissed the knocked out super heroine and gently caressed her smooth cheeks and chin.

Atomic Girl woke 30 minutes later. Eric had vanished and her face ached.
The rose's fragrance filled her nostrils, clearing her head. Pressing the flower to her nose, Atomic Girl decided it was not over!

Mating Season The Conclusion

When Will’s eyes opened again, he saw Diana and another woman standing over him.
“Where am I?” he mumbled slowly, his head still foggy from the gas Diana had administered on the jet.
“You’re on our home island, Will,” Diana said, Then the Amazon stepped back respectfully and the other woman of intense regal beauty stepped in Diana’s place. “Will, this is our ruler, Queen Tatiana!” Diana added.
The woman smiled at Will and her face exploded with loveliness. Will was startled by the transformation, noticing for the first time Tatiana’s full breasts. When he moved to sit up, Tatiana told him to stay on his back.
“You’ll need your rest,” the Amazon queen added.
“Our majesty is Daphne’s aunt,” Diana mentioned.
“My niece lost her parents in an earthquake 15 years ago and I raised her as my own child. I trained her to be brave and wise and a true member of our Sisterhood.”
“She’s all those things.” Will said, not sure where the conversation was going. “Am I here to be married?”
“Yes, Daphne has chosen you as her mate,” Queen Tatiana responded. “You’re a better physical specimen than Diana’s new husband, but he appears to be more…”
“Intelligent,” supplied Diana.
“Yes, thank you!” Tatiana nodded approvingly at Diana and then looked back to the man in the bed. “Yes, Will, you seem like an oaf.”
“I do not!”
“Diana, you can go back to John, but please tell Daphne the ceremony will be tomorrow. She should be ready,” Tatiana ordered. Diana bowed her head and left the room.
Tatiana smiled at Will again and sat beside him on the bed, beginning to undo her top. “Only a woman can rule Amazon Island, so the queen never marries.”
“Okay…” Wills aid, watching as more and more of Tatiana’s upper body appeared and her clothes collected on the bedroom floor. “So to compensate, the queen gets to spend one night with each man brought to the island before they are married.”
Will watched Tatiana pull back the blanket that had covered him and then slowly remove his shorts. “I like this arrangement, Will!”

Will kissed Tatiana, gently taking the Amazon queen in his arms. Tatiana let out a gentle sigh and awoke. The two had made love until Will passed out in exhaustion at four in the morning.
“Good morning your majesty!” Will whispered.
“Good morning to you, too!” Tatiana replied, sitting up. “Daphne will be happy to discover you are an outstanding lover.”
“She knows that already,” Will said, blankly.
Tatiana froze in the action of putting on her morning dress. “What?!”
“Yeah, didn’t she tell you?” Will turned to Tatiana, smiling knowingly. “We hit the sack right after I knocked her out in a boxing match.”
“She let herself be taken…after she was defeated…by an oaf?!”
“No, after she was defeated in a fair fight,” insisted Will. "And when she came around, Daphne didn't need much persuading to get undressed."
Tatiana wanted to punch Will out after his last comment, but steadied herself. Daphne was not the first Amazon sent into the world of men to find a husband and return with an insensitive imbecile. Still, she had raised her neice not to be a woman who falls for the guy who lays her out in combat!
"Will, thank you for the information, I'll have to have a talk with Daphne,' Tatiana said. "In the meantime, we need to get you ready."
"What do I have to do?" Will asked, his lips still cradling a smirk.
"Not much." Tatiana pointed a small aerosal can at Will and pressed down on the nosle. Will really liked the smell, it was sweet and then a piano crashed on him. With a sigh, he fell face down on the bed.

"Hey, Will, wake up!"
The darkness slowly cleared from Will's eyes and he saw John and Diana standing over him. "How you feeling?" John asked him.
"Now what's going on?" Will asked, sitting up in his chair. He was seated in a large wooden chair in an open green field. Most of Amazon Island's population had gathered for the nuptials, with Daphne dressed in a white summer dress and Queen Tatiana right next to her. The Amazon girl smiled joyfully at Will.
"Come on Will, this is your big moment!" Diana said, helping John get Will to his feet. "It'll be over quickly!"
"Fellow Sisters of Amazon Island, we are gathered for the marriage of my neice Daphne to her chosen mate in keeping with our rituals for a thousand years!" Tatiana told the crowd. As the Queen continued with the ceremony, Will looked over his bride and had to admit Daphne wasn't only beatiful, but a sweet girl. At least she's not going to be trouble and kids aren't so bad, he decided. This won't be so painful, Will thought, looking around at all the other goregeous women gathered for the ceremony.
Tatiana brought the couple together. "By the power invested in me by our ancestral goddesses, Venus and Demeter, I pronounce you, Daphne and Will, wife and mate!"
Applause and cheering went up from the crowd and John and Diana congratulated Will.
"You may kiss the bride!" Tatiana declared.
Will and Daphne looked at each other for the first time since she had gased him in the boxing ring. "Will, do you love me?"
Will thought for a moment and said honestly. "Yes, I think I do."
The two embraced in a long affectionate kiss, which prompted another cheer from the audience.
"Daphne, you may knock out your groom!" Tatiana said aloud.
Will glared in surpise at Daphne, whose right fist was already pulled back behind her ear. "You know, Will, I think I can do it this time!"
"Daphne hold up..."
BAM!!!
The punch knocked Will out on his feet instantly. He swayed listlessly and tipped foward. Daphne caught him over her shoulder and carried her new husband to her personal chambers. The guests, including Tatiana, cheered her victory.

Mating Season Part 1

The gas filled Will’s nostrils and lungs, making the boxing ring tilt and spin. He felt himself swerve sideways and his vision dim, barely seeing Daphne’s aerosol can extended at him, a jet of pink gas engulfing his face.
Then the world went out from under him and Will was on the canvas, flat on his stomach, boxing gloved hands at his side. Glimpsing Daphne’s bare feet, he smiled and went completely to sleep.
“You got him,” said Diana, walking across the ring to her friend. “You could have just punched him out.”
“No,” Daphne admitted. “I don’t think I could have. Grab his arms.”
The Amazons had begun their yearly mating season a month earlier. Daphne and Diana were one of ten pairs of girls in their mid 20s dispatched from Amazon Island to the world of men. Their object was to bring home permanent mates.
The hunt had gone smoothly for Diana, a tall, strongly built warrioress descended from the African branch of the Amazon sisterhood. The mating ritual required an Amazon to defeat her potential husband in single combat, so the pair joined a boxing club in one of the large cities of the men.
John and Diana fell for each other at first sight. John wasn’t the perfect specimen Diana had been instructed to find; a little thin and by two inches the shortest guy in the gym. But Diana thought he was handsome and found his company stimulating. When Diana offered to box him, John was thrilled because he knew he didn’t stand a chance.
Diana tagged him a few times at the start of round one. Then the Amazon smiled seductively and slammed three rapid upper cuts to John’s chin and jaw, each blow followed by a flash of lighting in John’s skull. The he simply relaxed, savoring the sensation of tumbling backward into sleep.
“He should have known that would happen,” Daphne remarked to Will as they leaned against the ropes, watching John slumber through the count.
“That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen John in the time I’ve known him,” Will answered. “I think he’s in love!”
“He better be,” added Daphne. “Because Diana sure is!”
At “ten!” Diana scooped up the unconscious male in her arms and carried him to her dressing room.
“Ready to give it another try tomorrow?” Will playfully nudged Daphne’s ass and the statuesque blonde shoved back. “You can be sure!”
Daphne had fallen in love with her chosen mate as fast as Diana had went for John. But challenging Will to a boxing match was a mistake. Throughout her childhood, Daphne had heard of the epic battles ancestors like Penthesilea and Hippolyta had waged against male aggressors. The Amazons now took permanent male companions, but the old stories lived in their subconscious and Daphne looked forward to her own confrontation with the mythic beast.
Will only fought women and almost always knocked his competition out cold. If he flattened the right girl, they would end up sleeping together. Looking over Daphne’s superb thighs as she stood in her corner, ready to fight, Will decided she was one of the right girls.
At the bell, Will threw himself at Daphne. She deflected every punch and tracked Will’s movements, waiting for his defenses to fail for just a moment. Daphne loved being pursued by Will, his arms reaching to embrace her in a barrage of punches. Combat with her sisters on Amazon Island had never been this pleasurable, Daphne thought and her smile brightened every time her gloves smacked Will’s body.
As their violent tango continued, Daphne hardly noticed Will was darting left to right, drawing closer to his opponent, backing her to the ropes.
A sharp left-right to her head took Daphne off her feet and propelled her into the ropes. Will stepped in and repeated the left-right assault, this time punishing Daphne’s stomach. She bowed forward in agony, shocked eyes wide. Will’s right hook collided with Daphne’s jaw, spinning her vision.
The brutal left uppercut that bashed the button of Daphne’s chin put her in a daze. Will danced backward, grinning wolfishly, as he made room for the groggy, staggering Amazon. Will measured his next punch carefully and launched.
“Ooooffff!!!” Daphne moaned, the gut shot freezing her in mid step. Pain raced from her mid section, clutching her entire body. Will landed a pair of left-right combos that turned out the lights in Daphne’s head.
The Amazon’s body lagged behind her brain. Daphne stumbled toward Will again, arms spasming wildly, eyes glassy as she fell into darkness.
Diana and Will’s voices bubbled up in the blackness and Daphne smiled when she saw them speaking to her. She blinked her eyes into focus and settled back on the stool against the turnbuckle.
“Diana?....the lights…is it Saturnalia….uhm?” Daphne asked slowly. “Will, why aren't we fighting?”
Will suppressed a chuckle. “I knocked you out. The fight is over.”
“Already?” Daphne asked, happily confused.
“Yes.” Will said.
“Wow! Can you take me to my apartment, Will?”


Dreams of love making with Daphne still glimmered in Will’s head when he woke.
Looking around, he saw he was in the cabin of a jet. He started to leap up when a voice, soothing and feminine, called his name. Diana was seated at the bed.
“Diana? Where the hell am I?”
“You’re on a jet, will, you’re going to my home island,” Diana smiled at the boxer and pressed him back to the bed. “Daphne has chosen you as her mate.”
“Home island? Daphne’s mate?”
The perplexity in Will’s voice sounded like pain.
“Have you heard of the Amazons, the mythical female warriors?”
Diana removed a small green cylinder and face mask from under the bed.
“Yes.” Will stammered.
“Daphne and I are members of that race. We came to your city to select mates. I chose John and Daphne picked you. We’re transporting you home.”
“You’re kidnapping me?!”
“We don’t like that word, Will. And yes,” Diana explained. “But you’ll be happy with Daphne, she’s in love with you!”
Diana quickly connected rubber tubing to a valve on the cylinder and then the face mask to the other end. A sharp hiss followed when she turned the release on the small tank.
“But I don’t want to be anyone’s mate!”
“John loved the idea,” said Diana. “We’re to be married when we arrive.”
“John likes women to dominate him, I don’t!” Will asserted.
“This makes you perfect for Daphne!” With her left arm, Diana firmly pinned Will to the bed. “Breath normally Will. This is a precaution, we don’t want people to know where the island is. Just relax, John did.”
Skillfully, Diana covered Will’s mouth and nose with the gas mask.
“Relax?!...I can…mumppphhh….umphhh….”
Heaviness filled Will’s body. Diana’s affectionate words became murky and then silence. He felt a gentle caress on his cheek and sleep consumed him whole.