Valiant Valkyrie vs the Boarman Chapter 3: The Hyboria Hysterium
Our Story Thus Far:
After a failed pursuit of the villainess Rude Ruby and an ambush at the hands of her gang, the Dark Prizm, Valiant Valkyrie has found herself stranded in the city of Broodhaven, the domain of her hated rival the mysterious Boarman. After enduring a humiliating interrogation at the hands of the Broodhaven police, Valkyrie has been sprung from custody by the timely intervention of her fellow Beachport heroines Daring Diva and the Sun Idol. Now, determined to show the chauvinist Boarman up by defeating his own villainesses before he can, and acting on a keen hunch, the three curvaceous costumed crime-fighters think they know exactly where they must go next: the notorious women's super-prison known as the Hyboria Hysterium.
No characters depicted in this work engaging in sexual activity are under the age of eighteen.
"Are we really doing this?" Sun Idol asked, staring up at the edifice of Hyboria Hysterium looming against the cloudy moonlit sky. Her voluptuous Rising-Sun-panty-clad bottom squirmed against the plush seat of Valkyrie's super-car, as they steadily rode closer. "Are we really going in... THERE?!"
Even for one of her power, even for a superheroine, the idea of taking her buxom bikini-clad curves voluntarily into that place sent an oozing squirt of dread rising up beneath the surface of her broad flat belly. She shivered, and stroked her fingers along the edge of the window nervously.
Valiant Valkyrie was not entirely immune to this effect either. She gaped up through the windshield at the tall domes of the infamous Hyboria complex, etched against the gray swirling horizon - even as with her own gloved hands she drove them closer and closer. But then, she shook her head. "We have no choice!" she said.
Daring Diva took a deep breath. "You know... we have an 'in'..." she pointed out.
Valiant Valkyrie shivered in her bikini, but then nodded. "I know," she said. "I... I don't want to use it. But... we really don't have any other option do we?"
Daring Diva shook her head, agreeing. "I... I think under the circumstances," she said, slowly, "you have to be the one to make the call."
Valkyrie took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Right," Valkyrie said. Reaching out, she manipulated the console controls, and soon had the night receptionist of Hyboria on her screen.
Given who they were and the masks they wore on their faces, even at this late hour it only took a few smiles and a few pointed words to secure an audience with the Warden. Soon, Valiant Valkyrie's battered super-car pulled up outside the gates of the prison and they got out.
In a world dominated by superheroes and their nefarious villains, every major city ended up having to develop its own unique and custom-designed prison facilities - to accommodate whatever particular strain of super-crime ended up becoming dominant there. Beachport, for instance, on top of its fair share of supervillains had to deal with a continuous stream of lustful monsters creeping up from its sewers due to a variety of sources - and therefore had numerous labs, such as the Professor's, to contain and study them. Broodhaven, by contrast... had the Hysterium.
Built in the ruins of a failed 1920s-era resort complex, the Hyboria Hysterium stretched out across several dozen acres. It was surrounded by a wide, curved outer wall, within which the buildings of the interior were safely contained. At its heart, the looming domes of the main prison building served as the centerpiece of the operation To either side two sub-facilities nestled close by, connected to the main center by thin curved passageways. Only the main prison building came forward to meet the outer perimeter, right before them. At the entrance, two smoothly rounded arches soared high overhead to meet at a slight point - where a smooth round projection stuck out between them.
Looking up, standing beside the parked Valkyr's Steed, the three heroines studied what awaited them silently for a few seconds.
"Does it... does it remind you of anything?" Daring Diva asked, squirming.
"Let's just get this over with," Valkyrie said, starting to march up the steps to the towering entrance of the prison, to greet the guards coming down to meet them. The other two buxom heroines followed.
Valiant Valkyrie refused the offer of valet parking, instead using a voice command to send her car around to park itself in the most discreetly positioned public lot - around back at the service entrance, where the delivery vehicles parked. Then, she and Daring Diva and Sun Idol allowed themselves to be escorted through the entrance. Putting their hands up, rolling their eyes, they let the leering guards sweep their swooping scantily-clad curves with metal detectors. Moving on, escorted by a couple of the guards, they walked through the outer public-facing sections of the prison - past a suite of visitation rooms, a waiting room and cafeteria, all of which were vacant at this hour. With the guards' help they passed through a badge-access door, then past that through offices and empty reception areas. Finally they found themselves walking down a wide marble-floored hallway, approaching a large pair of double mahogany doors with prominent brass knockers.
Above the doors was a plaque that read 'Warden's Office'.
"Ready?" Daring Diva asked.
"As I'll ever be," Valkyrie growled.
As they approached the doors opened up automatically, to reveal a large office and a broad desk, behind which a handsome blonde woman sat. She wore a big smile on her lips, and a pink blazer that showed off a staggering amount of cleavage.
"Ah, you're here!" she cooed, leaping to her feet.
This revealed her to be wearing an extremely short skirt under her blazer, and not much else. Her ample rack shook dramatically inside her blazer, making it very clear that within the blazer she was not wearing a bra. A huge smile on her lips, the pink-clad woman reached out both arms towards the three women and shook her head.
"It really has been much too long!" she said.
Bunny Brawler had been one of the very first superheroines in Beachport, back when even Valiant Valkyrie was just getting her start. Even by superheroine standards her costume of essentially a pink leotard and bunny-ears had appeared rather ludicrous. But, strangely enough, this had actually been her greatest strength.
Back then the idea of costumed crime-fighters had still been rather new, and there had been quite a lot of lascivious derision among the criminal sorts for the idea of scantily-clad champions, particularly of the female sort, patrolling the streets. Bunny Brawler had changed that because her name was nothing if not accurate. She loved to beat dudes up and she was very very good at it. Night after night the jails had filled up with bruised thugs and ruffians who, egos more battered than their bodies, had had to admit to their fellows that 'the bunny-ear girl' had destroyed them. The other criminals had roared with laughter, at first, of course... only, as often as not, to end up in the same cell the next night, nursing bruises, and having to admit the same thing. Soon enough the sight of any scantily-clad superheroine approaching was enough to make most criminals flee in horror, just to avoid the humiliation in front of their peers... and the rest, as they would say, was history.
No, the 'beating up criminals' part had never been Bunny Brawler's problem. Her problem had been the literally everything else. For one, the severe beatings she tended to hand out to her fallen foes post-capture repeatedly caused them to be sprung early, and got her severe talking-tos from even the cooperative Beachport authorities... which she had completely ignored. But, more to the point, she had not gotten along with her fellow superheroines at all. She seemed to consider half the city 'her' territory, but which half had changed on her whim. She had considered all the criminals 'her' prizes - and would attack heroines who interfered with 'her' turf almost as viciously as she attacked the criminals themselves.
On one particularly noteworthy occasion, an attempt by Valiant Valkyrie to arrest some thieves in 'her' territory, down by the amusement park, had led to Bunny attacking her out of nowhere - and their fight had been so brutal that the thieves had managed to recover, seize them both from behind, and capture them. Only the timely arrival of the police had allowed the half-stripped superheroines to escape with their virtues and some measure of their dignity intact... and no sooner had she gotten untied from the criminals' bonds than Bunny Brawler had begun pointing fingers at Valiant Valkyrie and shrieking that the whole thing was her fault. She had continued to do so, for weeks.
At last, completely unable to get along, Bunny Brawler had made a fateful decision: she would leave Beachport and the other 'unruly' superheroines entirely, and head to nearby Broodhaven instead... where, as chance would have it, a young Boarman was also just getting his start. When that latter fact was pointed out to her, Bunny Brawler had merely smirked, and said that within a week she would make him her obedient sidekick. Shortly after her arrival the two had encountered one another in 'her' new territory, and as was her idiom she had responded by whirling and throwing a punch. The Boarman had caught it and, per a couple bystanders, they had stood quivering and glaring at one another for several seconds. Then, vanishing back further into the abandoned warehouse where their encounter had occurred, they had continued to fight viciously, and swiftly vanished from view.
What happened after that, only they knew. The Boarman had never discussed it; Bunny Brawler only much later and in the vaguest possible terms. But what was known was that the next night the Boarman was back out on patrol, and Bunny Brawler wasn't. In fact, she went missing for nearly a year, until many assumed she was gone.
Then she had suddenly resurfaced. She had called a press conference. Eager to see what had become of her old rival, Kaja had tuned in from her mansion - while lounging about in her robe after a hard day's patrolling.
When she arrived, Bunny had strutted out in full costume - and then, to the great murmurs of the assembled press, she had suddenly slumped to her knees. Kneeling there on stage, her lovely blushing face surrounded by a phalanx of uplifted press microphones and filmed by a dozen news cameras, she had tearfully apologized - to the city, to the country, and especially and at great length to a 'particular superhero' whose name she had refused to give.
