SECTOR OF INFLUENCE
A super-heroine adventure by InterestingLife featuring BODYGLOVE, guest-starring RICOCHET, based on an image by Exit-Zero (77).

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, sexual imagery and may depict scenes of non-consensual sexual activity, as well as torture and many other illegal activities. It is intended as literary entertainment only.
All characters used in this story are property of their respective owners.
This story is part of the continuity established by myself and my interpretations of the Exit-Zero universe, presented with his permission, and may not work in continuity with other stories. 

Direct any comments to : youngasuq@yahoo.ca

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To be working alongside Ricochet was truly a momentous opportunity for Bodyglove. Even before donning the body suit and setting out to fight crime, Isabelle Bryant had been an unrepentable fan of the heroines of Eve City, from Andromeda's first arrest all the way through their entire career, even the harsher parts. For the blonde student in biological engineering, following the careers of the heroines was a second calling. Never would she have imagined herself being one of them at the time, let alone working with the awesome Ricochet. Then again, like any major change in her life, it had been unexpected.

From the time she had been hired to work at Orion labs with doctor Hurt and his team, to her accidentally uncovering the bio-fabric she had nicknamed BGS, now used in the costumes worn by most superheroines, up to her official debut as Bodyglove, about a month ago, Isabelle's life had been anything but boring and, branching out on her own as a full-fledged heroine seemed the culmination of all the hard work. Never mind the recognition her work had gotten her from the heroine community : to be one of them, respected by her idols, was the greatest gift imaginable.

And it wasn't like she had planned to work alongside Ricochet. The veteran heroine had actually approached her since, after all, the district affectionally called BigTown was her official operating theater. It was out of respect that Ricochet had set up the meeting with Bodyglove. Now, two days in, they were closing in on their targets, the infamous gang known only as the Tar Masks. Gang was, in this case, a misnomer. From what Bodyglove understood, they were actually some kind of mercenary group which had been operating in and out of the city for the better part of the year. They had apparently been organized by a super-villain who was now out-of-comission, enabling them to branch out on their own and run independant contracts. The exact nature of their activities in BigTown was still unknown, but it couldn't be any good.

Bodyglove stood up on the roof of the apartment complex and looked out onto the street below, where the people were ending their daily chores. Night was falling; Ricochet would arrive in the next few minutes, so it was a last moment for the newly minted heroine to ponder her situation. She wore the form-fitting armor she had designed for herself, a one-piece dark suit that looked like leather and was put on like latex, only more easily. The fabric was stylisth, electrical-resistant, could deflect blades or at least slow them down. It was flexible enough not to hamper the wearer's movements. Truly, it was her pride and joy, her baby. In it, Bodyglove felt invincible. Only her eyes showed; there were also slits for her mouth and nostrils. The fabric also breathed very well, neither too hot nor too cold. It truly accentuated her wondrous curves. Her heroic name was simply the logical outcome of the discovery.

From her perch, Bodyglove noticed a vehicle which had been in their sights since the beginning of their investigation. Apparently, the Tar Masks had rented the services of a local driver, specialized in getaways at crime scenes. Although he had not yet carried out whatever task he had been assigned, he was still very much a person of interest. He was waiting inside his vehicle, possibly for a contact. Bodyglove took out her binoculars and tried to get a closer look on the scene. She realized there was already someone else in the car. He must have arrived with the driver. Unable to get down without being seen, she waited for something to happen.

The passenger - the unidentified man - stepped out and looked left and right. She used the camera function of the binoculars to snap his face. She could run facial recognition later at the laboratory. The main perk of working at ORION labs in her daily life was the access to the various databases of the MTD this granted her (with authorization from doctor Hurt, of course). As the car started driving off, the man crossed the street and entered the building where she was watching. The ground floor was a meat market, while the upper floors were apartments. She was certain, from the angle, that he had entered the butcher's shop. Luckily, she knew, there was a side alley with a door that led to the refrigerated area. She had staked out the place before.

Bodyglove was concerned that Ricochet had not yet arrived, but she needed to know what was going on down there. Skillfully, using a rope that she secured on the roof, she climbed down the side of the building. When Ricochet would arrive, she would see the rope and know in which direction she had gone. Down in the alley, Bodyglove raced to the side entrance and was able to jimmy the lock, making her way into the area just before the freezer. Mindful to avoid making any noise, she crawled up to the doorway connecting the front and back. Hiding behind a refrigerator as best she could, she listened in to whatever conversation was happening on the other side. There were two voices, both male.

"So, it's on?"
"Absolutely. Tonight, right off the intersection leading up to the highway. There's a gas station."
"Yep."
"Well, it's just past it, behind. We'll meet up with the gang there."
"Nice. And what's the play?"
"Oh! We'll figure that out when we're on site."

Talking business, she mused, happy to have crawled her way in.

"Now, are you gonna buy something or not?"
"Sure... give me a leg of lamb."
"Lamb? Seriously?"
"Fine... give me a sirloin steak."

It wasn't surprising that she had arrived late in the conversation but, at least, she had managed to gather an important detail, one that could be the key to taking down the Tar Masks. There was no point in hanging around any longer. Bodyglove made a swift retreat, eager to share her discovery with her partner.

Then, it would only be a matter of taking the bad guys down at their lair.

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It was exactly as the man had said. A gas station just off the exit to the highway leading outside of town. Bodyglove and Ricochet were in the underpass, safely surveiling the place. There were already two vehicles on site that seemed suspicious. Ricochet had parked her own bike in a secure location so it would not be seen. It was simply a matter of time now, waiting for the villains to arrive and start planning their whatever.

From Orion laboratories, Bodyglove had secured a directional laser microphone, which would allow them to listen in on what was happening inside the gas station. So far, the clerk was watching the local game, and a few customers had rolled by on their way in and out of the highway. There was probably a secret door, somewhere inside, leading to a basement or lair of some kind. Ricochet and Bodyglove took turns at the listening device. The veteran heroine was currently on task, so Bodyglove was mostly attempting to spot movement.

"I see three cars coming into the parking."

Ricochet turned the listening device away from her ear and looked at her ally. In her dark full body suit, she was a clear constrast to the bright pink and white of Ricochet's uniform.

"So our bad guys are arriving... finally."

The stakeout was about to get more interesting. They saw several individuals get out of the parking, and head into the gas station.

"What do we do to listen in to what they're saying inside?" Ricochet asked.
"Well, we'll obviously have to get closer. The roof?"
"Okay."

It took several minutes for the heroines to get in position on the roof of the gas station without being spotted. Once there, however, they were secure enough that they could set themselves as they wanted. Again, Bodyglove used some of her trade tools to tap into the electrical system of the place, and she was actually able to physically tap the phone line. Unfortunately, no one was using it. Ricochet, in the meantime, remained on lookout.

"So what now?" Ricochet asked.
"We wait, I suppose."

It might be a long wait. There was no way for the girls to know exactly what was happening, but it was clear that something was going down, given the number of people that had come. Perhaps the Tar Masks were finally going to make a move. And the heroines would be there to stop it.

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"How long do we wait?" asked the man.

He wasn't alone in the room. There were about ten of them, all roughly athletic. Coming from many walks of life. Criminals. Mercenaries. Ex-military. All waiting for orders.

"This isn't a good idea," one of them mumbled. "This spot is too exposed."
"Calm down... whoever hires us knows what they're doing," another replied.

There was a knock on the door. The one closest to it opened it. There was no one outside, but there was a box on the ground. He took it in and closed the door.

"Here they are."

Everyone in the room reached into the box and retrieved a Tar Mask. They all removed their shirts and tops, and then put on the Masks. The circuitry inside it triggered.

"Hello again, soldiers," a voice echoed in their minds.

They didn't answer. The Masks were sending a signal into their brains, making them receptive to the suggestion. The hired didn't know what the Masks did, only that they protected their faces while they operated. It was a simple method of hiring. They went to a location, found the Masks, carried out whatever duties was required of them, and then returned the Masks. Money was then given to them for services.

"We have an issue," the voice echoed again. "Your meeting site has been compromised. This needs to be addressed."

The soldiers all nodded simultaneously. They knew what to do.

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"What are they doing?" Bodyglove asked, watching the mercenaries move cargo from one vehicle to the other.
"Wish I knew," Ricochet answered.

They had discreetly followed the gang back to the district of BigTown where the dastardly plan was potentially ongoing. The Tar Masks were hard at work, a few on the lookout, most of them busy shuffling unidentified cargo from one truck to another. Moving stolen or illegal goods about, no doubt.

"They're clearly doing something illegal..." added Ricochet.

She had faced the Tar Masks before and knew that, whatever they were doing, it always led to crime. The only question was what nefarious plot they were hatching. Were they acting on their own or were they part of a larger plan? Had someone hired them to move the merchandise?

"We should act on it," Bodyglove said.
"Maybe... but I have an idea."

Ricochet, more experienced than her ally, had noticed that one of the Tar Masks had set himself apart from the others, watching from a distance, essentially acting as a lookout. He was more isolated from the others.

"Here's the plan," Ricochet said. "We take him down and get him to talk..."
"What makes you think he'll know anything?"
"The Tar Masks operate as a single cohesive unit. He'll have, at least, a portion of the plan. We'll figure out the rest after we take him down and interrogate him."

Bodyglove reverted to her ally's experience. The two heroines moved away from their hiding place and closer to their quarry.

"You cut him off in case he tries to run and warn the others," Ricochet told Bodyglove.

She did just that, setting herself up at the end of the street, in-between him and his allies. Ricochet went around the bend and prepared to set herself on top of him. In fact, Bodyglove watched her ally swoop in, jump on the man and start taking him down, using her trademark rings to knock him around. Focused as she was on the action taking place in front of her, Bodyglove failed to realize the Tar Mask sneaking up behind her, a weapon raised in her direction. He fired a single shot. The dart penetrated through the fabric of her costume. The tranquilizer worked its way into her system within moments. She barely had time to turn around and spot her attacker before collapsing to the floor, unconscious.

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Bodyglove stirred back to consciousness and felt the cool air on her exposed skin. Naked. That's the word word that came to her mind.

"No!" she screamed.

She heard movement around her. Twisting her head, she noticed there were several men around her, topless, wearing the Tar Masks. However it had happened, she had been captured and stripped. Except that, she wasn't fully naked. Strips of her costume still clung to her flesh. Her right breast was exposed, as was the right half of her face, exposing her long blonde hair, but the rest of it still remained bonded to her skin, as it should.

"The princess is awake," one of the soldiers said.
"What you have done to me? Where's Ricochet?"

She tried to stand but realized her feet were bound together, as were her wrists, behind her back. One of the soldiers moved closer to her, bending towards her face.

"We've stripped you though, for some reason, your costume sticks to your skin mostly..."
"Bastard!"

He sneered as he slapped her. She cringed at the pain and decided to keep quiet, for the moment.

"We tried to leave your mask on but, somehow, it tore off when we went to remove the rest. But strips of costume... that's a nice look for you."

He pointed to the corner of the room, where two TarMasks were manhandling an equally stripped Ricochet, except that the heroine's mask, boots and gloves were still on.

"So," the Tar Mask said, "apparently, we weren't as discreet as we should have been. Case in point, you and your girlfriend found us... shame on us for being sloppy."

Again, she didn't answer. They were still in the same alley of BigTown where they had been ambushed. There were many way outs, but none were available until her captors were taken care of. The man talking to her got up, then sent two of his colleagues to pick her up and drag her towards the wall, in a direction opposite to Ricochet. She watched them grope her breasts and buttocks, then slap them. It was almost meant to be playful, but Ricochet did not appear to be in a playing mood, although she was hardly resisting with any force. She was probably afraid they would be more violent to her. Meanwhile, the two men dragging her pinned her against the alley wall, holding her tightly.

The man who had spoken to her, visibly some kind of leader, communicated with his superior through his mask. Bodyglove could only hear one side of the conversation.

"There's no more trouble..."

Silence followed that comment; Bodyglove tested her captor's strength by shifting her shoulders about but they were much stronger than her. One of them grabbed her exposed breast, squeezing it hard. She held back any sound and made herself more compliant, like Ricochet.

"Well, what will you have us do with them?"

The question, again, had not escaped Bodyglove's attention. She waited for the answer, fear in her heart.

"I understand," he replied.

He turned back to the heroines, casting a long look at their exposed forms. He motioned to the soldiers holding her to bring them forward, which he did. He then pointed to one of the soldiers who was standing about.

"Strip."

The soldier carried out the order. A moment later, his clothes were on the floor, and his body seemed at the ready.

"You can't!" Ricochet yelled.
"Quiet!"

One of the men holding her slapped her at the back of the head. The leader called her out.

"I would have thought that, by now, you would have understood your place, Ricochet..."

She didn't answer. The leader motioned for Bodyglove to be brought forward. He spoke again, this time addressing both heroines.

"We have documented incidents of your failures, Ricochet... why, just last month, we know you feel into the clutches of serial rapist Jeff Bundy... and we know he had a field day with you... but her... we don't even know her moniker. And even if we've seen half her face, we can't place her... it's probably better for her, in hindsight."

The naked soldier moved behind Bodyglove, still held tightly by the two others. The leader moved in front of her. She felt a cold hand caress her buttocks.

"Stop!"

The hand violently slapped her behind, making her jolt.

"There's a rule," the leader said to Bodyglove, "and maybe your friend there (pointing to Ricochet) didn't tell you about it... if you fail, you get fucked. You seem to fail quite a lot... Maybe you like it."

Bodyglove spat on him. He shrugged it off. She felt the thick fingers of the man behind her assaulting the edge of her pussy, stimulating it, sliding across her nether lips. She shivered from his touch.

"Well?" the leader asked.
"She's not very wet yet..." the soldier replied
"So?"

He had a point. The soldier steadied himself behind Bodyglove, setting his hard cock near her opening, trying to wiggle it in.

"Don't..." she suddenly pleaded.
"Don't what...?"
"Don't rape me... please..."

She wasn't crying. The desperation was real, but it was panic. Bodyglove had heard and read all the stories about the plight of the heroines, what supposedly befell them when they failed. But it couldn't be true. She didn't want it to be true. The tip of the man behind her was trying to force its way into her body.

"Untie her legs..." the leader said.

The naked soldier carried out the request. Once her legs were clearly parted, pulled away by the men holding her, it gave her would-be rapist a much better access to her sex.

"Now then..."
"Don't!" she practically screamed.

The leader motioned for his soldier to stop.

"And why shouldn't we? You're just going to be in our way again. You heroines are all the same. Gluttons for punishment."
"I've never had sex, please! I'm a virgin!"

The leader laughed.

"Please! In this day and age, with a body like that? Are you a dyke?"
"No, I..."

The leader slapped her.

"Now listen good... do you know why we do this?"

Bodyglove bobbed her head to the negative.

"We do it because it's the rule. Sure, we have fun doing it, who wouldn't, but we do it because every time we encounter you, you ask for it. With those ridiculous suits and gimmicks... It's the practice. You don't know it yet, but you will... and you'll come to expect it, should you decide to continue on this path..."

It only took a moment for the naked man behind her to set himself against her opening, and he slowly started to push himself inside her.

"Ahhh... no... stop..."

But he was inside. She had lied. She wasn't a virgin. Not that it mattered. The man's dick was now inside her, fully pushing its way as far as it could go. She knew Ricochet was watching. She felt all of her resistance dwindle away. The man inside her grabbed her elbows and started having his way with her. The others let her go but stayed close.

"There you go," the leader told her, watching her face squirm under the activity. "You look better now..."
"Make him... stop... please..."
"He won't. Not until he's spent."
"I... can't..."

The leader motioned his soldier to keep at it. He also grabbed the heroine's chin, forcing her gaze onto his mask.

"You are bested, and you are defeated. Accept it."
"No... stop... no... ugh..."

Her body was reacting to the stimulation. It was betraying her. Like in those stories she had read about. How could this be true? And yet, it was.

For the next hour, Bodyglove's body was used by the TarMasks. The first one did his business inside her and she felt the warmth of his seed flowing into her womb. They set her on her knees, then another TarMask soldier stripped and repeated the exercise. By the time the third was having his way with her, she had abandoned all form of resistance. They turned her onto her back and proceeded to continue their violation of her, each member filling her up with as much as they could muster. When the fourth one started to do the same, Ricochet, who had been kept aside all this time, had completely lost it. She was now begging to be fucked, and they complied, two or three men having their way with her at the same time.

When it came the turn of the leader, Bodyglove was an emotional wreck. She just lay there on the alley floor, limply, while the leader proceeded to violate first her mouth, then her sex until, he too, spent himself inside her.

Once the orgy was done, they dragged both girls inside one of the vans, tossing them in with the cargo and shutting the door on them. Then, the van started driving away, and the Tar Masks recovered their clothing and left the scene.

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Isabelle Bryant covered herself and waited for doctor Hurt to come up with the results. He had been quite shocked to learn about what she had done : using the BGS to build herself a costume and go out crime-fighting like her heroines. Yet, he had not scolded her when she had returned, defeated and very much in distress. He had simply helped her get out of the fabric and then proceeded to run tests on her. Now, she was waiting for the results.

The doctor came out, his look serious (but then, it always was) as he approached her.

"There..."

He gave her  the pad. She read the result. She sighed in relief.

"I'm not pregnant..."
"No... but we identified the semen of at least seven partners..."

She didn't answer. He wanted to be comforting but, as with every time something like this occurred, he knew that there was nothing to do or say.

"In any event, I'm glad you're safe..."
"I didn't think this would happen," she told him. "I honestly didn't think... I mean, I know... I've seen the videos... I've helped some of them when it happens but... to me?"
"We always think we're invincible..."

Silence crept in between the two scientists.

"You know the resources for therapy..." he hazarded.
"I do... thank you."

Doctor Hurt wanted to place a hand on her shoulder. He wanted to give her a big hug, maybe a kiss on the cheek. Perhaps a long embrace. Perhaps intercourse... but his mind chased those ideas away, keeping rationality on the surface. He simply walked away, the desire in his loins still unattained.

Isabelle barely noticed him. Instead, her eyes wandered to the remains of her heroine suit, the Bodyglove which was supposed to keep her safe. But it had failed. The vilains had been able to tear it off her, despite the molecular bonding. And while she was distraught at the rape she had been submitted to, she began to wonder at how the product had failed to achieve its results. Perhaps there were improvements that could be made to it.

It took her about an hour to get her things back in order and to return to the lab to continue her experiments.

THE END.