Becca's in a Dixie Primate Story

[This story was originally written in 2010 under the name "Dixie Primate" for my friend Becca. Banner is one of her characters. You can also find it in the story section of her site.]

"Oh," Black Cardinal said. "This is a Dixie Primate story!"

"Yeah," said SuperBecca, lifting her cape a little before taking a seat on the couch and crossing her legs.

Black Cardinal sat next to her. She fiddled with the hem of her black lacy costume. "How do you think he'll knock me out this time?"

SuperBecca shrugged. "Why do you think he's going to knock you out? He always likes to knock me out, usually with some kind of kryptonite." She smoothed her skirt over her legs. "I especially liked the kryptoform: like chloroform, but with kryptonite in it. I was out for a long time when I got some of that, and he played with me for hours."

"Well," Black Cardinal said, turning to face SuperBecca, "he's gotten me a time or two as well, you know."

Satin, dressed in her tight-fitting green costume and slippers, said "Hey, y'all! Good to be in a story with you! I don't get in too many stories these days."

"You know," said SuperBecca. "I'll bet before this story's over, we'll all be unconscious."

"Or hypnotized," said Black Cardinal. "I don't think Dixie's ever had me hypnotized."

"Or maybe even dead," said Satin.

"Maybe," said SuperBecca, "but we'll be back in the next story."

"Yeah," said Satin, "but until then, we'll be completely lost, completely at his mercy. He could do, well, anything with..."

"When I get killed for Dixie," interrupted Black Cardinal. "I do these big, dramatic sce..." Then, she grabbed her throat and gasped. Her legs twisted against each other as she tried to stand. Her eyes grew large.

"Are you OK?" SuperBecca asked.

"No! Not yet!" Black Cardinal cried dramatically. "I don't want to die yet!"

Black Cardinal collapsed with a sigh across SuperBecca's lap, her face buried against the Caped Maiden's thighs. She twitched a couple of times, and then lay still.

"Oh no!" Satin cried, rushing over. "Black Cardinal's dead!"

SuperBecca put her hand against her neck. "No, I feel a pulse."

Satin lifted Black Cardinal's arm and let it drop. "She looks dead," she said. "Cute, too."

"Thanks," said Black Cardinal, sitting up again, "but I was just playing."

SuperBecca cuffed her playfully across the back of the head.

"Say," said Satin. "I wonder if any other heroines are going to show up."

A few moments passed in awkward silence.

"So," said Satin, and she sat with the other heroines on the couch.

"Yeah," said Black Cardinal, making room between her and Supergirl for the Green Lady.

A few more moments passed in awkward silence.

"You know," said Black Cardinal. "Usually by this point in one of Dixie Primate's stories, there's been a knock-out scene, even if it's a foreshadowing of something."

"You did that little pretend death scene," Satin added.

"I don't think that counts," said Black Cardinal.

"Yeah," said SuperBecca. "Maybe he's got writer's block."

There passed even more moments of awkward silence.

"Maybe we can help him out," said Black Cardinal. She struggled against the ropes that bound her hands and feet, making muffled screams into the gag in her mouth.

"He doesn't go for bondage," SuperBecca said. "Remember?"

"Oh, yeah," said Black Cardinal, no longer bound.

"Why don't you knock me out, BC?" said Satin. She stood up and jutted out her chin.

Black Cardinal stood in front of her. "Are you sure about this?" she asked.

"Yeah," said SuperBecca. "I don't know if that's going to help Dixie at all."

"It's OK," said Satin. "I just want to feel what it's like to get hit by the famous Black Cardinal."

"Well," said Black Cardinal. "OK, then."

The Beauty in Black wound up and smacked Satin with an uppercut to the chin. Satin flew back a yard, then stood shakily on her feet.

"Oh, yeah," she said in soupy voice. "That's pretty hard." Her eyes were crossed.

Black Cardinal rushed over.

"'s OK," said Satin, still swaying on wobbly legs. "Listen to the pretty birdies."

"Birdies?" SuperBecca asked.

"Yeah. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Pretty pretty bir...." Satin began, and then she fell face forward onto the ground, her rear end stuck up in the air.

"I guess she's out," said Black Cardinal.

"I guess," said SuperBeccca.

Black Cardinal bent over and loosened Satin's hair, taking off her pony tail holder. "There," she said. "That's better." She sat again next to SuperBecca. "Did you see the goofy smile on her face?"

After yet another moment of awkward silence, SuperBecca stood up.

"I've got an idea," she said. She lay with the small of her back across the arm of the couch, her arms out.

"Hey, Dixie," she said. "How about this?"

And with a little sigh, she closed her eyes and went limp, balanced on the arm of the couch, booted feet in Black Cardinal's lap. She swayed a moment as she came to a rest, hair trailing down, neck and back arched, mouth hanging open.

"That's a good one," said Black Cardinal. "I don't remember that pose."

SuperBecca lay still, bent back over the couch arm.

"Hey!" Black Cardinal said. "Move out of the way so I can try that!"

SuperBecca lay still.

"SuperBecca?" Black Cardinal asked, and walked to her side. She touched her shoulder. "SuperBecca?"

She tapped her cheek. No response.

Black Cardinal ran over to the cuckoo Satin, kicked her rear so that the rolled onto her side, and briskly slapped her face. "Satin, Satin," she said, "Come on. Get up."

Satin groggily waved Black Cardinals hand away. "Oooh..." she said, pulling herself to a sitting position, then rubbing her chin. "Lemme go back to sleep, Mom. I can still hear the birdies..."

"I need help," said Black Cardinal, rushing back to the couch. "Something's happened to SuperBecca."

"Is she..." Satin, suddenly fully awake, started to ask. She carefully regained her feet.

Black Cardinal put her ear to SuperBecca's chest. "She's breathing," she said. She opened one of SuperBecca's eyes, then the other. Her pupils were rolled back and unresponsive.

"She's unconscious," Black Cadinal said, examining her motionless form. "But what happened? I don't see any kryptonite or anything."

Satin pointed behind the couch and screamed, put a trembling hand to her forehead, and fainted in a heap to the floor where she'd just fallen from Black Cardinal's blow.

Black Cardinal turned from SuperBecca just as Robyn rushed in. "I heard a scream," the red-and-black-costumed crime fighter exclaimed.

"I think Satin's fainted," Black Cardinal said, and Robyn rushed to kneel at Satin's side.

"What happened to SuperBecca?" asked Robyn.

"I don't know," Black Cardinal answered as she headed back to Satin. "We were trying to give Dixie Primate some ideas, and she just passed out."

"This is Dixie's story?" Robyn asked. "So I get to be knocked out?"

"Yeah, probably," Black Cardinal said. "Something like that, I gue..." Just then, Black Cardinal saw a bare foot and shapely leg protruding from behind the couch. "Becca!" Black Cardinal cried.

"Has she ever been in a story before?" Robyn asked.

"I don't know," said Black Cardinal.

Behind the couch, Becca lay on her stomach, her hands at her side, palms up, her face buried in the carpet, her bare legs together, her short denim dress not quite covering her behind. Black Cardinal crouched down beside her, placing two fingers on her jugular to sense a pulse.

"That makes three of us knocked out," Robyn said. She pulled Satin into her lap and began gently tapping her cheek, trying to get her to come around.

"No, two of us knocked out," Black Cardinal said, "and one of us dead."

"Oh my God!" Robyn cried. "Becca's dead?"

"At least until the next story," Black Cardinal said.

Robyn pouted, "Damn it! Everybody's getting knocked out or killed but me!"

Satin moaned.

"She's coming to," Robyn said.

Groggily, Satin sat up, rubbing her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "Everything just started spinning."

"It's OK, Satin," Robyn said. "I know how much you liked Becca."

"Becca's here?" Satin asked.

"She's dead, Satin," Black Cardinal said softly.

"What?" Satin cried. She leaped to her feet, crossed behind the couch and fell onto her friend's body. She shook the fallen damsel hard.

"Satin," said Black Cardinal.

Satin ignored her. "So now Becca gets to be the dead girl?" she shouted at the sky. "Is that what you want, Dixie?" She tossed the edge of the Becca's skirt up. "There, see her little panties? She doesn't do anything! She just lies there!"

"Satin," said Black Cardinal.

Satin ignored her, got to her feet, took hold of Becca's legs, and pulled her from behind the couch. "I can just toss her around! She won't stop me!"

"Satin!" shouted Black Cardinal.

"Here!" Satin said, "You'll like this, Dixie!" She rolled Becca onto her back, undid her belt, and pulled her skirt up still farther. "Now you can see her lovely stomach, can't you, and maybe, if I pull a little farther..."

But before Satin could do anything else to Becca's helpless body, she saw what Black Cardinal saw.

SuperBecca, who Satin had last seen mysteriously unconscious and draped over the arm of the couch, was now floating just above the couch, arms at her side, neck back and legs straight. She drifted away from the couch, and out into the space before it.

There was a green flash of light. Robyn, Satin, and Black Cardinal all became still. Their expressions became blank and they stared off into space.

Robyn said quietly, almost a whisper, "I'm losing my strength. My will is strong, but you can break it, Dixie. It's no use fighting." She walked over to the couch and sat, her eyes on the floating SuperBecca. "I get to be the dead girl."

Satin also walked over to the couch. "I get to be the dead girl," she said in an expressionless voice. She sat, staring off.

Black Cardinal fought much harder, standing where she was, her muscles twitching as her mind struggled for control. She inched closed to the floating SuperBecca, until she stood next to the mesmerized, unconscious, levitating heroine. SuperBecca had drifted down somewhat so that she hovered just at the level of Black Cardinal's thighs.

Defender entered. She walked in a trance, her eyes closed, her arms stretched out before her, headed for Black Cardinal and SuperBecca. Black Cardinal paid her no mind, expending all her efforts to hold onto her fading will.

Defender touched Black Cardinal on the neck, and the battle was lost. Black Cardinal's head drooped forward, her arms fell limply to her side. "I get to be the dead girl," she said.

Defender sat next to Satin and Robyn on the couch. "I get to be the dead girl," she said.

There was another flash of green light, and the three seated superheroines simultaneously droppped their heads down to their chests. Black Cardinal fell forward across the floating SuperBecca's stomach, so that now the two of them hovered in a lifeless heap. They dropped just slightly so that SuperBecca's limp fingers just touched the floor.

After a long moment, Defender lifted her head, stood, and, like a sleepwalker, walked behind the couch. She took Robyn by the hair and pulled her head back. She ripped the mask from her face. Robyn remained unresponsive.

Defender said in an entranced voice, "Yes, Master. My will is yours."

Robyn, without opening her eyes, whispered, "I get to be the dead girl."

Defender placed a plastic bag over Robyn's head. Robyn breathed in and out, in and out, as the bag pressed tight against her face, and then fell limp. Soon, the survival instinct broke Robyn's hypnotic spell. She reached up, clawing at Defender, at the bag, kicking, twisting. Defender held the bag secure.

At last, Robyn's struggles weakened. With one last gasp, she drew the bag deep into her mouth, but there was no breath left. She closed her eyes and slowly grew very limp. She twitched. She lay still.

Defender removed the bag, walked back around the couch, took Robyn's body under the arms, and dragged it over to where SuperBecca and Black Cardinal floated in an insensate pile. Defender added Robyn to the pile. Her body arched backward, and the pile sank still lower.

BatBecca walked in, her skin-tight purple costume accenting each of her lovely curves. "What's going on?" she demanded.

Defender slowly walked back to the couch and sat down.

BatBecca said, "This is a Dixie Primate story, isn't it?"

Defender and Satin remained motionless on the couch. The levitating pile of SuperBecca, Black Cardinal and Robyn drifted slowly across the floor, SuperBecca's cape dragging along behind them. Becca lay twisted and dead at her feet.

BatBecca said, "Yeah, this is a Dixie Primate story."

A moment passed.

"Well?" BatBecca said. "What's going to happen, Dixie?"

Nothing happened.

"Are there any villains around?" BatBecca said.

There were no villains around.

"This isn't the end, is it?" BatBecca asked. "It kind of sucks as an ending, if you ask me."

BatBecca's cowel vanished.

"Oh," she said, "Great way to take constructive criticism."

The BatSpray from BatBecca's utility belt rose up, and, despite BatBecca grabbing for it, flew over to the couch and spritzed the hypnotized Satin. She fell even more limp, dropping down so that her forehead touched her knees and her fingertips brushed the ground in front of the couch.

"Hey!" BatBecca yelled. "That's not a toy! Give that back."

The BatSpray bottle flew back at BatBecca and sent a burst of spray at her face, but she dodged it. "You know..." she said.

The bottle sprayed at her face again, but she weaved around. "That spray..." she said.

The bottle flew around and sprayed at her face again, but again she avoided it, this time grabbing it out of the air. "That spray doesn't work so well on me."

Just then, with a loud clang, BatBecca's eyes rolled back in her head.

"But a shovel does," said Banner in her skimpy red, white, and blue outfit.

BatBecca walked drunkenly over to where the pile of super heroines floated and then, with a sigh, fell face forward across it. Her costume stretched across her buttocks. The pile sank another bit with her added weight.

Banner walked over to the pile. She looked down at the once mighty heroines. The BatSpray bottle flew from the knocked-out BatHeroine and emptied itself onto Banner's face.

"I should have seen that com..." she started to say, and then she spun and fell backward onto the pile. It was barely above the ground now.

After a moment, Defender again raised her entranced face. She pushed Satin so that she fell forward onto the floor. She turned her onto her stomach, and unzipped her green costume. She pulled it off, so that Satin's insensible form lay only in white tights, green panties, and green bra.

Defender raised her arm, and delivered a single quick punch right at the center of Satin's chest. Satin jerked a moment, and then lay still again, dead.

Defender found a white rag in her hand. She placed it over her face, breathed deeply, and then fell onto her side next to Satin.

They lay like that for more than an hour, unmoving, unknowing, helpless. Then, as if held by invisible hands, Satin's legs rose from the floor, rising until most of her body was in the air. The invisible force dragged the partly disrobed Satin over to the pile of superheroines, floating a hair's breadth above the ground. Satin was pulled up over the pile herself, and then the mysterious force dropped her legs, and she fell arched back onto the pile.

SuperBecca, at the bottom of the pile, now touched the floor.

Defender then rose up as if by magic. She rolled over in the air, with her legs, arms, and head loosely following behind. First, she rolled back, so that her head legs and right arm dropped back to the ground, her left arm across her waist. Then, she slowly rolled over so that all her limbs and her beautiful head hung down. She drifted over to the pile, her hair and arms brushing against the unmoving superheroines there, until her hips were just above the center, and then she dropped suddenly onto the others. She slid a bit across Satin's body before coming to rest with her shapely rear high in the air.

Finally, Becca's body rose as if suspended by a string through her navel. She rose higher than the others, slowly twisting as she moved across the ground. When she was centered above the pile, she stopped moving across the ground, but she still hung there, slowly turning as if hung from the sky.

The pile began to rise again, up and up, slowly turning in the direction opposite to that of Becca's body. When the pile reached Becca's form, she joined her fellow heroines, resting across Defender's buttocks, her leather dress bunched against the curve of her chest.

Suddenly, a thick beam of white light appeared from the ground, hitting SuperBecca at the base of her back. It glowed slightly brighter there, as it penetrated the superheroine's costume. SuperBecca moaned slightly, the sudden violation causing her to wake some. She twisted her head, lazily flailed her arms and legs.

Soon, though, she gave a deep sigh and fell limp again as the beam impaled her. SuperBecca was dead.

The beam continued, though. Black Cardinal, like SuperBecca before her, felt the beam's force and began to awaken. She came to more quickly, and struggled more valiantly than SuperBecca, but the beam soon impaled her as well, and with a sigh, she became limp as well. Black Cardinal was dead.

Robyn was next to be penetrated by the beam, but since she was already dead, she only twitched involuntarily as the beam impaled her as well.

BatBecca remained completely unconscious until just before the end. She opened her eyes and gasped, but then immediately closed them again and fell into death.

Banner shook violently as the beam passed into her, her arms and legs flying up and down, left and right, her hair tossed to and fro, back and forth. Then, she suddenly stiffened and, after a moment, fell limp again. Banner, too, was dead.

Satin, already dead and partly disrobed, only jerked unvoluntarily as the beam cut through her.

As the beam touched Defender's stomach, she jerked stiff, her arms and legs straight and spread, her head tilted back, her moist lips slightly parted, her eyes open and her pupils rolled back. In a moment, her liimbs began to relax, but then they stiffened again. They relaxed a bit, and then violently stiffened. Relax. Stiffen. Relax. Stiffen. The cycle repeated as the beam worked its way through her body. Droplets of sweat formed on her forehead, back, legs, arms. Finally, after cycle after cycle, Defender stiffened even further, her body trembling as the muscles tightened. A moan left her mouth. Her eyes slowly closed. Then she was limp and sweaty and dead against Satin's body.

The beam penetrated Becca's dead body easily as well, only causing her legs to kick a few times as it passed.

Then, once the beam finished with the entire stack of heroines, it vanished as suddenly as it appeared.

The heroines fell rapidly back to the floor, hitting it hard so that they slid off each other, no longer a neat stack, but more like a messy pile.

The mysterious beam had left no mark, no injury to the lovely backs, chests, or stomachs of the doomed women, and yet they were all clearly dead. Becca, Defender, Satin, Banner, BatBecca, Robyn, Black Cardinal and SuperBecca lay in a mass, arms and legs draped over each other, hair falling into each others faces, into their own faces, costumes pushed up or pulled down and none moved.

I began to laugh. They were all mine now. I selected Becca to start with and pulled her off the pile, pulled the leather dress off her flaccid form.

And then the alarm went off, and I woke up. Damn it!

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