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The Soviet Superwoman had been locked in the same room for close to seven hours now, seemingly from one prison to another. This one however, had many, many more luxuries than her last place of residence. She had been able to take a long, hot shower in a stall that was almost larger than her entire cell at Black Dolphin. Expensive brand lilac shampoo and conditioner was provided. There was fresh food here as well, fruits, nuts, dates as well as her favorite: Pelmeni, pastry dumplings filled with minced meat and slathered in butter and sour cream. She ate each one slowly after getting out of her shower, completely nude in the cool air-conditioned room. There were cameras all around, well hidden, but also in obvious places. This G7 wanted her to know they were watching and she made sure they appreciated it. After her meal she worked out some, mostly for the benefit of her viewers, showing off every inch and angle of her heavily muscled frame. After that she got dressed in the uniform provided for her. It was a denser material than what she had worn so many years ago, but skin tight, accentuating her hard body. There were some instructions about the uniform functions. It apparently works somehow in tandem with one’s super powers. It also sported a prominent G7 emblem nestled between the thick shelves of her pectoral muscles, which made her roll her ice-blue eyes.

Finally, when she was just beginning to wonder just how thick the walls here might be, she heard the electronically locked doors unlock in a sequence. The door then smoothly slid open automatically and the massive Gilead Samson walked inside. He was wearing another expensive suit, cut and customized personally to his incredible figure. Olga was sitting in a comfortable chair, tapping her fingers on the sides as he approached taking all of him in.

"I hope you find the room to your liking." Gilead spoke as he made his way to her slowly. Even his shoes looked like they cost more than some men made in a year.

"It is much better than my last place." Olga smirked standing up slowly in front of the much larger man. It made her cock an eyebrow as she looked him over. "You are a tall drink."

"So are you, six foot six if I remember correctly."

He was right about her height, making him easily about half a foot taller than she was. "You have my bust size memorized as well?"

Gilead shrugged, "It was...different before you went to prison, but I would guess around 65. The uniform looks very good on you."

"Why am I here?" she asked impatiently, the need for pleasantries evaporating.

"You are here, as my guest..."

"A guest can leave."

Gilead chuckled and held up his palms, hands that were easily the size of frozen turkeys but not abnormal for a man of his stature. "First, you are here as my guest because of the arrangement I made personally to get you out of that Russian gulag. One that you agreed to I might add. I'm sure you prefer here to there."

Olga held her tongue and placed her hands on her hips, nostrils flaring.

"I understand the irritation, but let me assure you, I have your best intentions in mind. We have to keep you here at this undisclosed location for now until I have all the pieces in place for the first operation and the world is prepared. You didn't leave that great an impression the last time you were on the world stage. I want to change that perception, but first I have arrangements to make and you have a lot of catching up to do. I'm going to have a computer brought in to get you up to date on technology, global affairs and major events among other things. A lot has happened in almost 30 years since the Russians buried you my dear and I doubt they let you have access to the internet and newspapers."

"Nyet." She replied caustically.

"Then you have a lot of catching up to do and I have a lot of arrangements to make. The rest of the team is going to be getting assembled, some of them from similar situations to yours, every one of them Alpha or Beta level Metahumans themselves."

The enormous Russian woman let out a laugh. "They are unnecessary. I can handle any problem or situation..."

"No, you can't." Gilead cut her off, "True you are one of the most powerful Alpha level Metas on the planet, but the situation is too important and the risk of failure is too high. I need you as part of a team to make sure this succeeds and, full disclosure, I don't expect everyone to make it back."

"You seem powerful...definitely large...big shoes," Olga stuck out her pierced tongue as she glanced from his shoes to his groin. "I imagine the two of us could handle this 'situation'." She grabbed between her legs and made a lewd gesture.

Gilead blushed for the briefest of seconds before regaining his composure. "I will be coordinating this operation, watching all of you and making sure things run as smoothly and efficiently as possible. Efficiency you will find is my true expertise, even over my powers and abilities."

"So...who else will I be part of this team?"

Gilead took out a cell phone from his pocket and after a moment of working with it, he turned it around and handed it to her.

"Use your finger to read downwards. I'll have all this information on the computer for you as well."

Olga took it as gently as she could and began to scroll through it. The first was a mutant calling himself "Dulos", a speedster whose ability to move at hypersonic speeds far outpaced her own in both duration and overall power. A cocky looking blue-eyed, blonde haired man smirked back at her from the phone, but apparently, he had a silver like body-sheathe that materialized when moving at such speeds and covered his body, offering protection from the heat, friction and a great deal of physical harm. He had been incarcerated as she had, his crimes being primarily bank robbery and grand theft. He even got extra time just for his sour attitude. He was clearing out bank vaults at super-sonic speeds, took the authorities forever to track him down and catch him.

The next one on the list was a man going by the name "Glorious Combat", a self-proclaimed martial arts master. He was generally unassuming, so he naturally looks harmless but his Meta ability let him transform into a winged lion, griffin or chimera. He also has a form of elemental wind control that allows him to fly while human and speed up his martial arts or use it as a weapon itself. He had accidentally killed a man, landing him a long stint in prison, one he had agreed with voluntarily.

An eight-foot-tall "angel" with golden hair and alabaster skin was next, calling himself "Aurorias". He could fly, had super-strength, the ability to manipulate light and had been passing himself off as the Chosen of God. Set himself up an entire cult in the Midwest United States dedicated to doomsday until the government rushed in and shut it all down. Now he was rotting away in an underground facility, spouting off threats of divine justice and telling anyone who could hear why he was better than them.

Lastly was Adriana Rodas, a muscular woman like herself, tall and statuesque with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked like an enormous fashion model, and not in a bad way to Olga. She had invulnerability and super-strength which meant she wasn't fragile either. Adriana was also unsurprising in special custody. Olga stopped reading and handed the phone back to Gilead.

"Anyone in G7 not a convicted felon?"

"I'm not." was his obvious reply. "Understand that everyone here is getting a second chance through my organization. You don't have to sign up, you can quietly go back where I found you, just like all the rest of them."

"Still, I work better alone."

"I understand, but it won't be an option, not for this. I don't expect all of you to make it back."

Olga's interest was piqued. "Is that why you aren't coming with us? Afraid you might not make it?"

Gilead stared at her for a moment before responding. "You'll have that computer brought in after I leave. I suggest you put it to good use. You'll have about 48 hours before all hell will break loose."

"Perhaps we could spend that time getting better...acquainted?" Olga purred, smirking.

"If you live through this operation, perhaps we can." Gilead answered gravely.

To be continued...

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Again massive thanks to for your art, friendship and letting me use your number one guy Gilead Samson and his organization for this tale!

Soviet Superwoman and the story are my creation & property.

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Continued from:

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G7 Headquarters, location unknown - present day

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The Soviet Superwoman had been locked in the same room for close to seven hours now, seemingly from one prison to another. This one however, had many, many more luxuries than her last place of residence. She had been able to take a long, hot shower in a stall that was almost larger than her entire cell at Black Dolphin. Expensive brand lilac shampoo and conditioner was provided. There was fresh food here as well, fruits, nuts, dates as well as her favorite: Pelmeni, pastry dumplings filled with minced meat and slathered in butter and sour cream. She ate each one slowly after getting out of her shower, completely nude in the cool air-conditioned room. There were cameras all around, well hidden, but also in obvious places. This G7 wanted her to know they were watching and she made sure they appreciated it. After her meal she worked out some, mostly for the benefit of her viewers, showing off every inch and angle of her heavily muscled frame. After that she got dressed in the uniform provided for her. It was a denser material than what she had worn so many years ago, but skin tight, accentuating her hard body. There were some instructions about the uniform functions. It apparently works somehow in tandem with one’s super powers. It also sported a prominent G7 emblem nestled between the thick shelves of her pectoral muscles, which made her roll her ice-blue eyes.

Finally, when she was just beginning to wonder just how thick the walls here might be, she heard the electronically locked doors unlock in a sequence. The door then smoothly slid open automatically and the massive Gilead Samson walked inside. He was wearing another expensive suit, cut and customized personally to his incredible figure. Olga was sitting in a comfortable chair, tapping her fingers on the sides as he approached taking all of him in.

"I hope you find the room to your liking." Gilead spoke as he made his way to her slowly. Even his shoes looked like they cost more than some men made in a year.

"It is much better than my last place." Olga smirked standing up slowly in front of the much larger man. It made her cock an eyebrow as she looked him over. "You are a tall drink."

"So are you, six foot six if I remember correctly."

He was right about her height, making him easily about half a foot taller than she was. "You have my bust size memorized as well?"

Gilead shrugged, "It was...different before you went to prison, but I would guess around 65. The uniform looks very good on you."

"Why am I here?" she asked impatiently, the need for pleasantries evaporating.

"You are here, as my guest..."

"A guest can leave."

Gilead chuckled and held up his palms, hands that were easily the size of frozen turkeys but not abnormal for a man of his stature. "First, you are here as my guest because of the arrangement I made personally to get you out of that Russian gulag. One that you agreed to I might add. I'm sure you prefer here to there."

Olga held her tongue and placed her hands on her hips, nostrils flaring.

"I understand the irritation, but let me assure you, I have your best intentions in mind. We have to keep you here at this undisclosed location for now until I have all the pieces in place for the first operation and the world is prepared. You didn't leave that great an impression the last time you were on the world stage. I want to change that perception, but first I have arrangements to make and you have a lot of catching up to do. I'm going to have a computer brought in to get you up to date on technology, global affairs and major events among other things. A lot has happened in almost 30 years since the Russians buried you my dear and I doubt they let you have access to the internet and newspapers."

"Nyet." She replied caustically.

"Then you have a lot of catching up to do and I have a lot of arrangements to make. The rest of the team is going to be getting assembled, some of them from similar situations to yours, every one of them Alpha or Beta level Metahumans themselves."

The enormous Russian woman let out a laugh. "They are unnecessary. I can handle any problem or situation..."

"No, you can't." Gilead cut her off, "True you are one of the most powerful Alpha level Metas on the planet, but the situation is too important and the risk of failure is too high. I need you as part of a team to make sure this succeeds and, full disclosure, I don't expect everyone to make it back."

"You seem powerful...definitely large...big shoes," Olga stuck out her pierced tongue as she glanced from his shoes to his groin. "I imagine the two of us could handle this 'situation'." She grabbed between her legs and made a lewd gesture.

Gilead blushed for the briefest of seconds before regaining his composure. "I will be coordinating this operation, watching all of you and making sure things run as smoothly and efficiently as possible. Efficiency you will find is my true expertise, even over my powers and abilities."

"So...who else will I be part of this team?"

Gilead took out a cell phone from his pocket and after a moment of working with it, he turned it around and handed it to her.

"Use your finger to read downwards. I'll have all this information on the computer for you as well."

Olga took it as gently as she could and began to scroll through it. The first was a mutant calling himself "Dulos", a speedster whose ability to move at hypersonic speeds far outpaced her own in both duration and overall power. A cocky looking blue-eyed, blonde haired man smirked back at her from the phone, but apparently, he had a silver like body-sheathe that materialized when moving at such speeds and covered his body, offering protection from the heat, friction and a great deal of physical harm. He had been incarcerated as she had, his crimes being primarily bank robbery and grand theft. He even got extra time just for his sour attitude. He was clearing out bank vaults at super-sonic speeds, took the authorities forever to track him down and catch him.

The next one on the list was a man going by the name "Glorious Combat", a self-proclaimed martial arts master. He was generally unassuming, so he naturally looks harmless but his Meta ability let him transform into a winged lion, griffin or chimera. He also has a form of elemental wind control that allows him to fly while human and speed up his martial arts or use it as a weapon itself. He had accidentally killed a man, landing him a long stint in prison, one he had agreed with voluntarily.

An eight-foot-tall "angel" with golden hair and alabaster skin was next, calling himself "Aurorias". He could fly, had super-strength, the ability to manipulate light and had been passing himself off as the Chosen of God. Set himself up an entire cult in the Midwest United States dedicated to doomsday until the government rushed in and shut it all down. Now he was rotting away in an underground facility, spouting off threats of divine justice and telling anyone who could hear why he was better than them.

Lastly was Adriana Rodas, a muscular woman like herself, tall and statuesque with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked like an enormous fashion model, and not in a bad way to Olga. She had invulnerability and super-strength which meant she wasn't fragile either. Adriana was also unsurprising in special custody. Olga stopped reading and handed the phone back to Gilead.

"Anyone in G7 not a convicted felon?"

"I'm not." was his obvious reply. "Understand that everyone here is getting a second chance through my organization. You don't have to sign up, you can quietly go back where I found you, just like all the rest of them."

"Still, I work better alone."

"I understand, but it won't be an option, not for this. I don't expect all of you to make it back."

Olga's interest was piqued. "Is that why you aren't coming with us? Afraid you might not make it?"

Gilead stared at her for a moment before responding. "You'll have that computer brought in after I leave. I suggest you put it to good use. You'll have about 48 hours before all hell will break loose."

"Perhaps we could spend that time getting better...acquainted?" Olga purred, smirking.

"If you live through this operation, perhaps we can." Gilead answered gravely.

To be continued...

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Again massive thanks to for your art, friendship and letting me use your number one guy Gilead Samson and his organization for this tale!

Soviet Superwoman and the story are my creation & property.