I am helpless. A once powerful body trembles with sexual arousal. A powerful\norgasm lingers unsatisfied between parted legs. An erotic flame burns hot,\nunquenched. I lie defenseless on the table, drugged, blue eyes half closed,\nstaring up toward the ceiling. I have been well fucked. The great Ms. Marvelous\nhas been defeated by a master gigolo named Darriz and turned into a purring sex\nkitten.
\nBut it is not Darriz that stands above me. This man is someone different,\nsomeone new. He purchased me for a thousand dollars. It is a lot of money by any\nreckoning and now I belong to him and him alone, at least for the next hour. It\nis with both overwhelming dread and childlike anticipation that I wait to see\nwhat he will do to me. Will he slam his stiff cock into my tight but\nwell-lubricated pussy? Or will he flip me over and give it to me in the ass,\ninstead? Will his hands squeeze milk from my swollen tits? Or will he suck my\nhard nipples deep into his mouth until I scream for mercy? My breathing becomes\nheavy. He can do any and all of these things, I know. I am too weak to prevent\nit.
\nHe stares at my half-naked figure for a long time. My long legs, wrapped in the\nsheer silk of thigh-high stockings, excite him. My exposed pussy, so wet and\nvulnerable, causes him to get hard. The sight of my round breasts, firm nipples\njutting upward like ripe berries, makes him want to pounce on me. But, to my\nastonishment, he does not rape me. Instead, he takes me gently by the hand and\nlifts me up off of the table. He pulls my skirt down off of my hips so that I am\ncovered. He helps me into a chair and buttons my camisole and blouse. He removes\nhis hat and sits next to me. He rubs my hand while trying to revive me. His\ntouch is tender and reassuring.
\n“Are you ok? Can you lift your head?”
\nI force my eyes to focus and look up into a familiar face. “Joel?”
\n“Yes, it’s me. You did not think that I would let you take on the Syndicate\nalone, did you? Not after what happened last time. You were lucky to make it\nback from Japan. If they get their hands on you again, who knows where they\nmight send you?”
\nI am not surprised that he recognizes me out of costume. Joel and I have worked\ntogether for months. He is a hard-bitten newspaperman. The mask worn by Ms.\nMarvelous cannot hide details from his discerning eyes. It cannot change the\nlength of my legs or the curve of my hips. It cannot disguise the slope of a\nslender waist or the shape of firm breasts. It cannot hide the whiteness of a\nsparkling smile or the blueness of virtuous eyes and it cannot change the color\nof golden-blonde hair. Even had he not expected to encounter me on this night,\nin this club, Joel Steiner would have recognized me. Even had we met innocently,\ntwo people passing randomly on the street, he would have known who I was.
\nMy cheeks blush. He is seeing me at my most vulnerable. He has seen me naked.\nBut, were it not for him, I would still be at the bar, a sexual plaything for\nthe employees and patrons that had lined up for turns at me. “Joel…” I stammer.\n“I don’t know… what to say…”
\nHe shakes his head. “The only thing that matters is that you are ok. The drug\nthey gave you really wiped you out. I never thought that I would see the\ndefender of Megapolis so weak and helpless! I wanted to come to your assistance\nsooner but there was nothing that I could do. I am so sorry for what happened. I\nam so sorry that I could not stop them from doing those… things… to you!”
\nI pause, not knowing how to reply. It is not just the poisoned ginger ale that\nis responsible for my weakened condition. But how does one tactfully explain a\nvulnerability to sexual stimulation? How does one describe a weakness that is so\nutterly personal in nature? My cheeks burn even brighter. I decide that the\nrevelation of such humiliating truths can wait for another time.
\n“The drug will wear off soon enough,” I finally say. “My body recovers quickly\nfrom all types of narcotics. But how are we going to get out of here? You only\nown me for an hour!” He smiles but I can see the sweat beading on his brow. Joel\nis just as susceptible to my pheromone power as any other man. He has held my\nbody in his arms and felt the warmth of my skin pressing against his own. By the\nway that he is sitting, I can tell that he has a massive hard-on. But he is a\ngood man. He is a moral man. He is able to resist the urge to rape me.
\n“I would have bought you for longer but I only had the thousand dollars. I hope\nit is enough time for you to regain your powers.”
\n“A thousand dollars is a lot of money. Where did you get it?”
\nHe shrugs. “I keep it around just in case, you know? The Purring Kitten isn’t\nthe first backdoor operation I’ve snuck into. I’ve been around.”
\nI look at the man with newfound respect. I have always counted on Joel to get\nthe scoop on the bad guys but never really given much thought to how he does it.\nNow though, I am less concerned with how he got in and more with how we are\ngoing to get out.
\n“We may have to fight our way out of here,” I say, “but I am not leaving without\nthe other girl.” “The brunette at the bar?”
\nI nod my head. “She is as much a victim in this as I am. We have to rescue her!”
\nHe agrees. “Time for Ms. Marvelous to make an appearance?”
\n“My costume is in my purse but I left it on the bar. If only--”
\nHe reaches under his jacket and grabs something. When his hand comes out it is\nholding my clutch bag. “This purse?”
\n“How did you--”
\n“I grabbed it while you were being, uh… you know. It was pretty easy, actually.\nEveryone was watching the show.”
\nHis words are unintentionally harsh and I doubt that my humiliation can be any\nmore complete. A “show”—that’s all I was. The greatest super-heroine in all of\nMegapolis has been turned into a cheap whore by a couple of glasses of poisoned\nginger ale and a big-dicked barroom gigolo. Sure, the spectators that watched me\nget thoroughly fucked may not have known that I was Ms. Marvelous, but did that\nmake any difference? No one had tried to prevent it. No one had stepped forward\nand said it was wrong. Instead, they had lined up to take turns. The members of\nthis club disgust me. They are the lowest of the low and through their actions\nthey have, in a way, forced me down to their level. I feel dirty inside. Sick to\nmy stomach.
\nI cannot look into Joel’s eyes. Only one thing is going to make me feel better.\nI take the bag from his hand and unfasten the magnetic clasps that hold it\nclosed. I reach inside and locate a familiar pill bottle. I remove the cap and\nshake the bottle upside down over the table. Four small, wadded up pieces of\ncloth fall out.
\n“What are those?” he asks.
\nI pick up the largest of the wads. I give it a shake and it quickly expands,\nrevealing itself to be my red and black costume. I shake the other wads of cloth\nand they transform into my boots and mask. “I always knew there was something\nodd about your costume,” he says. “But I have never seen anything like that!”
\n“Unstable molecules,” I reply. “As sheer as any fabric on the planet but almost\nimpossible to tear. Though custom fitted to my body, the cloth can adhere itself\nto virtually any shape. It truly is like a second skin. Now, if you will be so\nkind as to turn around and give a girl some privacy…”
\nJoel is the one blushing, now. He does as I ask, though, and I quickly strip out\nof my slutty evening clothes. My panties and skirt are stained with Darriz’s\nsemen and I toss them on the floor, sure that I never want to wear them again.\nThe silk stockings, blouse, and camisole are salvageable, though, and I stuff\nthem into the clutch bag, along with my shoes. I slide my legs through the\nbottom of my uniform and pull it up and over the tops of my hips. I slide my\narms in and push my hands through the stretchy sleeves. I force my fingers into\nthe very tips of the attached gloves and adjust the fit around my wrists. The\ncostume goes up and over my head. I pull my hair free of the turtleneck and give\nit a shake. I draw the sheer fabric downward over my chest and wrap it over my\nbreasts. A quick tug on each shoulder snaps the costume in place. It quickly\nconforms to every curve and angle of my svelte body.
\nThe boots go on next. They are made from the same fabric as my uniform and hug\ntightly to my ankles and calves. The last thing that I put on is the mask. It\nadheres to my face like a second layer of skin. I remove a compact from my bag\nand check myself in the mirror. The mask hides the redness of my cheeks. It\nhides my shame. I return the compact to the bag and make some final adjustments\nto the fit of the costume. I look down at my chest and do my best to ignore the\nsight of swollen breasts and protruding nipples. Instead, I stare at the black\nstar that stretches across the middle of my chest. The star reminds me of who\nand what I am. It reminds me that I am a protector of the innocent. It reminds\nme that I am a heroine. It reminds me that I am Ms. Marvelous.
\nThe drug is wearing off. My body still tingles with sexual arousal but wearing\nthe costume makes me feel better. It makes me feel confident. The blonde girl\nraped at the bar had been caught unawares. She had been ambushed. She was young\nand inexperienced and did not know how to react to the danger. But I am no\nlonger that girl. I am no longer “Jody Smith”. Now, I am a super-heroine that\nhas fought and beaten entire street gangs. I have danced with thugs and\nhoodlums. I have brought down some of the most powerful crime lords in the city.\nI will handle these people in the club. I will teach them that a bunch of white\nslavers and perverted sex addicts are no match for a super heroine. I will make\nthem regret their evil ways!
\n“Joel, there is going to be a lot of commotion in the next few minutes,” I say\nwhile returning the empty pill bottle to my purse and pushing the clutch bag\nacross the table to him. “No one is going to be paying any attention to you or\nthe girl. I want you to use the opportunity to sneak over to the bar and\nconvince her to leave with you. I want you to get her out of here.”
\nHe turns and looks at me. The sight of my lithe, genetically enhanced body, now\nin costume, takes his breath away. But his eyes are filled with concern and I\ncan tell that he does not like the plan. “I can’t just leave you here all alone,\nMs. M. There are at least thirty people out there and from what I can tell, they\nall either work for Benny Truiphant or buy merchandise from him. Maybe someone\nwill get it in their head that they want to buy a super-heroine. That they want\nto buy you! This is the Syndicate’s headquarters—it is too dangerous here even\nfor you. We should leave together!”
\nPart of me knows that what he is saying is true. Just like Masaharu Nagayasu, my\none time Japanese master, there are plenty of evil people with enough wealth and\narrogance to want to own their own super-powered slave. A shiver of trepidation\ninterrupts my moment of confidence as I consider that a woman of my reputation\nand beauty would likely bring a good price.
\n“It will be ok,” I try to reassure him. “Getting the girl to safety is the most\nimportant thing. Shutting this place down is a close second. Call someone you\ntrust at the police department once you are away. Tell them what is going on\nhere and see if they can send some squad cars over. I should have things pretty\nmuch wrapped up, by then.”
\n“Are you sure?”
\n“I’m sure,” I state with more certainty than I feel. “And who knows? Maybe Benny\nwill show up. Maybe we can catch him, too.”
\n“Just don’t let him catch you!”
\nOur eyes lock and we share a long moment of silence. “So, will you do it?” I\neventually ask. “Will you get the girl out of here while I handle the others?”
\nHe agrees and says that he will continue to wait in the private booth until the\naction starts. I tell him that he will not have to wait for long. I am still\nweak, maybe half strength, but the hour is almost up. I do not want anyone to\nsee me exit the booth in costume. I do not want some smart guy to put two and\ntwo together and realize that the blonde girl raped at the bar and Ms. Marvelous\nare actually the same
\nperson. Instead, I fly upward and disappear into the shadows near a high\nceiling. I float over the pillow pit and make my way to the front door. They do\nnot expect anything. Sneaking past the gigolos and prostitutes is easy. The\ntransvestite hostess is busy talking with a customer and has her back turned. I\ndrop unseen back to the floor. I open the door a crack and then slam it shut.
\n“Aha!” I exclaim loudly while pretending to have just entered. “Just as I\nthought! The Purring Kitten is actually a front for the Syndicate! But I am here\nto shut this place down!” Every person in the place turns to look at me. I enjoy\nthe astonishment painted on their faces. “Ms. Marvelous!” one of the\nbowtie-wearing gigolos shouts in dismay. “We’re busted!” “Benny isn’t going to\nlike this!” a hooker screams.
\nTheir first instinct is to run but the hostess stops them. She seems angry.\n“This is the most profitable gig we have ever had!” she declares. “We’re not\ngoing without a fight! Get her!” I look toward the four gigolos and quickly note\nthat Darriz is not among them. Probably resting somewhere inside the club, I\nfigure. Fucking me must have worn him out almost as much as it did me. But the\nothers, including the boy that raped the young brunette, are still as vigorous\nas ever. The muscles of bare chests and shoulders ripple. Rock-hard abs and\nslender waists flatten into straight hips and solid thighs. The spandex of black\nstretch pants hugs their legs tightly. My eyes roam over their magnificent\nbodies and for a moment I almost lose it. Although I have been a heroine for a\nwhile and have
\nexperienced so many vile things, I am also, in so many ways, still a naïve young\nwoman. I was raised in a cloistered environment. I am innocent. I am virtuous.\nThe sight of these half-naked men fills me with unexpected feelings. The\nconfidence that I felt before is replaced by twinges of fear and desire. A\nfantasy of being ravaged by these four studs momentarily breaks my focus. But I\nquickly shake it off. I have to control the urges. I cannot allow the Sartak- my\nvulnerability to sexual stimulation- to weaken my resolve.
\nBut the gigolos are hesitating, too. Their eyes scan my figure lustfully. I can\ntell that they are as excited to see me as I am to see them. The sight of a\nnubile young heroine in a skimpy outfit is something that they have dreamed\nabout. I also know that they are likely feeling the affects of the invisible\npheromones radiating off of my body and into the air. I know from experience\nthat my pheromones can drive men wild with desire. These boys, already addicted\nto sex, are probably ready to explode. I can see the bulges in their tight pants\ngrowing larger. I can see thick cocks growing hard. Oh god, I know that they are\nfantasizing about me just as I am fantasizing about them!
\nYet, they are reluctant to attack a super-heroine. They do not understand how\nvulnerable I am. All they know is my reputation and that I am very strong. They\nknow that I can hurt them. Surprisingly, it is one of their female counterparts\nthat makes the first move. I see her out of the corner of my eye, large breasts\nbouncing up and down beneath a skimpy bikini top as she charges me. I let her\nget close and then judo throw her across the room. She hits the floor headfirst\nand crumples into a ball. That was easy, I think. One bitch down, four to go.
\nTwo more of girls charge forward, hands reaching for me, fingernails scratching\nat my eyes. They wear spandex pants similar to those of the boys and I cannot\nhelp but notice that their bodies are gorgeous. Long legs and hourglass figures\nare athletic and sexy but, thankfully, they are untrained when it comes to\nmartial arts. I deflect their blows easily and smack the first gal across the\nface with an open palm. This seems to knock a bit of sense into her and I can\ntell by her expression that she is suddenly wondering why the heck she attacked\nme in the first place. Her friend is more stubborn, though, and it takes a knee\nlift to her chiseled stomach to make her see the error of her ways. I grab them\neach by the hair and slam their heads together. Lights out. Two more girls down.
\n“Not that way, you idiots!” the hostess screams in frustration. “You will never\nbeat Ms. Marvelous by overpowering her! She is only vulnerable to sex! Rape her!\nTake her down and fuck her brains out!”
\n“Oh, that’s just great!” I groan to myself. Does everyone know my weakness? This\ncould get a lot harder if I am not careful!”
\nThe gigolos and remaining whores look at each other with renewed confidence.\nThey may not be good fighters but they know all about sex. They know how to\nbring a girl off. They are masters of the art, all of them, and are anxious to\nshow off their craft. And they can see my jutting nipples, poking up like little\nmarbles from beneath my costume. They can see the sheen of moisture that stains\nmy bikini bottom. They know I am horny. They may not realize that I am the same\ngirl that was raped at the bar but they seem to understand that I am juiced up.\nThey know that I am aroused.
\nBut I have other worries. The door to the bar opens behind me and the doorman\nenters to investigate all the noise. Before I even know that he is there, he\nclasps his hands together and clubs me across the back of the head with a\nvicious hammer strike. He is a strong man, a bouncer by trade, and the blow\ndrops me to my knees. He wraps his arm around my neck and tries to rip my head\noff. He lifts me up off the floor and shakes me like a rag doll. My legs and\nfeet flail from side to side. The flow of blood to my brain is cut off. The\nsupply of oxygen to my lungs is blocked. I am stunned at how quickly my powerful\nbody begins to wilt. Maybe the hostess was wrong. Maybe I can be overpowered.
\nBut I remember this doorman. He is the same meathead that copped a feel on my\nass as I entered the club. “No!” I hiss between gritted teeth. “I will not be\nbeaten by a side of beef like you!” I grasp his arm in my hands and force it\ndownward, away from my throat. I drive an elbow into his ribs. I get my feet\nunder me and thrust a shoulder into his sternum. Free of his hold, I turn and\nslam him backward against the door. An elbow strike clips him on the point of\nhis chin. Eyes roll into the back of his head. I grab his shirt and throw him\nacross the room. He lands like a sack of mashed potatoes at the feet of the\nhostess.
\n“Who’s next?” I ask brashly.
\nA crowd of patrons and club employees has gathered to watch the fight. Maybe\nthey want to take part in it. In any case, I am not really surprised to see that\nthey are not running away. Despite my display of martial expertise, my enemies\nare reluctant to retreat. There is a certain expression on their faces and one\nthat I have seen many times before. It is a mixture of fear and desire, caution\nand lust.
\nThey fear me, these evil people, but they have become so enamored by my beauty\nand pheromones that they can think of little else but fucking me. They know that\nit is a gamble. They know that they might lose. They know that they might get\nhurt. But they cannot help themselves. They have to have me. They have to rape\nme. I shrug my shoulders. At least I will not have to chase them down.
\nI boldly walk deeper into the club, nearer to the pillow pit. The crowd gives\nway and lets me pass. I am surrounded on all sides. All eyes are on me. They\nscan my long legs and curvaceous hips. They gaze hungrily at a slender waist and\ntight stomach. They linger long on my round, firm breasts. They yearn to consume\nthe soft flesh of a svelte neck. They crave a taste of my full red lips. But my\nown eyes, wide and blue and defiant, stare back without fear. I want them to be\nlooking at me. I want them to be focused only on me. A quick glance at the bar\nconfirms that the drugged brunette is still sitting there. Her body is limp and\nher head resting on top of the counter. I look briefly in the direction of the\nhidden booth. “Now is your chance, Joel!” I whisper. “Now is your chance to\nrescue her!”
\nIt is time for the battle to resume. The last two prostitutes feint at me but do\nnot attack and I quickly learn why. While I am focused on them, other figures\nmove in on me from behind. Two men grab me, one on each side. A third man grabs\nme from the back. A forearm wraps around my throat and pulls back on my head. I\nfeel bare flesh pressing against mine and realize that it is the gigolos,\nfinally deciding to join the fight. They drag me into the center of the room.\nPatrons hoot and holler, thinking that I am in trouble. They see the famous and\nbeautiful super-heroine, Ms. Marvelous, gripped tightly in the arms of three\nyoung studs. The expressions on their faces changes slightly. The lust and\ndesire is still there but the fear is gone. “Fuck her!” one of them shouts.\n“Fuck the bitch!”
\nI struggle against the boys holding me but find it difficult to get free. These\nguys have been lifting weights. They are strong. I have one on each side and\nanother gripping me from behind. But that leaves a fourth gigolo with his hands\nstill free. He moves around in front of me. I recognize him from before. He is\nthe young stallion that raped my brunette counterpart at the bar. Apparently,\nshe did not satisfy his lust. A long meat pole slithers downward from his\ncrotch, beneath the tight spandex of his pants and along the inside of his left\nthigh. I remember his cock. I remember how it looked and how he used it to\nimpale the brunette. I remember the anguish that was painted on her beautiful\nand innocent face. A dangerous thought flitters through my brain. I think that\nthis man can cause me the same anguish. Vivid mental images of him unsheathing\nhis sword and using it on me flash unwanted through my head. The images make me\nweak. My body trembles. He sees panic in my eyes.
\nThe gigolo looks me up and down lustfully. “So, you’re the great Ms. Marvelous?”\nhe sneers. “I thought Benny sold you to some guy in Japan or somewhere. And yet\nhere you are, smack dab in the lion’s den!”
\n“Do her, Rocket!” one of the boys holding me urges. “Do her good!”
\nAt the mention of the boy’s nickname, I cannot help but think again of his cock.\nIt was kind of shaped like a rocket, I suppose. A powerful, eight-inch rocket\ncapable of destroying the strongest of women. The idea that he might launch it\ninto me causes a shiver to tingle up my spine. I try my best to subdue the\nunhealthy fantasies filling my mind but it is difficult. I imagine him spreading\nmy legs and penetrating me. I imagine him fucking me hard and fast, just as he\ndid to the brunette… “Stop it!” I scream to myself. “Do not let this happen!”
\nHe reaches out with both hands and tweaks my nipples. I grimace as unwelcome\nsensations ripple through my slender, five-foot nine-inch figure. He lowers his\nhands and begins to unzip. My unwanted fantasies are close to coming true. But I\nrefuse to be raped again. Not by this fool. My right leg extends. My foot finds\nhis crotch. The look on his face changes to one of pain. He turns pale and\nsqueaks like a puppy’s chew toy. He remains on his feet but his knees press\ntogether and he bends over like someone looking for a lost contact lens.
\n“I’m the lion, you idiot!” I snarl ferociously. Adrenaline is pumping through my\nbody. I jerk my right arm forward and send the boy holding it spiraling through\nthe air and crashing through a table. The boy on the left will not let go but I\nmanage to get him in front of me and within range of my formidable
\nright cross. He sees it coming but is too slow to get out of the way. Blood\nspurts as I break his nose. He releases my arm and slumps to the floor,\nwhimpering in pain.
\nI look up and am relieved to see Joel sliding past the other patrons and making\nhis way to the bar. He grips the brunette by her shoulders and helps her off the\nbarstool. She is drugged and weary but manages to walk where he leads her. They\nmake it to the door. I see him look back a final time before leaving. There is a\nlook of concern on his face. He is worried about me. And then he is gone. The\ngirl is safe. I no longer need to think about her. I can focus instead on the\nfight.
\nThree prostitutes are down and out. At least two of the guys are also finished.\nBut the battle is far from over. Watching Joel has given my attackers a chance\nto gather themselves. It is then that the boy holding me from behind does\nsomething unexpected. He is still gripping me around the neck with one arm. As I\nreach for his wrist, his free hand slides downward across the bare skin of my\nback and slips beneath the sheer fabric of my bikini bottom. I gasp in surprise\nas his middle finger slides deep into my butt crack. The tip presses against my\nanus. He is inside me, now, his finger penetrating me to the first knuckle. He\nwiggles it back and forth and I suddenly go limp in his grasp. The adrenaline\nthat was driving me is quickly fading. All that remains is sexual arousal.
\nIt has only been an hour since Darriz made me purr like a kitten. Only an hour\nsince I was nearly forced to climax. Forget about being at half strength. I’m\nlucky if I am at a quarter of my normal strength. And the finger wriggling in my\nass is making me weaker by the second. He has got it in to the middle knuckle,\nnow, and I am so lightheaded that I feel like I am about to pass out.
\nTwo more sets of arms take hold of mine. It is the last two girls, the two that\nheld back while the boys took the initiative. But now they are on me, soft flesh\npressing against me on either side, hands stroking my shoulders and slowly\nmoving downward to caress my swollen tits. Gentle fingers tease my hard nipples\nthrough the thin fabric of my costume. Sensations are rocking my slender body\nand I let out a loud sigh. I try to pull away from them but it is a half-hearted\neffort, at best. My body, sandwiched between them, is quivering with arousal. I\nwatch, dazed, as they pull upward on the tapers of my costume and roll the\nfabric over the top of my breasts. I moan miserably as they lean in on me and\ntake my sensitive buds between feathery soft lips. Talented tongues carefully\ntoy with me. I am being defeated. Oh, god… they are doing me so easily… Joel was\nright… sensations destroying me… this was a bad plan…
\n“Fuck her! Fuck her!” the circle of spectators begins cheering in unison.
\nThe girls have clearly worked together before. Maybe threesomes are their\nspecialty. The one on my left slides her hand across my bare belly. The tips of\nher fingers draw soft circles atop my flesh. One of the fingers enters my\nbellybutton and she gently works it side to side and up and down. It feels…\namazing… and part of me wants to surrender to the sensations. I am not a lesbian\nbut this girl has such a tender… exciting… touch…
\n“No!” I shout silently. “Do not give up!”
\nThe other girl, the one on my right, slides a hand lower on my body. Knowing\nfingers glide under my bikini bottom and across short-trimmed pubes. She urges\nme to separate my thighs and my body seems far too eager to cooperate. Before I\neven realize what is happening, my feet are far apart, legs straight and spread\nwide to the sides. Working by touch, she parts the soft folds of flesh that\nprotect my hole. Oh, god… she is inside me, now… a finger penetrating into my\nmost sensitive place… probing deep inside me over and over again. The fire\nstarted by Darriz is now a raging inferno. I stand there, almost helpless,\nsurrounded by excited onlookers, as these two girls work patiently to destroy\nevery last bit of my willpower. Soft lips toy with my tits expertly. Amazing\nfingers play games with my flesh. My pussy is practically dripping with\nexcitement. And there is still the boy, holding me from behind, blowing soft\npuffs of warm air into my left ear, now sucking on my earlobe, devastating me.\nHis finger is buried nearly to the hilt inside my ass and sapping the strength\nfrom my abused body. Two hands, one in front and the other in back, inside of my\nbikini bottom. Two fingers, one in my pussy and the other in my ass, probing\ndeep into my body. All too quickly, I am forced to admit that I am finished. I\nsurrender myself to the unbearable sensations rocking my world. The fight is\nover almost before it began. I, the great Ms. Marvelous, am defeated.
\n“Ooooohhhhh…” I moan helplessly. “No, please… aaaaaggggghhhhh… stop…”
\nThe boy behind me is feasting on my flesh. Soft lips release my lobe and a moist\ntongue slides into my ear. He loosens his grip and begins to softly stroke the\nside of my neck with his fingers. There is nothing that I can do to stop him. I\ndo not want to stop him. I want him to devour me. I want him to explore every\npart of my body.
\nBut it is then that I see Darriz. He is sitting at the bar, on one of the tall\nstools, looking at me over the heads of the other spectators. A broad, mocking\nsmile dominates his face. Passion burns in his eyes. He is leaning backward\nagainst the bar and his body is rocking slightly. I cannot be sure but I think\nhe may be masturbating. The sight of him, so arrogant and full of himself, fills\nme with rage. The anger burns hot within me, hotter even than the erotic\nsensations pouring from my tits, pussy and ass. I am not some adult-magazine\ncenterfold! I will not be masturbated on!
\n“No!” I shout while pushing the girls off. “Get away from me!”
\nThey seem surprised. I know by the expressions on their faces that they thought\nthey had me, that I was finished. And I know that they were right. I was\nfinished. I had become so aroused that I had nearly lost all control over my\nbody. I had been so overwhelmed by the erotic sensations flowing through me that\nI had nearly lost control of my mind. I had succumbed to the Sartak, my\nvulnerability to sexual stimulation. But seeing Darriz mocking me, seeing him\nget off while I am raped, brings me back to reality. This is not a fantasy. This\nis not something that I want. It is as much an attack on me as a punch to the\nhead or a kick to the stomach. I will not allow it to happen. I will not allow\nmyself to be defeated!
\nI get my feet under me. The boy hanging onto my back is driven off by an elbow\nto the ribs. His hand remains inside of my costume, though, clutching my ass. As\nlong as it is there, as long as the finger remains buried inside me, there is\nnot a lot that I can do. The feeling of it twitching deep inside my body almost\nmakes me quit. But I cannot quit. This might be my last chance and I have to\nmake it count.
\n“Ah, geez, this is going to hurt!” I think while finally jerking away from him.\nI groan as his finger extracts from my anus. But the pain is good. Like the\nanger, it shakes me from the erotic system shock that consumes my body. Pain and\nanger. Sometimes, they can be a super-heroine’s best friends. “Bastard!” I cry\nout while driving a sidekick to his gut. “Get away from me!”
\nI follow with a spinning back fist that nearly tears his jaw from his face. The\nman who dared to violate me, who tasted the inside of my ear, drops to the floor\nlike a stiff piece of plywood. The girls pounce on me. I feel their hands trying\nto restrain me. I feel them stroking my bare breasts, as they had before, trying\nto sap my willpower. The one on my right again reaches for my crotch. She makes\ncontact with my swollen clitoris and I nearly fall to my knees as unwanted but\npowerful sensations electrify my body. She rubs me several times, over and over,\nworking her finger in a forceful circle over the top of my tiny bud, and I moan\nlike a schoolgirl being brought off for the first time. But though I am no\nlonger facing the bar, I can still remember the sight of Darriz, masturbating. I\nlift my arm and wrap it around the girl’s head. I pull forward and down,\nflipping her over my shoulder and back first onto the floor. I bang a knee off\nthe back of her skull. I turn on the other girl and bitch slap her across the\nface. I lift her off the ground and slam her down across the prone body of her\nfriend. A final kick ends this farce. Two barroom hookers are no match for me!\nHow dare they put their hands on my body? I adjust my costume, pulling the\nfabric down and over my engorged breasts. I turn toward the bar, eyes searching\nfor Darriz. He is still there, still enjoying the show. He does not realize the\ndanger that he is in. He does not realize how badly I want to hurt him. But he\nwill learn. They will all learn. “Do not allow her to escape!” the transvestite\nhostess shouts.
\nI almost laugh. Do they really think that I want to escape? I may be surrounded\nby sex addicts wanting to rape me but escape is the last thing on my mind. An\nangry fire is burning inside of me. I want to fight. I impatiently slap away the\nhands that reach for me. I stride toward the bar. I pummel anyone foolish enough\nto get in my way. One man slides a hand between my legs but at the cost of a\nbroken arm. Another grabs a feel on my right tit and gets a dislocated wrist for\nhis trouble. Two other men are tossed through the air and land in distant\ncorners of the club, never to be heard from again. A group of them try to tackle\nme but their attack is disjointed and they end up battered and bruised. And then\nI am there, at the bar, with Darriz, the object of my wrath, sitting alone in\nfront of me.
\nHe does not seem worried, though. He scans my 34-23-34 figure lustfully. His\nhand moves up and down quickly, unabashedly rubbing a big power rod. I can tell\nby the look on his face that he is very
\nclose to coming. His arrogance only adds to my anger, though, and I reach for\nhim with my left hand and impatiently pull him off of the stool.
\n“You sick bastard!” I scream.
\n“Whoa!” he says while finally releasing his swollen dick. “I haven’t done\nanything!” I do my best to ignore the huge cock, knowing that just the sight of\nit will make me weak. Despite my anger and newfound strength, my pussy is still\naching from the pounding that this man gave it. I am wet. My clit is fully\nswollen and sensitive. My breathing is heavy. It will not take much to make me\npurr, again. But he does not know this. He does not know that I am the same\nblonde that he raped just a short while before. He does not know how vulnerable\nI am. He does not know that he has power over me.
\n“You bastard!” I shout again while gripping him by the neck and pushing him back\nagainst the bar. “How dare you drug the women who come to this club? How dare\nyou force yourself upon them?” He looks deep into my eyes and senses my\nweakness. One hand clutches at my wrist. The other wraps around my shoulder and\npulls my body close to his. My swollen breasts press against a bare, sculpted\nchest. A musky scent nearly overwhelms me. “Just giving them what they want!” he\nsmirks. He is much taller than me and his long cock rubs against my belly. I\nsuddenly realize that I am not in control as he pulls me closer and begins to\ngyrate up and down, dragging his hot member across my bare skin. I try to pull\nback, to get away, but his left arm is wrapped around my body and holding me\nclose. My lithe and athletic figure is the stuff of his fantasies and, I\nsuddenly fear, his is the stuff of mine. He rubs against me frantically, like a\ndog humping its master’s leg, and I sense that he is about to climax. The\nthought of this African stud splattering me with his ejaculate is both\ndisgusting and inexplicably exciting. But he has already stained me once. I will\nnot allow him to do it a second time. “No!” I yell. “I will not be your sex\ndoll!”
\nI break away from his grasp and step back. I force my eyes to remain locked with\nhis. In my current state of arousal, I cannot risk even a single glance at the\nmassive cannon that is aimed upward at me. But my body is on fire. The memory of\nhow his cock felt, rubbing against my flushed skin, is hard to shake. It makes\nme remember again how it felt inside of me, when he fucked me nearly into\nunconsciousness. Ah, geez, I want it. I want it so bad.
\n“Don’t look at it!” I scream silently. “Don’t look!”
\n“Aw, come on, baby,” he says while stepping toward me and waving the thing in my\ndirection. “Don’t be like that. I got what you need right here--”
\nHis statement is cut short by a straight right to the chin. I am thankful when\nhe falls face-forward to the floor and I no longer need to worry about seeing\nhis huge tool. But the punch brings less satisfaction than I had hoped. I know\nthat I can never hurt Darriz the way that he has hurt me. I look down on his\nunconscious figure and struggle with the desire to beat him some more. I am a\nsuper heroine, though. I’m better than that.
\nThe sound of murmuring voices reminds me that I am not alone. I gaze into the\nmirror behind the bar. There is still a club full of sex addicts just behind me.\nI turn and face them and am pleased to see that they are backing away. Many are\ninjured. Those that are not continue to eye my body hungrily but fear to go for\na taste. I am more than what they have bargained for. They give way as I walk\ntoward the door. I know that it is time to leave. I no longer have the strength\nto fight them all. It has not been a total victory, perhaps, but it has been a\nvictory. I have hurt them. I have let them know that their presence will not be\ntolerated in my city. And, most important of all, I have saved a young woman\nfrom a life of slavery.
\n“You should find a new line of work!” I say while wagging a finger in the\ndirection of the transvestite hostess. “This is the end of the Purring Kitten!”
\nI take pleasure from the way her face turns pale. Rocket is still holding his\nnuts. Darriz is unconscious. The doorman is in the corner, whimpering like a sad\npuppy. The others are looking at the ground, dejected. Yes, I think. I may not\nhave gotten the boss but this was a still a victory. Progress has been made. I\nam well on my way to shutting down the Syndicate and their white slavery\noperation.
\nI hear a car pull up outside, doors opening and closing. I open the door to the\nclub and turn to leave, half expecting to see Joel Steiner at the head of a\ngroup of cops. Instead, I come face-to-face with
\nthe man I had originally hoped to find. He is the head of Syndicate and the\nreason that I came to the Purring Kitten in the first place. He is a sleazebag\nand his name is—
\n“Benny Truiphant!”
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