The room is more like an auditorium than an office. A polished marble floor\nstretches nearly the length of a basketball court. A perfectly smooth surface\nreflects the shimmering light of several small lamps. Pillars line the stone\nwalls on either side. A massive stain glass window, half draped behind thick\nfolds of satin cloth, dominates the far end of the room. I am sure that the\nwindow glows with brilliant colors during the day, though nothing brighter than\nmoonlight shines through at this late hour and instead the tinted panes seem\nrather bleak. In front of the window, still distant from me, are two large\nstatues. The statues are simultaneously hideous and beautiful, having the bodies\nof men and the heads of monsters, and if I correctly remember my ancient history\nthey are representations of Mayan gods. The crusty figures appear old- maybe\nauthentic. Positioned between them and just in front is the largest desk that I\nhave ever seen. It is easily twelve feet wide and cut from the same stone as the\nfloor. I guess that it must weigh several tons yet even so it is dwarfed by the\nsize of the statues and this enormous chamber.
\nThe ceiling is thirty feet high, decorated with a mosaic of pastel colored\nfigures. They look down at me from above, these intricately painted people,\nexpressions of joy and fear and anger and hate and judgment, domination and\nsubmission, a masterpiece of gods and demons and humans torn between heaven and\nhell. It is a glorious work of art and it disgusts me that it belongs to such a\nvile man. I see him, sitting behind the desk, head down, barely visible at the\nedge of a small beam of light, absorbed in his reading. If the desk appears\nsmall in this massive chamber then the man is absolutely tiny. Still, he is the\nking of this place. I must not forget that this obscenely large office, as well\nas every other thing in this building, belongs to this one little man.\n“Pythagoras Thon?” I ask after coming to a halt in front of the gigantic desk.
\nHe lifts a ringed finger, requesting that I wait. It is then that I notice that\nrings adorn all of his fingers, big clunky-looking pieces of gold and pewter and\nmounted stones of alabaster and turquoise, engraved with the unintelligible\nscribbles of an ancient language. The fingers of his other hand are adorned with\nthe large rings as well and, as he slowly turns the page of an old and fragile\nbook, he has to be especially careful not to catch it on one of the rings or\nrisk accidently tearing the delicate paper.
\n“One moment, please,” he replies in a voice that sounds like the slow hiss of a\nleaking balloon. The large desk is lit by a single, small reading lamp and the\nbroad surface remains mostly covered in shadow. But the light reflects off of\nthe pages of the book with a distinctly yellowish color that makes the faded\ncharacters seem almost to swim across the paper. Although I am standing five\nfeet away, on the opposite side of the wide desk, I can see enough to know that\nthe language is not English. Rather, it appears much more ancient and\nforeboding. I am momentarily curious- what secrets might be found in such a\nbook? But it does not matter. I am not here to ponder some old and mysterious\ntomb. A different and more important task brings me here. I am going to deal,\nonce and for all, with the despicable leader of the Serpent Squad.
\n“Pythagoras?” I ask more insistently. The tenor of my voice unexpectedly rings\nthrough the cavernous chamber and for a moment I feel somehow guilty, as if I\nhave done something wrong. The eyes of the statues seem to glare down at me.\nThis place is not like an auditorium, I decide, but more like a temple. It is a\nplace where hushed tones are best used lest some unknown thing hiding in the\ncorner take notice and make a report to whatever gods happen to be keeping\nscore. All that is missing is the pews and confessionals lest this man, this\nPythagoras Thon, be the head priest.
\n“Ah, Ms. Marvelous,” he says while gently closing the book and looking up at me.\n“The Book of Kyrototek foretold your coming and at last you have arrived. You\nbelieve that you are here to capture me, no doubt. Shall I call my guards or may\nI presume that you have already dealt with them?”
\nA cold chill runs down my spine as I look into the Serpent Master’s face for the\nfirst time. He is bald and appears to be about fifty years old. He is thin and\npale, though not due to any sickly condition. Indeed, as I gaze upon his\nchiseled features I can tell that he has the physique of a marathon runner, an\nextraordinary athlete with no body fat whatsoever and a spry muscle tone that is\nmuch stronger than it looks. He is wearing short sleeves and it seems that the\nmultitude of tattoos that cover his toned arms are a match in style for the\ncharacters I briefly saw in the ancient book. They have an arcane appearance,\nlike something out of a darker age when men rode horses and fought with sword\nand lance, and when pentagram-bound devils could be summoned by wizards with but\na few magical words.
\n“You may call for the guards if you like,” I reply with a purposefully wry\nsmile, “but they will not come. They, and the rest of your high-tech defenses,\nwere no match for my strength and fighting ability.” He returns my smile,\nappearing to be unconcerned. “You are more resourceful than I might have\nimagined, little mongoose. To think that we were hired to capture you and\ninstead it is you that has captured us- it is something unheard of in the long\nhistory of the Serpent Squad. Never before has the prey become the hunter. Never\nbefore has she inflicted so much pain upon us. First, you defeated Cobra and\nDiamondback, two of our best bounty hunters. Then you beat Copperhead, one of\nour most experienced and sadistic. Then, somehow, you discovered our plans and\nfound a way to interfere in the assassinations of two prominent targets,\ncapturing four of our agents in the process. And now, inexplicably, you have\nascertained the location of our headquarters and made it to this, the Serpent\nMaster’s chamber. You even know my name. It is really all quite remarkable. But,\nplease, tell me how you did it. How did you learn of these things? How did you\nfind me?”
\nI continue to smile, pleased that my efforts over the last two weeks have caused\nthis evil man so much trouble. I am tempted to relish in my victory, to tell him\neverything, of how Joey Malokovich gave him up in exchange for a promise to\nfight once he gets out of prison. It was easy to get him to fink. Joey is\nobsessed with me and will do nearly anything for a chance to humiliate me. And\nthat he bore the Serpent Squad a grudge certainly helped- he was more than\nwilling to tell me everything he knew once I offered him what he wanted. A\nchance to fight Ms. Marvelous. A chance to beat and rape me. Huh. Not that he\never will.
\n“I have my sources. That is all you need to know.”
\nThe answer seems to satisfy Pythagoras. His expression remains cold. He taps the\nside of his darkened glasses, as if deep in thought. “You need not tell me,\nlittle mongoose. I will know everything in time. But answer me something else-\nwhat do you intend to do, now?”
\nI stand ready, on the alert for any trap. This man is the leader of one of the\nworld’s most dangerous mercenary gangs. He is incredibly wealthy and has all\nkinds of high-tech gadgetry at his disposal. I do not expect him to go to jail\neasily. But I swear by all that is good that he will go. One way or the other.
\n“I think you can guess,” I say while walking slowly around the end of the desk\nand cautiously approaching his chair. “You can make this difficult or you can\nsave yourself a lot of pain and come peacefully. It is up to you.” He swivels\nthe chair so that he is facing me. I pause in front of him, four feet away,\ntense and at the ready for any sign of treachery. He leans forward and I get the\ndistinct impression that he is sizing me up. I cannot see his eyes but I know\nthat they are roaming across my svelte figure. Perhaps my pheromones are\nstarting to affect him, I think. In any case, I can suddenly sense an almost\npalpable force of unrestrained lust pouring out from behind those dark glasses.\nHe is eyeing my lithe body, liking the sight of my long, golden-tanned legs and\ncurved, athletic hips. He lingers on my narrow waist and flat abdomen. He stares\nat my round breasts and I blush, sure that his thoughts are as scandalous as the\nexpression now twisting his thin lips. Finally, after what seems like a long\ntime, his head tilts ever so slightly upward and I know that he is relishing in\nthe beauty of my face and wondering what pleasures might be found behind the\nblack mask. My large blue eyes stare back boldly, letting him know that he shall\nnever have the pleasure of seeing me out of costume.
\n“That is enough,” I say while motioning to him. “It is time for you to go. I\nhave already checked with the Megapolis Police Department and they have\nconfirmed the existence of a number of felony warrants for your arrest. Do not\nwaste your limited time looking at me, Serpent Master. Look instead at your\nridicules office- I doubt that you shall ever have a chance to see it again.”
\nThe corners of his mouth turn upward. He stands and I am somewhat surprised to\nsee that he is only a couple of inches taller than my own five foot nine inch\nheight. I had expected more, I guess. After all the trouble the Serpent Squad\nhas given me, I had expected their leader to be seven feet tall and weigh five\nhundred pounds. Instead, I find him to be less than six feet in stature and as\nthin as a reed. He makes no motion as I approach and take hold of his left arm.\nI hold him firmly, giving him a small taste of super-strength and hoping that he\ndoes not try anything stupid. I do not like hurting people, after all, even\ncriminal masterminds, and would prefer to do this peacefully. As if to indicate\nhis submission, he raises his right hand and slowly removes the sunglasses,\ndropping them onto the surface of the marble desk. For the first time, I see his\neyes and the sight makes me gasp in astonishment. I think I must be\nhallucinating but no, his irises are glowing with a strange yellow light!\nWeirder still, the pupils are shaped like thin vertical slits and when he blinks\nthe eyelids close from the sides!
\n“My god!” I blurt out in astonishment. “I have never seen anything like that!\nAre you a mutant?” The Serpent Master chuckles, apparently amused by my\nreaction. “You may call me that if you like,” he hisses in his odd tone of\nvoice, “but really, I am so much more than a simple genetic mutation. Mayan\nmagic
\ncourses through my veins as surely as blood. But look into these eyes that you\nfind so revolting and I shall explain it to you…”
\nI stare into the sideways blinking eyes and listen as he tells me a fantastical\ntale of a Mayan woman who, having been raped by a serpent, gave birth nine\nmonths later to a boy that was a bit of both- both human and snake. I am\nbedazzled by the yellow glow as he speaks of things that could not have\noccurred, of how the boy was cast out because of his strange eyes and\ninexplicable strength. The villagers called him a demon. Even his own family\nwanted nothing to do with him. But he survived his banishment, preying on\nanimals in the jungle, feasting on pigs and goats and monkeys. He learned to\nhunt as the serpents do, ambushing and constricting his prey in the manner of a\npython. Eventually, having reached adulthood, he happened across a city and\ndiscovered that there was money to be made by using his deadly talents against\npeople.
\n“The Mayan kings had enemies and were wont to have them killed. They paid me\nwell to see it done. In the end, though, their enemies paid even better and more\nthan a few of those ancient kings were assassinated by my hand.”
\nI stammer, my mouth suddenly dry and having difficulty forming words. “Not\npossible! The Mayan empire fell centuries ago. You look no older than fifty!”
\nBut despite my disbelief I continue to watch and listen, enamored as much by the\nvertical slits of the Serpent Master’s pupils as by the silky hiss of his voice.\nHe tells of how he eventually came to America during the depression years and\nformed the first incarnation of what is now known as the Serpent Squad, a gang\nof ruthless killers for hire. He has killed hundreds over the years, he says,\nand the murderers who work for him have killed hundreds more. Each and every job\nhas paid well, adding to his personal fortune. Each and every hit has been\nsuccessful.
\n“It is an amazing record, really,” he chuckles. “The Serpent Squad has never\nfailed to fulfill the terms of a contract. And we shall not fail when it comes\nto you, either, little mongoose. For though you have caused us no end of\ntrouble, you have surely made a critical mistake by coming here, to the Python’s\nlair. I shall not kill you, for Don Refrain wants you taken alive and I have a\npurpose for you, as well. But you shall be made my prisoner. There is nothing\nthat you can do to prevent it.”
\nMy eyes are locked with his, unblinking and unable to look away. The yellow glow\nseems to form a tunnel, blocking out everything but the narrow, vertical slits.
\n“I…”
\n“Your will is strong but you cannot resist my power. Look into my eyes, little\nmongoose. Look deep and be swallowed by the power of the Python!”
\nMy body feels numb. I try to think but my brain is like quicksand, swallowing\nevery thought the moment it forms. “Hypno… no… tized…”
\n“Yes,” he confirms. “My eyes are hypnotizing you. My power is destroying your\nwill to resist. You are defenseless. Soon, you will be helpless to prevent me\nfrom taking advantage of your weakness to sexual stimulation. Look deep into my\neyes, little mongoose. Look deep and know that you will soon be powerless. I\nshall force you to climax and then do to you as has been foretold by the Book of\nKyrototek. The ceremony will deliver your power unto me, making me even\nstronger. And then, once it is done and once you have nothing left to give me, I\nshall deliver you into the hands of Don Refrain, as planned. He has told me that\na special fate awaits you. I have little doubt but that he intends to rape you\nrepeatedly, causing you to climax time after time until you can endure no more.\nLook into my eyes and be swallowed. I almost pity you- to die in such a manner,\nat the hands of your most hated enemy. It seems a most horrible end for such a\nbrave and virtuous warrior.” “No… cannot look… uuunnnggghhh… must look…”
\nMy hand falls away from his arm and I stand before him on wobbly legs. With each\nsecond that passes, I become a bit more helpless. I am his prisoner. The Serpent\nMaster’s bizarre eyes seem to own me, to possess me, to dominate me. I am only\nfaintly aware of the fingers now touching me, fingers that are lifting the\ntapers of my costume, folding back the stretchy fabric and exposing my breasts.\nI feel them stroking the soft skin, dragging across my flesh, flicking over my\nnipples, but it is as if I am experiencing it through a dream, unreal and far\naway. At last, the glowing eyes blink and look instead toward my supple body but\nby now it is too late for me. I am no longer in possession of… of myself… and I\ncan only murmur a weak protest as he gently lowers my wilting female form back\nfirst onto the surface of the desk. My lower legs dangle off of the edge limply,\nmy feet hanging several inches off of the floor. I feel him leaning over me, the\nweight of his body pressing down on mine, his mouth and
\nhands exploring my body. A wet tongue laps at my skin, leaving a trail of saliva\nas it patiently consumes every inch of my aching tits.
\n“What a beautiful creature you are,” he says while rubbing his hands over my\nbelly and chest. “Truly extraordinary!”
\nI somehow find the strength to lift my head. I look at him as he leans over my\nchest and watch in horror as a forked tongue flicks across my nipples. I am\nrepulsed by his deformity but also aroused. The separate halves of the bizarre\nappendage do horrible, wonderful, things to me, entwining around my small buds\neach in turn, first the left and then the right, teasing and titillating each\nbreast until my body is burning with an unwanted but
\nundeniable yearning.
\n“Oh, god…” I groan. “It was not supposed to… to happen this way… I had a plan… I\nwas to capture you…” “Silly little mongoose,” he answers between slurps. “You\nare but a plaything for my enjoyment. You may have thought that you were coming\nhere to affect my capture but in truth you came for a far greater reason. You\ncame here to give up your power, to give it to me so that I might live forever!”
\nI have no idea what he is talking about but it does not matter. My head falls\nback against the desk and I moan desperately. The Serpent Master continues to\nfondle and tease my aching tits for another four minutes. At last, after my\nbreasts are fully engorged and the nipples quivering, he finally pulls off of\nme. Strong hands grip my knees and spread my thighs. He stands between them,\nlooking down at my limp body. I hear a belt clasp being undone and the sound of\na zipper being opened. My unfocused eyes stare upward toward the ceiling, seeing\nthe painted figures of Mayan gods and demons through a yellow haze. I do not\nprotest as he lifts my legs up to a vertical position. I do not struggle as he\nrests my calves against his chest and allows my ankles to drop atop his\nshoulders. He pulls my hips to the edge of the desk, sliding my defenseless body\ntoward him across the smooth marble top. I feel a warm weight slapping down atop\nmy shaved pubes. The weight grows heavier, lengthening, sliding across my\nsensitive skin like a hot-blooded serpent. The serpent becomes huge and its head\nreaches to a spot just beneath my belly button. But then it pulls back, dragging\nagain across my anxious flesh before slipping down into my gap. The crotch of my\ncostume is moved to the side and the serpent patiently pokes at my exposed twat,\nseparating the soft folds of pink skin, opening the doorway to my secret cave\nand entering uninvited. A soft whimper escapes my full red lips as I feel it\nslither inside, pressing deeper… deeper… stretching me… filling me… “Nooooooo…”\nI moan weakly.
\nHe leans forward against the backs of my legs and gives me still more of the\nthick snake. It impales me, entering as far as it possibly can before slowly\nwithdrawing, teasing me. In and out… in and out… with each new thrust of the\nmassive cock, the fire in my loins burns a little bit hotter. Several rapid\nlunges… uuunnnggghhh… now slower… more patient… oh, god… feeling so hot, now… he\nis so big… so tight… aaaahhhh… getting really wet… loosening up… deeper inside\nof me… oooohhhh…
\nI can feel a tiny forked tongue flicking inside of me. The serpent cock is like\na living thing, with a mind of its own, slithering into the deepest recesses of\nmy pussy. “Oh god… no… can’t stand it…” His hands slide down across the smooth\nskin of my thighs and over my hips. He tightly grips my narrow waist and slams\nhard into me several times. My swollen breasts bounce on my chest as he\nviolently fucks me. But then he slows again, taking his time, enjoying the feel\nof my tight pussy. The hands move farther north, over my ribcage and up onto my\nchest. Talented fingers playfully caress my rock hard tits. His thumbs test the\nfirmness of my protruding nipples. He pinches them several times, perhaps\nwishing to see if I am ready to be milked and, oh god… I think that I may start\nsquirting at any moment. He squeezes my mounds and causes me to squeal. I writhe\natop the cool stone surface of the desk, an impaled animal, the side-to-side\nmovements of my lithe body almost snakelike. But escape is impossible. I can do\nnothing and we both know it. My arms remain flat against the polished marble. My\nfingers scrape helplessly against the smooth stone.
\nHe feels my vaginal muscles contracting around his huge member. He feels my love\njuices lubricating his overheated rod. “You are almost there,” he says through\ngritted teeth. “It shall please me to feel you come first. I have fucked many\nwhores over the years and few have been able to outlast me. Never the less, I\nthink that I shall always remember your great beauty and the feel of your\nwonderful pussy. It is almost a shame to have to destroy you. But the Book of\nKyrototek is clear- the ceremony must be completed and Ms. Marvelous must be\nsacrificed.” “Bastard…”
\nI somehow find the strength to lift my hand and scratch at his wrist but he\npunishes my defiance by ramming me hard for the next thirty seconds. My eyes\nroll into the back of my head. I moan loudly and nearly
\nlose it. But then, once again, he slows his frantic pace, preferring to make the\nmoment of his victory last a little bit longer.
\n“I am surprised by your willpower, little mongoose. Most women are unable to\nthink, much less speak, after staring into the Python’s golden eyes. But it\nmakes you all the more attractive to me. I wish that this could go on forever…\nuurrgghh… my cock dominating you… rrraaawwwggg… making you writhe… mmmrrrkkk…\ntorturing you… aaakkk… but all good things… rrruuummmppphhh… must end!”
\nHe slams into me with everything that he has, giving me the full length of his\nmassive tool, nearly splitting me down the middle, and I cry out with a\nhigh-pitched and girlish voice that I have not heard since the first time I made\nlove to a boy. But I am not that innocent college sophomore anymore- I am a\nsuper-heroine- and the passionate scream shames me almost as much as the\ninvoluntary spasms that are rocking my body. The sensation of his powerful\nstreams gushing inside of me trigger my own release and we come together,\ndominator and dominated, a mixing of erotic energies that leave us both utterly\nspent. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. My swollen breasts rise up\nand down frantically as I try to deal with the sensations running rampage over\nmy tortured body. At last, almost finished, he slides out of me, his rock hard\nrod slick with sticky fluids, and uses the last of his sexual energy to fire a\nfinal powerful stream across my belly. The ejaculate streaks across my tanned\nflesh like white fire, singeing me in mind if not body, then slowly cools and\ndries atop my soft skin. My cheeks are flushed bright red. My humiliation, it\nseems, is complete.
\nPythagoras snorts in pleasure and lowers my legs. A catch a brief glimpse of his\nrepulsively magnificent cock as he slides it back into his pants. The swollen\nhead of his dick has a distinct resemblance to the head of a snake. I see the\nlittle tongue flicking and then it disappears, withdrawing back into the\nurethra. The vile man refastens his belt. There is a smug expression on his face\nas he looks down at my limp body. He likes the way that I look, helpless in\nfront of him, and considers fucking me again. But his serpent is exhausted, for\nthe moment, and I am not going anywhere.
\nEventually, the Serpent Master tires of looking at my gorgeous body. He pulls me\noff of the desk and walks me around its end, to the other side and into the\ncenter of the room. He forces me down onto my knees. He leaves me there, sitting\non folded legs, and returns to the desk. I hear him opening a drawer and\nremoving something. When the leader of the Serpent Squad returns, he is holding\ntwo lengths of rope and a three foot wooden dowel. He kneels in front of me and\ngrips my arms. I do not resist as he lashes my wrists together. He knots the\nrope tightly but leaves some slack between my hands. He moves behind me and\npulls back on my elbows. I feel the dowel being slipped into place, under my\nelbows and between my arms and back. My engorged breasts jut outward as my spine\narches to accommodate the hard wooden pole. I whimper softly as my hair is\npulled back and as a forked tongue laps gently against my earlobe.
\n“That should hold you,” he whispers into my ear.
\nHe wraps the second rope around my throat and ties it off to form a kind of\nleash. He pulls on it, forcing me to my feet. He turns me around so that I am\nfacing him. I am submissive, my eyes downturned in an effort to avoid his\nhypnotic gaze. He touches me, straightening the folds of my costume and\nadjusting it carefully so that my large breasts are covered. He adjusts my\nbikini bottom and slowly draws his fingers over my hips. He is not rough but\nclearly I am viewed as little more than a sexual plaything. He treats me like\nproperty, like a slave.
\n“You are truly beautiful,” he says while cupping my waist between his hands and\npulling me close. “I can see why Don Refrain is obsessed with you.”
\nMy swollen breasts mash against his chest. The side of his face presses against\nmine. His deformed tongue licks my nape. I am repulsed but also… so incredibly\naroused… oh, god… is he going to fuck me again? To my surprise, he steps back\nand releases my body. We lock eyes for a moment and he smiles sinisterly. “I see\nno purpose in waiting. This is a great night. The moon is full and the ceremony\nwaits. But first, I must call Don Refrain. I must let him know that his favorite\nsuper-heroine has been captured and shall soon be delivered into his hands. Be a\ngood girl and obey my commands. Stay silent as I make the call.”
\nHe strides toward the desk like a proud rooster, pulling me along behind. But I\nhave had enough of this. I do not know anything about this “ceremony” that he\nkeeps talking about and I am sure that I do not want to be handed over to Don\nRefrain. I suddenly stop, halting him in his tracks before he can reach the\nphone. I lift my head and look at him defiantly. “I am not going anywhere with\nyou!” I say in a voice edged with anger. “And I will not be bound like an\nanimal!”
\nI jerk my arms forward and snap the wooden dowel like a twig. I pull my hands\napart, wrenching them free of the rope that is binding them. I grab the leash\nand snatch it from his hands. I tear it loose from my neck and throw it back\ninto his face.
\n“How is this possible?” Pythagoras demands to know. “You should be helpless! I\nforced you to climax! How is it that you still possess your powers?”
\nI glare at him fiercely. “I do not know for sure, bastard, though I suspect it\nhas something to do with the fact that you hypnotized me. My weakness to sexual\nstimulation is as much psychological as it is physical- I think that by\nhypnotizing me, you somehow insulated my mind from the weakening effects of the\nSartak. By using your power, you unintentionally protected me from losing my\nsuper-strength!”
\nThe smug expression is gone from his face, replaced by anger and hostility. But\nthe Serpent Master’s voice remains surprisingly calm as he makes clear his\nintention to try again. “It is a mistake that I shall not make a second time,\nlittle mongoose! And to be sure, the prospect of fucking you a second time is\nsomething that I shall certainly enjoy. You will find that my eyes are not my\nonly weapons. I have the strength of a python and the sexual endurance to\nmatch!”
\nHe leaps toward me but I am prepared for his attack. He reaches for my neck,\nwanting to wring it between his fingers, but I grab his wrists and hold him at\nbay. I am surprised by his strength- it is all that I can do to hold him back.\nStill, my training has taught me ways to use an attacker’s strength against him.\nWith a twist of my hips I deflect his momentum to the side and hurl his spindly\nbut muscular frame across the room. He lands hard and skids across the marble\nfloor before slamming into one of the stone pillars. For a moment, I think that\nthe fight might be over but he is tougher than he looks and quickly gets up. He\nis anxious to try again and I brace myself as he charges forward.
\n“You will not win this fight!” I shout as he flails at me with a series of\npunches. My right fist pounds into his gut, nearly lifting him off of the floor.\nI grab hold of his belt with one hand and his neck with the other. I lift him\noff the ground and toss him back toward the desk. His body crashes off of the\nunforgiving surface and slides across to the other side. The reading lamp goes\nwith him, shattering as it strikes the floor. For a moment I lose sight of my\nopponent, but then quickly see him again as he rushes to a hidden panel on the\nfar wall. Gripped securely in his hands is the Book of Kyrototek.
\n“Follow me if you dare, little mongoose,” he yells in my direction. “Follow me\nto your doom!” I watch as Pythagoras stabs a button inside the panel and as an\nelevator door unexpectedly opens nearby. I rush forward, not wanting him to\nescape, but it is too late and the door closes just as I arrive. I hear the\nSerpent Master’s laughter coming from the other side, laughter that soon fades\nas the elevator descends away into some unknown part of the building.
\n“You will not get away from me!” I shout while scraping at the door with my\nfingers. “I will bring you to justice!”
\nIn a rage, I rip the door apart with my bare hands and leap into the dark\nelevator shaft that exists on the other side. I use my flying power to control\nmy descent. My right hand finds the elevator cable and I use it as a guide,\nleading downward into the darkness. I can hear the car far below me, rapidly\ndropping into the depths, but I am blind and must proceed cautiously. There\ncould be any number of traps in this dark shaft and I have to be careful lest I\nnever get a chance to face my enemy in battle.
\nIt is not long before I hear the car come to a stop. I hear the door open and a\nman exit. My feet touch down a few moments later and I feel in the darkness for\na way in. I find a hatch and open it. I drop into the car and find only a small\npile of clothes. The door is still open, though, and I rush out, looking for my\nenemy. And then it hits me, a blast of hot, almost unbearably humid air, and I\nam stunned to find myself in the middle of an astounding forest the likes of\nwhich I have never before seen. Enormous trees stand all around me. Lush foliage\ncovers the ground. There are smells and sounds here that make me believe that I\nmight really be in a South American rain forest. But when I look upward I see\nenormous panes of green-tinted glass high above me. A full moon shines brightly\nthrough the glass, casting the forest in a pale green glow. But this is not a\nreal forest, I realize. Rather, it is an amazing arboretum, a green house of\nmind-boggling proportions, and I am somehow sure that I am one of the few people\nto have ever laid eyes on it.
\n“Welcome to my playground!” a sinister voice says from nearby.
\nI turn to face my hated foe and am pleased to see that he has decided to stand\nand fight. But he has changed since our encounter in the office- the clothes in\nthe elevator were his and now he stands before me, completely naked, relishing\nin the heat and humidity of this place away from civilization. My eyes quickly\nscan
\nacross his slender body. He is, as I suspected, an extraordinary physical\nspecimen. His arms and legs are taut and toned. His abdomen is chiseled. His\nchest and shoulders ripple with strength. Most peculiar, the tattoos that I\nearlier saw on his arms are but a portion of those that adorn his skin. From\nshoulder to toe, he bears the odd markings of a self-inflicted art. There are no\ncommon tribal bands here- instead, his flesh is covered with arcane and\nnever-before seen markings. I have no idea what the tattoos mean, only that they\nwere carved into his flesh by his own hand.
\n“The markings of Mayan magic!” he says as if reading my mind.
\nMy eyes are uncontrollably drawn to his genitals. His cock is only half-erect\nbut still enormous. The snake-like head seems to bow in my direction, as if\ngreeting me. My god, I remember how it felt inside of me, so big and\noverpowering, an instrument of both pain and pleasure. But the pleasure was so\nmuch more than the pain and I cannot help myself- there is a tingling in my\nabused pussy that embarrasses me. How can this be, I wonder? It has only been a\nfew minutes since my orgasm and yet I am again becoming aroused. My warrior\nspirit wants only to battle this man but my body, it seems, wants to feel his\nhuge cock penetrating into it once more.
\n“I am glad that you have decided to stop running,” I say while doing my best to\npush thoughts of sex to the back of my mind. “It saves me the trouble of having\nto track you down.”
\nPythagoras Thon snickers, as if enjoying a good joke. “So, the little mongoose\nstill believes that she is the hunter, does she? My dear girl, I led you here to\nbe destroyed. I will not use my hypnotic eyes on you this time. Rather, I shall\nforce you to climax and without the benefit of my power to protect you. Your\npowers shall be stripped away and you shall become my helpless prisoner!”
\n“Never!” I shout defiantly. But, as I witness the huge cock swelling still\nlarger, its hunger fueled by an undeniable lust for my beauty, I have to admit\nthat I am not as confident as I once was. Though much older than me, Pythagoras\nThon is a lean, beautiful man. He has fucked me once and seems intent on doing\nso again. I am aroused, my nipples hard and my pussy moist. I know that this may\nbe my most difficult battle. “Are you ready, little mongoose? Are you ready to\nbe defeated?”
\nThe sneer on his face angers me. I am a super-heroine! I am as strong as ten\nmen! I will not yield to this man! I came here to capture him and that is\nprecisely what I shall do!
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