The baseball field was abandoned, the game having ended some hours before and\nthe fans long since departed. The wooden bleachers now stood empty, their\nsurfaces littered with pieces of trash, crumpled paper cups and candy bar\nwrappers, the odd program abandoned and left to flutter in the warm summer\nbreeze. Torn and folded ticket stubs, having served their purpose, floated on\nthe breeze and were carried over the bleachers and onto the field of play\nitself. They settled softly on the green, manicured grass or skittered silently\nacross the well-groomed dirt of the infield on their way to more distant corners\nof the ballpark.
\nA large scoreboard behind centerfield basked in the full moon of this humid July\nevening, its placards having been left in place to announce that East Metro had\nbeaten West Community by a score of six to five. It amused the super-heroine\nfloating overhead to think that just hours before the park had been full of\npeople, a thousand fans cheering or booing as the winning run came home. It was\nthe biggest rivalry in the biggest town in the world, the East Warriors against\nthe West Pioneers, and she almost regretted having missed it.
\nBut there would be other ballgames, the blonde beauty knew. And though East\nMetro had emerged victorious on this night, there would be countless other games\ninvolving countless other players in the future. Like all college rivalries, the\none between East and West would never come to an end. And almost no sooner than\none game had ended another would begin, year after year, class after graduating\nclass, always providing entertainment to students and fans alike. It was a\npleasant reminder, she mused, of a side of Megapolis that she rarely seemed to\nsee. For though her career as a crime fighter took her into the darkest and\nseamiest of places, and though it put her in confrontation with the most evil of\npeople, there was another, lighter, side to this great city. It was a side where\npeople lived out their lives free from the persecution of power hungry criminals\nand rogue government agencies, lived out their lives free to raise their\nfamilies in peace and happiness, and free to watch their sons play in a college\nbaseball game. It was for these people that she fought. It was for them that she\nput her life on the line.
\nYet evil knows no bounds. Even here, in what appeared to be a place of good\nsportsmanship, iniquity had found a way to slither in. The beautiful heroine\nturned away from the scoreboard, her slender body rotating slowly in the air so\nthat she could scan the field. Her eyes searched for the source of the noise\nthat had interrupted her quest to find the criminal vampire, Oni Kamaha, and\ninstead drawn her here. It had been a soft noise, muffled even, but the heroine\nhad excellent hearing and did not doubt that it had been real. She was sure that\nit had been a girl’s scream. Someone was in trouble. Someone needed her help.
\nThe moonlight glimmered off of her red and black bodysuit. The tight fitting\ncostume hugged her lithe and athletic form like a second skin, revealing every\ncurve and angle of her magnificent body. Her long golden hair, caressed by the\nwarm breeze, lay softly atop her strong shoulders. The steely muscles of her\narms were tense and ready for action. Perfectly shaped breasts rose and fell\nslightly as she breathed. A slender waist gave way to curvaceous hips and\npowerful thighs. Impossibly long legs finally tapered into small, femininely\nfeet. Hovering, as she was, twenty feet off the ground, it was difficult for any\nonlooker not to think of this beautiful and potent woman as a goddess.
\nBut there were no onlookers and she was no goddess. She was Ms. Marvelous.
\nLike an eagle on the wing, the sharp-eyed heroine scanned the field. Movement\ncaught her attention as she looked toward the third base dugout. People were\nthere, almost hidden in the shadows. The voices of young men could be heard.\nThen she made out another voice, one that seemed to be pleading with the others.\nThis last voice was different from the rest, higher pitched and not so loud. It\nwas the voice of a young woman, frightened and helpless. The girl tried to\nscream but the shriek was cut off almost before it began. A hand over her mouth\nprevented her from trying again.
\nMs. Marvelous did not hesitate. The angelic heroine sped toward the dugout and\ndropped to the ground just outside. It was a typically simple structure, meant\nto provide players with cover from the hot sun while they waited for their\nchance to bat or play in the field. It was long and narrow, built with concrete\nbricks and mortar and entrenched a couple of feet into the ground. A chain link\nfence blocked
\nthe front of the dugout and protected the players inside from errant hits during\ngames. At each end of the fence was a gap that allowed entry or exit. Inside, a\nwide bench for the players to sit on ran the entire length of the structure. A\nwooden rack, meant to hold bats and other equipment, had been bolted onto the\nwall nearest to home plate.
\n“I guess it is time to give my new costume a try,” the heroine thought while\npeering through the links of the fence and into the dugout.
\nJody’s wide blue eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light inside the structure and\nshe appraised the situation. A young woman, a West Community College cheerleader\nby the looks of her garb, was being restrained by two ballplayers. The men,\nstill wearing the uniforms of the East Metro Warriors baseball team, had her\npinned up against the bench and were groping her chest. Ten more boys watched\nthe spectacle and cheered their mates on.
\nAs Ms. Marvelous looked on in horror, the two boys pulled the girl’s shirt up\nand over her head. They tossed the garment on the ground and then proceeded to\nremove cheerleader’s bra. Their teammates hooted in appreciation as the girl’s\nlarge breasts were exposed. Groping fingers made a B-line for her tits. The girl\nsquealed in protest as her nipples were roughly squeezed.
\nMs. Marvelous had seen enough. She would not allow this girl to be raped. She\nwould now allow such a vile thing to happen on her watch. She moved to the near\nend of the dugout and slipped silently inside through the gap in the fence. She\ndescended the two steps that led down to the sunken floor. She paused only long\nenough to formulate a plan before approaching the huddled mass of players. She\ngrabbed the nearest boy by the scruff of his neck and jerked him away from the\ngroup.
\n“What the fuck?” the boy shouted in protest as Ms. Marvelous lifted him\ncompletely off the ground. “What’s going on?”
\nThe heroine dumped the boy unceremoniously on the hard-packed earthen floor. He\nlanded in a pile and looked up at his svelte attacker in surprise. To his eyes,\nthe gorgeous super-being standing over him must have seemed almost supernatural.\nHer beauty was like nothing he had ever seen. Her snug fitting clothing was\nspectacular. Her strength was unnatural.
\nThe boy’s jaw dropped and he stared up at the blonde angel with his mouth agape.\nHe tried to speak but found that he could not. A guilty look came over his face\nas he remembered the cheerleader. Although he had not been one of the ones\ngroping the helpless girl, he had nevertheless been watching with lustful eyes.\nHis dick was hard inside the tight pants of his baseball uniform. And now, like\na
\nprepubescent boy caught looking at daddy’s skin magazines, he felt guilty and\nashamed. “We were just having a little fun!” he protested as the heroine grabbed\nhim by the collar and lifted him back to his feet. “We didn’t mean anything by\nit!”
\n“You are a horny little worm with no control over your hormones!” the beautiful\nblonde replied while staring coldly into the young man’s eyes.
\nThe ballplayer grasped the heroine’s wrist in his hands in an effort to wrench\nher arm away. His eyes opened wide in surprise as he discovered that he could\nnot escape. He was taller than her and heavier by at least fifty pounds, but he\ncould not budge the woman. Terror clutched at his heart as he finally realized\nthat she must be some kind of mutant. The skin-tight costume, the mask hiding\nher face— “Hey guys?” the boy shouted in fear. “I think we have a situation\nhere!”
\nThe other ballplayers were reluctant to pay any attention. The half-naked\ncheerleader was a good show, after all, and to take one’s eyes off of the action\nwas to risk losing one’s place in line for a turn at her. Finally, and only\nafter several more shouts from the captive boy, the nearest of the players\nscowled and turned to see what the big problem might be.
\n“What the hell are you groaning about, Willie? Did you lose your wad in your\npants or something? Or maybe you--”
\nThe newcomer’s words seemed to catch in his mouth as he laid eyes on the\ngorgeous super heroine for the first time. He barely noticed that the woman was\nholding his teammate captive. All he saw was an incredibly beautiful young\nblonde wearing an extremely tight body suit. And as her simmering blue eyes\nlocked with his, he thought that his cock might rip right out of his pants.
\n“Lord almighty!” the overly aroused college boy shouted. “I think I have just\nmet the girl of my dreams!”
\nThe ballplayer stood six feet tall and sported a perfectly tailored pinstriped\nuniform. His skin was tan and smooth. His face was clean-shaven and his hair\nshort. The letter ‘C’ had been embroidered on the front of his jersey,\nindicating that he was the captain of his team.
\n“Don’t just stand there gawking!” Willie pleaded. “Get this bitch off of me!”
\n“I’ll be glad to take her off of your hands,” the captain replied. “She is\nclearly too much woman for a wuss like you.”
\n“Better be careful, Stan. She isn’t any normal woman. She is pretty strong.”
\nStan smirked and looked the blonde beauty up and down. He puffed out his chest\nin an effort to look more masculine, which was not really necessary since he was\nclearly a fine athlete. “I don’t know where you came from, Blue-Eyes, or why you\nare wearing that Halloween costume, but you are on the Warrior’s turf, now. So\nwhy don’t you release my buddy and come play with a real man?”
\nThe hint of a smile came to Jody’s full red lips. The boy obviously did not know\nwhat he was up against. She had battled against the most formidable criminals in\nall of Megapolis. Stan was a college baseball player. He appeared to be no more\nthan twenty-two years old. And though the muscles bulging from beneath his\npinstriped uniform were impressive to look at, she seriously doubted that he\nwould be able to give her any kind of fight at all.
\nAs if to demonstrate her own strength, the heroine suddenly lifted Willie off\nthe ground and straightened her arm. His head collided with the low cement\nceiling and made a hollow clunking sound. His eyes closed and his face wrinkled\nup into a ball of pain. His hands left her wrist so that they could clutch at\nthe growing knot atop his skull. She released his collar and allowed his body to\nfall to the bench. He sat there, swaying back and forth, unsure if he wanted to\npass out.
\nShe turned to face Stan and was surprised to see that the boy did not back down.\nInstead, the ballplayer impetuously reached out and grabbed her left bicep in\nhis strong hand. He pulled her lithe figure toward him and wrapped his left arm\naround her body. He held her tight against his chest and thrust his pelvis\nagainst hers as if to indicate what he had in mind.
\n“Willie is a wuss. You need a real man. You need a man like me…”
\nJody winced as the boy’s hand slid down across the small of her back and copped\na feel on her plump ass. “Impudent wretch!” she cried while slamming a knee into\nhis crotch. “How dare you touch me!”
\nStan’s face went pale and a wave of pain washed over his body. He released the\nsuper-strong girl and turned to the side. Doing his best not to keel over, he\nstaggered back toward the still distracted group of ballplayers. He reached out\nwith his left hand and grabbed onto one of his teammates in an effort to remain\nstanding.
\n“What’s going on, man?” the annoyed ballplayer asked while looking at his bent\nover companion. “Did you jerk off so hard that you broke your dick, or what?”
\nStan could barely speak. With a whisper and a nod, he directed the newcomer’s\nattention away from the cheerleader and toward the glamorous blonde standing\npatiently a few feet away. “She’s some kind of freak,” the injured boy declared\nvenomously. “She attacked Willie for no reason and then came after me. Alert the\nguys—We gotta teach her a lesson!”
\nIn moments, the East Metro team was assembled and ready to face off with the\nlone super heroine. Already excited by the attack on the cheerleader, the\nbaseball players seemed ready to pounce on their new and even more beautiful\nplaymate. Eleven strapping young athletes moved in her direction. Eleven pairs\nof hungry eyes assaulted her magnificent body.
\nJody stood her ground and tried to subdue the feeling of anxiety that was\ngnawing at her courage. She now regretted not having finished Stan off when she\nhad the chance. Perhaps it would have been better if she had taken the\nballplayers out one by one, at least until the remaining pack had been reduced\nto a more manageable number. Going up against eleven strong young men in the\ntight quarters of the dugout and emerging victorious might be difficult, even\nfor her.
\n“But that is just ridicules!” the beautiful heroine chided herself silently. “I\nhave the strength of ten men! Taking out these imbecilic jocks will be no\nproblem!”
\nAt the least, Jody decided, she had gotten the team away from the cheerleader.\nThe half-naked girl, no doubt an innocent young victim that had been lured into\nthe dugout sometime after the ballgame, was now on her feet and backing away\nfrom the pack of Warriors. The look of simmering resentment on
\nthe cheerleader’s face surprised Jody—Apparently the girl’s anger toward the\nplayers was greater than her fear.
\n“If she can be brave then so can I!” the blonde beauty decided resolutely. “I\nwill show these troublemakers that not all women are so helpless!”
\n“You are going to regret messing with us!” Stan snarled from behind his\nteammates. “Nobody beats the Warriors!”
\nMs. Marvelous tried to look unconcerned. “Your voice is still kind of high,\nStan. Maybe you should start wearing a cup? Not that you have much to protect.”
\n“You’ll find out just how much I have, Blue-Eyes. Before this night is over, I\nam going to deep seven you for sure!”
\n“And to think that you are a product of our higher-educational system—My god, I\nguess they will let anyone into college now days!”
\nStan sneered and tried to straighten up. “I led the league in homers last year,\nSweet-Cheeks. I figure I can get to home plate with you.”
\n“Then stop hiding behind your pals—Step up to the plate and give it your best\nshot.” “Not yet, Blue-Eyes. First, you have to get through the bullpen. Guys,\nshow this skank how we do it at East Metro!”
\nThe first Warrior eagerly stepped forward. He was a big man with a big paunch.\nJody figured that he was a first baseman—Slow and strong, a free-swinging hitter\nat the plate and a guy who didn’t let anything get by him in the field. A smug\nsmile seemed to be permanently affixed to his face.
\n“Let’s see what you have got, Gorgeous,” he said while rubbing his hands\ntogether. If the man was going to let her have the first shot then she would be\nmore than happy to take it, Jody decided. Rotating on her right foot, she\nextended her left leg and fired out a blazingly fast side thrust kick. Her foot\nimpacted dead center in the big man’s gut and knocked him backward into his\npals. A look of surprise and anger replaced the smug smile.
\n“That was my off-speed pitch,” Jody stated matter of factly. “Come at me again\nand I will let you feel the heat.”
\nThe first baseman lifted himself up to his full height and looked down at the\nsvelte, five foot nine inch heroine. He regained his composure and once again\nrubbed his hands together. But he was not stupid. Taking on the feisty blonde\nalone might not be the best idea, after all. Instead, he glanced at the man next\nto him and, as if exchanging some sort of silent communication, the two\nballplayers stepped forward to face their foe together. They took up positions\nin front of the young beauty, the first baseman on her left and the newcomer on\nher right.
\nJody struck a fighting stance and prepared for the coming assault. The attack\ncame quickly, from both directions at once, the big man striking high and his\nsmaller pal going low. But the heroine was faster than them both and dodged to\nthe side. Her counter was a thing of beauty, her motions smooth and rapid, and\nin an instant she was behind the two confused ballplayers. Grabbing them each by\nthe back of the neck, she banged their heads together and pushed them forward so\nthat they were further separated from their team. As the two shaken ballplayers\nturned to face her, Jody used her flying power just enough to lift her body off\nthe ground so that she could drive a foot into each man’s face.
\nThe men fell backward and collapsed side by side on the dirt floor of the\ndugout. The rest of the ballplayers looked on in stunned amazement. Because of\nher costume change and the mistaken accounts of her death, the East Metro\nWarriors did not know that they faced the famous super-heroine, Ms. Marvelous.\nThey did not know that their beautiful opponent could defy gravity. In their\neyes, the spectacular display of martial arts that they had just witnessed was\nnext to impossible. “What was that?” one of the ballplayers asked aloud.
\n“I have never seen anything like it!” replied another.
\n“Some kind of trick!” agreed a third.
\nStan was unhappy. “No more playing around!” he shouted from the rear. “Take the\nskank down!”
\nTwo more Warriors charged forward from the pack. They were both big men, nearly\nas big as the first baseman had been. Large biceps and forearms bulged from\nbeneath the sleeves of their jerseys.
\n“Clearly the power-hitters of the group,” Ms. Marvelous thought with amusement.\n“But I will show them what real power is!”
\nThe brave heroine met the attack head on, clashing with her opponents in a\nfurious exchange of punches. She dodged under a right cross and returned a\nsmashing blow of her own. She avoided a wildly thrown left hook and countered\nwith an uppercut. She blocked an overhand hammer strike and delivered a jolting\nknee-lift. In seconds, it was over and the bodies of the two big men lay at her\nfeet.
\n“I am holding back and really doing my best not to hurt anyone,” the heroine\nstated modestly while looking toward her remaining foes, “but accidents\nsometimes happen. Why don’t you boys consider surrendering so that no one else\ngets hurt?”
\nBut the advice went unheeded and another pair of Warriors stepped forward. These\nwere smaller men, agile and spry, possibly the shortstop and the second baseman.\nThey approached their lovely quarry cautiously, like stalking jungle cats ready\nto pounce on a meal.
\n“Time for you to face the heart of the lineup, Sweet-Cheeks,” the shortstop\ndeclared. “We’re going to do a double play on you!” the second baseman added.
\nMs. Marvelous gave some ground and watched her opponents carefully. She quickly\nglanced at the concrete wall to her left and the chain link fence to her right.\nShe looked up at the low ceiling overhead.
\n“I have to be careful in here,” she reminded herself. “In this confined space I\ndo not have a lot of room to maneuver—There is not enough open space to perform\nmost of my combat moves and flying is out of the question. I can handle one or\ntwo of these boys at a time with no problem, but if they all jump me at once\nthen they might be able to give me some trouble.”
\nThe second baseman attacked with a pair of quick jabs that Jody easily\ndeflected. He feinted at her head with a right and got her to raise her guard.\nTo the heroine’s surprise, the shortstop launched a perfectly timed attack of\nhis own and drove a thrust kick into her midsection. The kick landed squarely on\nher abdominal muscles. Ms. Marvelous winced in pain as the metal cleats of the\nballplayer’s shoes dug into her flesh.
\n“Yeah!” the second baseman congratulated his teammate. “That was a good one!”\n“Maybe that will teach her some respect!” the shortstop agreed.
\nMs. Marvelous retreated a step and looked down at her stomach. Five puncture\nmarks could be seen in the fabric of her costume but there was no blood. “Thank\ngoodness for bulletproof skin!” she thought.
\nThe boys attacked again, directing a series of punches and kicks in Jody’s\ndirection. She managed to avoid most of the blows but the two ballplayers were\nworking like a well-trained team. In the tight quarters of the dugout, the pair\nseemed to have the advantage. If she turned to face off with one then the other\nwould attack. If she blocked one blow, she was left open for another.
\nRetreating, the beautiful heroine stumbled over the unconscious body of one of\nher previous foes. Off balance and momentarily vulnerable, she could do nothing\nas the shortstop leapt forward and grabbed her by the hair. With all the\nstrength he could muster, the ballplayer flung her forward into the chain link\nfence at the front of the dugout.
\n“Now we have you!” the shortstop declared. “Time to knock you out of the\nballpark--” The gorgeous blonde bounced off the fence like a billiard ball off a\nrail, but it was her turn to attack. Using momentum to her advantage, she turned\nsideways and drove the point of her elbow into the boy’s chest. She was\nsurprised at how easily the shortstop came off the ground. He flew backward\nthrough the air and crashed hard into the cement wall at the back of the dugout.\n“Ouch!” Jody said while watching the boy slump down onto the bench. “I guess I\nused too much strength. I have to remember that these are just college kids and\nnot super-powered criminals or mutants. I don’t want to seriously hurt them,\nafter all!”
\nFeeling guilty, the heroine turned to face off with the second baseman. She\nhoped that she could convince the boy to surrender. Instead, he pulled a\nbaseball from his back pocket and hurled it at her with all his strength. Too\nlate she saw it—The ball impacted squarely with her skull just above the right\neye. For a moment, she saw stars. It was all the advantage that her opponent\nneeded. He lowered his head and charged her at top speed.
\n“We play hardball at East Metro,” the second baseman snarled while tackling the\nheroine and taking her to the ground. He landed on top of her, his left shoulder\nburied in her abdomen and his arms wrapped around her body.
\nMs. Marvelous instinctively wrapped her long legs around the boy’s waist and\nstruggled to get her arms free. She was stronger than him but he was lying on\ntop of her with the full weight of his body and had a good grip. Also, she was\nstill feeling the effects of the baseball ricocheting off of her head. She would\nrecover soon enough but for the moment the second baseman had the advantage and\nshe remained pinned to the ground.
\nFrom behind, the remaining Warriors cheered. It seemed the battle was finally\nstarting to go their way. “Get in there and help, Harmon,” Stan said to one of\nhis teammates. “Show this bitch that we mean business!”
\nThe new guy did not hesitate. Letting out a high-pitched war cry, he ran forward\nand leapt into the air. Clearing the second baseman, he crashed down on the\nchest of the glamorous heroine with the entire weight of his muscular body.
\n“Getting beaned means a free trip to first base!” he shouted joyfully while\ngrasping the head of the blonde beauty between his hands.
\nJody squealed in protest as Harmon’s mouth locked onto hers. His tongue forced\nits way between her lips and wrapped around her own. Meanwhile, her arms\nremained pinned against her sides by the second baseman. The bodies of the two\nmen pressed down on hers, smothering her slender figure against the hard-packed\ndirt floor and momentarily subduing her struggles. She tried to pull her head\naway but Harmon’s hands gripped the sides of her face and held her steady. The\nunwanted kiss seemed to go on forever. Indeed, she had to admit, the player had\nreached first base with her.
\n“No!” Jody cried out as Harmon finally broke the lip lock and came up for air.\n“I would rather kiss a slug than be sullied by the likes of you!”
\n“Oh please!” the man replied while smacking his lips and preparing to French\nkiss the young beauty a second time. “You know that you like it! All women like\na good--”
\nUsing her incredible strength, Jody ripped her arms free and pushed the\nobnoxious man away. The second baseman tried to regain control of her struggling\nform but it was too late. A fist to his jaw sent the boy crashing into the side\nof the bench.
\nMs. Marvelous was on her feet in a flash. She wiped her lips with the sleeve of\nher costume in an effort to vanquish the taste of Harmon’s saliva from her\nmouth. She drove a kick into the impudent boy’s ribs as he attempted to rise. He\ngrunted in pain and collapsed back to the floor. She prepared to kick him a\nsecond time and finish him off but suddenly the second baseman was behind her,\nback on his feet and ready to resume the battle. Before she could react, his\narms had hooked her elbows and pulled her hands behind her back. He locked his\nfingers together over her spine and pinned her arms against his chest. The\nheroine’s firm breasts were thrust out in front of her as he arched her back and\nlifted her up onto her tiptoes.
\n“No!” Jody cried out in defiance. “I will not be restrained!”
\nSeeing an opportunity, a third player jumped into the fray. He was a squat,\nfireplug of a man and wore the distinctive chest protector of a catcher. He\nleapt in front of the beautiful heroine and immediately took her tits in his\nhands. The thin fabric of her costume did not discourage him in the least as he\nbegan to rough up her amazing boobs. His fingers pressed deep into her sensitive\nmounds, causing the blonde beauty to yelp in surprise and pain.
\n“Bastard!” the gorgeous heroine cried out while trying to break free. “You try\nmy patience!” “I am going to try more than your patience,” the catcher replied\nwhile pinching her nipples with all the force he could muster.
\nJody’s teeth clamped together as pain stabbed through her aching orbs. Two more\nWarriors joined the battle, taking up positions on either side of her. They\ngrabbed her arms in their strong hands and held them tight.
\n“Now we have got you!” the one on her right declared.
\nThe catcher continued to do a number on the captured heroine’s large breasts.\nGrabbing up two handfuls of her sensitive mounds, he mashed her breasts together\nat the center of her chest and once
\nagain drove his fingers deep into her soft flesh. The beautiful heroine’s head\ntilted back and her eyes rolled into the back of their sockets.
\n“You like it rough, don’t you, bitch?” the catcher sneered while slapping her\ntits around. Ms. Marvelous wanted to put her fist through the obnoxious boy’s\nface. But she had to admit that the rough treatment her breasts were enduring\nwas proving to be a distraction. Though she needed to focus her attention on the\nidea of escaping the men holding her body, she was finding it difficult to think\nabout anything other than the painful—and strangely erotic—sensations emanating\nfrom her boobs. “I will make you pay for your impudence!” she threatened while\nstill struggling to free her arms. The catcher was unimpressed by her words but\nquite taken with her amazing tits. He continued to pinch and prod the large\nmounds. He roughly manipulated the fabulous boobs, pushing and pulling and\nmashing and slapping them around like they were his personal play things.
\nThe beautiful heroine was held nearly off the ground by the men restraining her.\nThe tips of her toes barely scraped the earthen floor of the dugout. Her arms\nwere pinned behind her back by the second baseman and further secured by the men\nat her sides. Their muscular bodies pressed tightly against her own. She could\nfeel the warmth of their flesh even through the sheer fabric of her costume. She\ncould discern their growing sexual arousal. She could sense the tremendous\nlevels of testosterone rushing through their young male bodies.
\n“Have to… concentrate…” Jody groaned to herself.
\nTrying to ignore the feelings stemming from her abused tits, the fabulous\nheroine instead focused her attention on the man behind her. The second baseman\nhad an excellent grip on her arms, but he was not nearly as strong as her. Even\nwith his fingers locked together behind her back, he would not be able to\nmaintain his grip if she put everything she had into a concerted attempt at\nescape.
\n“I will not be defeated!” the valiant super-fem shouted while tensing her\npowerful arms. The tiring second baseman struggled to hold onto the determined\nhellcat. Knowing that he could not hold on forever, even with the help of his\nmates, he decided instead to do something radical and aggressive. Tilting his\nhead back momentarily, he then slammed it forward with all the force he could\nmuster. The hard bone of his forehead crashed against the back of the heroine’s\nskull with a fearsome impact.
\nJody’s head whip-lashed forward and her brave struggles ceased. Stars flickered\nacross her vision. Pain stabbed through her head. But she had not received the\nworst of the attack. Behind her, the second baseman’s grip on her arms weakened.\nHis hands came apart. He dropped her lithe body back to the floor. For several\nseconds, he wobbled on his feet.
\n“Took one for the team…” he mumbled while collapsing to the ground.
\nMotivated by their friend’s sacrifice, the boys at Jody’s sides cemented their\nholds on her arms and made a silent pact not to let go no matter how much she\nstruggled. They watched in fascination as the catcher continued to assault her\nlarge breasts.
\n“I’ll be damned if these things aren’t real!” the boy said in surprise. “Big,\nround, and naturally juicy!”
\nThe boy that had kissed her, Harmon, was back on his feet. He rubbed his injured\nribs and pulled his teammate away from the seemingly senseless girl. “Hey, give\nme a turn. I think I earned it.” Harmon’s touch was gentler than that of the\ncatcher. He patiently tested the firmness of the beautiful heroine’s jugs,\nsoftly but intently caressing the spherical mounds and rubbing the swelling\nnipples, which now jutted visibly upward through thin cloth of her costume. His\nfingers drew light circles around the edges of her protruding cups. He looked on\nin amazed fascination as her tits seemed to respond to his gentle strokes.
\n“Man, you are right!” he finally exclaimed. “These puppies are as real as a\nmother’s love! I never felt anything like--”
\nHarmon’s words were cut short as the girl’s knee drove upward between his hands\nand crashed off the underside of his chin. His head snapped back like it was\nattached to a Slinky and he collapsed to the ground at her feet.
\n“My knee is pretty real, too!” Ms. Marvelous shouted in defiance. “And as soon\nas I get free I am going to show you some other real body parts—Like my fists!”
\nThe two ballplayers holding the heroine’s arms tried desperately to retain\ncontrol of the struggling hellion. Their only salvation was that they were not\ndirectly in the path of her flailing legs, as Harmon had been. Even so, it\nappeared that they would not be able to restrain the girl for long. “Shit! How\nstrong is this chick?”
\n“A lot stronger than any fucking cheerleader!”
\n“Hold onto her!” the catcher commanded from a safe distance. “If she gets free\nshe will wipe the floor with us!”
\nBut Jody knew that she would soon be free. The boys holding her arms were\ntiring. The boy in front, the one that had treated her breasts like squeeze\ntoys, did not dare to get too close for fear of getting kicked by her dangerous\nlegs. And though she herself was no longer in peak condition—Her mistreated\nbreasts were engorged with blood and her body weakened—she was more confident\nthan ever that the battle would soon be won. The floor of the dugout was\nlittered with the bodies of East Metro Warriors. At least seven were out of the\nfight and the five that remained would soon be joining them.
\n“You cannot hold me for long!” the valiant heroine shouted. “And when I get\nloose I will teach you a lesson that you shall not soon forget!”
\nBut suddenly, quickly, the tables were once again turned on the angelic\nsuper-heroine. A man leapt onto her back and wrapped his legs around her slender\nwaist. A hand reached around her face from behind. It was Willie, she realized.\nApparently recovered from having his noggin banged off of the ceiling, the first\nWarrior she had faced was now back on his feet and ready to rejoin the fray. His\nhand clasped down over her mouth and nose. His fingers tightened over her lips\nand nostrils. Her air passages were blocked. She could not breath.
\nMs. Marvelous thrashed about frantically in an attempt to escape the holds of\nher attackers. But her arms remained pinned to her sides. Willie’s left hand\ngripped her scalp and held her head steady. His right hand, the one covering her\nmouth and nose, further tightened its grip, pinching her lips and squeezing off\nher air supply. She struggled valiantly but to no avail. Gradually, slowly, her\nstruggles lessened. Her lungs burned. Her head was spinning. She was browning\nout.
\nJody could no longer support the weight of the man on top of her. She fell to\nher knees and remained upright only because of the men holding her arms. Willie\nunlocked his legs from around her waist and slid from her back. He released the\nhold on her mouth and allowed the defeated girl to breathe.
\n“Don’t want to kill her, after all,” he mumbled while catching his own breath.
\n“I have never seen anyone with that kind of strength,” stated one of the others.
\nJody’s chest heaved as she sucked air into her burning lungs. She tried\ndesperately to regain her senses. The beautiful heroine realized that she was in\nreal danger, now. The battle had not gone the way she had expected. What had\nonce seemed almost like a game had now become a desperate fight for her virtue.\nHer enhanced body would recover quickly, she knew, but for the moment she was at\nthe mercy of her foes. And given the chance, these boys would surely rape her.
\nStan, who to this point had stayed out of the fight, approached from the front\nand motioned to the others. “Pick her up. I want to teach this little cutie a\nlesson she will never forget.” The men at Jody’s sides eagerly did as they were\ntold. They lifted the heroine’s one hundred and thirty pound weight up into a\nstanding position.
\n“All the way,” Stan insisted. “Lift her legs up. I don’t want a repeat of what\nhappened before. Make sure that she cannot kick me.”
\nRetaining control of the beautiful girl’s arms, the boys at her sides each\nreached down and slid a hand under her thighs. They lifted her limp body off the\nground and held her in a sitting position above the floor. From behind, Willie\nwrapped his arms under hers so that he could not only help support her weight\nbut also cup her breasts in his hands. He smiled broadly while grabbing a good\nsqueeze.
\n“That’s it,” Stan snarled while parting the heroine’s knees and stepping between\nher outstretched thighs. “You are not so tough, now, are you?”
\nThe captain of the Warriors lifted her chin with his left hand so that he could\npeer into her wide blue eyes. She stared back at him defiantly but made no move\nto resist as the fingers of his right hand slid
\nbetween her legs and began fingering her womanhood. The thin fabric of her\ncostume provided only a small amount of protection as his digits blindly probed\nher crotch. A lustful smile formed on his lips. “Now I own you, Blue-Eyes,” he\nstated sinisterly.
\nThe fingering of her nether lips continued for over a minute. Jody’s eyelids\nbecame heavy. An involuntary moan escaped from between her pouting lips as one\nof Stan’s fingers discovered a sensitive spot. To her disdain, her pussy began\nto moisten. A tingling sensation began to grow deep inside her. “You bastard…”\nshe muttered weakly.
\nThe beautiful heroine knew that she had to do something before it was too late.\nWillie’s hands were doing a number on her tits. His fingers, seemingly more\npracticed than those of her previous attackers, stroked and fondled her swelling\nmounds with an almost expert precision. Thank god for her new Tekskin costume,\nshe thought. Though the sheer fabric provided only a small amount of protection,\nit was surely saving her for the moment. In her aroused state, any direct\nskin-to-skin contact might mean the end of her.
\nAs if reading her thoughts, Stan removed his hands from her crotch and chin and\nrequested that Willie pause in his manipulation of her tits. “Let’s get\npersonal,” he said deviously while grasping the fabric of her costume between\nhis clenched fingers.
\nA frustrated look came over Stan’s face as he struggled to tear the durable\nTekskin material. Finally, after several failed attempts, he put all of his\nconsiderable strength into the effort and succeeded in ripping the resilient\ncloth. Jody’s cheeks burned in humiliation as the fabric of her beautiful red\nand black costume was torn from her chest.
\nThe feel of the warm night breeze caressing her bare breasts only served to\nfurther arouse the weakened super-heroine. Being sandwiched so tightly between\nher four attackers, as she was, did not help her state of mind, either. She was\nacutely aware of them—Each a young stud, each an athlete with chiseled muscles\nbulging from beneath his snug-fitting baseball uniform. Held within their grasp,\nlifted off of the ground, helpless to resist as their hands stroked and fondled\nher slender body, she could not help but feel sexually excited.
\n“Oh, god,” the beautiful super-fem thought as Willie’s fingers made contact with\nthe bare skin of her swollen tits, “I don’t know if I can continue to fight…\nThis may be the end!”
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