The man was distinctly unattractive. He had long since been convicted of the\ncrime of repulsiveness and sentenced to a life of lonely solitude. No woman, no\nmatter how ugly herself, would have him. His face was pot marked and distorted.\nHis skin was red and oily. His nose was flattened against a pudgy face. His\ncheekbones were out of alignment. His left eye was weaker than the right,\nleaving it half closed at all times. He had lost his hair when a young man and\nhis lopsided head was now completely bald.
\nHe stomped through the refurbished halls of Othello Manor like an ogre, his\nlarge bulk bent over and his crooked eyes glancing this way and that beneath\nheavy brows of ratty hair. The conspicuous hump at the top of his back was the\nresult of a grotesquely twisted spine. His clothing fit him poorly, his shirts\nriding on his body at a peculiar angle and his pant legs being much too short.\nThough his thighs were a burly match for his barrel chest and powerfully built\narms, his calves and ankles were sickly thin, as if some terrible disease had\neaten away at the muscles of his lower extremities until nothing remained but\nskin and bone.
\nHis name was Mr. Zig and he was the butler of the largest house in all of\nMegapolis. “Mr. Refrain will be pleased with the progress of the construction,”\nhe mumbled aloud while walking down the especially wide and long hallway that\nled to the atrium. “Soon, there will be hardly a trace of the damage caused by\nthe fire.”
\nMr. Zig had lived on Grotto Hill for nearly twenty years. Once, he had been a\nprofessional wrestler, but that had been long ago. In his final match, his mask\nhad been torn from his face and the audience had laughed at him. That was the\nlast time he had shown himself in public. Mr. Zig might be ugly, he thought, but\nhe was nobody’s ass-clown.
\nThe hallway was lined with stone statues, three-foot tall Chinese gargoyles that\nsat on their haunches and peered up at him as he passed by. The gargoyles did\nnot care about his hideous looks, Mr. Zig knew. They were nearly as grotesque as\nhe.
\nDon Refrain had taken him in and given him a job. Mr. Zig soon proved his worth\nby busting the skulls of his enemies. It was not long before the crime boss made\nhim the personal caretaker of Othello Manor.
\n“If only I had been here to stop those two super-heroines on the night of the\nfire!” the misshapen man snarled. “Curse those witches for what they did to the\nboss’s home!” Mr. Zig remembered the infamous evening when the M-Girls, Ms.\nMarvelous and Elle Mental, started a fire in the Atrium and nearly burned down\nthe Manor. He had reason to be upset. He had left Grotto Hill only a handful of\ntimes in the last two decades. On that particular night he had been away on\nbusiness for the boss but it had been a trivial matter and he could have sent\none of his assistants in his place. Instead, he had been absent when the M-Girls\ncommitted their vile vandalism. He had let the boss down, he knew. His\nperformance as a butler had been as pathetic as his ghastly appearance. “Never\nagain!” he barked loudly at the nearest of the gargoyles.
\nMr. Zig often talked to himself. He was usually the only one that would, after\nall. His assistants, the housekeepers and guards, avoided him as much as they\ncould. He did not mind, really, as giving them their daily duties was much\neasier if done with a piece of paper tacked to the bulletin board in the kitchen\nrather than a direct conversation. No, Mr. Zig preferred to walk the cold halls\nof the Manor alone, at night when nobody else was about.
\nHis days were spent alone in his room, looking out from the topmost window of\nthe tallest tower with a pair of binoculars and watching everything that was\ngoing on below. The hunchback was one of those rare people that did not need to\nsleep. His bed went unused for days, even weeks, at a time. If the lack of sleep\nadded to his cranky disposition, he did not seem to care. If his appearance and\nodd behavior made people dislike or fear him, he cared even less.
\nAll Mr. Zig cared about was Othello Manor. In particular, he cared about keeping\nout unwanted visitors. So when he saw the slender figure moving stealthily\nthrough the shadows of the hall, he naturally became quite upset.
\n“You there!” the hunchback bellowed without concern for the people sleeping on\nthe upper floors. “Stop where you are and tell me your business!”
\nThe figure melted into the shadows and did not answer. But Mr. Zig knew the\nmassive wooden door at the far end of the hall to be locked. The intruder had\nbacked himself into a corner and would not be able to escape.
\n“Come out and show yourself!” Mr. Zig demanded while walking forward. “There is\nonly one key to that door and it is safely stashed away in my pocket!”
\n“Then I guess I will have to take it from you!” a seductive female voice\nreplied.
\nMr. Zig stepped to the edge of the shadow and peered into the dark corner.\nOthello Manor was a castle built of stone and mortar. The walls were thick and\nthe windows barely more than slits cut in the rock. Everything here was hard and\ncold, just like Mr. Zig. It was easy to spot things that did not belong. It was\neasy to spot the beautiful young female that glared back at him from ten feet\naway. “A girl?” Mr. Zig asked in surprise. “Who are you and why are you here?”
\n“I am surprised that you were able to see me,” the intruder answered. “I had\nlittle trouble in sneaking past the other guards.”
\nThe hunchback’s voice sounded like the grinding cogs of a broken gearbox. “I am\nnot a guard,” he replied. “I am the butler. But the result for you will be the\nsame. All thieves foolish enough to enter the home of Mr. Refrain live out the\nremainder of their short lives in his dungeon.”
\nThe girl seemed unconcerned. “I have no intention of being imprisoned in Don\nRefrain’s dungeon, Quasimodo. I simply need to get through this door. You can\ngive me the key and forget that you saw me or I can take it and deal with you in\nless pleasant ways. It is your choice.”
\n“My name is Mr. Zig and you are a silly little creature. Come closer so that I\ncan have a better look at you.”
\nThe intruder stepped away from the wall and into a shaft of moonlight that\nbeamed in from the nearest of the narrow windows. In every way, the girl was the\nopposite of Mr. Zig. Her dark brown hair fell in waves over her strong\nshoulders. Her eyes were wide and clear. Her nose was perfectly straight and\nnarrow. Her lips were full and red. Her body was long and athletic. She could\nhave been a supermodel. She was gorgeous.
\nMr. Zig hissed in displeasure. He quickly noted the tight-fitting violet costume\nthat adorned the intruder’s lithe body. “A super-heroine! And perhaps one of the\nones that tried to burn down the Manor!”
\n“My name is Elle Mental,” the heroine replied. “And yes, I was here the night of\nthe fire, though it was not I that started it. You can thank the mutant know as\nHeatwave for that fiasco.” The hunchback noisily cleared his throat. “The\nadopted daughter of Don Refrain would not have set fire to her own house! It was\nyou and the other witch that did it.”
\n“You refer to Ms. Marvelous, I suppose,” Elle said as if getting bored.
\n“Is she here?” Mr. Zig asked while glancing around. “Will there be two visitors\nfor our dungeon?” “Just me, I am afraid. Are you disappointed?”
\nMr. Zig’s scowling expression answered in the affirmative. But he took solace in\nthe fact that at least one of the witches had returned to the scene of their\ncrime.
\n“Mr. Zig rarely enjoys anything,” he said while referring to himself in the\nthird person. “But I think he will enjoy extracting retribution from you!”
\nThe hunchback plodded toward the much smaller heroine. His hands extended in\nfront of his massive chest in a clumsy effort to grab her. But she was too quick\nfor him. His knobby fingers grasped nothing but air.
\n“You cannot escape me!” the ugly man roared in frustration.
\n“I do not mean to escape, brute!” Elle replied while moving into attack\nposition.
\nThe gorgeous heroine leapt into the air, performed a perfect front flip,\nextended her legs, and drove the soles of her boots into Mr. Zig’s massive\nchest. Her stiletto heels tore his shirt and bit deep into his flesh. His\nchapped lips tightened to form a grotesque frown. His huge hands tried to grasp\nher ankles but she quickly propelled herself away.
\nThe agile super-heroine rolled in the air and landed several feet away, in a\ncrouch and ready to attack again. “He took that well,” she had to admit while\nnoticing that her foe had not been forced back even one step.
\n“I am going to pound you into the ground!” the ogre-like monstrosity threatened.\nUndiscouraged, the brunette beauty launched into action once more. Her body\ntwirled in the air and her left foot slammed off the man’s face. His head\nsnapped to the side but he seemed uninjured. His right hand shot forward and\nnearly grasped the surprised heroine around the throat. Elle dodged to the side\nand put some distance between she and her repulsive foe. “Damn!” she cursed in\ndismay. “He is pretty quick for big man. And tough, too—I need to stop playing\naround and finish him off!”
\nThe beautiful heroine quickly glanced at the heavy wooden door at the end of the\nhall. The door led to the atrium, she knew, and the main living quarters beyond.\nUnfortunately, the door was locked and the only key was in the hunchback’s\npocket.
\n“I need that key, Mr. Zig!” she demanded while again moving into attack\nposition. Her business at Othello Manor was incomplete. She had come to the home\nof Don Refrain looking for evidence. She was sure that a stash of weapons was\nhidden somewhere in the old castle but she had been unable to find it. Still,\none large section of the Manor—the section behind the door-- remained\nunexplored. She had purposefully left it until the last, knowing full well that\nit was the most dangerous area she would have to search. In addition to the\natrium and main living quarters, Don Refrain’s personal parlor and studio would\nalso be found there. And though most of the crime lord’s goons would be hanging\nout there, the young heroine knew that she needed to take the risk and search\nthe area.
\n“But first I need to get past big and ugly,” Elle thought while stalking her\nopponent. The high attacks had not seemed to work very well so the gorgeous\nheroine decided to try striking low, instead. She somersaulted forward with the\nspeed of a jungle cat and rolled onto her left hip. She snapped a kick into the\nman’s knee. For once, it seemed like she had done some damage. The hunchback\nhowled in pain and staggered backward a few steps.
\n“Damn you, Witch!” Mr. Zig bellowed in anger. “Going for a man’s knees is as\ndirty a trick as there is!”
\n“Whatever gets the job done,” Elle replied unapologetically while rising quickly\nback to her feet. The furious hunchback came forward slowly, his meaty hands\nraised in front of him, his fingers outstretched and ready to clamp down on the\nslender brunette. She jabbed him in the face with a straight left and followed\nup with a hard right. The blows impacted solidly against the flattened nose of\nher opponent but he seemed hardly to notice.
\nAvoiding Mr. Zig’s outstretched hands, Elle quickly landed a series of kicks and\npunches. Though tough, the man was little more than a punching bag, the young\nheroine decided. Every blow was landing. Every strike was hitting its mark. This\nwould not take long. She would eventually wear him down and--
\nThe thick fingers of Mr. Zig’s right hand tightened into a fist. His arm shot\nforward with speed belying his massive form. His knuckles crashed against the\ndark-haired heroine’s chin. Her lithe body was lifted off the ground and\npropelled backward through the air. She landed on the tiled floor of the hall\neight feet away and slid across the smooth surface for another six.
\nPain stabbed through Elle’s head. She rose quickly to her feet but nearly\nfainted as the numbing effects of the powerful punch swept across her incredible\nbody.
\n“Oh my god…” the dazed heroine mumbled while stumbling backward against one of\nthe crouching stone gargoyles that lined the hallway. “Never been hit… so hard…”
\nElle’s repulsive foe approached her unhurriedly. His left fist slammed into her\nrigid abdominal muscles with tremendous power. Her slender body doubled over.\nHis hand remained buried deep in her gut, pinning her against the gargoyle.
\n“You will be made to pay for burning the Manor,” the brutish butler declared\nunsympathetically. “I will pound you into a pulp.”
\nThe big man’s right forearm slammed down across the back of the heroine’s\nshoulders. She fell limply to the floor and groaned in pain. Mr. Zig stood over\nher prone body and slammed his right fist into the palm of his left hand.
\n“Get up!” he demanded.
\nElle rose to her knees and looked up at the hunchback. “How can he hit so hard?”\nshe wondered. “What kind of monster is he?”
\nSeeing the puzzlement in his victim’s eyes, the hulking man clenched his\nenormous hands into tight fists and extended them toward the dazed heroine.
\n“You see?” he asked with pride. “You see now what my secret is?”
\nThe dark-haired beauty looked up at her opponent’s hands. Even in the moonlit\nshadows of the hall, she could see the distinct bulges protruding from his\nknuckles. Knobby clumps of bone jutted upward from beneath cracked layers of\ndead skin.
\n“Your hands!” she declared in disgust. “They are hideous!”
\n“Just like the rest of me!” Mr. Zig agreed. “But my knuckles, grotesque as they\nare, make my hands like hammers! All the better to beat you with, yes?”
\nThe lumbering ogre grabbed the heroine’s hair in his left hand. His fingers\ntightened around the girl’s scalp and he effortlessly lifted her one hundred and\ntwenty pound weight off the floor. He held her before him, suspended above the\nground, dangling like a fish on a hook.
\n“Let go of me!” the writhing brunette demanded.
\n“As you wish!” the brute replied.
\nMr. Zig flung the girl through the air and watched in satisfaction as she\ncrashed back to earth several feet away. Her lithe body bounced off the hard\nfloor like a ball before rolling into the base of another gargoyle.
\n“You are weak and pathetic,” he said while stomping toward the girl. “I will\nmake quick work of you!”
\nElle wearily rolled onto her right hip. She rose into a crouch and narrowly\navoided being stamped into the floor by the enormous foot of her massive and\ngrotesque foe. She dodged to the side to escape his grasping fingers. She\nsomersaulted forward in an effort to put some distance between herself and the\nman.
\nA reverse mule kick stuck the man in his gut. Using her catlike agility, the\nheroine leapt into the air and bounded high off the stone wall. She spun in the\nair and drove a kick to the side of his head. She dropped to the floor behind\nhim and quickly retreated with a spectacular series of back flips and\ncartwheels.
\nMr. Zig rubbed his injured noggin and snarled. Beads of sweat glistened off of\nhis bald head. He peered at the girl through his one good eye and snorted in\ndisgust.
\n“Nice moves, Witch. But the key is still in my pocket.”
\nElle Mental struck a pose. She stood tall in the center of the hallway. A shaft\nof moonlight illuminated her incredible, five foot six inch, figure. She held\nher head high. Her wide brown eyes simmered. Her hands rested on her hips. Her\nlegs were straight and long. Her breathing was controlled.
\n“I will have it soon enough,” she replied in a steady voice. “For though you are\nstrong and fast, you are no match for the mutant power of Elle Mental!”
\nA violet aura of unnatural energy crackled around the beautiful heroine’s body.\nControlled by the telekinetic power of her mind alone, a coiled length of rope\nrose from her right hip and leapt into the air. It danced like a serpent in\nfront of her, darting this way and that, coiling and uncoiling as if possessing\na life force of its own.
\nSuddenly, the rope cracked like a bullwhip and launched itself with incredible\nspeed toward the hunchback. Mr. Zig raised his left arm barely in time to fend\noff the cord as it attacked. It wrapped about his extended appendage like a boa\nconstrictor entrapping its prey, squeezing his flesh with amazing strength.
\n“Now I have you!” the heroine cried out victoriously from several feet away.
\n“Are you sure?” the hunchback bellowed back.
\nMr. Zig straightened his arm and began twirling it back and forth in a circular\nmotion in the air. For several seconds it became impossible to tell if the rope\nwas ensnaring the man or if the man was ensnaring the rope. The furious battle\ncontinued to rage, the python-like speed and strength of the rope going against\nthe determination and brute force of the man, until finally a winner was\ndetermined.
\n“What?” Elle stammered as the rope stopped reacting to her commands. “This\ncannot be!” Mr. Zig raised his arm victoriously. The entire length of the rope\nwas wrapped tightly around his left arm. The two ends of the cord were clamped\ntightly between his fingers.
\n“Interesting trick but not a very good attack,” the hunchback said while flexing\nhis arm. “Blast you!” the infuriated heroine shouted while charging her\nunsightly foe. “Next time I will wrap my rope around your throat!”
\nElle’s assault was furious. A crescent kick landed square. A knife-hand strike\nfound the mark. Although her rope attack had failed, it had at the least seemed\nto restrict the hunchback’s movements and made him vulnerable. A knee lift\nimpacted with tremendous force. For once, he was reacting to her blows. A\nbackfist strike nearly knocked her misshapen opponent to the ground. A\nspectacular roundhouse kick spun him around.
\n“Now to finish you off!” the valiant heroine said to her staggering foe.
\nElle raised her hands into the air and clasped them together above her head. Her\nlong legs uncoiled and she leapt high off the ground. Her back arched as she\nprepared to deliver the final, powerful blow.
\n“A flying double hammer-strike should do the trick!”
\nThe incredible heroine descended on her victim like a hawk diving on its prey.\nTiming the blow perfectly, she slammed her fists down on the deformed giant with\nall of her might— “Arrrgggghhhhh!” Elle cried out as her hands impacted with the\nhump atop Mr. Zig’s back. Her lithe body rebounded backward and crashed to the\nhard floor several feet away. With pain surging though her body, the confused\nheroine struggled to her knees. She looked down at her hands in disbelief.\n“Hands… feel broken… like I hit stone…”
\n“Not stone,” Mr. Zig corrected her. “Bone!”
\n“Bone?” the beautiful brunette asked while looking at him.
\nThe grotesque butler almost smiled. “The hump on my back is solid bone, just\nlike my knuckles.” Once again, Elle stared at the man’s hands. His knuckles were\ndiscolored and jagged knobs of bone that extended upward through the skin. “My\ngod!” the heroine thought dejectedly. “If the hump on his back really is like\nthe bony masses on his knuckles, then I may very well have broken my hands!” The\nbeautiful girl forced herself to her feet. It was difficult to stand up\nstraight. Her arms dangled in front of her. Pain pulsated through her\nmagnificent body. “Nowhere to run,” she thought while looking past Mr. Zig and\ntoward the end of the hall. “Have to get through the door to the atrium. Have to\nget the key.”
\nMr. Zig could sense that his lovely opponent was nearly finished. He stalked her\npatiently, trying to trap her against the wall. She occasionally attacked him\nwith a kick from her dangerous feet, but the attacks lacked the conviction and\nstrength she had shown previously. Finally, she made a misstep—Her right foot\nbacked into the base of one of the gargoyle statues and she stumbled. For a\nbrief moment, she was vulnerable. For a brief moment, Mr. Zig had an opportunity\nto attack.
\nThe massive hunchback leapt forward and wrapped his powerful hands around the\nslender heroine. He raised her body off the ground and squeezed her against his\nenormous chest. His vise-like arms seemed to swallow her sexy figure. He shook\nher back and forth like a rag doll, jerking her this way and that and causing\nher long brown hair to whip from side to side.
\n“Let go of me!” the desperate heroine cried while struggling to free her arms.
\nMr. Zig locked his hands behind the girl’s back and squeezed with all his\nconsiderable might. He could feel her spine bending beneath his bony knuckles.\nHe could feel her ribs giving beneath his iron-like biceps. He could hear the\nair being forced from her lungs. He could see her eyes rolling into the back of\ntheir sockets.
\nElle’s struggles ceased. Her legs went limp. Her face was pressed tightly\nagainst her brutish opponent’s chest. Her arms were compressed against her\nabdomen. Her large breasts were mashed against his body. She was being crushed,\nshe knew. The life was being squeezed out of her.
\nSuddenly, Mr. Zig released the hold. He shifted his grip on the beautiful girl’s\nbody and lifted her above his head. He held her there, parallel to the ground,\nand stepped toward the stone gargoyle over which she had tripped.
\n“Now to end this,” his gravel-like voice declared.
\nElle could do nothing as her hideously misshapen foe held her aloft above the\nstatue. She cried out in agony as he slammed her down atop the head and\nshoulders of the grotesque sculpture. Her spine arched over the cold stone\npainfully. Her legs dangled down toward the floor. Her arms fell limply beneath\nher. Her head fell backward and hung loosely in the air. Her body was bent like\na bow. She was beaten and helpless.
\nMr. Zig looked down on his defenseless victim with satisfaction. He unraveled\nthe length of rope that had been wrapped around his left arm. He allowed the\nrope to drop to the floor at the base of the statue. He eyed the beautiful\ngirl’s tight abdominal muscles. He ran his thick, calloused fingers across her\nsmooth stomach.
\n“Now you will pay for setting the fire,” he said with a sneer.
\nThe hunchback’s meaty hands clenched into tight fists. He raised one into the\nair, then the other. He drove the first ham fist down into the girl’ midsection\nwith brutal force. Her body stiffened. She cried out in pain. She lifted her\nhead and rose part way off gargoyle. He slammed his second fist into her gut.\nThe heroine groaned miserably and collapsed backward. She did not move again as\nhe continued to slam his fists off of her stomach.
\nThe brutal torture continued for several seconds. Finally, having beaten the\ngirl nearly into unconsciousness, Mr. Zig grabbed her by the hip and pulled her\noff of the unforgiving statue. The beautiful brunette fell to the floor at his\nfeet and did not move. He leaned over and grabbed up a fistful of her long dark\nhair. He unhurriedly resumed his patrol of the Manor, dragging the helpless\nsuper-fem’s limp body across the floor behind him.
\n“Time to visit your new home,” the repulsive hunchback said with a chuckle. “I\nhope you find the dungeon to be to your liking.”
\nMs. Marvelous woke with a start. Her eyes blinked madly in an attempt to focus.\nAs if still caught up in the clutches of a nightmare, she had no idea where she\nwas or how she had arrived. Everything was dark. Everything was cold.
\nHer wrists were shackled. Her ankles, as well. A metal cable of some kind\nstretched between the two sets of shackles and fastened them together. With her\nlong legs straightened, as they were now, she could not raise her hands above\nher waist.
\n“What the heck is going on?” the blonde beauty asked in confusion.
\nShe was on her back inside some type of container. There was very little room\ninside. The padded sides of the box were close by on her left and right. The top\nof the box was just inches above her body. She lay on some kind of soft bedding.\nHer head rested on a silk pillow.
\n“A coffin?” the heroine exclaimed in sudden realization.
\nHer breathing became panicked. She fought against the steel bracelets holding\nher wrists. “No! I am not dead!”
\nShe tried to remember how she had come here. Her last memory was of a battle\nwith the East Metro Warriors baseball team at the ballpark. The boys had played\nher incredible body like a violin, touching and stroking her in just the right\nway to take full advantage of her vulnerability to erotic stimulation. She had\nbeen defeated. She had been raped. Her powers had been stolen and she had— “Oni\nKamaha!”
\nThe Vampire Queen had appeared out of nowhere. The seductive bloodsucker had\nchased the Warriors away and claimed their helpless prize as her own. Jody\nvaguely remembered the Dark Queen standing over her defenseless form and casting\na sleep spell on her. She remembered being picked up and carried. She remembered\nthe sensation of speed as the Queen took her away from the ballpark and--
\nThe heroine’s efforts to break loose of her chains paused as a terrible thought\nentered her mind. “Oh my god!” she thought. “What if Oni changed me into one of\nher kind? What if she transformed me into a vampire?”
\nThe heroine did her best to calm down. Though she was being held in a coffin,\nshe did not feel any different. She did not feel undead, though in all honesty,\nshe had no idea what being undead might
\nfeel like. She clasped her hands together. “My skin feels warm,” she thought.\nShe felt for a pulse on her wrist. She listened to the sound of her heart\nbeating within her chest.
\n“I think I am alive,” she finally decided.
\nThe steel bracelets were very strong. Giving up on the idea of freeing herself\nfrom the shackles, she instead focused her attention on the lid of the coffin.
\n“It is totally creepy being in here!” she cried out while pressing upward on the\ntop of the casket. The lid gave a bit and for a brief moment a sliver of light\nentered the box. The glamorous heroine breathed a deep sigh of relief.
\n“At least I am not buried in a grave!”
\nJody curled up her legs as best she could in order to gain some slack for the\nsteel cable that fastened her wrist and ankle bracelets together. She pushed\nagainst the lid again, this time using every bit of her strength.
\nWith a loud creak and a bang, the lid of the coffin popped open, fell from its\nhinges, and crashed to the floor. Jody sat up and peered over the lip of the\nbox, which was set atop a stone slab and elevated a couple of feet above the\nground. She quickly climbed over the edge of the box and allowed her feet to\ndrop to the floor. She breathed deeply the damp cool air of the—
\n“Crypt?” she asked in surprise.
\n“You expected the Hilton, perhaps?” a sinister voice asked from behind.
\nMs. Marvelous spun on the balls of her feet to face the source of the voice.\n“Oni Kamaha!” “And friends,” the Vampire Queen added.
\nTwo sets of undead hands clamped down on the beautiful heroine’s upper arms.\nJody struggled against them but with her wrists shackled it was next to\npointless. Her head spun to the right and she looked into the dark eyes of her\nfirst captor. The woman was young and stunning. Her skin was pale like ivory.\nHer hair was long and dark. Her lips were thin and her cheekbones hollow. There\nseemed to be an eternal hunger about the girl. Jody knew why as the striking\nbrunette smiled and revealed a terrifying set of inhuman fangs.
\n“A vampire!”
\nThe beautiful blonde turned to her left and saw another young woman. This one\nwas in every way a match for the first, though her hair was platinum blonde and\ncropped short to her head. “And another!”
\nOni Kamaha, standing eight feet away and smiling in amusement, confirmed the\nheroine’s observations. “These are my offspring, Tal and Gaea. Do not be\nconcerned—They have been instructed not to hurt you. In fact, it was Tal that\nmended your costume…”
\nJody looked down at her red and black costume and confirmed that the large tears\nover her chest and lower abdomen had been repaired. And although the costume now\nlooked almost as good as new, it made her cringe to think that the cold, undead\nfingers of the thing gripping her arm had removed and then replaced her\nclothing.
\n“Offspring?” Jody asked skeptically while once again noting the Vampire Queen’s\ndistinctly beautiful and exotic native-Hawaiian features. “They bear little\nresemblance to you, Oni.” The Dark Mistress chuckled. “Naïve young girl, do you\nnot know that my kind procreates in a way different than that of humans? I tell\nyou, if I wanted to, I could make you my child.” Ms. Marvelous bucked defiantly\nagainst the pale sirens holding her. “Why didn’t you?” The Vampire Queen seemed\nreluctant to answer. She walked slowly to the opposite side of the crypt and\nstood beneath an extinguished wooden torch that extended outward from the wall.\nReacting to a motion of her hand, the torch magically came to life and began\nburning with a flickering orange glow. “That is better,” the Vampire Queen said\nwhile turning back to face her captive. “A beauty like yours should not be\nhidden in the shadows, Ms. Marvelous.”
\n“Why have you brought me here? What do you plan to do with me?”
\nOni Kamaha ignored these questions, as well. It was rare that anyone, much less\nan impudent human, made requests of her and she was not at all sure that she\nliked it.
\n“I must say that you put up a fine fight against those boys last night,” she\nsaid while changing the subject. “Foolish, though—Even I would have hesitated to\nattack a group of twelve enemies in the tight confines of that peculiar little\nbuilding.”
\n“It is called a dugout and there were actually thirteen, if you count the\ncheerleader.” “Ah, yes-- you refer to the girl that you thought you were saving.\nInteresting how things sometimes work out, is it not? The very human you tried\nto protect ultimately caused your downfall. By the time I stepped in, you had\nbeen made completely helpless. How did it feel, I wonder, to be betrayed in such\na way?”
\nThe Dark Mistress slid around the end of the coffin. Her movements were slow and\nprovocative. She drew her hands across the smooth exterior of the casket as if\nenjoying the feel of the cool metal. She straightened her legs and leaned over\nthe open box so that her plump ass was thrust out behind her. Her ample cleavage\nbulged from the slit in the front of her snug-fitting black jumpsuit. Her\nfingers stroked the soft silk padding of the interior. She cooed softly, as if\naroused by the feel of the coffin as it pressed
\nagainst her slender waist.
\n“We attempt to help someone we believe to be in need and they betray us,” the\nVampire Queen continued in her most seductive tone of voice. “We risk everything\nand then they attack us just when we are the most vulnerable. How should we\nrespond to this, I wonder?”
\nThe petite demoness gradually transferred her attention from the coffin to the\nperson that had, only moments before, been its prisoner. She approached the tall\nblonde like a snake stalking its prey, her magnificent body writhing back and\nforth enticingly, her simmering eyes locked with those of her captive. Oni’s\ntongue flicked hungrily as her eyes took in the full length of Jody’s athletic\nfigure. Her hands grasped the girl by her slender waist and gently pulled her\nclose so that their bodies pressed together tightly. The onetime Hawaiian\nprincess rose up on her tiptoes to make herself as tall as the young blonde. For\na long moment they stood together in silence, eye to eye and breast to breast.
\n“Humans cannot be trusted,” Oni finally whispered into the girl’s ear. “It is a\nfool’s errand to try and help them.”
\nJody tried desperately to control the conflicting emotions raging in her heart.\nOn the one hand, she was repulsed by this vampire. On the other, she was\nincredibly turned on by whatever seductive spell the creature was casting on\nher. Memories of what Oni had done to her during their match in the MCT Games\nwere still fresh in her mind. She could feel her nipples hardening as they\npressed against those of the Hawaiian Princess. She could feel her pussy\ntingling as she remembered how the dark-haired demoness had raped her. It was\npart of the Sartak’s curse, the beautiful blonde knew, that she would always be\nmore susceptible to enemies that had used sensual attacks to defeat her in the\npast.
\nOni could sense the heroine’s distress. She could feel her peril. She leaned in\nslowly and kissed the beautiful blonde ever so softly on the lips. The effect of\nthe vampire’s kiss was immediate and dramatic. The heroine stopped struggling\nwith the girls holding her arms. Her eyes glazed over. Her full red lips parted\nand formed a childlike pout. Her breathing became ragged. Her nipples became\nhard as marbles.
\n“You are helpless before me, Ms. Marvelous,” the Vampire Queen stated while\nmotioning to her servants to release their holds on the super-fem’s arms. “But I\ndo not wish to destroy you. You may yet be of some use to me.”
\n“No…” the nearly hypnotized super-fem replied in a whisper. “I will not help you\nagain…” “You speak?” the Vampire Queen asked in surprise. “Your will is indeed\nstrong to resist my kiss. But it does not matter. I do not wish to dominate you.\nI wish you to join me freely.” “Never…”
\nThe Dark Mistress seemed unhappy. “I can pleasure you in ways that you have\nnever imagined. We vampires are inherently sexual creatures—I can show you our\ndark, sensual, secrets. I can give you orgasms without stealing your powers. I\ncan satisfy your over-sexed body and grant you all the pleasure that you\ndesire.”
\nThe beautiful blonde moaned softly, as if struggling to resist the temptation\nbeing thrust in front of her. Her magnificent body tingled with erotic\nanticipation. The Vampire Queen seemed to be offering everything that her\ndarkest, most secret and inner self desired. Her tits ached. Her pussy was wet.\nShe wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be dominated.
\n“No…” the virtuous heroine finally blurted out. “I will never… succumb to your\ncharms…” The demoness leaned in on the heroine again, trying again to tempt her.\nShe blew softly in the girl’s ear. She gently pursed Jody’s lobe between her\ncold, velvety lips.
\n“Why do you refuse me? Why do you waste your amazing abilities on the debased\ncitizens of this desecrated city? They are not worth your attention, much less\nyour devotion. They will betray you just as the cheerleader did.”
\nA second, almost inaudible moan escaped from between Jody’s pouting lips as her\near was gently teased by the seductive mouth of the vampire. Her breasts, still\npressed tightly against Oni’s, burned with desire. Her pussy was almost\ndripping. But despite the physical reaction of her incredible body, she retained\nthe mind and will of a heroine. She would not be swayed from the path of\nrighteousness.
\n“You are wrong, Oni. Most of the people in Megapolis are good and deserving of\nmy protection. I am a champion of justice. For their sake, I will always strive\nto serve the common good.” The Vampire Queen removed her mouth from the girl’s\near. She looked intently into the heroine’s wide blue eyes. She softly caressed\nthe girl’s nose with the tip of her own. “And what if there is some common good\nto be shared between us, child? Would you help me, as well?” “I don’t know what\nyou can possibly mean…” Jody said while trying to control the unwanted erotic\nfeelings coursing through the length of her supple body. “You are a monster! You\nslay innocent people to satisfy your blood lust. You are evil! I could never\nhelp you!”
\nA flash of anger burned through the Vampire Queen’s eyes. She pulled away and\nremoved her hands from the heroine’s waist. “I do only what the Blood Spirits\ndemand, child. Our kind must drink the blood of humans if we are to survive. We\nare the predators and they are the prey. They are cattle, nothing more!”
\nThe Dark Mistress turned her back to the beautiful heroine and hissed in\ndispleasure. Her plan to recruit the girl as an ally was not working out as well\nas she had hoped. The tall blonde’s willpower was much greater than that of most\nhumans. Perhaps the Blood Spirits were right, after all. Perhaps they were right\nwhen they said that the leggy beauty could not be turned.
\nShe had brought Ms. Marvelous to the crypt as a prisoner. She had chained the\nhelpless girl and placed her in the coffin so that she could rest and regain her\nincredible powers. The sarcophagus was no ordinary casket—Imbued with Oni’s\npower, it possessed the ability to reenergize any creature, both living and\nundead, that slept within its soft embrace.
\nOni needed Ms. Marvelous to be at peak condition for the fight that was to come.\nAnd indeed, the young woman’s powers seemed to have returned. But with her\npowers came a steely resolve to resist her charms. It would be difficult to turn\nher. But perhaps there was still a chance. The Vampire Queen knew that she had\nto try.
\nWith effort, Oni subdued the fiery anger that consumed her undead heart. She\nheld back the dark hunger that insisted she rip out the girl’s throat and drink\nher blood. She regained her composure. She turned back to face her captive. The\ntall blonde stood motionless in the center of the crypt, her arms dangling\nlimply in front of her athletic body. The shackles that bound her wrists and\nankles, and the steel tether that fastened them together, were unneeded. For\nthough the heroine’s mind resisted, the girl’s body was paralyzed by the charm\nof the Vampire’s Kiss.
\n“But not all humans are cattle,” the Dark Mistress continued. “Some humans are\nhunters, like us. They are strong. They search out their prey and destroy it.\nYou, Ms. Marvelous, are one of these. You are a hunter.”
\nThe gorgeous super-fem’s firm breasts rose up and down on her chest as she\nbreathed. “I do not know what you mean. I am not a hunter. I do not destroy\npeople.”
\n“But you have been hunting me! Oh, yes-- I have been aware from the beginning of\nyour efforts to track me down. But tell me, what would you have done had you\nfound me? Would you have handed me over to the police? No, for it is unlikely\nthat they would have the proper facilities to imprison one such as I. The MCT,\nthen? Would you have returned me to the very people that you helped me to\nescape? What then? Would you have killed me? You claim that you are not a\ndestroyer, but I wonder…”
\n“I am not sure what I would have done,” Jody admitted. “I do not wish to kill\nyou. But I am sure that I would have found some way to force you to leave\nMegapolis.”
\nThe Dark Mistress laughed loudly. When she spoke, there was an almost desperate\nquality in her voice. “Do you think that I want to be here, then? Do you believe\nthat I prefer the dire streets of this foul city to the familiar places of my\nbeautiful home? I would like nothing more than to leave Megapolis and return to\nmy Pacific island!”
\nJody could not bring herself to trust the Vampire Queen. She thought of the\ndozens of people murdered, their throats torn out and their blood drained, since\nOni had escaped from the Institute of Genetic Studies.
\n“Then why don’t you? Why don’t you return to Hawaii?”
\nThe Dark Mistress paused before answering. “I was sent here on an errand for my\nlord. Until that errand is completed, I cannot return.”
\n“What is your errand?”
\n“It is a task of revenge against an enemy common to us both. This enemy betrayed\nmy lord and sought to kill him. He failed, but the Blood Spirits demand\nretribution.”
\n“An enemy common to us both?”
\nThe vampire’s eyes burned with an eerie inner fire. “His name is Don Refrain. As\nyou well know, he is a powerful crime lord and dominates the underworld here in\nMegapolis. I would attack him myself but he surrounds himself with powerful\nfriends. To face him without allies of my own would be foolish and put the\nsuccessful outcome of my mission at risk. I dare not fail my lord…”
\nJody’s eyes opened wide in surprise and disgust. “So that is what this is all\nabout? Dozens of people have died because you and Don Refrain have some personal\ngrudge against one another? And now you want me to help you, right? You want me\nto help you kill Don Refrain?”
\nOni Kamaha nodded. “If you help me in this, child, I will leave Megapolis and\nnever return. I offer you everything that you want—The Vampire Queen will be\ngone and Don Refrain will be dead. Your city will once more be safe for its\ncitizens. Truthfully, what more can you desire?”
\nMs. Marvelous thought long and hard before answering. The idea of ridding\nMegapolis of Don Refrain was certainly appealing. For too long, the powerful\ncrime lord had corrupted the city with his evil. He and his minions had\nseemingly tainted all that was good and just. Drugs, extortion, prostitution,\nmurder—The smell of Don Refrain seemed to foul every part of the city that Jody\nhad sworn to protect.
\nAnd more than that, more than the drugs and corruption, was the personal grudge\nthat she now held against Refrain. He and his goons had murdered Solar Flare.\nThey had killed one of her friends and no one-- not the police, not the district\nattorney, not even the mayor-- could do anything about it. Only she could bring\nhim to justice, Jody knew. Only Ms. Marvelous could make sure that Don Refrain\ngot the punishment he so richly deserved.
\nBut Oni Kamaha was also evil. How many innocents had died at the Vampire Queen’s\ncold dead hands, Jody wondered? How many had lost their lives to satisfy her\nlust for human blood? How many had been transformed into her undead servants?
\nA steely resolve glistened in the heroine’s wide blue eyes. “I cannot help you,\nOni Kamaha. As much as I detest Don Refrain and all that he stands for, I cannot\nassist one evil in order to destroy another. You are a vile monster, Vampire\nQueen, and though I may not have the power to do it, I will always strive to\ndefeat you.”
\nThe Dark Mistress did not immediately reply. For a brief moment her countenance\nchanged and she looked very old.
\n“You have made your decision, then, and I shall respect it. But it is said among\nmy people that evil cannot abide evil. The Blood spirits demand that I linger no\nlonger—Don Refrain awaits and time moves quickly, even for an immortal. I will\ngo to his castle and complete my quest without you.”
\nThe Dark Mistress moved toward the exit of the crypt. With a motion of her hand\nshe magically caused the heavy iron door to swing outward. “As for you, my sweet\ncaptive, you are of no further use to me. My servants shall do with you as they\nwill! Farewell forever, Ms. Marvelous!”
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