The slender brunette tugged in frustration on the shackles that held her pinned\nagainst the wall. “Curse that Mr. Zig! Curse him for putting me in this\ndungeon!”
\nShe had been a prisoner of the shackles for nearly half a day. Her wrists were\nlocked overhead. Her ankles were restrained below. Her back was pressed flat\nagainst the cold bricks of a subterranean wall. Fatigue was setting in. Worse,\nshe was hungry.
\n“Not even a slice or bread or a drink of water since I have been here!” the\nbeautiful prisoner said in exasperation. “Just what kind of jail is Don Refrain\nrunning here, anyway?”
\nShe considered that the infamous crime lord might not even be aware of her\npresence in the dank dungeon. Mr. Zig, the brutish butler that had caught her\nsneaking around Othello Manor and put her here, had not seemed like the\ntalkative sort. Perhaps he had failed to notify his boss that one-half of the\ntroublesome M-Girls had been captured.
\n“Well!” the brunette said indignantly. “I may not be Ms. Marvelous, but they\nwill learn soon enough that Elle Mental is not a woman to be scorned!”
\nShe tugged again at the bracelets holding her wrists. Though her mutant strength\nwas incapable of forcing the steel shackles to open, the young super-fem had\nother abilities at her disposal. “Come on, Elle,” she mumbled in determination.\n“You can do this!”
\nSmoldering eyes focused on the short length of chain that connected the bracelet\nholding her left wrist to the wall. A violet aura of mutant energy glowed around\nher lithe body. The aura extended across her hand and over the shackle. It\nembraced the chain. And then, suddenly-- nothing happened?
\n“Damn it all!” the fiery heroine shouted out in disappointment. “Why can’t I do\nthis?” Elle’s telekinetic abilities were revered by her friends and feared by\nher enemies. The power of her mind seemed at times to be nearly unlimited. But\nshe was yet young and inexperienced. Her training had never been completed. In\norder to unleash the full might of her mind she required a totem, a length of\nrope through which she could channel her incredible powers. Without it, she was\nvirtually helpless. “Try again…”
\nIn the past, she had occasionally been able to perform small tasks without the\naid of a rope— moving a pencil across a table, opening the latch on a window or\ndoor, or keeping a small object suspended in the air—but these had amounted to\nlittle more than parlor tricks. Perhaps one day she would learn to take full\nadvantage of her amazing abilities without the need for a totem but that time\nwas not yet at hand.
\n“Do not focus on the chain itself,” a voice in her mind suggested. “Focus on an\nindividual link.” Once again, a violet aura of energy appeared around her\nmagnificent body. Wrinkles of concentration took shape on her high forehead. A\nlink at the center of the chain jostled. It moved slightly from side to side, as\nif caught in a breeze.
\n“The link is basically just a rope,” the heroine tried to convince herself. “A\nvery small rope, made of steel and forged into a loop, but still just a rope--”
\nThe violet light grew brighter. Mutant energy sizzled in the air above Elle’s\nhead. Her brown eyes bulged. Strands of long hair floated out from her scalp.\nThe ends of the link slowly parted. As if by magic, the gap between them grew\nwider. Finally the link straightened, slowly untwisting and unwrapping itself\nfrom its siblings.
\n“Got it!” the girl shouted while pulling her wrist away from the wall.
\nElle reached across her body and tugged on the shackle imprisoning her right\nwrist. Using the strength of both arms, she snapped its chain and yanked the\nshackle away from the wall. She freed her ankles, next.
\n“Free at last, free at last!”
\nThough no longer chained to the wall, the beautiful brunette had no way of\nremoving the steel bracelets from her wrists and ankles.
\n“No doubt Mr. Zig has the key required to unfasten these shackles,” she said\nwhile moving toward the dungeon door. “So until I find him, I will simply have\nto make the best of it and consider these
\nsteel bracelets as my shiny new fashion statement. I hope that no one gets the\nwrong idea and thinks I have some weird bondage fetish!”
\nThe door blocking the exit was reinforced with iron plates. To the young\nheroine’s relief, though, it was unlocked. Without making a sound, she darted\ninto the long hallway beyond. A small light bulb dangled from the ceiling\noutside the door, illuminating the narrow stone passage with a pale and\ncompletely inadequate glow. The heroine knew that she was well underground, deep\nin the bowels of Othello Manor.
\n“I wonder what time it is?” Elle asked aloud while trying to decide which\ndirection to go. “It is just past ten in the evening,” a seductive voice replied\nfrom behind her.
\nThe surprised brunette spun around and raised her hands to the ready position.\nHer heart caught in her throat as she recognized the striking facial features\nand petite build of the woman standing but a few feet away.
\n“Oni Kamaha!” she exclaimed in astonishment.
\n“Have we met before?” the Vampire Queen replied while looking more closely at\nthe girl. “Ah, yes, now I remember—You were one of the prisoners forced to take\npart in the MCT Games on the night of my escape from the Institute for Genetic\nStudies. Your name is… Elle?”
\nThe beautiful brunette kept her hands at the ready. “That’s right—I am Elle\nMental. Ms. Marvelous is my friend and partner.”
\nThe vampire’s eyes narrowed. “Ms. Marvelous, you say? How interesting! Can I\nassume that, like her, you have a dislike for Don Refrain?”
\n“I detest him. I only just escaped from his dungeon, just beyond this door.”\nElle looked at the pale skinned vampire warily. “I warn you, I will not allow\none of Don Refrain’s minions to take me prisoner again--”
\nOni Kamaha smiled. “I can assure you that I do not work for Refrain. He is my\nenemy just as much as he is yours. In fact, I have come here to kill him.\nPerhaps the two of us can join forces and fight him together?”
\n“Join forces?” Elle replied skeptically. “What makes you think that I would\nwillingly join forces with a blood-sucking demoness such as yourself?”
\nThe Dark Mistress paused before answering. Her sinister mind quickly formulated\na deceitful plan. “I have already convinced Ms. Marvelous to assist me,” she\nlied. “If you are indeed her partner, as you claim, then it only makes sense\nthat you should join us, as well. Together, we will ensure that Don Refrain is\nbrought to justice.”
\n“Ms. Marvelous agreed to help you?” Elle asked in surprise. “When did this\nhappen? How--” “Your beautiful friend tracked me to my lair only today. At\nfirst, she wanted to fight. But once I explained that I am in Megapolis on a\nvengeance quest against Don Refrain, she agreed to assist me on the condition\nthat I leave town once the quest has been completed. I am sure that she will be\njoining us very soon.”
\n“But why did she not come with you to begin with?”
\nThe Vampire Queen tried to reassure her young counterpart with a seductive\nsmile. “She mentioned something about an errand that she needed to perform.\nPerhaps she went in search of you? Whatever the reason, I think that she should\narrive sometime soon. In the meantime, we should scout ahead and engage any\nenemy forces that we might encounter. It will be to our advantage if we can\neliminate some of Refrain’s guards before he knows that we are here. Ultimately,\nwe will engage the crime lord and his top lieutenants directly, but for now I\nthink that stealth may be the appropriate tactic.”
\nElle eyed the beautiful vampire suspiciously. She doubted that Ms. Marvelous\nwould have joined Oni willingly. Jody was too good and pure to ever take sides\nin a battle between evils. And yet, there could be no denying that the Dark\nMistress was here, in the cellar of Othello Manor, voicing a desire to kill Don\nRefrain. And despite widespread reports of Jody’s death, the Vampire Queen knew\nthat Ms. Marvelous was still alive. Perhaps they really had met, as Oni claimed,\nand perhaps they really had come to some kind of agreement. Either way, Elle\nfigured it would do no harm to join forces with the immortal Hawaiian princess,\nat least until she discovered what was really going on.
\n“Which way do we go?” she asked while dropping her hands and giving her new\npartner a nod.
\n“I just came from that direction,” Oni answered while pointing down the left\nside of the passage. “I entered through an old and long forgotten maintenance\nhatch. If security for the rest of the building is as lax as it is down here, we\nshall have little difficulty in moving to the higher levels.”
\n“I have already scouted much of the Manor,” Elle replied. “There are a number of\nhigh-tech movement sensors placed at various locations but we should be able to\nskirt them easily enough. The main quarters lie beyond a wide hallway lined with\ngargoyle statues. The atrium is there, as well as the living quarters and Don\nRefrain’s personal studio. Unfortunately, the hallway is blocked by a reinforced\ndoor that is kept locked. And one more thing-- In addition to the normal\nassortment of guards, the grounds are patrolled by a foul-looking hunchback\nnamed Mr. Zig. If we encounter him, do not underestimate his fighting ability.”
\n“Locked doors and guards do not concern me,” the Vampire Queen hissed coldly.\n“No barrier can stand in my way and no hunchback can prevent my passing.”
\nElle shrugged. “In that case, I will allow you to take the point. Lead on and\nmay the fates be with us!”
\nOni moved forward, her dark eyes momentarily glowing a deep, crimson red. As she\npassed by Elle, she silently forced back the instinctual desire to ravish and\nconsume the young brunette’s fabulous body. There would be other opportunities\nto partake of the girl’s sweet blood, the vampire decided. And though a quick\nsnack might briefly enhance her undead powers, it was better, for now, that she\nhave an ally at her side for the battle to come.
\n“It appears that there is a stairway ahead.”
\n“I am relieved to see it,” Elle replied. “The sooner we get out of this cellar,\nthe better!” The two women traveled upward, cautiously traversing a spiral\nstairway that had seemingly been cut out of solid stone. Exactly how far up they\ntraveled was hard to say, but when they finally arrived at the top they\nencountered a heavy wooden door.
\n“It is locked!” the Vampire Queen hissed.
\n“Allow me to assist you,” Elle said while kneeling next to the latch and\nexamining the locking mechanism. “Hmm… yes, this should not be overly\ndifficult--”
\nThe slender brunette raised her right hand and gripped a hidden clasp at the top\nof her costume, at the front of her neck and just under the chin. She pulled\ndownward on the clasp, undoing a micro zipper that ran the length of her chest\nand stomach. She reached under the fabric and quickly removed two tiny wires\nthat had been secured inside.
\nOni licked her lips. Her eyes focused hungrily on the beautiful girl’s\nbronze-tanned cleavage. “I see that your costume is similar in design to that of\nMs. Marvelous.”
\n“We use the same tailor,” Elle confirmed while adjusting the shape of the wires.
\nThe young heroine inserted one of the wires into the top of the lock and gently\nwiggled it back and forth until she located the first tumbler. Working with a\nsensitive and experienced touch, she inserted the second wire into the bottom of\nthe lock and moved it inward until the tumbler released. She repeated the\nprocess and opened several more tumblers inside the mechanism. In no time at\nall, the lock was undone and the door opened.
\n“Nice trick,” Oni said while following her young partner through the door and\ninto the hallway beyond. “Maybe you can show it to me sometime.”
\n“I thought no barrier could stand in your way,” Elle replied jokingly while\nreturning the wires to their holding place and zipping up her costume.
\n“Few doors can hold back the undead,” the Dark Mistress said with an evil growl.\nAs if to prove her point, the vampire waved her hand and the door magically\nslammed shut behind her. “But the ability to pick locks might be useful in the\nright circumstances.”
\nElle swallowed hard. Having spent a lot of time around mutants, she had been\nwitness to many incredible and bizarre powers. But there was something about\nthis Vampire Queen that was different. There was an eternal darkness surrounding\nthe woman. Her aura, if such a thing existed, was sinister and black. No, Elle\ndecided, Oni Kamaha was just plain scary.
\n“It seems that we have found the gargoyle lined hallway that you mentioned,” the\nDark Mistress said while pointing to the stone statues crouching next to the\nwalls.
\n“I will not be able to pick the lock on the door that leads to the atrium,” the\nbeautiful brunette said while trailing behind her fast moving partner. “The lock\nis too complicated to pick with a pair of simple wires. We will need to find the\nkey.”
\n“Does the hunchback have the key?” Oni asked.
\n“Actually, yes,” Elle confirmed in surprise. “Why do you ask?
\n“Because,” the Dark Mistress answered, “if I am not mistaken, that is him right\nthere--” Elle stopped in her tracks and peered into the shadows at the end of\nthe hallway. A bit of movement finally caught her eye.
\n“I see him, now,” she said softly. “But your eyesight is really quite amazing.”
\n“There is no need to whisper,” Oni replied. “He has already seen us. But let us\ndispatch him quickly and retrieve the key. I want very much to see what lies\nbeyond that door!” “I suppose we might as well get it over with,” Elle agreed.\n“But be careful—He is as tough as he is ugly!”
\nThe two women strode forward bravely. Oni took the lead, her petite but fabulous\nbody barely contained within a tight-fitting black leather jumpsuit. A deep slit\ndown the front exposed her pale cleavage brazenly. Her dark hair fell in\nstraight waves across her shoulders and upper back. The strikingly exotic,\nnative Hawaiian features of her face were as cold and emotionless as her dark\nheart. Her black eyes simmered with an unnatural fire.
\nElle walked two steps behind and to the right of her new partner. Her lithe\nfigure moved with the grace and power of a jungle cat. Her violet costume hugged\nher scintillating curves and lines like a second skin. Athletic strength seemed\nto burst forth from the chiseled but feminine muscles of her arms and legs.
\nThe beautiful brunette paused before passing by one of the statues. The gargoyle\nstared up at her mockingly, reminding her of how she had been wrapped across its\nhead and beaten into submission earlier that day. The all too fresh memories\nmade her back throb and her stomach muscles tighten.
\n“Time for a rematch, Mr. Zig!” she cried out while turning away from the\ngargoyle statue and proceeding toward the end of the hall. “Come out and face\nme!”
\nA massive figure emerged from the shadows. “You again?” it said in a gravely\nvoice. “I don’t know how you escaped the dungeon, but you will soon be returned.\nAnd I see that you have brought a friend—No matter! There is room enough in the\ndungeon for both of you!”
\nOni looked upon the misshapen figure of the large man and scowled. “By all that\nis unholy, you are ugly! Were I to sleep for a hundred years and wake up\nstarving, I would not feed on one such as you!” “Do not underestimate him!” Elle\nwarned again. “His knuckles are bony knobs and his fists strike like hammers!”
\n“He is nothing,” the Vampire Queen said with disdain. “I shall finish him\nquickly so that we may retrieve the key from his pocket and proceed to the main\nquarters.”
\nThe ogre-like monstrosity moved closer to his adversaries. He was anxious to\nonce again get his massive hands on the lovely Elle Mental, but the Hawaiian\ngirl was blocking his path. He swung for her head, a looping overhand strike\nthat would surely drive her into the floor like a railman’s spike. Instead, and\nto his displeasure, the sultry young woman nimbly dodged to the side and avoided\nthe powerful blow.
\n“You’re quick!” the hunchback said with a smile. “But so am I!”
\nHe leapt forward and grabbed the pale Hawaiian by her shoulders. He lifted her\noff the ground and held her before him. His huge hands seemed almost to swallow\nthe svelte figure of the petite girl. Her athletic body writhed back and forth\nin a futile attempt to escape. An expression of anger grew on her face.
\n“Let go of me at once, impudent beast!” she snarled.
\n“As you wish!”
\nMr. Zig flung the girl into the wall with the entirety of his impressive\nstrength. She crashed into the bricks with devastating force. Her body collapsed\nto the floor like a throw rug. But to his surprise, she slowly rose to one knee.\nShe gripped her left shoulder and winced in pain. Her eyes glowed red as she\nglared up at him.
\nThe hunchback moved to finish the girl off. His large fingers clenched together\nto form a fist. The clumps of bone growing out of his knuckles were a dangerous\nweapon. He was sure that with a single blow he could finish off the troublesome\nyoung wench.
\n“Now you shall pay the price for trespassing in Don Refrain’s home--”
\nWith a burst of super-speed, Oni moved faster than the hunchback’s eyes could\neven follow. His fist swiped at the empty air. A confused look appeared on his\nmisshapen features. “What? Where did she go?”
\n“Behind you, fool!” the Vampire Queen snarled.
\nOni waited for the hunchback to turn around before driving a hard right into his\nlarge gut. Her fist hammered off of his twisted ribs. The blow was powerful\nenough to kill most humans. To her disbelief, though, the big man merely\ngrunted.
\n“Witch!” Mr. Zig yelled while bitch-slapping the vampire across the hallway.
\n“Leave her alone!” Elle Mental shouted while leaping into the fray and snapping\nback the man’s head with a quick one-two. The beautiful brunette followed up\nwith a spectacular series of kicks and punches that drove her foe backward. She\nrocked him with a right. She staggered him with a left. She doubled him over\nwith a powerful kick to the stomach.
\n“This time I will beat you!” the heroine declared while launching yet another\nattack. “You will not be able to--”
\nElle’s words were cut short as her foe’s massive hand clamped down over her\nface. He picked her up by her head and easily supported her one hundred and\ntwenty pound frame with his tree branch like arm. With an ugly smirk on his\nabhorrent face, he squeezed her supermodel-like features between his thick\nfingers. The heroine struggled valiantly, her hands tearing at the man’s fingers\nin a vain effort to get free. Her legs flailed wildly in a failed attempt to\nkick him. The sound of her screams were muffled by his clammy palm. Pain began\nto tear through her skull. Was Mr. Zig really this strong, she wondered? Would\nhe be able to crush her skull in his massive paw?
\nThe slender beauty began to brown out. Her legs stopped kicking. Her feet\ndangled off of the ground. Her hands fell away from his and hung limply at her\nsides. She groaned, a sad, miserable groan that could barely be heard.
\n“I will lock you up better, this time,” Mr. Zig said victoriously. “You will not\nescape the dungeon a second time--”
\n“Let go of her!” Oni Kamaha said while leaping onto the man’s twisted back.
\nMr. Zig cried out in pain as the vampire’s sharp fingernails ripped across his\ngrotesque face. Desperate to defend himself, he flung Elle Mental to the side\nand groped with both hands over his head. He tried to grab the girl riding his\nhump but she skillfully remained out of reach. Her fingernails felt like the\nclaws of a lioness as they ripped across his oily skin for a second time.
\n“Witch!” he shouted in frustration. “Do you think to make me even uglier than I\ncurrently am?” “That would be impossible,” Oni replied while shifting her\nposition atop her foe’s mountainous back and squeezing his torso with her\nvise-like legs. “But I do want to kill you!”
\nMr. Zig yelped as the claws of his undead foe scraped across his throat. His\npoorly fitting shirt was becoming soaked with blood. This girl did not fight\nlike most heroines, he learned. This girl was different. She was evil. Perhaps\nshe really did want to kill him.
\nThe hideous hunchback was becoming frantic. The demoness riding his back was\nripping him to shreds with her razor sharp talons. In desperation, he thrust his\nmassive body backward against the stone wall of the hallway. His bony hump\nslammed against the hard bricks, squashing the girl in-between. Her claws came\naway from his face and neck. He slammed against the wall a second time. Her grip\non his back became slack. He slammed against the wall a third time and she\ngroaned in pain. Finally, the dazed witch slumped over his shoulder. He reached\nup and grabbed her by the wrist. He pulled her petite body forward and smashed\nher down on the hard floor at his feet.
\n“I am going to crush you!” he shouted while stomping his right foot into the\ncenter of the girl’s ample cleavage.
\nA few feet away, Elle struggled to her feet and looked on in horror as Mr. Zig\nprepared to drive his massive fists down into Oni’s face. She knew that she had\nto ignore the pain jabbing through her skull and do something. She had to save\nher new partner before it was too late.
\n“Get off of her!” she shouted while rushing forward.
\nThe lithe brunette leapt high into the air. She cocked her long legs and vaulted\noff of the wall toward the mammoth hunchback. She snapped her left foot forward\nwith all the strength she could muster. It slammed off the back of his head like\na sledgehammer. So powerful was the amazing kick that Mr. Zig was sent tumbling\nhead over heals through the air. He crashed back to earth six feet away and slid\ninto the base of one of the gargoyle statues.
\nOni quickly rose to her feet and stood next to the fetching heroine. “You were\nright when you said he is tougher than he looks. Are all of Don Refrain’s men so\npowerful?”
\n“Some are,” Elle replied while walking to where the grotesque butler lay. His\neyes were closed. She leaned over him and reached down with her hand. She tapped\na couple of times on his forehead to make sure he was finished. “Hello? Anyone\nhome?”
\n“It would appear that he is unconscious,” Oni said while kneeling next to Mr.\nZig’s enormous and twisted figure. “Shall I rip out his throat and finish the\nmatter?”
\nElle looked at her counterpart in horror. “I do not think it is necessary to\nkill him. But perhaps we should retrieve the key and get moving before he wakes\nup.”
\nThe Vampire Queen reached into the man’s pocket. “Here it is,” she said while\nremoving a large key and tossing it to her partner. “Perhaps you would do the\nhonors?”
\nElle walked to the large door at the end of the hall. She inserted the key and\ngave it a twist. The enormous lock seemed reluctant to give, but with a loud\ngroan it finally turned over. The slender brunette cautiously pushed back the\niron latch and turned the knob. She slipped through to the other side.
\n“This is the atrium,” Elle whispered while closing the door behind her\ndark-haired counterpart. “Though I must say, it looks quite different from when\nI was here last.”
\nThe gorgeous brunette quickly scanned the cavernous room. At first, she felt\ndisoriented, as if she was not where she expected to be. Certainly, the room was\nlarge enough to be the atrium that she remembered from her first visit to\nOthello Manor some months before—The ceiling was several floors overhead and the\nrectangular floor was more than fifty feet across. An elaborate stairway\nconstructed against the stone wall led to balconies above. The balconies, in\nturn, led away to higher floors and the living quarters of the residents. These\nthings, at least, were as she remembered them. But everything else was quite\ndifferent.
\nThe far wall, which had once been home to dozens of large-screen televisions,\nnow stood empty. Its blackened surface still bore the scars of smoke and fire\ndamage. The interior garden, which had once contained three massive aspen trees,\nhad been removed. No longer did leafy ferns and fragrant flowers dominate the\ninterior of the atrium. No longer did plush chairs and oriental carpets line the\nonce beautiful garden’s edge.
\n“This is very different,” Elle said again. “Not at all like I remember it.”
\n“There are signs of recent construction,” Oni said while pointing to a large\nscaffolding that had been set up near the wall. “Perhaps Refrain is remodeling.”
\nElle looked at the large piles of lumber and bricks that were stacked beneath\nthe scaffolding. “The fire must have gutted the place. Still, it seems that\nRefrain is storing more than just construction materials here.”
\nAs noticeable as the missing plants and furnishings were the tall stacks of\ncrates and boxes that cluttered the room. Row after row of large wooden\ncontainers made the room seem more like a warehouse than an atrium. Elle\ncarefully made her way to one of the dimly lit aisles formed by the stacks of\nboxes. A claustrophobic feeling made goose bumps rise on her darkly tanned\nskinned.
\n“What do we have here?” she asked while pulling back the lid to one of the\nboxes. “It would appear to be ammunition,” Oni said while peering inside. “And\nthe boxes over here contain rifles!”
\nElle’s eyes narrowed. This was the reason she had come to Othello Manor in the\nfirst place. At last, she had found the hidden cache of weapons being stockpiled\nby Don Refrain. “Grenades, rocket launchers, machine guns—There is enough here\nto start World War III!” “All the more reason to put an end to Refrain’s\nmiserable existence,” Oni said with a growl. “Let us track him down and finish\nthe matter!”
\nElle followed her anxious friend’s gaze toward a door at the near end of the\nroom. She could hear the sound of voices emanating from beyond.
\n“Refrain’s parlor and studio are through there,” she whispered. “He will have\nhis goons nearby, I suspect, and there may be too many of them for us to handle.\nWe should wait for Ms. Marvelous before we proceed.”
\nThe Dark Mistress’s eyes glowed red at the mention of the blonde heroine’s name.\n“But why? Surely we can handle Don Refrain and his men by ourselves!”
\n“Please--” Elle said while ducking behind a crate, “--keep your voice down. We\ndo not want to attract attention to ourselves. And no, I think we should wait.\nWe could use the reinforcements and you said yourself that she should not be\nlong.”
\n“Ms. Marvelous is not coming,” the Vampire Queen finally admitted. “I only said\nthat to get you to help me.”
\n“What?” Elle asked in surprise. “Not coming? But you said--”
\n“I asked Ms. Marvelous to join forces with me. I offered her everything that she\ncould desire, and more. I offered the destruction of her greatest enemy. I\noffered to leave Megapolis once the task was completed. I even offered to\nrelieve her of her wretched weakness to erotic stimulation. Still, she refused.\nIt was probably the right choice, in retrospect. Little did she know that had\nshe accepted, I
\nwould have turned her into an undead minion and forced her to serve me forever.”\nElle could not hide the look of shock on her face. “Where is she now? What did\nyou do with her?”
\nThe Dark Mistress bared her fangs and scowled at the young heroine. “She is\ndead. I left her to serve as an appetizer for my children. At this very moment,\nher magnificent body is being consumed by them.”
\n“You lie!” Elle shouted in anger. “Ms. Marvelous is too strong. She cannot be\ndefeated by--” “Did you not see me beat your friend during our match at the MCT\ngames?” Oni asked with a shrill laugh. “Do you doubt for a moment that I was\nable to do so again? And my children, devil-spawn nearly as strong as myself—Do\nyou doubt that they could subdue and make a meal of her? I tell you, I left her\nchained and defenseless. She could not have survived such an encounter. She is\ndead!” Elle stepped away from the demoness and tried to control the myriad of\nemotions-- hatred, shock, sadness-- building in her heart. Could it be, she\nwondered? Had Ms. Marvelous really perished at the hands of Oni’s undead\nchildren? Thoughts of the fight at the Institute for Genetic Studies, when Jody\nhad been defeated by the Vampire Queen, were still fresh in her memory. Could\nthe gorgeous blonde have somehow survived an encounter with two of the Queen’s\ndevilish offspring? “Oh, god!” the slender brunette thought. “First Solar Flare\nand now Jody! All of my friends are gone! Is this the end of the M-Girl’s?”
\nElle’s fingers clenched into tight balls. The tears rolling down her cheeks were\nnearly boiling. Her heart was beating fast and hard in her chest. Her despair\nwas matched only by her rage. “You are a vile and evil creature!” she screamed\nat the vampire. “You will be made to pay for what you have done!”
\nThe Dark Mistress laughed evilly while parrying away the girl’s blows.\nDisplaying the athletic prowess of a wild cat, she back-flipped out of harm’s\nway and leapt onto a large crate. “I should have known better than to seek the\nassistance of a mortal,” she snarled. “You are all alike—weak and short-sighted.\nYou are slaves to your emotions. You are incapable of seeing the larger picture.\nDon Refrain is the real enemy. What are the lives of a few innocents when\ncompared to the chance to see him destroyed? I offer his life in trade for your\nassistance and you turn me down? First, Ms. Marvelous and now you? You are\nungrateful wretches, all of you. So, join your friend! Join Ms. Marvelous in\ndeath!”
\nElle stood her ground as the Vampire Queen leapt down from the box and engaged\nher in battle. The two women locked hands and struggled with one another. Oni’s\nstrength was greater but Elle’s rage fueled a fierce resistance. With arms and\nlegs entwined, they fell to the floor and rolled across the ground. They were\nface to face, glaring into each other’s eyes. One girl would momentarily gain\nthe advantage and get on top, then the other. It was a desperate fight between\ntwo black widows, each trying to pin the other to the ground.
\nFinally, Elle took command. She flung the Vampire Queen’s petite form backward\ninto the crate. The box crumbled beneath the impact and buried Oni beneath\nstacks of neatly folded military uniforms. “Return to hell, demon!”
\nThe lithe heroine jumped onto her foe with the ferocity of a tiger. She pushed\nback the uniforms and uncovered the slender figure of her opponent. She pelted\nthe woman with powerful punches. The thuds of her fists against the woman’s\nvoluptuous figure resounded through the atrium. “Take that!” she cried while\nraining down another series of blows.
\nAt last, the Vampire Queen was able to raise her legs and get her feet beneath\nthe rampaging heroine. With an upward thrust she launched the brunette backward.\nThe girl flew high into the air. Oni watched in satisfaction as the girl crashed\nback first down on top of another crate.
\nElle groaned in pain as her back wrapped over the top of the unforgiving box.\nThis crate was not loaded with the soft cotton uniforms that had padded her\nopponent’s fall, but rather packed with steel casings and ammunition. Her head\nwhip lashed over an edge. Her arms lay flat at her sides. Her lower legs dangled\nover the side and her feet fell limply toward the floor.
\n“It will take more than that to finish me…” a dazed Elle said bravely while\nlifting her head up. “All I need is a second to recover and then--”
\nSuddenly, Oni was above her. The vampire’s hands grasped the sides of her face.\nCold lips smothered her own. Elle was helpless to resist. She moaned softly as\nthe kiss quickly sapped her willpower. Her athletic body went limp on top of the\ncrate. Her eyes took on a glazed, semi-conscious appearance.
\n“Foolish girl,” the Dark Mistress whispered while finally breaking the\ndevastating lip lock. “Unlike Ms. Marvelous, who was once infused with the power\nof the Blood Spirits and is protected by them still, I do not need your consent\nto turn you into one of my servants. I will force you to give in to me and once\nyour willpower has been broken, I will drain the blood and the life from your\nincredible body—But do not be overly concerned. I will bring you back as one of\nmy kind. You will be immortal, my child, and completely obedient to my will.”
\n“No…” Elle moaned almost inaudibly.
\n“What’s this?” Oni asked in surprise. “You resist the kiss? No matter—A few\nstrokes of my fingers across your amazing body should quickly sap what remains\nof your willpower.” The vile seductress stood beside the box, near Elle’s\ndrooping head. Her nimble fingers quickly located the hidden micro-zipper\nrunning the length of the heroine’s chest. She slid the clasp downward and\npulled the fabric to the sides. The young brunette’s large breasts popped out of\nher costume and stood high on her chest.
\n“My, you are a healthy girl,” Oni said while teasing the heroine’s soft mounds\nwith the tips of her talon-like fingernails. “This may prove to be more\npleasurable than I anticipated.” The Dark Mistress dove onto the girl’s tits\nhungrily, lapping her tongue across the pink nipples as if enjoying a matching\npair of ice cream cones on a hot summer day. She resisted the urge to bite,\nknowing that the blood would taste so much sweeter once the nipples were swollen\nand firm. It would not take long, she knew. Oni had been doing this to young\nwomen for almost two hundred years and knew how to touch them in just the right\nway to maximize their arousal.
\n“Just relax,” she said to the defenseless heroine. “It will be over very soon.”
\nElle’s body was paralyzed. Her lower legs, dangling over the edge of the box,\nwere non responsive to her mental commands. Her hands could barely move. She\ncould not lift her head. It drooped over the side of the box and arched her neck\npainfully. Her throat was completely exposed, the young heroine knew. There was\nnothing to prevent Oni from biting into her jugular vein and draining her life’s\nblood.
\nYet the Dark Mistress did not seem at all interested in biting her neck, Elle\ndiscovered. Instead, the vile seductress was focusing all of her energies on the\nyoung heroine’s ample boobs. The beautiful brunette moaned softly as her breasts\nwere massaged and teased. The feeling of her evil opponent’s sharp fingernails\ngrazing the top of her skin ever so softly filled the girl with emotions that\nshe would rather not be feeling. The sensation of her foe’s rough tongue quickly\nand expertly lapping across her swelling nipples filled her with unwanted\necstasy.
\n“No…” Elle whimpered as the erotic torture of her breasts continued. “I am not…\na lesbian…”
\nBut Elle’s sexual orientation did not seem to matter. So talented was her\ndevilish opponent’s technique that the young brunette’s paralyzed body seemed\nnot to care that its tormentor was a woman. The feeling of the fingers stroking\nher skin was almost unbearable. The sensation of the vampire’s mouth sucking on\nher nipples was excruciating.
\n“Almost ready,” Oni whispered anxiously while testing the firmness of her\nvictim’s nipples. Elle knew that she was helpless. The devastating kiss of the\nvampire had destroyed her will to resist. Like so many victims of the Dark\nMistress before her, the lithe heroine gave in to her fate. She sighed in\nresignation. She was now willing to trade her life for the brief moment of\nglorious sexual pleasure promised by her new queen.
\n“Yes…” the beautiful heroine moaned, “…do not stop…”
\nEncouraged by her victim’s consent, the Vampire Queen attacked the girl’s\nbreasts with renewed energy. One after the other, she pursed the heroine’s\nhardening nipples between her cold lips and pulled upward on the tiny buds. Her\npredatory instincts told her that the girl was very nearly ready. Her experience\nas a seductress told her that Elle Mental’s fabulous body had reached its peak\nlevel of sexual arousal.
\n“The time is at hand,” Oni said while bearing her fangs. “Say goodbye to the\nlife that you knew and prepare for the new, immortal, life that is to come…”
\nThe Vampire Queen leaned over the girl’s left breast. She softly cupped the\nwonderful mound between her hands. She secured the nipple with the surface of\nher tongue to hold it steady. She pressed the tips of her stiletto fangs into\nthe soft flesh. She prepared to make the bite. She enjoyed the anticipation of\nthe pleasure that was to come—
\n“What’s this?” a male voice said from behind her. “Trespassers in the Manor?”
\n“Looks like a pair of whores having a bit of fun,” a second voice replied.
\nOni whipped around and glared angrily at the intruders. “Who dares to interrupt\nthe Vampire Queen as she is about to feed?”
\nThe men glanced at each other and shrugged. “She is a bit crazy in the head, if\nyou ask me, Rocko. Maybe we should kick off the alarm and get some help down\nhere?”
\n“I think we can handle the sexy whore, Smitty,” the second man replied while\ngazing lustfully at the Hawaiian girl’s curvaceous cleavage. “Besides, ever\nsince Ms. Marvelous trashed me at the pool party, I have been wanting another\nshot at one of these super-bitches. And if I am not mistaken, that’s Elle Mental\nstretched out across the crate—Looks pretty wiped out, too, which is just the\nway I like them.”
\nOni bared her fangs and growled fiercely at the men. “She is mine! Run away and\nhide or I shall make meals out of you, as well!”
\n“Whoa!” Smitty declared while staring in disbelief at the trespasser’s fearsome\ncanines. “I guess I won’t be sticking my dick in there!”
\n“Yeah, but she has a nice rack on her,” Rocko answered. “And whether she is some\nkind of vampire or not, I’m willing to bet that she will be a good fuck. What do\nyou think, shall we give her a try? I’ll even let you go down on her first!”
\n“Sounds good!” Smitty said while moving toward the leather-clad girl. “I didn’t\nfare all that well against Ms. Marvelous, either. But I have never seen this\nchick before. Except for the Halloween teeth, she doesn’t look all that tough.”
\nThe large thug was surprised that the beautiful girl did not raise her hands and\ndefend herself. He fired a pair of wicked punches at her head. Both missed by a\nfraction of an inch. He let go with two more strikes. These barely missed, as\nwell.
\n“If I didn’t know better,” he growled angrily, “I would think you were just\nplaying with me!” The vampire’s eyes glowed red. “You are not even worth my\ntime, pathetic human.” A pale hand shot forward with the speed of a lightning\nbolt. Five powerful fingers grabbed the
\nsurprised man around his throat. His heavy mass was lifted off the ground as if\nit weighed no more than a feather. And though his female foe made no apparent\nmovement, the large man’s body was thrust backward and crashed violently at the\nfeet of his partner.
\n“Shit!” Smitty said while scrambling to his feet. “She is a lot stronger than\nshe looks!” Rocko agreed. “Maybe calling in some reinforcements isn’t such a bad\nidea, after all.”
\nThe big goon reached into his back pocket and removed a small walkie-talkie.\n“This is Rocko down in the atrium. Um, we got a situation down here. Some\nsuper-skank is causing trouble. Smitty and I got her cornered but we could\nprobably use a hand.”
\nThe thug returned the radio to his pocket and took a fighting stance. He glared\nat the trespasser confidently. “You may be strong but our friends will be here\nin less than a minute. You might as well give up.”
\nOni smiled wickedly and stepped toward her outclassed foes. She raised her right\nhand and clicked her fearsome fingernails together threateningly. “It will take\nless time than that for me to rip your throats out.”
\nRocko swallowed hard and tried to control the fear that was suddenly gripping\nhis heart. He was not a cowardly man—He had stood his ground and battled against\nsuper-heroes and mutants before. But none had ever made him feel as frightened\nas did this new enemy.
\n“Stay back!” he shouted while pulling a pistol from his pocket. “Stay back or I\nwill--” The Hawaiian girl moved with the speed of a cobra. Her strike was just\nas deadly. The pistol fell from Rocko’s hand. He looked down at his arm in\ndisbelief. He gripped the torn flesh with his opposite hand in a futile effort\nto hold back the blood spurting from a grievous wound.
\n“What have you done to me?” he shouted in pain.
\nOni did not immediately answer. She raised her right hand to her face and slowly\nlicked a trail of crimson blood from the razor sharp talons. “I usually do not\nplay with my food,” she said with a sinister chuckle. “But in your case I cannot\nhelp myself.”
\nSmitty rushed forward to defend his injured friend. He slammed a meaty ham fist\noff of the side of the woman’s jaw. Her head snapped to the side but she\nremained standing. She glared at him with burning red eyes.
\n“How dare you?”
\nA back-handed swipe sent the big thug sailing backward through the air. He\ncrashed into a stack of crates ten feet away. He crumpled to the floor and\nlooked up at his attacker in dazed amazement. “You are as freaking strong as Ms.\nMarvelous!”
\n“And so much more vicious,” Oni answered with a chuckle. “But it would seem that\nyour reinforcements have arrived just in time to save you from further\nhumiliation. For the moment, that is.” The Vampire Queen turned to face the\ngroup of newcomers but continued to casually lick her bloody talons as if she\ndid not have a care in the world.
\n“So,” the obese man at the front of the group said in a booming voice. “The Dark\nLord of the Undead has finally sent an emissary to negotiate with me, has he? I\nshould have known that the coward would rely on a servant rather than come\nhimself.”
\n“I am no mere servant, Don Refrain,” the Vampire Queen hissed. “I am my master’s\nmistress. And I have not come to negotiate-- I have come to slay you.”
\nThe white-clad figure of the crime boss shook with laughter. “Then you have\nfailed miserably, my dear. To attack me in my own home was a foolish mistake.\nLook around you—I am surrounded by my best fighters. Prince Lomac is here, as is\nmy lovely daughter, Nev. Mikey and Griffon are both at my side. And of course,\nmy bodyguard, Gravestone, is always nearby. You may be a vampire, but what hope\ndo you have of--”
\nRefrain’s voice trailed off as he spotted the limp body of Elle Mental lying\nacross the top of the ammunition crate. His eyes scanned her lithe figure,\npausing momentarily to look upon her bare and swollen breasts.
\n“Ah, but what is this? The sole remaining M-Girl is in my house, as well? And\nbeaten into submission, it would appear. How did this happen? Did the two of you\ngirls have an argument? Did you have a spat?”
\nOni glanced at the defenseless and half naked body of the beautiful brunette.\n“It does not matter—She is a foolish and impetuous girl. I do not need her\nassistance to defeat your motley legion of thugs.”
\n“Is she really a vampire?” an injured Rocko asked while taking refuge behind the\nothers. “I did not think that such creatures really existed--”
\n“Oh, they exist,” Don Refrain replied. “In my younger days, I made the mistake\nof trusting their leader during a drug deal we did in Hawaii. The Lord of the\nUndead turned out to be a less than ideal choice for a partner.”
\nOni hissed angrily. “It was you that betrayed us, Refrain! You tried to murder\nmy master as he slept!”
\nThe obese crime boss paused, as if trying to remember. He tapped the brass\nhandle of his walking stick against the palm of his hand. “Now that you mention\nit, my lovely guest, I think you are right—I did try to have him murdered. I\nnever liked sharing the profits, don’t you know? A shame that it did not work\nout. Still, perhaps after tonight we can consider the matter to be equitably\nresolved. After all, his pathetic attempt to have me killed has not worked out\neither. Lomac, do your job and dispose of this pale wench.”
\nThe Warlord of Riberia nodded toward his boss and eagerly stepped forward. “We\nonce had vampires in my home country. We eradicated the vermin long ago. But I\nnever realized just how beautiful they could be.”
\nOni did not like the way the man was eyeing her cleavage. The deep slit down the\nfront of her leather jumpsuit revealed a lot of skin, though normally the\nVampire Queen was not modest about such things. But there was something about\nthis Prince, something that made her feel an unexpected tingling of an emotion\nthat she had not experienced in almost two hundred years. “Was it trepidation?”\nshe wondered while trying to remember what trepidation felt like. “Was it fear?”
\n“Stay back, mortal!” the Vampire Queen demanded while raising her hands and\nclicking her claws together.
\nTo Oni’s surprise, the Prince seemed almost amused by her warning. She examined\nhim more closely, trying to gauge what it was about him that made her feel so\nuneasy. The man was clearly a superb athlete. Well-formed muscles bulged beneath\na tight-fitting gold and purple bodysuit. His short cut, curly brown hair and\nboyish good looks gave him an attractive appearance, not unlike the appearance\nshe preferred in the men she hunted down and killed to satisfy her never-ending\nbloodlust. But there was something else about him, something that made her feel\nunsure, even intimidated--
\n“It is his eyes!” she finally decided. “His eyes have the look of a hunter! Of a\npredator!” Indeed, the Prince’s eyes seemed to flicker with a never-ending\nhunger that was surely a match for the Vampire Queen’s own bloodlust. Most women\nwould never notice, Oni was sure, but due to her undead powers she could see it\nas clearly as if it were stamped on his forehead. Yet, Lomac did not lust for\nblood, as she did. Instead, his passion was something even more sinister. This\nman, she could tell, was driven by pure sexual hunger. The Prince was not an\nordinary hunter—He was a sexual predator. The intensity of the lust burning in\nthe man’s eyes frightened the Dark Mistress. She was accustomed to men being\ndrawn to her, accustomed to the desire they felt for her perfectly sculpted\nbody. She was the Vile Seductress, after all. But she had always been in\ncontrol. She used sex as a weapon, as bait to draw her victims into her web. But\nthis man was different. This man insisted that he be in control. This man\ninsisted that he be the predator and she be the prey.
\n“Blood Spirits protect me!” Oni shouted out while sending forth a surge of her\namazing power through her hands. “Bind my enemy with bonds of blood!”
\nPrince Lomac’s eyes opened wide in surprise as a crimson cord of solid plasma\ncut through the air toward his chest. It wrapped around his body like a lariat,\npinning his arms and driving him to the ground. His powerful muscles strained\nagainst the cord but he was helpless to escape its vise-like grip.
\n“Blast!” he cried out as the cord wrapped tighter around his thick figure. “What\nis this madness?”
\n“My blood bonds shall hold you captive until I command otherwise,” the Vampire\nQueen stated victoriously. “You will not be able to break free no matter how\nhard you struggle.” “Damn!” Refrain cursed in an uncharacteristic fit of anger.\n“You have beaten my best man! But no matter, I have others that can take up the\nfight. You will never win, Vampire Queen!” A terrifying snarl sent a chill of\nfear up the spines of Oni’s opponents. “Your army of goons mean nothing to me,\nRefrain! By the strength of the Blood Spirits, I swear that I shall feast on\nyour heart!”
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