Ms. Marvelous flew through the night sky with thoughts of the MCT tearing her at\nmind. On the one hand, she was angry-- very angry. The blue-uniformed soldiers\nhad attacked and molested her friend. They were no better than cheap thugs,\ntaking advantage of others and concealing their evil behind a badge of false\njustice.
\nOn the other hand, she felt terribly disappointed. The MCT was not, it turned\nout, the ally in her battle against crime that she had originally thought it to\nbe. Jody knew that she should not feel the way she did. She had never actually\ntalked to members of the Mutant Capture Team, after all. She had never actually\ninvestigated what they did with the super-humans they took, sometimes with her\nhelp, into custody. She had never questioned their motivations or objectives.\nNever the less, she now felt as if she had been betrayed by an old and trusted\nfriend.
\nThe MCT were supposed to be part of the Megapolis City Police Department. At\nleast, that was what she had always understood. Their purpose was to protect the\ncitizens of the city from super powered criminals, those individuals who,\nbecause of their enhanced abilities, were beyond the reach of normal police\nofficers. It seemed like a noble and worthwhile endeavor and not unlike the\nefforts of the blonde super-heroine herself. But now, she knew that it was all a\nlie.
\nMajor Justice, the arrogant leader of the MCT, had told her the truth. The MCT\nwas only marginally associated with the police department. In fact, it was a\nsecret government agency tasked with the capture of all proto-humans. The\ngovernment was frightened, Jody realized. It perceived the great powers welded\nby mutants and other super-humans to be a threat to its own security. It did not\nmatter that most genetically enhanced people were not criminals. It did not\nmatter that they were citizens and had rights that were protected by the\nConstitution. It did not matter that they were anything but dangerous. All that\nmattered was the perception of a threat. The MCT was the government’s answer to\nthat threat.
\nBut the police were supposed to protect people, damn it! The government was\nsupposed to be something in which the people could trust. Organizations like the\nMCT were a betrayal of that trust. Organizations like the MCT had to be stopped.
\nCould she really have been so naïve, Jody wondered? If not for finding her\nfriend, Elle, almost raped by MCT soldiers, would she have continued believing\nthat the Mutant Capture Team was a force for good? The heroine shook her head,\nreminding herself not to be so trustful. During her brief stint as a crime\nfighter, she had uncovered other, equally disturbing, issues. Corruption within\nthe police department and the district attorney’s office were now known to her.\nGovernment agencies like the MCT and the Agent-X Program had their own, dark\nagendas. People in positions of trust, of stewardship— people with power—people\nthat were supposed to be serving the citizenry were instead serving their own\nevil needs.
\nThe super-heroine angrily vowed not to be so gullible in the future. She would\nnot trust every man that wore a uniform or held a public office. At the very\nleast, she would not be so surprised when the alternative, evil motivations of\nsuch people were uncovered.
\nBut it would be difficult. By nature, Jody Walker was a trusting individual.\nThough she battled evil on a daily basis and though she saw the dark side of\nhumanity over and over again, her first inclination was always to give people\nthe benefit of the doubt. She wanted desperately to find the good in people. She\nwanted desperately to find people she could trust.
\nJody refused to believe that the world was not a good place. Yes, a few evil\npeople smudged it with their filth, but most people, and therefore most of the\nworld, were good. It had to be that way. If not, then what was there that was\nworth fighting for?
\nThe heroine made a mental note to further investigate the MCT. Maybe Joel Reiner\ncould provide some information, she hoped. Maybe he was a man she could trust.\nHe had always come through for her before.
\nPier Fifteen was below. She began her descent and headed for the far end of the\nwharf. Though a slanted roof covered the pier, she would be able to slip in\nacross the side railing easily enough. She and Joel had met at this location\nseveral times before, so she was familiar with the layout.
\nThough such meetings with the reporter were rare, they were not out of the\nordinary. The two allies supplied one another with information. Jody used the\ninfo to help her track down criminals. Joel used it to spice up his column in\nthe Gazette. Both benefited from the arrangement and had grown comfortable with\nthe circumstances behind their relationship.
\nShe had found out about this evening’s meeting in the usual way, a classified\nadvertisement in the Gazette offering to sell an old automobile. The time and\nlocation of the meeting were listed in the ad using a simple code that both she\nand Joel understood. But she had no idea what he might want to discuss. It\ndidn’t matter, really. She always enjoyed talking to the reporter.
\nHer slender form touched down on the surface of the pier, beneath the high, wood\nand metal ceiling. “That’s odd,” she said to herself. “Joel is not here.”
\nThe heroine shrugged without much concern. Unlike her, the reporter could not\nfly—he had to deal with midtown traffic just like everyone else. And, in any\ncase, she figured that it might still be a few minutes before the hour. She did\nnot wear a watch while in costume and getting places at the right time was\nsometimes hit or miss.
\nThe leggy beauty leaned against one of the many large crates that crowded the\npier and began to wait. A dingy bell could be heard from across the river. The\nsound of small waves lapping at the legs of the pier fifteen feet below was\nrelaxing. In the distance, a barge horn cut through the clear night air like a\nbaritone sax. The river was calm. The isolation was actually rather pleasant,\nJody mulled to herself, and she began to hope that Joel would take his time\nbefore interrupting it.
\nBut another sound suddenly drew the champion’s attention. She tilted her head\nand peered down the length of the dock, back toward the shore. At first, she did\nnot see anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual mix of boxes and crates,\nunloaded during the previous day from the barges that frequented the pier with\ntheir payloads. Thick ropes, used for moving the heavy cargo, cluttered the\nplanks of the wharf and dangled from pulleys overhead. It didn’t seem like there\nwas anything out of the ordinary--
\nThe sound came forth again, high and shrill like the cry of a cat or a—baby?\nJody’s eyes followed the noise, searching for its source. There! It seemed to be\ncoming from a small open space in the middle of the pier. The heroine could see\na small bundle there, lying on the planks.
\nJody quickly walked toward the bundle. What would a baby be doing out here and\nall alone? Where was its mother? Who had left it here?
\n“There, there,” she spoke soothingly to the bundle as she leaned over and\ncarefully picked it off the ground. “It will be all right. Don’t cry. I’ve got\nyou--”
\nThe bundle was lightweight, too lightweight to be a baby. Jody pulled away the\nwraps and stared at the plastic face beneath. “A doll? This is all very\nbizarre!”
\nShe looked around, wanting to see if there was anyone else nearby. Why would a\ndoll be on the pier, she wondered? Surely the workmen that were here unloading\nbarges during the day had not dropped it. Her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of\nmovement beside one of the crates twenty feet away. It looked to be a man\ncrouching there. He had something in his hand, a small device of some kind.\n“Hello? What are you doing there? Do you know anything about this doll--”
\nThe man’s thumb pressed down on the device, activating a switch. Ms. Marvelous\nheard the sound of a rope dashing through a pulley over her head. Her eyes found\nthe rope and followed its length to where it stretched down from the pulley to\nthe planks below. The rope was looped and formed a large, irregular circle some\nten feet in diameter. Too late, the heroine realized that she was standing in\nthe middle of the circle. It was a trap! Pulled taught by some unseen weight and\ncracking like a whip, the circle of rope rushed inward until it wrapped tightly\naround the surprised heroine’s ankles. It pulled her feet out from under her,\ncausing her to drop the doll and lurch forward.
\nThe blonde beauty’s feet were pulled upward with great speed. Her forehead\nbanged off the wooden planks of the pier with a terrible force. In the blink of\nan eye, she was hanging upside down by her ankles. The movement of the rope\nstopped, leaving her suspended four feet off the pier.
\nJody blinked her eyes, trying to make sense of what had happened. Her head\nthrobbed and she saw stars. Her body gently turned in a counterclockwise\ndirection. The sight of the pier spinning added to
\nher confusion. The rope bit painfully into the flesh of her ankles. Her arms and\nhair dangled below her head.
\n“Yes!” the man cried out from beside the crates. “Just like I planned!”
\nJoey Malokovich dropped the remote control device and rushed forward. He knew\nthat he had to act quickly. The blonde heroine dangled in front of him,\napparently dazed, but was known for her ability to recuperate. The thug did not\nwant to give her the chance.
\nHe spun her body and grabbed her from behind. The feel of her smooth, warm flesh\nmade him tingle with excitement. He reached around her body and grabbed a\nhandful of breast in each hand. He squeezed the firm mounds and let out sigh of\njoy and relief. “Finally! Finally, I have you!”
\nHe began stroking the heroine’s tits. He pressed his face against the bare skin\nof her back. He held her tightly, knowing that he must not give her a chance to\nbreak free of his grip. Being so close to the woman of his dreams was arousing\nhim quickly. He had anticipated that this moment would come and had worn a pair\nof baggy chinos with nothing underneath. His large cock had plenty of room to\ngrow
\nand stiffen. In moments, his unrepressed woody was clearly visible as it jutted\noutward from beneath his pants.
\n“Oh, yes!” he howled in delight. “Finally, I have the great Ms. Marvelous!”
\nThe feel of the heroine’s size thirty-fours once again in his hands was all that\nJoey had imagined it would be. As he had before, when battling against her in\nthe mansion, Joey marveled at her breasts, at how they were firm yet soft,\nresilient yet giving. The sheer fabric of her costume did little to discourage\nhim as he touched and squeezed and pinched and teased her wonderful tits in ways\nthat he had long thought to do. Her breasts, those of a beautiful woman barely\nin her twenties, were wonderful, fantastic.
\n“Oh, yes! Just like I remember them! Better, even. Yes, you truly are\nmarvelous!” The brave heroine struggled against her attacker but she was still\ndazed from the blow her skull took against the hard planks of the pier.\nWorsening matters, blood was rushing to her head— the sound of her heart pumping\nfilled her senses. Flickering stars clouded her vision. What blood was not\nrushing into her head, it seemed, was engorging her quickly reacting breasts.\nThe hands stimulating her sensitive mounds moved with practiced precision, as if\ntheir owner had been imagining and readying himself for this moment for some\ntime. The masterful movements of his fingers indicated a well-conceived plan as\nhe touched the slender heroine in all the right places and with just the right\namount of force and tempo. But Ms. Marvelous was a warrior. Pulling and holding\nher attacker’s hands away from her quickly swelling breasts, the young woman\njerked wildly within his arms. Like a wildcat, she swung this way and that,\nstruggling as much against the rope holding her ankles as she did against the\nman holding her body. Her foe hung on for dear life, marveling all the while at\nthe tremendous athleticism of his captive and wondering, at times, whether he\nhad bitten off more than he could chew. But always he persisted, holding the\nraging lioness as firmly as he could and preventing her from reaching up and\ntearing away the loop of rope around her ankles. He held on tight, keeping her\nfrom spinning on him and driving her fists into his body. More than once, her\nelbows smashed into his shoulders and chest. Each time, he grunted in pain but\ncontinued to hold on. And always, at every opportunity, he again moved his hands\ntoward his victim’s sensitive breasts. Every chance he had, he brushed his\nfingers across her hardening nipples. Joey knew that his only chance against the\npowerful super-heroine was to take advantage of her only known weakness. If he\ncould raise the Sartak within her, he could steal away her precious powers and\nreduce her to a state of helplessness. And it seemed to be working. Though Ms.\nMarvelous continued to struggle madly, her gyrations seemed to be slowly losing\nstrength. Almost imperceptibly, at first, the elbows struck less often and with\nless energy. Gradually, ever so slowly, her jerks and pulls against his hands\nseemed to lessen. After a time, Joey found it easier to get his fingers onto her\nengorged tits. In the end, it seemed that he might be a match for her. Though\nshe still pulled at his hands, her strength was no longer great enough to win\nthe battle. His hands remained where they were. His fingers continued to massage\nand stroke the heroine’s enflamed nipples.
\nMs. Marvelous moaned loudly. She felt the strength slipping from her once\npowerful body. Her head dangled loosely in the air, no longer possessing the\nenergy to lift itself up. Her eyes no longer looked for a way to escape. Her\nlong blonde hair dangled nearly to the planks of the pier. An intense throbbing\nfilled her mind and she knew that she was close to browning out. The fingers of\nher unknown adversary continued to work over her tortured breasts without\nrelent. Her nipples were now rock hard—Every
\nbrush of his fingers against their rounded points caused a wave of nearly\nunbearable sensations to pulsate through her body. Finally, she could resist no\nmore. Her once strong hands slipped from her attacker’s wrists and fell\ndownward. Her arms hung limply next to her head. She was defeated.
\nJoey felt his victim’s body go slack in his arms. Though he had planned this\nambush down to the greatest detail, he could almost not believe that it had come\noff so well. After all the weeks of preparation, after all the time spent\nplanning and searching and hoping, he had finally achieved his goal. He had Ms.\nMarvelous within his clutches. He would have her thoroughly before the night was\nthrough.
\nHe continued to massage and tease his victim’s enlarged tits without let up. He\nenjoyed doing it, but there was another reason-- Though the heroine no longer\nstruggled, Joey wanted to make sure that she was not playing possum. He would\ntake no chances. He would make sure that she was completely helpless before\nmoving on to the next step in his plan.
\nFor another five minutes, Joey played mercilessly with the defenseless heroine’s\nbreasts. He caressed the skin of the swollen glands gently, rubbing his fingers\nacross the curved contours of her flesh in slow circles. Starting on the outside\nand gradually working his way toward the pointed buds at the top of her mounds,\nhe tortured the young beauty over and over again. He pinched softly on her hard\nnipples, causing the young blonde’s flaccid body to momentarily stiffen. All the\nwhile, he continued to hold her tightly against his chest. He pressed his face\nagainst the bare skin of her back and gently kissed her shoulder blades. He ran\nhis tongue across the crevice of her spine. He breathed in her aroma. He tasted\nher flesh.
\nThe heroine’s limp body seemed to have no life left in it. But for the warmth of\nher skin and her struggling, almost panting breath, Joey might have thought her\ndead. He pinched down on her rock hard nipples but got no reaction. There could\nbe no doubt—Just as he had planned, the heroine had succumbed to her weakness\nand had slipped into a state of sensual shock. She was still conscious, he could\ntell, but completely unable to defend herself. The great Ms. Marvelous was\nhelpless within his hands.
\nJoey stepped back and looked at his prize. She dangled there, suspended in the\nair, unmoving. He took in the sight of her strong, femininely muscled back, her\nbroad, athletic shoulders, her slender, tapered waist. Her small, tight ass was\na thing of beauty. The strong, taught muscles of her thighs filled him with\ndesire. Her almost unbelievably long legs, crossed at the ankles, hung straight\nand rigid.
\nHe placed his hand on the heroine’s waist and gently spun her around so that her\nupside down form was facing him. Her long, golden blonde hair dangled almost to\nthe planks below. Her slender neck seemed limp and floppy. The veins of the\ngirl’s throat, overburdened with blood and trying to dump yet more into her\nhead, protruded distinctly from beneath the thin fabric of her costume. Her face\nwas flush and red. Her eyelids, half open and heavy, shielded pupils that could\nnot focus. Yet despite her condition, the heroine still possessed the same\nalmost overwhelming, virtuous beauty that for so long had haunted his dreams.\nShe was truly the angel he remembered her to be.
\nJoey licked his lips and continued to take in the wonderful sight of his\ndefeated adversary’s magnificent body. The heroine’s athletic arms dangled below\nher head. Her slender fingers, relaxed and unmoving, were tangled within her\ngolden hair. Her engorged breasts, enflamed and noticeably swollen, seemed all\nthe more enticing as they rose higher on the upside-down woman’s chest. Her hard\nnipples, now large and protruding from beneath her costume, seemed almost ready\nto burst.
\n“Oh, god, you’re beautiful,” Joey groaned as he took in the sight of his\nobsession. “This is going to be the best fuck of my life.”
\nThe thug moved forward and reached upwards, placing his fingers around the young\nbeauty’s waist. He fingered the contours of her firm abdominal muscles. Slowly,\ngradually, he moved his hands up and across the gentle, curving, slope of her\nhips. He loved every moment, loved the feel of her soft skin under his fingers.\nHe slid his hands over her thighs. They were firm and athletic, like those of an\nOlympic ice skater. He caressed the smooth skin repeatedly. “Oh, god,” he\nsighed. “I want this bitch so bad.”
\nAt six foot four inches tall, Joey could reach up to the heroine’s knees and\nthen a little bit further, but not quite to her ankles. “I’ll have you down in a\nmoment, my sweet piece of meat,” he said coolly as he turned and walked away.\nLeaving the helpless heroine unguarded, Joey rounded a set of crates near the\nside of the pier and reached his objective a moment later. An especially large\nbox, the counter-weight for his rope trap, was set at an awkward angle next to\nthe side railing. The taught rope, hanging from a
\npulley in the ceiling, had been wrapped several times around the box and now\nstrained against the crate’s four hundred pound weight. A well-prepared knot\nkept the rope fastened to the large container. A knife had been laid aside in\npreparation for this moment. The blade was wedged between two planks at the top\nof the crate. Joey gripped the handle and tugged, pulling the knife from its\ntemporary sheath. He placed the sharp blade against the rope just above the knot\nand made his first stroke. The rope strained. After two additional strokes it\ngave way completely.
\nThe end of the rope rushed upward and slipped though the pulley. Joey heard a\nthump behind him and turned in time to see the body of his captive settle on the\nwooden planks of the pier. He set the knife down and walked toward the woman.\nShe lay before him, in a fetal position, on her left side, her ankles still\nbound tightly together. A muffled groan came from her slightly parted lips but\nshe did not move.
\nJoey’s stiff cock extended forward from his body. The tip of it pressed against\nthe cloth of his cotton chinos and formed a distinct, seven-inch, bulge over his\ncrotch. The sight of the great Ms. Marvelous lying helpless at his feet filled\nhim with an unquenchable lust. How he wanted this woman! How he wanted to spread\nthe young beauty’s powerful thighs and thrust his stiff love tool deep inside\nher! How he wanted to ravage her! How he wanted to ravage every part and orifice\nof her luscious body!
\nThe thug stood above the defenseless beauty and looked down on her gorgeous form\nfor a long time. Perhaps too long, it suddenly occurred to him. For though she\nwas not moving, Joey could see some life beginning to reappear in her deep blue\neyes. The pupils were once again focusing, it seemed— focusing on him. Joey was\nno fool. He remembered well the strength of this girl. He knew that he would do\nwell to act quickly.
\nThe bruiser turned and walked hastily back to his original hiding place. The\nremote control device lay on the wood planks where he had left it, but he no\nlonger required its services. The two push buttons on its outer surface\ncontrolled the cry of the baby doll and the release of the rope trap, nothing\nmore. What he required now were the other devices he had brought. The first of\nthese, a large rubber dildo, he placed in his pocket. The others, a set of three\nshort ropes, he grabbed up and carried with him back to where his victim lay.
\n“I’m not taking any chances with you, Doll Face,” he said as he kneeled next to\nher. “It’s time to get you trussed up.”
\nJoey grabbed the young beauty by her shoulders. As he lifted her into a kneeling\nposition, he discovered that she was not quite so lifeless after all. The\nslender heroine struggled against him, squirming within his strong hands and\ntrying to escape. But she was not the same wildcat she had been before. Her body\nwas weak. A vicious backhanded slap across the back of her head settled the girl\ndown.
\n“It’s all over for you, super-slut. You might as well accept it. Struggling\nwon’t do you any good.” The big man positioned the smaller heroine in front of\nhim. She was on her knees, her legs folded under her and her back toward him. He\npressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit on her feet. This display of\nhis superior strength seemed to take all of the fight out of the woman. She\nsighed and no longer squirmed. Her head slumped forward. Her golden blonde hair\nhid her face. She appeared to know that she was beaten.
\nJoey pulled the heroine’s hands behind her back and wrapped the first of the\npieces of rope around her wrists. Working quickly, he looped it around her\nforearms several times, securing her arms in such a way that each of her hands\nwas pressed against the elbow of the opposite arm. His method of tying her off\nhad the added benefit of pulling her shoulders back and forcing her back to\narch. Just as he had planned, the defenseless young beauty’s chest was thrust\nout in front of her. He looked over her shoulder and leered. It excited him to\nno end to see the dazzling blonde heroine’s engorged breasts jutting forward in\nsuch a way.
\nWith her arms tied off, Joey felt much less threatened by his once powerful foe.\nHe reached under her ass and loosened the rope around her ankles. He removed it\nand cast it aside. He shifted his position and kneeled at her left side. His\nhand slid inside her thigh and gently forced her legs apart. He wrapped one of\nthe smaller loops of rope under her left leg, half way down the shin. He pulled\nit tight and knotted it over the top of her thigh, then repeated the process on\nher right leg. Satisfied that the ropes were secure, he lifted himself up and\nstood in front of his hogtied victim.
\nThe slender heroine’s head remained slumped forward. Her long hair lay across\nher face and shoulders. Her arms were secured behind her back. Her chest was\nthrust forward. She was on her knees, her thighs spread and tied so that she\nwould not be able to straighten her legs. Just as Joey had planned, the great\nchampion of justice was kneeling before him, bound and helpless.
\n“Look at me,” he commanded.
\nThe heroine did not immediately reply. Her mind was a morass of confusion and\ndesperation. She was still dazed from having been upside down for so long. And\nthough her senses were slowly returning, she still had greater problems. The\nSartak was all over her, filling her body and mind with uncontrollable wildfires\nof passion and lust. Her breasts, abused and burning with sensation, screamed in\nunrequited agony. Her tortured nipples, swollen and hard, throbbed with\nsmoldering desire. As she opened her eyes and looked down at her chest, the\nyoung woman could hardly believe that the engorged mounds she saw jutting\nthrough the thin fabric of her costume could actually be her own. They seemed so\nlarge, so distended—And whether due to the fact that she had been upside down,\nallowing the blood to more easily rush into her tortured glands, or due to the\ntalents of her attacker’s masterful fingers alone, how could she now possibly\nhope to come back from such a devastating assault?
\nHer pussy was warm and moist. Jody knew from past experience that she could be\nbrought to her climax through the stimulation of her tits alone. So intense and\nunrelenting had her attacker’s assault been that she had nearly come on the\nspot. It still lurked within her loins, a powerful and unsatisfied orgasm, and\nstill threatened to overcome her at any moment. If it washed over her, the\nheroine knew, it would steal away with it her powers. Her strength would be\nrobbed and she would be completely helpless before this unknown adversary.
\nA dark and evil voice inside her head laughed. She was already helpless, it\nseemed to say. The owner of the voice, the Sartak, filled every fiber of her\nbeing, robbing the strength from her lithe body and the will to resist from her\nclouded mind. She was bound and powerless. She was completely vulnerable to the\nman standing in front of her.
\nBut who was he? She had not yet gotten a good look at him. Earlier, after he had\ncut her down from the ceiling and stood over her, she had tried to focus her\neyes, tried to see his face. But her lust filled eyes had failed to follow the\ncommands of her mind. They had seemingly acted with a will of their own,\nfocusing not on the man’s face but instead on the large bulge protruding from\nhis baggy pants.
\nWas it Prince Lomac, Jody wondered? Had the prince finally defeated her and\nwould he finally have his way with her? No, she decided wearily. This was not\nhis style. The Prince fancied himself the world’s greatest warrior and would\nprefer to face his toughest opponent in a face-to-face, standup fight.
\nWas it Tommy-Z? Tommy understood her weakness better than anyone and was\ncertainly not above using ambushes and traps to gain the advantage. But she had\nyet to feel the electrical power that was his trademark, so it probably wasn’t\nhim, either.
\nThen who? Dante Refrain was in prison. Johnny Hawkeye hadn’t been seen or heard\nfrom since she smashed his face during their last encounter. Bullets? One of the\nBodine brothers? Or maybe— “I said look at me!” the voice commanded more\ninsistently.
\nMs. Marvelous wearily forced her head up. Through the stands of hair that matted\nher face, she peered toward the source of the voice. He was there, standing\nabove her. The young heroine tried to focus her eyes. She wanted to see who this\nman was.
\n“Don’t you remember me, Doll Face?”
\nThe man was tall and heavy. His well-muscled chest and shoulders strained\nagainst the long sleeve Polo shirt he wore. His jet-black hair was cropped short\nagainst his head. His eyes were dark and sinister. The thin lips of his mouth\nformed a mocking sneer.
\nShe cleared her throat. Her voice was weak. “Should I?”
\n“I would think so. I took you down at the mansion. If it hadn’t been for Lomac,\nI would have finished you off right then. In the end, I’m sure that he regretted\nhis decision. Especially after you burned down Refrain’s house. Shit, if that\nwasn’t something! Damn thing went up like a candle!”
\nJody’s tried to make her Sartak clouded brain work. “The mansion? You mean the\nApple Hill estate? When I battled Lomac and his thugs--”
\n“Now you’re coming around.”
\nThe memory came back like a slap across the face. “Joey? That’s your name, isn’t\nit? Joey…”
\nHe seemed pleased that she had remembered. “Malokovich. Joey Malokovich. The man\nwho beat you before. The man who has beaten you again.”
\nThe young heroine sighed. Now she remembered. Joey had been one of Lomac’s\nenforcers. He had, indeed, taken her down in their previous encounter, though\nhe’d had a lot of help from his friends. Still, she could not help but remember\nhow he had pinned her to the floor and worked over her tits. He had finished the\njob by using a vibrator on her. Then a dildo. The memory of it sent an unwanted\nerotic shiver surging through her body.
\n“Yes, I remember you.”
\n“Good, because I think it’s time we make some new memories. I have been hunting\nfor you for a long time, super-slut. Now that I have you, I will never let you\ngo. At least,” he added with an evil chuckle, “not while you are still alive.”
\nJoey circled behind her and kneeled. Getting onto his knees, he snuggled close\nbehind the young beauty’s body and wrapped his arms around her waist. The\nheroine squirmed but he held her tightly. He spread his legs and pulled her\ninside his large thighs. He held her close to his body, swallowing her up within\nhis massive frame.
\nThey sat there, kneeling together on the wooden planks of the pier, the virtuous\nyoung beauty trapped within the monstrous thug’s grasp, for a long time. Joey\nloved being so close to the girl. He had dreamed of this moment for a long time,\never since the battle in the mansion. And now all of his dreams were coming\ntrue. His lustful desires would soon be fulfilled.
\nHis hands moved upward across her tight abdominal muscles and paused beneath her\nbreasts. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered into her left ear as he prepared to once again\ntorment her already tortured mounds. He continued to wait, letting the\nanticipation build for both himself and for the defenseless girl inside his\narms.
\nThe young heroine gritted her teeth and made a promise to herself that she would\nnot give her foe the satisfaction of hearing her moan or beg. But when he\nfinally, ever so softly, rubbed his fingers across her swollen nipples, she\ncould not help herself. A wave of sensation racked her body. She gasped and then\nwhimpered. “Please… stop… no more…”
\n“It’s too late for that,” Joey replied victoriously. “I have wanted this for so\nlong. Since the first time I felt you up in the mansion, I knew that I must have\nyou.”
\n“No… please…”
\n“There is no one here to stop me, this time. There is no one here to save you.”
\nHe pressed down on her breasts with more force, drawing her body yet closer to\nhis own. Her arms, tied behind her back, pressed against his powerful chest and\nforced her back to arch. The hapless beauty moaned with unwanted ecstasy as her\nengorged tits were thrust deeper into the masterful hands of her conqueror. Her\nhead fell back and lay on his right shoulder, exposing her neck to the kisses of\nhis lips and tongue. He ravaged her as a lover might, knowing that the pleasure\nhe was forcing on her would ultimately mean her end.
\nJody’s eyes closed. She did not struggle. Her mind, as surely as her body, was\nawash with the Sartak. All she could feel was her aching breasts. All she could\nthink about were the fingers tormenting her rock hard nipples. Her foe’s stiff\ncock, long and rigid, protruded through his pants and pressed against her lower\nback. The warm shaft, thick and firm, found a snug home within the crevice of\nher spinal column. As he pulled her closer, she felt him begin to slowly gyrate\nhis hips and drag his hot cock back and forth across her skin. He hugged her\ntightly so that his large member was pressed between his stomach and the bare\nskin of her back, further increasing his pleasure. She knew that at any moment,\nJoey might unzip his pants and remove the thing. At any moment, he might decide\nto use it on her. As much as she did not want to give up, she knew that this was\nthe end. As Joey as had said, there was no one to save her. There would be no\nescape.
\nJoey’s left hand dropped from her breast but the relief was short lived. As his\nfingers moved slowly down and across her stomach, Ms. Marvelous knew what was to\ncome.
\n“Oh, god,” the virtuous beauty moaned, “don’t do this… please…”
\nHer body lurched as the fingers of her foe slid beneath her bikini bottom and\nacross her blonde pubes. Her thighs were spread and her attacker found his goal\nwithout difficulty. Jody moaned loudly as the tip of Joey’s middle finger made\ncontact with her already swollen clit.
\n“You’re so wet,” the thug whispered in her ear. “I know that you want this.”
\n“No… I don’t… stop…”
\nHer attacker caressed her mercilessly, flicking and teasing and rubbing her\naching bulb without relent. His free hand dropped down and grabbed the inside of\nher right thigh. He pulled it to the side, further widening her legs. The\noutside of her legs pressed tightly against the inside of his and the ropes\naround her thighs and shins held her securely in a kneeling, sitting, position.\nJoey’s right hand slid inside her bikini bottom and joined the left. Working\ntogether to pull apart her nether lips and expose her most sensitive regions,\nthe fingers of Joey’s hands sent wave after wave of unwanted sensations coursing\nthrough the heroine’s burning body. An orgasm, powerful and insistent, grew yet\nstronger within her loins. The young blonde knew that this was the end. She\ncould not hold out much longer.
\nJoey’s mouth caressed the beautiful blonde’s neck. His tongue found erogenous\nzones that she never knew she possessed. Her moans grew more insistent as she\ngave in completely to the feelings ravaging her body. Her breath came in pants\nas the impending orgasm drew nearer. This was it, she knew. This was the end.\nShe could not hold out any longer—
\nSuddenly, a familiar voice intruded on the privacy of the two adversaries. The\nvoice was strong and demanding. “Get off of her, you bastard!”
\nVictim and attacker both looked up in time to see a man rushing forward. “Joel?”\nthe nearly finished super-heroine asked weakly. “Joel, is that you?”
\nJoey did not have time to react. Reiner’s fist slammed against his right\ncheekbone, knocking him backward and away from the helpless heroine. A brief but\nstabbing pain shot through his head. “Get away from her, you bastard!” Reiner\ncommanded again. “Get away from her or I’ll--” “You’ll what?” Joey barked back\nas he pulled himself to his feet. “What are you going to do?” The newcomer\nbacked away a couple steps, suddenly aware that his opponent was several inches\ntaller and some seventy or eighty pounds heavier than himself. He quickly\nglanced at the fallen heroine, wishing that she could help him. “Damn!” he\nmumbled to himself. “If this guy took down Ms. Marvelous, then he must be pretty\ntough!”
\nJoey could see the fear in the reporter’s eyes. “That’s right, Reiner. You have\ngot no chance against me. So what are you going to do? Are you going to be the\nbig hero, coming to rescue the damsel in distress? I don’t think so. All you are\ngoing to do is get hurt—hurt bad!”
\nThe thug lunged at the smaller man, trying to get his hands around the\nreporter’s throat. But Reiner was quick and all Joey got was two handfuls of\nair. Reiner countered with a pair of quick, harmless jabs before retreating.
\n“Don’t count on it!” the reporter warned. “I can handle myself. I’ve been\ncovering the police beat in this city for almost ten years, so I guess I know\nhow to deal with ruffians like you. So maybe you should beat it before I really\nget rough!”
\nJoey responded with a loud laugh but he wasn’t happy. An encounter with Reiner\nwas not part of his master plan. He had not anticipated the interference of a\nthird party. “Why was the reporter here?” he asked himself. But the answer was\napparent to him almost before he finished the question. It was obvious. Just as\nReiner used a classified advertisement in the paper to let Ms. Marvelous know\nthat he wanted a meeting, so to did the heroine use it to communicate her desire\nfor the same. It only made sense, Joey realized. The ad for the Pacer worked\nboth ways.
\n“So you saw the ad in the paper, did you? Thought that Ms. Marvelous wanted to\nhave a meeting, huh?”
\nThe reporter looked surprised. “You know about that?”
\n“Sure I do. I’m the one that put the ad in today’s run. I set up this little\nmeeting, though I never figured that you would show. Stupid me, I guess. I\nthought it would be a private party for the super-slut and me.”
\n“But how--”
\n“You’re an idiot, Reiner. It was obvious to me that you were the key to getting\nMs. Marvelous. You were the guy that always seemed to get the exclusive\ninterview. You were the guy who always got the picture. I knew there was\nsomething going on between you two so I started following you. I witnessed your\nlast couple of meetings here on the pier. So I hacked your computer. I figured\nout that you used the Pacer ad to set up these little get-togethers. Then I set\nup my own little meeting. And it was
\nworking out just fine until you showed up. But I figure it’s just a minor\ninconvenience. I’ll fix your wagon and then get back to business with my new\nlover, there.”
\nJoel frowned. He did not like the leering look on the thug’s face or the way\nthat he pointed at Ms. Marvelous. He did not like the way the bruiser had been\nmolesting her when he first came up to the pier. The heroine was his friend,\nafter all. She was an honorable and descent person. She helped people without\nasking for anything in return. And now she needed his help. Joel knew that he\ncouldn’t back down. He had to help his friend.
\n“I don’t know who you are or what you want with Ms. Marvelous, but I suggest\nthat you leave now. I’m not going to back down.”
\n“Oh!” Joey replied mockingly. “You’re not going to back down? I’m so scared!”
\nThe reporter squared his feet and raised his fists. He had been an athlete in\ncollege and an amateur boxer for a time. His opponent was much larger than he\nwas, but Joel was determined to give it his best shot.
\n“It’s just as well that you aren’t going to back down,” Joey stated\nmalevolently. “You see, I can’t let you leave. I’m going to commit murder\ntonight and there can’t be any witnesses. I’m sorry, but I am going to have to\nkill you.”
\nThe thug moved on the attack again, stepping confidently toward his foe. He\nfired a looping right at Reiner’s head that missed, then let go with a haymaker\nhook that also caught nothing but empty air. “I’ll give you credit, Reiner.\nYou’re a fast little guy. But I’ll catch up to you eventually. It’s only a\nmatter of time.”
\n“Catch up to this, creep!” The reporter stepped forward and jabbed, catching the\nthug on the point of his chin. He pulled back in time to avoid a sweeping\ncounterpunch, then stepped in and again landed a blow of his own. He danced to\nthe side, remembering the skills he had learned in the Golden Gloves and\navoiding two more punches. “That’s it,” he said to himself. “Stick and move.\nStick and
\nmove.”
\nThe reporter’s confidence was growing as he repeatedly landed jabs to his larger\nopponent. He stepped in and fired off a three punch combination, two to the head\nand one to the gut. Maybe he had a chance, after all, he decided. Maybe he could\nwin this match and save the day. What would Ms. Marvelous say to him, he\nwondered? How would she respond to him saving her life?
\nHe could almost imagine the gratitude beaming from her wide blue eyes. The\nthought that this dazzling young beauty would be eternally indebted to him\nfilled the thirty-five year old reporter with a tingling sensation that he had\nnot felt in a long time. Like most men, he lusted for her tremendous body. Oh,\nmaybe he did a better job of concealing his desires than did others, but he was\nstill a man, after all, and how could he not want such a beautiful girl? The\nfact that she wore a mask and lived a life of danger only added to his desire.\nThe heroine was gorgeous, mysterious, and exciting. She was, in every way, Joel\nReiner’s fantasy.
\nLittle did Joel know that his beefy opponent possessed similar feelings about\nthe blonde super heroine. But unlike the Joey Malokovich, Joel Reiner’s feelings\nwere based on more than simply her unsurpassed appearance. Through his dealings\nwith the heroine, the reporter had discovered the inner beauty possessed by this\nmoral and virtuous woman. It was a rare thing in a city like Megapolis, he knew.\nAnd he understood that even if the blonde angel did not possess super-strength\nand the ability to fly, she would still be a hero, at least to him.
\nBut his fantasy had limits. Joel had no desire to get really close to the girl.\nA personal relationship was out of the question. He did not want to know her\nsecret identity. He did not want to know who she was or what she did with her\ndays. To know such things would be to spoil the fantasy. The excitement and\nmystery would be gone. The allure would be gone.
\nAnd in the end, it always came down to one thing—The story. Joel was a beat\nwriter for the Megapolis Gazette. He was not married, he did not have kids—His\ncareer was his life. And Ms. Marvelous was a way for him to sell more\nnewspapers. The readers, it seemed, could not get enough of her. The heroine was\npure gold.
\nSo why was he getting involved, now? The question rattled through his head like\ndice in a cup as he faced off with the large and dangerous man in front of him.\nIt would have been smarter to hide in the shadows and simply witness the goings\non, he knew. And it would make a great story, after all. “Famous
\nSuper-Heroine Defeated”, the headline would read. Another exclusive from the\ncity’s favorite reporter, Joel Reiner.
\nThe young heroine would not have held it against him, Joel figured. She knew the\nrisks. She put her life on the line every time she put on the costume and did\nnot expect anyone to help her. But standing to the side and watching had not\nreally been an option. For whatever reason, Joel had felt compelled to involve\nhimself. For whatever reason, he had felt compelled to risk his own life for the\nsake of hers.
\nWould the dice come up craps? Was he overmatched? Might this be the end for them\nboth? The reporter did not think so. So far, he was doing well. He had landed\nseveral blows and taken none in return. Perhaps the big thug was not so tough,\nafter all. Perhaps he was not as dangerous as--
\n“Joel!” the heroine’s voice cried to him. “Don’t be a fool, Joel. Run! He’s just\nplaying with you!” The reporter glanced quickly at the defenseless champion. She\nwas on her knees, her hands tied behind her back. He could not imagine how she\nhad ended up in such a predicament. He had seen her in action. He had seen her\nbattle against a dozen armed men and come out on top. He knew first hand the\ntremendous strength that she possessed.
\nHe looked at his opponent. The thug was sneering, apparently unaffected by the\nlight jabs that he had landed. No, this guy was, indeed, as tough as he looked.\nStill, it seemed unreasonable that he could have beaten Ms. Marvelous on his\nown. Did he have the help of friends? Were they still nearby?
\nReiner peered down the length of the pier, trying to see if anyone else was\nnearby. He did not see anyone, but that didn’t mean they were not—
\nA meaty ham fist suddenly crashed into the reporter’s gut. He doubled over and\nnearly lost his lunch. He gasped in pain. He had never been hit so hard in all\nof his life. His legs quivered. The big fist remained buried in his midsection\nand Joel knew that it was the only thing holding him up.
\n“You should never take your eyes off of your opponent, Reiner. I might be big,\nbut I’m also pretty quick.”
\nThe thug removed his fist from his overmatched foe’s gut and allowed him to slip\nto the ground. It was all too easy, he thought. Not that he had really expected\nthe spindly reporter to give him much of a contest.
\nJoey Malokovich had started beating people up for money when he was twelve years\nold. He had been a paid enforcer for various crime factions since the age of\nfourteen. But breaking bones and cracking heads was not just a job—It was\nsomething he enjoyed. He sometimes wondered how come he was so lucky. Unlike\nmost people, he had a job that both paid well and that he really liked. Yes, he\nwas a lucky man.
\nJoey stepped forward and delivered a kick to the reporter’s ribs. A left cross\nagainst the top of Reiner’s cheekbone sent the reporter sprawling. Beating\npeople up was an art form, Joey had learned. It required a certain finesse to\ntake someone apart. It took talent to keep an opponent conscious while he made\nthem bleed. It took talent to keep them awake so that they would feel every bit\nof pain. It took skill to keep them cognizant so that they could hear every bone\nsnap.
\n“Let me help you up, Reiner.”
\nThe big man grabbed the reporter by the back of his shirt collar and hauled him\nto his feet. Another blow to the man’s stomach followed. Joey easily picked the\nsmaller man off the ground and slammed him back first across a crate. He slapped\nhis victim across the face with an open hand to make sure that he had his\nattention, then delivered a clubbing strike to the bridge of his nose. Cartilage\nsnapped. Blood spurted.
\n“You should have listened to the super-slut, Reiner. You should have run when\nyou had the chance.”
\nThe sound of knuckles bouncing off of flesh and bone filled the air. The\nreporter screamed as he felt pain like nothing else he had ever experienced.\nFrom her position on the pier, only a few feet away, Ms. Marvelous frantically\ntugged against the binds holding her arms. She knew that she had to do\nsomething. She had to do something or Joel Reiner would be killed.
\nThe desperate young blonde struggled to free her arms. It was hopeless, she soon\nrealized. Joey had done a good job tying her. The rope had been looped tightly\naround her forearms several times. On
\na good day, when at full strength, she might have been able to break free. On\nthis day, badly weakened by the Sartak, she had no chance.
\nBut the ropes holding her legs were not so well tied. A single strand of rope\nwrapped over the thigh and calf of each leg was all that immobilized the\nheroine. She rolled onto her side and then her back. She struggled to free\nherself. Time after time, she tried frantically to straighten her legs. The\nropes bit painfully into her flesh but she continued to try, knowing that Joel\ncould not possibly hold out much longer. The reporter desperately needed help,\nand she was the only one that could provide it.
\nThe heroine grit her teeth and tried to focus all of her failing strength to her\nlegs. In the end, it was not the ropes that failed, but the knots that Joey has\nhastily tied off. Almost in unison, both ties came loose and Ms. Marvelous was\nfree.
\nThe weary heroine rolled back onto her knees and then pulled herself to her\nfeet. A massive head rush nearly toppled her over. She was weak—the struggle\nagainst the ropes had drained almost all of her energy reserves. But she had to\ncontinue. A man’s life was at stake.
\n“Joey!” she cried out. “Leave that man alone!”
\nThe thug crushed one more blow down on his fallen opponent before turning\naround. He was noticeably surprised and annoyed to see the blonde heroine on her\nfeet. “What the hell? How did you--” Ms. Marvelous answered the unfinished\nquestion by driving her right knee into Joey’s crotch. The big man doubled over\nand yelped in pain as she repeated the move and smashed his nuts a second time.\nHer left knee rose up and greeted his face. The brute turned away, momentarily\nstunned by the unexpected attack.
\nMs. Marvelous looked frantically down at her would-be savior. “Joel? Are you\nok?” The reporter seemed not to hear. His eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling.\nBlood ran freely from his mouth and nose.
\n“Joel! Joel, please answer me!”
\nJoey Malokovich rose back to his full height and squared off with the heroine.\nHe was angry. The reporter showing up had not been a part of his master plan.\nNeither was enduring the pain of having his balls racked. But he could still\nsalvage the situation. The heroine’s arms remained secured behind her back. She\nlooked unsteady on her feet. All he had to do was—
\n“You bastard!” Ms. Marvelous yelled at him. “Look what you did to this man!”
\n“He had it coming,” the brutish thug replied with a grin. “He stuck his nose\nwhere it didn’t belong.”
\n“Stick this, you pig!”
\nThe blonde champion leapt at Joey with surprising speed. Her right foot shot out\nand landed squarely in the middle of his chest. He was sent backward to the\nground. The back of his head and shoulders bounced hard off of a large wooden\ncrate.
\nJoey flinched. A wave of pain screamed through his head. But his opponent’s\nattack was not over. His eyes opened wide as he saw the point of her boot\ndriving for the bridge of his nose. He moved just in time to avoid the dangerous\nkick. Rolling to his right, he scrambled to his feet and put some distance\nbetween he and his reenergized foe.
\n“I’m impressed, Doll Face! It looks like you have some fight left in you after\nall.”
\n“Enough to beat a scumbag like you, Joey!”
\n“But you’re still tied up. I think the advantage is mine.”
\n“As the old saying goes, I can beat you with my hands tied behind my back.”
\n“We’ll see,” Joey snarled. “We’ll see.”
\nThe thug knew that he needed to take the initiative. He needed to get things\nunder control or all might be lost. Moving with incredible agility for a man his\nsize, Joey jumped forward and landed immediately in front of his surprised foe.\nHe lifted his right hand from waist level and delivered a vicious backhanded\nblow across his adversary’s face. But his victory was short-lived. The heroine\nturned with the punch and drilled a reverse mule kick to his stomach.
\nJoey grunted but remained standing. “I’ll make you pay for that, bitch!”
\nFire flashed in the heroine’s eyes. “The only one that is going to pay is you!”
\nShe leapt forward and drove her left knee into Joey’s chest. A roundhouse kick\nsent him spiraling to the ground. “That’s the way,” she said to herself. “Don’t\ngive him a chance to recover.”
\nMs. Marvelous drove a kick to the thug’s knee as he tried to stand. A boot to\nhis rear sent him sprawling into a crate. She was starting to feel like she had\na chance. Though her body still burned with the effects of the Sartak, a new\nsensation--the thrill of combat-- was quickly washing over the lithe warrior.\nShe could do this, she knew. She could win.
\nJoey rose quickly and squared off with the heroine. The sight of the slender\nbeauty standing before him, her arms tied behind her back and her swollen\nbreasts thrust out in front of her, filled him with an overwhelming lust. But\nhis lust was mixed with desperation. The girl was once again dangerous. Her long\nlegged kicks were fast and lethal. He had to change the course of this battle.\nAnd he had to do it quickly.
\nThe blonde hellcat charged him again, using her superior agility and speed to\nland two more kicks. Each blow stung and backed Joey up. The thug was running\nout of room, both combatants knew. His back was up against the side railing. One\nmore kick would send him over the edge and into the icy cold waters of the river\nbelow.
\n“It’s all over, Joey!” the beautiful super-heroine shouted. “Now, you will pay\nfor your crimes!”
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