Ultra Woman Meets Talisman

It had been a challenging first two weeks for Dena. That was her name back home, on the island of the Amazons. In this world, in this city of Megapolis, she was known as Ultra Woman, the tenth Amazon to bear that title of honor, signifying her as Champion of the Amazons. It had been a month since the Amazons had lost Lorelei, the previous Ultra Woman. None of the Amazons yet knew what had befallen Lorelei; only the magical return of her artifacts to the Island had told them of her fall. The Amazons had spent a week mourning their fallen Champion, then spent a week of contests, both mental and physical, to find a new Champion. Dena had come out victorious, and had won the right to go into the outer world as the example and ideal of Amazon womanhood. She would be their champion, a superheroine to the people of this city. She would battle for justice, love, and kindness, without fear or despair. She would be Ultra Woman.

As Dena donned the mantle of the Amazon Champion, she silently vowed to herself that she would do everything in her power to find the person responsible for the disappearance of Lorelei. Dena had sorely missed that friendship during the four years which Lorelei has been away. Inthe depth of Dena's heart she held on to a sliver of hope that somehow she will find her friend alive and well, and dreamed of the day when Lorelei will be brought home to reunite with her family and friends.

Slowly she replayed the words of the Amazon Queen in her mind, reminding herself that she was also to find Anya, Rei daughter. A small frown appeared on Dena's brow as she pondered Anya's heritage: the daughter of an ex-Amazon Champion and a vampire, a strange duality in the representation of light and darkness combined in one person. Dena could not begin to imagine what it must be like for Anya, and a wave of sadness and compassion welled up within her, and she promised herself to help Anya return home in anyway she can as well.

This entire new world was an adventure in itself; just last night she had learned what those red, yellow, and green lights had meant. Granted, her Amazon sisters, including the three surviving former Ultra Women had given her a hard, two week crash course on being Ultra Woman. They explained the uses of the magic rope that bounced on her hip. They warned her of the dangers. They explained that, by touching her bracelets together, she could change her apparel and replace her costume with a blink of Amazon magic. They also tried to tell Dena of the huge city called Megapolis, but nothing they could have told her would ever have completely prepared her for all of this.

First there was the incessant noise. On the island, she could have found a million quiet, secluded spots, but in this asphalt and steel jungle, a person was never ever in silence. Added into that was the glow of the city. There were a few dark places, but unlike the solitude and peace found in such places on her home island, these were places people feared to tread. It was a city of light, that was without doubt.

Dena needed that first two weeks just to acclimate to this new world, to find a place to live and obtain money using coins from her homeland. Just learning how to go through a crosswalk without being struck by the vehicles in the streets had nearly cost her, and had been an embarrassment.

And Dena remembered with particular distaste at the language that a taxi cab driver used. Memories of the man's outrage when he half got out of his car after it came to a screeching halt at a yellow light, cursing loudly at the 'dumb blonde that thinks she owns the road'.

Her first encounter as Ultra Woman had been almost as bad. She had learned on the island what a gun was and how to use her bracelets to defend herself, but when the criminal had pointed a strange red dot between her breasts, she had almost laughed it off. That is, until the bullet that followed it nearly caught her by surprise. She had been able to deflect it at the last second then apprehend the criminal.

Having spent the earlier part of the morning in a crowded mall shopping, Dena had decided on an appropriately demure business outfit which she thought would look particularly fetching on her figure. The attire is completely white, consisting of a silk blouse, business jacket, and a skirt that reaches just above her knees. She has also chosen a matching pair of sheer silk stockings to go with her white pumps.

Now she was doing something as mundane as walking home with a bag of groceries. On the island, she would have simply shared her meal with her sisters from the day's hunt and gathering of the plentiful foods on her island. Now she was forced to eat from box, bag, and can, like the rest of the population of this city. And eat alone to boot.

Her feet crunched into the gathering snowflakes of the sidewalk. There was a steady falling of snow in the city, another new experience for the Amazon woman. It had been going on since mid-afternoon, and only the persistent words of the elderly lady next door had convinced Dena to go out to get food in case this weather developed into a blizzard.

As Dena continued her walk towards home, lost in her reflection of the strange, exciting events that had occurred in the past two weeks, she decided that shopping and snowing were two new experiences that she had come to enjoy.

Suddenly the ringing sound of a gunshot pierced the veil of the chilly winter evening. Moments later, Dena heard the distinct sound of a woman screaming. Spinning around, she quickly zeroed in on the sound. Just down the block, across the street, was an old gas station, now empty, the 'For Sale" sign faded in front of it. As another gunshot echoed out, the beautiful girl could see the hints of the barrel flash somewhere within the decrepit building.

Glancing around and noting that the surrounding area contained not a soul, Dena put the grocery bags down on the steps leading into her apartment. She briefly caressed the golden bracelets concealed under the sleeves of her white blouse, then carefully approached the abandoned lot from one side, angling for a better view into the window where she saw the muzzle flash earlier. Dena moved with the grace of a gazelle, her spiked heels clicking softly on the pavement as she cautiously moved closer to the gas station, her eyes alert, searching for points of entry and escape, thoughts of concern running through her head as the feminine scream echoed in the quietness of her mind.

The street fell silent as the young Amazon approached the formerly abandoned station. Nearest to her were two repair bays, their doors shut and the square collection of windows shattered out and replaced with plywood boardings. The office windows were equally boarded over, with the door slightly ajar. As Dena got closer, it was obvious that the flashes of light had reached her peripheral vision through the half foot of open door. To the side closest to her, near the back of the building, was another door. This one was of metal, with peeling paint and rusted surface. When Dena reached the corner, her pumps crunching the snow beneath her feet, she could hear two male voices within the office area, but not enough to discern their words. However, she could easily sense the arrogance and hatred manifest in their tones. Snow alighted gently upon her voluminous light blonde hair and her strong shoulders as it wisped across the destitute gas station.The area was obviously empty; no one else was along the sidewalks in the growing snowstorm. Every window from her apartment complex just down the street was covered, as if the people within were hiding from the foul weather.

As she contemplated exactly what to do, a pair of new sounds reached her sensitive Amazon ears. As the men spoke in words that couldn't quite reach her, they paused. First Dena heard an odd metallic sound, then a feminine gasp of horror. It took a moment for the inexperienced Amazon to place the sound, then it came to her in a blink. The sound was a weapon, a pistol it was called, being readied for firing.

Dena drew in a deep breath, then quickly decided that whoever in there was in imminent need of assistance. Glancing around she quickly stepped into the empty alley between the gas station and the apartment complex. Double checking to make sure that she was unobserved, Dena quickly brought her arms in front of her head, delicately crossing her wrists, the tiny impact of metal-on-metal echoing through the alleyway like a clear bell chime as her silver bracelets touched each other.

Suddenly a warm golden light bathed the otherwise cold passageway, and Dena stood fully in her Ultrawoman costume as she looked about the area. A golden tiara high on her forehead nestled amongst her long fair tresses, the prominent red Ultrawoman bustier with gold markings hugged her torso and waist perfectly. Around Dena's waist rested a wide golden belt, a matching lasso coiled loosely on it about her right hip. Further below a short blue skirt replaced the traditional blue satin panties that previous Ultrawoman have worn in the past, the hem of the skirt reaching just a bit shy of half way up her tanned, sculpted thighs. A pair of white boots, blue trimmed, with 5" white spiked heels adorned her feet and lower calves, showing the figure and curves of her legs to perfect proportion.

With a determined stride Dena quickly moved over to the door, the concern of the female victim from within foremost on her mind. Thus it was with confidence and caution that she pushed the door open, standing with the afternoon sun directly behind her as she surveyed the room, readied for combat.

As Ultra Woman appeared in the doorway, the two gunmen winced at the sudden light that flooded the room. Gleaming behind her, the sunlight reflected off the coating of snow. Blinded momentarily, it gave Dena a chance to take in the scene before her.

The old lobby of the gas station was empty, with the only light coming from outside through seams and cracks in the plywood over the windows. Other than where the light through the door shone in, the room was layered in shadows. To the left side of the room were the two gunmen, both wearing casual clothing. One was tall, paunched, and older, while his companion was a younger, more active-looking man. On the right side of the room was a middle-aged woman, dark haired highlighted by graying temples, kneeling over the bleeding, wounded body of a man of about equal age. She was looking up at the men, terrified, until Dena's sudden appearance caused her as well to turn to the doorway.

It didn't take the two gunmen long to overcome their initial surprise. The younger one was agog at the luminous beauty standing in the doorway. He took her in, gaping at the full swell of her breasts within the taut red bustier, the deep, beautiful blue eyes, and tanned, sculpted legs of the ravishing young Amazon heroine.

The other, however, wasn't quite so astonished. He waved the pistol in Dena's direction. "Whaddafuck! What is this, a fuckin' costume party?" he said with a strong, Reichsborough goodfella accent. "Yeah well, your fuckin' funeral dress now, ya nosey bitch!" he barked as he raised the pistol towards Ultra Woman, and put pressure to the trigger.

Dena frowned prettily at the two scruffy looking person in front of her, then she did a double take at the foul month man who began pointing the weapon at her, her brows knitted disapprovingly. Suddenly the loud BANG in the air was met by a graceful flourish as she raised her tanned, left forearm and deflected the incoming round off of her silver bracelet. The bullet ricocheting first toward the ceiling, then bouncing off of the rusty casing of a old heater in a corner, and finally flew back to imbed itself with a solid thud on the ground under the gunman between his legs.

Without missing a beat Dena placed her hands on the hips of her blue skirt, legs shoulder width apart shown to good advantage on her white high heeled boots. With a toss of her long golden stresses, she announced in a melodious voice, "Drop your weapons and surrender villains. You are outmatched and there is no escape. Let the woman and the wounded man go, he needs medical attention."

Ultrawoman stood in her 'power pose', watching the duo carefully, trying to make her feminine voice confident and authoritative despite her own inexperience. At this time her main objective is to get the wounded man and his companion away from here so he could obtain propercare.

The two men gaped at the blonde beauty. The loudmouth looked at the smoking pistol, then back at Dena. The other, more nervous one pulled on his buddy's sleeve. "Heya Paulie, I tink dis broad is da real ting! Dis bitch's dat new Ultra Woman!"

Hidden in the corner, obscured by magical shadows, a man rubbed his short chin beard. A month ago he had detected a new, strong presence of magic within the city, then not long after, another. The strongest had come from this neighborhood. For a week he studied the magic he sensed and had come to a single theory; an Amazon had appeared to replace the deceased Ultra Woman. Two days ago he had finally discovered the identity of the suspected Amazon, or at least what she looked like.

Using a disguise, he had hired these brainless goons to assassinate two people. This would be the test of his theory. If she defeated the two men, fair and well, then he would give her his own test. If not, if she was just some poor, deluded girl wearing an Ultra Woman costume, then the police would probably find her bloated corpse down on the riverfront in a few days, right where the mobsters had dumped her.

When she had deflected that first bullet, the one that would prove or disprove his theory, the mage had felt triumphant. In that moment he had ascertained the existence of this Amazon, and even knew where she lived. That was enough for this night. He began to gather about the magic that would teleport him away and leave the two goons to their fate at the hands of the new Ultra Woman.

Then he saw the blonde put her hands on her hips and give the men that arrogant look of superiority so common to these Amazons. A sneer grew upon the face hidden in the shadows. Before he left this night, he would show the young Amazon that she wasn't as powerful and undefeatable as she thought...

Paulie jerked his sleeve out of his whining buddy's grip. "Shaddup! She's a fuckin' cunt, and nuthin else! I ain't seen da day Paulie Logullo ever backed down from no broad!"

Tossing his gun aside, Paulie approached Dena. "Too bad, ya fucked wit' da wrong guy babe. A lotta my buddies would be nice to ya, just fuck ya, maybe give ya a slap. You picked the wrong guy. I'm gonna beat the livin' shit outta ya and leave ya face down in da street."

His smaller friend, swelling under the glow of his bigger friend's confidence, pulled out a blackjack from his coat. "Yeah Paulie, let's fuck this bitch up!"

Dena looked at them in disapproval, a mild flush creeping up her cheeks at the language the men were using. However, she stood her ground hoping that somehow these two would recognize the futility of their actions and give up peacefully.

He walked up to Dena, reared back, and sent a heavy fist right at the Amazon's chin with all the arrogance of a man sure that he could defeat this beautiful, costumed young woman.

Ultrawoman reacted almost instantaneously to the attack. With a light flex of her sculptured thighs, Dena sprung backward nimbly, both hands planting briefly on the ground, while simultaneously kicking forward with her right leg, the white boot tip connecting squarely on Paulie's chin. Even at this time Dena reminded herself not to use the full strength at her disposal as she lashed out with just enough force to knock the man backward and unconscious.

Continuing with the momentum of her backhand spring she dropped into a low crouch and swept out with her left leg at the other attacker. The sweep took Paulie's legs from out under him and sent him crashing sideways to the floor, the impact of his right temple meeting the ground caused a very unpleasant thud as he was knocked out before the rest of his body had come to a full stop on the floor.

The two men were laid out cold in less than ten seconds, from Ultra Woman's first blow to the last movement of a flailing arm bouncing off the floor. The man in the shadows was impressed. So much so that he began to feel rather uncomfortable, as if this impressive young Amazon might just discover that he was here, lurking in his mystical shadows.

Seeing the novice superheroine turning to the couple, he knew the time was right. He knew the power of an Amazon, and he would not take a chance. As the blonde girl reached out to touch the unspeaking couple, he let the illusion fall.

Before Ultra Woman could react to the fading ghosts and disappearing blood, the man held out his open palm. From it, like a glowing lightning stroke, came a bolt of pure magic that slammed into Dena's lower back, right around the back of her golden belt. The red material of her lower bustier and upper part of her blue skirt disintegrated in a flash of energy that passed through the magical Amazon's body until a tiny sliver of the remaining energy burst from the front of her flat belly, over the upper point of her belt, and sent her crashing forward into the wall.

The man stepped out of the shadows. The bolt of energy hadn't been to kill the Amazon; he knew better than to kill one only brought on another Amazon, whose soul purpose was to avenge her fallen sister. No, he had simply dampened the magic within her. That had been the cause of the violent reaction when the bolt struck the beautiful Amazon.

The blast knocked Dena toppling forward onto her stomach on the floor near where the illusionary couples were huddling. Her arms and legs were sent sprawling as a numbing chill originated from the small of her back began spreading up her spine and around her waist. She gasped in surprise at this unseen attack while a wisp of smoke rose up from a small torn opening at the base of her red bustier on her back, exposing a tiny expanse of her smooth waist under the damaged blue skirt. Her eyes further widened as she felt part of her Amazon strength leaving her body for reason unknown.

He walked up behind Dena. He couldn't help but see, as she started to rise, the flash of white thong beneath the blue skirt, which brought an instant reaction within his pants. Tonight he would show this Amazon that he was her superior. He would show this new Ultra Woman that Talisman was her better.

As Dena recovered from her initial shock and daze, her training took over and she rallied within her mind as she rose up on one knee, completely unaware of the presence behind her or the display she afforded him. With a sudden burst of motion she suddenly whirled upon hearing the approaching footsteps. She spun around and remained in the low, half-crouch position, bringing her arms before her in a defensive stance as she took in the stranger.

Mentally registering the lost of a portion of her Amazon strength with some alarm, she nevertheless regarded this mysterious man with confidence and some anger. With a haughty toss of her long blonde hair Dena demanded,

"Who are you and what is the meaning of this attack? I demand to know what you have done with the elderly couples! Know that I am Dena, Ultra Woman. I represent the forces of justice, goodness and virtue, and as such you should cooperate for your own good."

Dena silently chided herself, wishing she had made her statements after she had stood up instead of semi-huddling in a corner like an already defeated foe. Dena half knelt on her right knee facing this stranger, her back near the wall. Every muscles within her tanned forearms and firm thighs tensed and at the peak of alertness, readied to spring forward to the attack should this strange man's action warranted it.

Now that he had revealed himself, Ultra Woman could take this man in. He was a bit under six foot tall, with a firm, if not overly muscular, body. His black hair was combed back from his brow in wavy lengths, and trim in the back. Piercing eyes that were so light blue that they seemed almost white peered intently down at the heroic vision of beauty before him. His attire was of midnight blue, a tunic with a strange red dragon heraldry on his chest. Around his shoulders, wafted about as if by a mystic breeze, was a cape that was more like a cloak, of midnight blue, with black threads that wound through it like thick vines. He looked more like some medievalist gone mad, except for the way his hands and eyes seemed to glow with the mystic energies at his command.

Dena slowly took in the man's strange attires, marveling at the emblem of the red dragon in front of his tunic, reminding her of stories of mystical time and places where fantastic beasts roamed and magic flourished. But more than anything else the man's blue/white eyes disturbed her for some reason, as if a mad passion was held barely in check within, only waiting for the right moment to be unleashed upon their unsuspecting victims.

As she watches, Talisman faded from view, like a ghostly apparition returning to it's grave. First he paled, then faded into a fog that dissipated as if under a warming sun. The room went silent, until the sensitive hearing of the Amazon heroine picked up the faintest sound of a cape rustling behind her.

Dena half spluttered in indignation as the man ignored her demand for information on the disappeared couples and himself vanished right before her eyes. A brief moment of regret passed through her mind as she prepared herself for a battle with a foe who was apparently adapted in the arcane arts. This was obviously someone not to be trifled with, even though he clearly would be no match for the power and skill of a trained Ultra Woman. Dena was determined not to cause the man 'too' much harm during the course of his apprehension.

As she turned, Talisman unleashed another blast. He knew better than to concentrate it, now that the Amazon was aware of him. Those glistening bracelets would deflect the mystic beam, probably right back at him. Instead, he sent out a cone of energy from ten feet away, that washed over most of Dena's kneeling body. Not nearly as concentrated, it still washed away a portion of her Amazon strength.

Upon hearing the noise behind her, Dena dove sideways in a flash, wincing as the wide beam-like blast from the man connected with her lower left leg. She felt more of her strength drained from her limb, but reacted coolly by rolling onto her feet and simultaneously releasing her golden lasso with a flourish. Ultra Woman sent it flying towards her attacker in a golden arc, attempting to lock its tip around the man's ankles and pulled him off balance.

As the lasso flew towards the cloaked man, Dena rushed forward and prepared to snap a high kick towards the man's right shoulder in a follow up attack.

As soon as he saw the blonde Ultra Woman reach for the lasso on her hip, Talisman reacted. He had suspected she would try that type of attack once she saw his powers. His hand took on a crimson glow. As the lasso hurled at him, he pulled his hand up, palm open towards the magic rope. In the second it took for the lasso to come at him, the closer it came the more the golden glow faded, only to be replaced by a blood-red glow that matched the one around his hand.

In less than two seconds, the loop of the lasso that had been intended to grab Talisman was frozen in midair. Racing down the length of the lasso came that crimson glow, swallowing the golden aura normally around it, shooting right towards Dena's grip on the end of the magical coil of rope.

Unable to concentrate on dodging the kick as well as controlling the lasso, Talisman made a flipping gesture with his glowing hand. A moment later, Ultra Woman's white and blue boot struck him in the shoulder. Twisting around and falling back, Talisman's feet were jerked from the floor as he hurled through an old door and into the old garage. He hit the floor with a grunt, his right arm numb from the strike.

Dena's eyes widened as the mysterious red glow raced back from the tip of her once golden lasso up along its length, darting and racing like a crimson snake back to its owner. With a startled gasp Dena dropped the lasso as the reddish shadows reached its end, sending another numbing chill directly into the palm and fingers of her right hand.

Even as Talisman was kicked back, the crimson-glowing lasso was mystically thrown back at Dena by Talisman's gesture. The glowing lasso slapped across her upper belly. It seemed to have a life of its own as it began to attack it's beautiful owner. The coil twisted like a living, glowing snake as it curled upwards, one loop quickly encircling her soft, firm breast.

With more of her Amazonian strength drained from her right arm, Dena was caught completely unprepared by her own animated lasso as it stroked forward like a viper with a life of its own. She stumbled as it impacted upon her upper belly, the blow caused her more startlement than any actual physical injury. Then as it suddenly coiled around her torso between her breasts, Dena grasped its flailing ends in her hands, using them to keep the writhing artifact at bay as she leaped towards her attacker, refusing to give him time to recover.

In a high forward somersault Ultra Woman tumbled through the old door into the garage. Down she came after a graceful spin in midair. With a flex of the well tanned muscles of her right leg, she aimed a heavy axe kick down towards his stomach while he laid sprawled on the floor as she descended.

Talisman moved his fingers, giving them a deep burgundy glow to match the coiled lasso fighting Ultra Woman's control.

As Dena's boot came down, it seemed to pass through Talisman, as if swinging through him as if he were some kind of hologram. The powerful Amazon's blow cracked the concrete flooring of the garage with a reverberating crunch. As she watched, Talisman faded from view completely, like a ghost returning to its own dimension.

Ultra Woman slammed her boot onto the concrete floor, giving a light grunt at the impact as the mysterious stranger vanished right before her eyes.

The lasso struggled in the beautiful Amazon's grasp, lifting up her breast as it coiled beneath the mammary. It writhed like a living snake, fighting for all it was worth to wrap any part of its length around the blonde Ultra Woman. Even as Dena tried to gather it into her hands, the length of it was almost too much to control as it looped around her back over the torn costume.

Dena gasped feeling almost four-fifth of her tremendous strength being drained away as the pulsing lasso wrapped about her breasts. With a desperate grab she suddenly seized the ends of the flailing rope, and with several twists and turns she uncoiled the writhing lasso from her person. Ignoring the sound of a rip behind her as she further damaged the waist of her half torn skirt, leaving a sizable opening near the small of her back barely covered by her slim yellow belt. Now with barely more strength than a well trained human, Ultra Woman hurled the red glowing lasso out through a half boarded up window, sending it flying off into the darkness beyond.

Ultra Women whirled and placed her back against a bared wall, her eyes a bit wide at the expected events. She looked about for her unseen foe, alarmed that the asset of her great strength had now almost completely deserted her for reason still unclear to her.

Dena called out, trying to sound more confident than she actually felt, "I know you are still here and can hear me villain. Why don't you just give up now and save yourself a lot of trouble. You know you are no match again me and I do not wish to have to hurt you!"

She looked about alertly, wondering to herself about how much damage her kick did to the stranger, and also pondering how effective she was now that her strength had been greatly diminished.

He was back in his shadows, watching the alarm on the heroine's face fade back into the arrogance he despised in Amazons. This time would be different; this one would learn defeat like every other one that had come to this world from their protective island.

Keeping himself silent, he winced and held his injured body with one hand. Yes, she would pay for that.

It only took a few minutes for his ribs to heal. Like a curtain parting, Talisman stepped back out of the shadows to confront the blonde beauty. "Hurt me?" he said in a deep, melodious voice that spoke as if it were speaking from a thousand years of history. "You are merely an Amazon, and a weak one at that now."

He brought his hands up in a defensive stance. They had a faint crimson glow, matching the evil magic that had controlled her lasso. "Come, little Amazon, show me your strength."

In the snow outside, the red-glowing lasso slithered through the flakes covering the ground. Through the door, the tip of the lasso came, as if a snake wanting to see the coming battle.

Talisman approached Dena with obvious confidence. The crimson glow moved to his entire body, giving the room a bloody hue that reflected off the gold of Ultra Woman's costume. "Surrender," he said, almost mockingly, "and I shall not hurt you."

Dena turned to the odd looking man. She eyed the red glow surrounding his body warily, her brows knitted prettily at an angle above her blue eyes. Carefully Ultra Woman examined her foe, noting his strange attires for the first time, her gaze traveled up and down his person in search of visible signs of weapons.

Not seeing any obvious indication of weapon, Dena concluded along with the brief earlier exchange with this man that his was most likely a mystic well versed in the arcane arts, and quite possibly trained in physical combat. Knowing in her heart that almost all of her Amazonian strength was drained away, Dena sorely missed her lasso, even though that red glow on it would surely caused more harm to her than benefit.

Silently she reminded herself of her mission here in Megapolis. The concern of the disappeared couple overshadowing her thoughts. She was now unsure whether that was another trickery by this man before her, or he had indeed spirited them away for some evil purpose. Gradually Dena regained her composure from the initial surprise, and confidence returned as she reminded herself that her cause was just and surely the wrong doer would be punished.

Dena faced the stranger fully and stood to her full height, balancing perfectly on the balls of her feet, her entire body at once relaxed and readied to spring to action. Although her diminished strength left her in a distinct disadvantage, she was certain that her speed and agility surpassed his, and she would prevail as long as she kept him off balance.

Dena brushed a lock of her blonde tress from her face as she eyed Talisman, "I am certain you do not realize the futility of your action. You are obviously a trained and competent foe, but I am Dena, Ultra Woman, the champion of justice and defender of the innocent." With a proud toss of her hair Dena locked eyes with him and continued.

"Surely you know that evil cannot hope to stand in the way of justice, goodness and virtues. Why don't you tell me what you have done with the man and woman, then depart this place in peace? I will allow no harm to come to the innocent."

Ultra Woman watched the man closely, prepared to burst into motion at a moments notice, but allowed herself one last attempt to reason with the villain, hoping he would see the error and futility of his ways and surrender peacefully.

As Ultra Woman spoke, a sly smirk creased the outsides of his lips. His tall, lean body moved easily on the balls of his feet, obviously ready to react to an attack the smaller Amazon might make.

Talisman moved towards Dena, his midnight cloak flowing around his body as he stepped forward cautiously. "I wish you no harm either, little Amazon, I only wish to show you that you are inferior and your true status is that of a servant."

Dena's eyes flashed angrily and gave him a cold stare. "How dare you speak to me that way! I am the Champion of the Amazon, not some plaything for your sick game!"

The crimson glow on his hands gave the entire garage area a faintly bloody hue. Off behind him, slithering through the open doorway, came the mystically controlled lasso.

He knew the lasso was there, but didn't give any sign of knowing. "Now, surrender to me, little Amazon. Surrender now, and I shall be gentle. Struggle, and I shall take you most violently," he warned her, his tone even, deep, and dark.

Dena replied with obvious annoyance at his attitude, "You will 'take' nothing, villain! Know that I have exercised care not to cause you more harm than was necessary in hopes that you will come to your senses."

She eyed his shoulder pointedly, then continued. "Continue this foolish course of action at your own risk, for you will soon realize that you have placed yourself in a situation beyond your control. Trifle with an Amazon and you will learn the price for such foolishness!"

Knowing that no Amazon would willingly surrender, even should this one tell him she would do so, Talisman gave her no chance to strike first. He put out a hand and fired a red bolt of magically, physical energy.

It was aimed at Ultra Woman's head, but it was telegraphed badly. The lithe heroine was able to duck under it without any trouble, just as Talisman had planned. The wall behind her erupted in a shower of concrete chunks from the collapsing wall. Talisman leaped back, his dark eyes narrowly watching and anticipating her burial.

Ultra Woman reacted almost instantaneously. Ducking the blast, then as the sound of the crumbling wall began reverberating through the garage she dove forward, narrowly avoiding the cascade of cement and debris. With a sideways tumble she touched her right hand lightly on the ground, the momentum of her spin carrying her forward. Dena's firm thighs flexed as she half scissored out with her feet, directing a one-two snap kick aiming at Talisman's jaw with the spiked heels of her blue white boots. And despite her greatly diminished strength, the speed of her reaction was blinding fast and beautifully graceful.

Talisman's head snapped back as the white heels dug into his chin, leaving indentations in his skin. He stumbled backwards until he fell over the step up and crumpled onto his back in the doorway of the old office and garage of the gas station.

As he fell backwards, he brushed against the lasso. With a sweep of his hand, he gathered up the end of it and hurled the entire length at Dena. The crimson-controlled rope writhed through the air towards her. "You forgot your toy, Amazon," he said with preternatural calm in his voice as the snaking lasso arched through the air at Dena. There was no way he would fall to any woman, most of all an Amazon. He knew their weaknesses, he knew their strengths. From the power of the kicks to his chin, this one didn't have much left.

Talisman wouldn't leave it at that. With her attention on the lasso, Talisman raised a hand. It flashed of dark red, and another of those draining beams shot right towards Dena's chest.

Dena eyes widened as her own lasso, still surrounded by the strange red glow, came hurtling through the air towards her like a twisting snake. Taking a step backward she spun horizontally in a butterfly kick, aiming the tip of her boot perfectly at the handle of the oncoming object. The precise impact of her spin kick sent the lasso once again flying out the same window as before, only to be followed by a half gasp as the follow-up blast from Talisman's hand slammed into her torso at the base of her right breast.

Instantly Ultra Woman felt another debilitating drain on her strength. She staggered sideways barely retaining her footing. Dena felt that she was now barely stronger than a normal female athlete. The mystical discharge apparently caused no harm to her person, but the result on her fading strength had put her in a critical disadvantage.

"I must be very careful now," Ultra Woman thought to herself, "I need to avoid these annoying energy blasts and rely on my speed and agility to take him out."

Dena whirled and once again faced her foe, unaware for the moment that the red blast had burned a small portion of her bustier just underneath her right breast, leaving part of her tanned skin exposed.

"Nice magic tricks, villain, but it will avail you nothing!" Dena announced hotly, then suddenly rushed the cloaked man with a series of blindingly rapid left and right crosses with her fists, methodically pushing him backward as he maneuvered to avoid the blows. She followed the sequence of attacks with a feint : a forward high kick aiming at his nose. Then Dena dove forward into a brief handstand, her hands pushing against the ground like a pair of springs as she lightly tumbled up and forward, coming down with the back of her knees on top of Talisman's shoulders on both sides of his head. Still half turning in midair, Dena clamped her legs tightly around his neck and twisted to the left in a maneuver as if attempting to snap his neck.

Talisman knew that his Amazonian adversary would be quick, but he had expected her to be one of the overly muscular kind, like the redhead he had defeated some years before. This one, smaller and less bulky, made up for the lesser strength by superior quickness. Already he had taken a few short jabs that had forced him to back up into the office again. When her knees clamped around his neck, he had only a split second to brace himself, as his other arm grabbed one of Dena's thighs and held it to his chest.

As Ultra Woman twisted her body, he put a hand out to a support beam. With his body leveraged by the stiff arm propping him upright, his neck didn't have any place to go. Normally a man would have been spun about and thrown to the ground by this maneuver. However, with Dena's weakening and Talisman's leverage on the pole, his body stayed still. The end result was simple.

With a crunch that echoed around the hollow shell of the abandoned gas station office, Talisman's neck snapped.

For a moment all was silent in the empty gas station. Talisman didn't move, but his grip on her thigh did not weaken. Slowly, his head dropped down to look at the Amazon draped around his shoulders. Even with his head at a slightly awkward angle, he could look down the length of Dena's body to her face. A dark grin spread across his face at the view. He could see the tiny white strip covering her mound under the tight blue skirt stretched taut over her hips. The torn hole just under her right breast gave him an excellent view of the firm flesh within the bustier. Blonde waves spilled across the floor as it fell from her beautiful face.

Dena looked up, at first frowning at the hand resting just below the hem of her blue skirt touching her tanned right upper thigh. Then she gazed in surprise as a grin appeared on the 'disabled' villain's face even though her attack should have been fatal or at the very least extremely debilitating to even a strong foe.

Ultra Woman looked incredulous, her expression filled with incomprehension at his smile. Then the unease from the hand resting on her thigh was replaced by a sudden stiffening of her body as he held onto her in that awkward position. She gasped as she followed his eyes down the length of her body, and a pink flush suffused her flawless cheeks as she realized what he could see from the angle while the tight hem of her skirt laid stretched and opened between her thighs.

Dena began to struggle desperately to climb off her foe, hoping that he did not yet have an opportunity to see anything inappropriate. The distressed heroine certainly never intended to compromise herself that way. The choice of her garment was made by mainly following the long tradition of the line of the Ultra Woman. The only minor modification was the replacement of the usual satin briefs, which was turned into a skirt that she normally worn and loved. Even that last maneuver of her attack was based upon the reaction and her instinct from the moment of combat.

For the first time she noticed the tear on the bustier near the base of her right breast and the small opening behind her back near her belt, both allowing the cool air of the office to brush across her partially exposed skin. Even these minor exposure distressed Dena terribly, and with a reaction caused purely by her modesty she attempted to close her thighs tightly. This simple, instinctive act not only prevented Dena from disentangling her long legs from Talisman's shoulders, but it served to further locking her in place as she tried without success to close her legs by clamping her knees tightly around his broken neck. Dena's blush deepened as she struggled to free herself, her expression was that of embarrassment and mortification, as deep inside herself Dena was not sure that she could maintained her composure if he was able to actually see inside her blue skirt, her intimate underclothing being something that no man, and no one, has ever looked upon.

Bracing his feet firmly, he grabbed Dena's other thigh and held it to his chest. "You made a mistake," he gloated as he suddenly spun Ultra Woman around in a hard circle by her legs and slammed her into the concrete support pillar.

Ultra Woman gasped as her body was spun in a large circle, her hands reaching up to grasp Talisman's wrists, trying her best to hang on. Then with a feminine squeal Dena was suddenly sent flying, the centrifugal force of the spin tearing her desperate hold away from his arms.

Dena crashed heavily into the pillar, the back of her head impacting solidly against the concrete with a loud thud. Instantly bright white stars danced across her field of vision as she was left momentarily dazed, the breath knocked out of her as she slid slowly to the ground. The cool warrior within Dena gauged that she was not seriously hurt, only momentarily stunned. But she would need to rally quickly to prevent him from pressing his advantage. Dena groaned in pain, catching her breath as she leaned against the pillar, her arms and legs sprawled wide apart.

Talisman knew he had to follow up his brief advantage. Grabbing his head, he jerked it to one side. Another crunch echoed through the empty office as the nasty bulge of broken spine disappeared and returned to a regular appearance.

The lesson he had come to teach still was untaught however. The Amazon, dazed and leaning askew against the support column, would recover soon. He had to act. Gathering up the magic of the world around him, not to mention the magic he had drained from Ultra Woman, Talisman brewed up a new concoction. His midnight blue cape billowed behind him as the column suddenly came to life. Living tendrils of metal oozed out and lashed around each of Dena's bracelets.

Dena's eyes flew wide as the metallic tentacles locked around her bracelets. She angled her wrists backward and grabbed the tendrils in her hands. Ultra Woman pulled at the rapidly solidifying ooze with all of her remaining strength to no avail.

Dazed from the blow and her Amazon strength drained, Ultra Woman's wrists were pulled over her head and pinned against the post. Talisman definitely wouldn't waste this opportunity. Leaping forward, he launched his glowing hands down at her. Kneeling down between her spread legs to keep them apart, he instantly grabbed the soft breasts now vulnerable and beckoning him forward. "Oh yes, tonight you get a lesson, little Amazon," he gloated darkly.

"Hey! Get this thing off of me!"

Dena exclaimed in outrage as her arms were forced above her head, straining and struggling hard against the relentless pull of the tendrils. Then she reacted instinctively as Talisman began kneeling down between her legs, snapping her knees together half a second too late and only succeeding in pressing her firm, tanned thighs around his legs.

"G-...get away from me or you be sorry!" A humiliated flush began to creep up Dena's cheeks as she found a man having forced himself between her parted thighs. Then her words were choked off as Talisman's hand cupped at her right breast. At first the outrage of having someone take such liberty with her person froze her in shock, then her blue eyes looking down at his hand, and they widened in horror as they glancing up to see his dark gloating grin. Ultra Woman bucked and writhed in a burst of rage and humiliation, twisting left and right trying to dislodge his glowing hand from her breast even as she tried to ignore the tightening of her nipple from being touched against her will.

As he rolled his thumb around the cup of the bustier, right over the nipple underneath, he gave Dena a calm, leering grin. He pushed against her breasts, making them bulge upwards in her bustier to his obvious amusement.

"How DARE you touch me?!?" Dena eyes were filled with fire as she glowered at her foe. With a strength half born of desperation Dena pulled her legs towards her stomach, keeping her thighs together tightly she slammed her knees into Talisman's midsection in an attempt to knock him backward and away from her.

Talisman let out a gasp as he was pushed back. As he went though, he grabbed the upper lip of Ultra Woman's bustier. As he fell back on his ass, he pulled it out and down, freeing the soft gland from the constraining top. He quickly scurried back out of range of Ultra Woman's legs, knowing that in this position, he was particularly vulnerable to an Amazon's kick to his most sensitive region. He didn't know if this Ultra Woman would do that, but others had, and he wouldn't give this blonde a chance.

Dena started to smirk as her foe toppled backward, a satisfying thud sound as a result from the impact of his butt hitting the ground. Then she suddenly felt cool air across her breasts, and she looked down in horror when she realized that her red bustier was pushed down beneath her firm, tanned globes, leaving her breasts and nipples completely exposed to his leering gaze.

Dena flushed darkly as tears of outrage began forming in her blue eyes. This encounter had ceased being a fight between good and evil. Her foe turned out to be the basest type of villain who was deliberately using childish and vindictive acts to embarrass the young Amazon. And Ultra Woman was indeed humiliated, for her breasts had tumbled free of the protection of her bustier to be exposed to the very foe she was in combat against.

"You...you BEAST! Let me go now or you'll feel the wrath of the Champion of the Amazon! How dare you trifle with my person. I demand that you release me now or you'll be sorry when I get loose!"

Ultra Woman struggled in vain trying to pull her arms free from the metal tendrils that are locked around her bracelets. Desperately, Dena pulled her legs up and together in front of her body, shielding her exposed torso from Talisman's eyes as she glared up to him, her fingersclenched tightly into two little fists.

As he came to a stop, Talisman kept out of reach of Ultra Woman's white and blue boots. "That wasn't very nice, little Amazon." He held his hand up again, this time glowing of a soft, bluish purple. "I already told you I can affect anything with any magic in it. You, Ultra Woman, are a creature of magic." As the hand glowed brighter, the blonde superheroine started to feel flushed. "I know about your Curse, Amazon." He grinned again as he stood up over Dena. "I know how to manipulate it. Ever cum in the presence of a man?" he chuckled darkly.

Something distracted him. Glancing over, Talisman caught sight of the lasso. With a wave of his other hand, the magic lasso flew through the air and mystically coiled into his grip. "Now, Ultra Woman, either you let me tie you up with this lasso, or I let that lovely Curse swallow you whole."

Dena gasped in incomprehension as he began using his magic in a despicable attempt to arouse her body. She looked up at him with defiance as he retrieved the lasso, then announced, "Do your worse, villain! I am Ultra Woman, the Amazon's Champion! I am not some plaything for you to toy with. Release me now or I shall visit upon you with the full fury of our kind!"

Dena silently groaned inward despite herself. She of course knew of the vulnerability of the Amazon's Curse, even though she had never experienced it herself. Ultra Woman sounded more confident that she actually felt, but she was certain that this villain was only bluffing. This was a fight between light and darkness, and she believed that even such a villain had his own code of honor, however twisted it maybe. Her own inexperience had led her into this quandary, and perhaps it was time for Dena to call this mission a failure, regroup and return later for another duel.

"If you think tying me up with my lasso will gain you anything you are sadly mistaken. I am going to appeal to your sense of decency that must be in you, even if it is almost overwhelmed by your other dark deeds. Give up your way and let me go. You are in enough trouble as it is."

As Ultra Woman spoke, Talisman walked to a different support post. With a wave of his hand and a flash of argent magic, a silver cable appeared in his hand. "I grow weary of your blustering," he said without otherwise acknowledging Dena's warning. "I think some new sounds need to come out of that mouth."

"I gave you the qualifications for your release, Ultra Woman," he said as he tied off the magic cable to the dirty column. "You're lovely, just like all your kind. You are also foolishly persistent."

Holding onto the magic cable still, he went to another support column diagonal to Dena. With another flash of his magic, he formed a second cable that he quickly tied to the support post.

Talisman walked back before Ultra Woman, a coil of the silvery cable in either hand. "Now we will put an end to your nonsense." With a flick of his wrists and a pair of agent flashes, the ends of the magic cables shot forward. Lashing around Dena's ankles, each one quickly gripped the boot tightly. With a sudden jerk, Dena's legs were pulled away from her body. The cable tightened with a force that she normally could have easily broken, but in her weakened state the two cables held her legs straight out, ninety degrees from each other.

"Nooo! Don't!!" Dena gasped as the cable around her ankles tightened and began forcing her legs open. The muscles of her calves and inner thighs flexed and strained as she struggled in a loosing battle to keep her long legs together, her Amazon strength all but gone from the repeated effect of the mystic red glow.

Grinning darkly, Talisman walked up freely now between her spread legs. "Your precious white panties are showing now, Ultra Woman," he gloated in a low, deep voice. "Even better, are your breasts!"

Dena tensed as he casually walked between her legs, then her cheeks turned a deep crimson as she blushed furiously.

"G...get away from me you pervert!!" She thrashed in a humiliated panic, shamed to the extreme that her breasts and white thong panties were on display and there was nothing she could do about it. The fact that he was between her legs in such an intimate position only made this more embarrassing to Dena.

Dropping down quickly to his knees, his hands, glowing of the warming violet energy, gripped both of Dena's bare breasts. The magic sank into her body, sending a lustful heat shooting into her breasts and spreading through the length of her body. "I know you hate this, little Amazon, but you need it to show you what perils await you in this city. I did this to one of your predecessors, and she lasted eight years." He gave Dena a dark smirk. "Think of this as training."

With that, he cupped the underside of Ultra Woman's bare breast and lifted it up. Down went his head, as his mouth engulfed the vulnerable nipple.

"Train...training? What are you talking about? NOOoooo!!!" Dena let out a scream as he suddenly descended upon her breast, her nipple instantly became erect as she felt someone's mouth on her hard nub for the first time.

"Don't! St-stop it!!" Ultra Woman struggled in her helpless position, pulling her torso to the left and right in an attempt to dislodge his mouth from her breasts. She kicked desperately at the cable locked about her boots, her every instinct demanding that she get this man away from between her legs and closed her thighs tightly. For the first time she regretted the choice of a skirt instead of the traditional satin panties of the previous Ultra Women.

Humiliated and very confused, her mission to rescue the 'phantom couples' completely forgotten, Dena sought desperately to regain some measure of control over this situation. She came prepared for a battle, but this had turned into something far more insidious than she was readied to deal with.

Dena continued doing her best to avoid Talisman's hands and mouth, looking down at him with blue eyes barely containing their tears, she attempted to reason with her foe...

"You must stop this, you have made your point! It is time for me to call this mission a failure. Release me now and I'll agree not to return, but you must stop what you are doing now. You do not understand what you do. Let me go and I'll forget this ever occurred, I cannot bear this!"

Ultra Woman paused, looking down into his eyes mentally willing him to see reason, her parted thighs quivering in fear and shame, her modesty desperately wanting him to step away between her legs, the humiliation of her position turning her flawless cheeks three shades of pink.

Talisman didn't seem to pay any attention to the young heroine. His lips suckled the firm breast deeper into his mouth as his teeth nibbled at the now-erect nipple. His hand cupped under the swelling flesh to lift it higher on her chest. He gave the underside of the tit a squeeze, making it mold towards the middle, which he sucked on with even more determination.

The mage finally released Ultra Woman aroused breast, watching closely as the freed mound bounced on her chest. "Delicious, little Amazon," he breathed hungrily. "Now there's something else I wish to suckle on. Your juices will arouse and delight me, as did those of your sisters in days gone by."

"Some...something else? W-wait!" Dena exclaimed as she looked up at him with blue eyes filled with confusion and anger, her body straining to get as far away from the man as possible, her nipple now almost painfully erect from the unwanted attention.

"There is nothing further to be gained by this, villain. Just l-let me go and I'll agree not to come back. I don't know what you want from me but there is no reason for you to continue this. You do not realize what you have already done to me. But I'll forget even this if you release me, or I swear I'll seek vengeance upon you until the end of your days!"

He reached down to Dena's thighs and took the hem of her snug blue skirt in hand. With furtive glances to see the expression on her face, Talisman took his time to slowly pull her skirt up her silken thighs. Higher it went, revealing more of her toned, strong legs. Finally it curled around the curve of her hips where he released it.

Dena looked down as his hands traveled downward, a mixture of humiliation and shame on her crimson cheeks as she realized his intention. The biceps on her forearms flexed and rippled as she strained to pull free from the tendrils around her bracelets, her spiked heels pushing against the ground in a futile attempt to close her legs even as more and more of her well tanned thighs are exposed.

"Stop it! DON'T...please!" Ultra Woman blurted out the last word in panic. Never had Dena imagined that a Champion of the Amazon would be reduced to pleading with one of her foe, not for her life nor the well being of another. The fact that she was forced to beg for her own modesty filled her with humiliation. Ultra Woman came to this city fully prepared for the vigor of combat against dangerous and demented foes, but the developing events filled her with dismay. Here she was, rendered powerless and bound, and all she could desperately wish for was a way to preserve her honor and virtue. Dena thought bitterly to herself of her mission and vow to defend the public. But how could a heroine do that when she could not even protect her own body from the lust of a simple villain?

A single tear of humiliation rolled down her blue eye as her skirt was forced up around her shapely hips, completely exposing her white thong panties to the leering gaze of her enemy. Again Dena could not help but flushed crimson, knowing that her most private part was now only protected by a thin strip of silk, the shape of her sex delicately outlined through the white lace.

Talisman tapped Dena on her as-yet unmolested breast. "You know, it has been a mystery to me why one of you Amazons trims the bush down there, why another lets it be, while one of your kind I had like this had removed her hair entirely. What's your choice, little Amazon?"

He chuckled darkly as his hands moved up the insides of her thighs. "That's fine, I'd rather you not tell me. I do so love surprises," he said as his fingers nudged under the lip of her panties. Fanning his bare fingers out, he pushed them under the white material.

While one hand's fingers moved around under her panties, the other's fingers came together. All but one, that is. It moved downwards. He kept his eyes on Dena, relishing the humiliation and outrage on her beautiful, innocent face. As his index finger moved across her clit and started to part the swollen labia, he whispered to her, "Are you a virgin?"

Dena gasped aloud as his fingers touched her thong and began sliding inside the front of her panties. The intrusion brought a new outburst of struggle and thrashing from the Amazon as she felt his fingers lightly brushed over her delicately trimmed blonde sex, this touch causing even her exposed breasts to flush pink. Never had Dena allowed anyone to touch her so intimately, and she choked off a sob as his fingers began to near her labia, a shudder traveling down her body even as the Curse began to take hold.

She lets out a scream filled with distress as he neared her lips, thrashing her hips this way and that, barely avoiding him from spreading her sex petals. Then her struggling was brought to a grinding halt at the crudity of his question. Looking up with a dropped jaw, Dena realized for the first time what this twisted man could take from her. Her shame and wounded pride now turned her humiliation into rage, as she glanced up at his whispers, a blue fire appeared in her eyes.

"How DARE you ask me that!" Dena exclaimed, not only refusing to answer the extremely personal question, but suddenly tensed her entire body. She braced herself, then without warning slammed her forehead directly across the bridge of Talisman's nose as he leaned forward to whisper his lewd question. Even as the vast blow sent him flying backward and displaying bright white stars across her vision, Ultra Women slipped her arms out from her bracelets captured by the metal tendrils. With her silver bracelets still dangling in their grasps, she began tearing at the cables around her boots, the knowledge of his foul intention adding a measure of desperate strength to the depowered Amazon as she attempted to break free of her bonds...and succeeding.

Talisman also saw stars, but he had an edge. The powers that Ultra Woman had lost to his magic had only enhanced the mage. Quickly shaking off the pain her tiara had punched into him, he quickly clambered to his knees. He shook off his midnight cape, revealing the real costume. The dark blue of it seemed like overlapping pieces, or some kind of scaled skin. Whatever it was, it was like some kind of futuristic medieval armor.

Silent now, he prepared himself as she jerked her boots free of the magic cables. Her skirt still hiked over her hips, his eyes burned while watching the moisture-spotted white panties flex around her pussy and along the crack of her perfectly shaped ass. As Dena got to her booted feet, Talisman charged. His shoulder plowed into her lower back before she could turn herself to face him. Like being struck by a bull, the blow threw her to the floor five feet away.

"OOaaaff!" Ultra Woman exclaimed as she sprawled forward just when she removed the last of the cable from around her boot. She half skidded across the floor, then quickly began scrambling to her knees.

As the beautiful blonde recovered from the blow, Talisman was behind her. Grinning at her wiggling ass as she got to her hands and knees, he reached a hungry hand down. He wrapped his hands around the white panties protecting her ass and pulled them upwards.

"HEY! Get OFF of me, you sick pervert!" Dena struggled, reaching behind her and raked her nails across the front of Talisman's strange scale armor, at the same time snapping her knees and thighs together tightly as he grasped her thong from behind. She took the hem of her blue skirt in her free hand and tried to pulled it down to cover her suddenly exposed backside. Straining and thrashing like a wildcat, her tanned upper thighs and ass cheeks on display, Dena strained to protect her modesty and to keep her blonde sex from his eyes.

"Don't! Stop it!" Her blue eyes suddenly began to widen in genuine alarm when the first sound of torn fabric can be heard over her resistance as Talisman increased the pressure of his pull.

"Don't you like that, Amazon," he said, his voice low and almost demonic now. "Let me take care of that." His hand around her panties glowed black, making the white panties darken. As the panties destabilized, Talisman ripped them away from her body.

"NNNoooooooo!!!" Dena screamed as the bottom part of her white thong was suddenly tore open with a loud rip, leaving the front and back of her panties dangling uselessly just barely covering her delicate blonde bush and the crack of her ass.

With her ass cheeks flushing crimson, Ultra Woman snapped a viscous kick backward, blindingly striking towards his lower abdomen even as she twisted desperately around, staggering up to her feet and away from her foe. Blushing in utter humiliation she turned to face him, one arm across her exposed breasts, the hand of her other arm holding the hem of her skirt down tightly shielding her torn panties.

"You...you!" Dena spluttered with outrage and exasperation. Never in her wildest nightmare had any combat turned into such a shameful situation for her. She came to this city fully prepared for even the pain of the worst wounds from titanic battles, but the behavior of this villain left her half speechless and completely bewildered. Now, for the first time during this battle Dena's eyes searched the large office for a mean of escape.

Talisman approached the shorter figure with a dark smirk, one devoid of joy or mirth. "You're fighting stance has changed, little Amazon. If I were one of the brutes of the city, like a Mayhem, I could easily strike your face and leave you senseless," he said. As he took each slow step, the faint light from the streetlights coming through cracks in the plywood 'windows' reflected off the scales of his uniform's odd armor.

Dena watched the approaching man with wide eyes, bringing up her right hand into a guard position while leaving her left arm covering her breasts over the half torn bustier, the stance looking ludicrous even to her confused mind. Left with little options, she furtively looked around the office and located the exit at the other side of the room. And as luck would have it, Talisman was directly between the door and herself.

"However, I would wish to give you a much more pleasurable state of senselessness." As he got within five feet of Ultra Woman, his hands spread wide, then came down in a waving gesture towards the area below his waist. With a twinkling of silver magic, the armored leggings, from his waist to his boots, faded from view. Gone was the covering, as his until-now restrained manhood bounded outwards. It wasn't fully erect, but from what the heroine had heard, it was darned close.

"P-pleasurable?" Dena's eyes flared in outrage. "I am NOT interested in your childish game, villain. Now stand aside and stop this foolishness!"

Even as Ultra Woman prepared herself for another outburst, her eyes slowly widened as the armored leggings began fading away from her foe. Her words grind to a halt when he finally stood before her with his manhood lewdly exposed. Dena's jaw dropped incredulously at her foe's outrageous behavior, her cheeks flaming a bright, bright pink as she laid eyes on the member of a man for the first time.

"W..what are y-you doing?!?" She almost whined in fear, taking a step backward, somehow unable to take her blue eyes from the disturbing sight in front of her as he began advancing.

Another joyless smirk gleamed darkly at Dena from the mage-villain. "Let us start...now!" he said sharply. With an extra burst of speed gleaned from the absorbed, drained powers he had taken from Ultra Woman, Talisman dropped low and swept his leg. Striking both of Dena's boots, Talisman sent them flying upwards.

Dena was utterly unprepared for the sudden attack, horrible thoughts began crossing her mind as the villain seemed to take delight in embarrassing her further.

As he came low towards her with the sweep, she twisted desperately to one side, but found her feet being knocked out from under her by brute force. She landed heavily onto her back, and only her maidenly instinct kept her legs tightly together as he came crashing down upon her, barely preventing him from wedging his knees between her own.

Stunned and dazed, Dena reached up blindly with her hands, momentarily forgetting that by doing so she left her breasts once again completely exposed to her enemy's eyes. Delivering two ineffective strikes upon his chest she twisted her arms as he came down on top of her seeking her wrists. Desperately she reached up and grasped his hands in hers and attempted to push the half naked man away from her person. She strained and her blue eyes widened even more when she felt her arms being completely overpowered, her fingers clutching desperately at his hands as they were slowly forced down towards the ground.

"Nooo! Get off of me! I will not tolerate these liberties any further!" Dena struggled with all of her waning strength under him, keeping her legs together tightly in dread of what is to come.

Unable to get between the beautiful heroine's legs, Talisman hopped onto her belly as he struggled to pin her wrists to the floor. With a swing of his hips, he then landed heavily onto her belly, just above her golden belt.

Dena's breath whooshed out from her lungs as her enemy landed heavily on top of her stomach. Dazed and terrified from his maleness so near her body, she scratched and clawed at his hands desperately. With her leverage at a disadvantage while she laid on her back on the ground, her fingers clutching desperately amidst his, Ultra Woman's tanned forearms and biceps flexed and strained uselessly as she tried with all her waning strength to keep him from forcing her hands to the floor.

Talisman's long, erect shaft slapped against her costume. The knobby, purplish head poked between the full mounds of her breasts, like a snake peeking at her through fleshy mountains. Beyond them, she could feel the heat from his loins seeping through her costume.

Her eyes BULGED when she felt his manhood slid up her belt and half torn bustier to rest between her breasts. Shocked and terrified almost beyond her reason, Dena thrashed futilely under him, causing her firm breasts to lightly jiggle back and forth around his member.

"NOOO! Get that away from me!! You can't do this, I'm Ultra Woman!!"

Dena protested shrilly, the contact of his hard maleness on her flesh caused tears to flow down her cheeks. Shamed almost beyond speech that she, as a heroine and champion of her people, actually found herself in such a humiliating and shameful situation. The touch of his hardness sending a sliver of dread as well as confusion into the young Amazon as the hint of the Curse began to take shape within her.

"Don't make this so hard, little Amazon," Talisman said as perspiration rolled down his forehead, despite the cold that had seeped into the building through the partially open doorway. With a final grunt of effort, he slammed her wrists to the stained tile floor. The villain leaned over Dena's face. "You are persistent, undoubtedly. Believe me, you will surrender to me before this night is over, do you understand, Ultra Woman?"

With a loud gasp Dena's hands were suddenly pinned to the floor. She looked up at him, fairly shivering at his closeness to her body. Below and behind Talisman, her long toned legs are pressed together tightly, keeping her knees and thighs firmly against each other while she breathed hard, her back slightly arched.

Dena slowly shook her head, the glory of her long blonde hair spread out in disarray beneath her, her eyes wide at his question.

"Nooo please don't do this to me. I...I beg you, you don't understand. I c..can't do this!"

Talisman's voice was a low, husky whisper as he leaned close to the side of Ultra Woman's face. "Why can't you, little Amazon?" he breathed against her cheek and ear. "Too pure for a man? No, you are perfect for a man, that's why you were created, to please men. What you call a Curse is a blessing for men that can take you."

Dena pulled her face away from her attacker as far as possible when he leaned down toward her. She stared up at him in disbelief, his whispered question causing a deep, deep blush to color her cheeks.

"NO stop it! Please don't do this to me, th-this is r...rape! I'm a heroine! You can't...I mean, I can't! I'm... I'm a..."

Dena bit her lips and went silent, tears flowing down her face. She shivered and considered that perhaps she had to tell him why she absolutely cannot be, MUST not be violated. But the thought of telling this complete stranger something so personal, private and intimate about herself filled Ultra Woman with humiliation and shame.

The villain glanced down at the knob of his manhood poking between the mounds of flesh on Dena's chest. "Haven't you ever wondered what having one of these would be like? Surely you have, the last Amazon I made love to admitted as much after her third orgasm and binding in her lasso."

As he sat back up, he smiled deviously down on Dena's tearful face. Talisman entangled his fingers into hers and kept her arms pinned down just over her head while he drew his left foot up. Wedging his boots between her thighs, he forced the scaled, midnight blue boot between Ultra Woman's legs.

Dena gasped again as his fingers tightened around hers, holding her bare palms intimately and embarrassingly down against the floor. She tensed her thighs as he began trying to wedge his left foot between her legs. Shuddering in humiliation as she found herself in such a vulnerable position, Dena clamped her toned, bronze thighs around his left leg tightly. She thrashed under him as she tried to throw him off, but only succeeded in unknowingly rubbing the inside of her thighs and calves against her attacker while she struggled.

"I promise you, little Amazon, that I will gentle. That is far better than you will get from any of your other rapists, that I promise you," he told Ultra Woman as he put his left knee on the floor and started to force his other boot between her straining thighs. "A brute like Mayhem would have beaten you into a bloody mess, then probably would have taken you anally. You see," he said with a placid smile as his right knee touched the floor, thus putting his hips between her thighs and dragging his rigid penis over the ripples of her drawn-up blue skirt, "I wish to share this pleasure with you."

Fighting a losing battle against her attacker's superior strength and leverage, Dena thrashed about madly on the ground. When his right boot began pushing against her knees, she clamped her thighs together too late only to find a man between her legs for the first time in her life.

The firm tanned muscles of her inner thighs clenched desperately, straining and quivering as he slowly and deliberately forced her legs wider and wider. With a squeal Dena's thighs were suddenly spread wide apart, her blue and white high heeled boots scraping uselessly against the ground as she pressed her legs tightly against Talisman's.

"NOOO! Stop it!! Get off of me!!"

Dena looked up with wide tear filled blue eyes as he lowered himself over her drawn-up skirt without warning, her legs clenching trying to force him out from between her. She felt totally helpless and defenseless when as he finally forced himself into position.

Suddenly and completely overwhelmed by a sheer utter panic, Dena threw her heroine dignity to the wind and begged with all her heart, "Oh goddess noooo! Please don't!!! I'll do anything!!"

With the last shred of pride and dignity draining from her, she looked up at the man, a crimson blush suffusing her cheeks as blurted out, "Wait oh just please WAIT! I beg you please don't rape me. I'm a VIRGIN!!!"

Talisman smiled blandly down at the heroine as his body tensed. "You were, little Amazon," he whispered as he pushed himself within the soft pink lips of her sex.

"NO! Stop it! You CAN'T!!" Ultra Woman thrashed wildly in panic, her thighs and calves sliding up and down against his legs as she struggled trying in vain to close them.

Dena GASPED when she felt his member's first touched upon her exposed sex.She flushed redly, now terribly aware of what he intended to do as well as the beginning of the Curse that sent sensations into her body like a bolt of white lightning when the shaft made contact with her.

She struggled, finding herself completely overpowered by his strength and leverage, and Dena was left with the only thing she could do at this time. Concentrating with all of her remaining strength, she clenched the muscles of her sex together tightly in a desperate attempt to prevent the forced entry. Her smooth, well tanned inner thighs quivered as she strained to close her legs, her knees bent at an awkward angle and the heels of her white boots pushing uselessly against the ground.

Dena's blue eyes flew wide open as he began to push himself against her, an unwilling groan of humiliating and shame escaping from her lips. She squeezed herself tightly, and for the moment her delicate and natural smallness stopped his advance. Frantically she looked up at him withtears filled eyes and begged him with all her might.

"Please you are hurting me! You can't do this I'm a superheroine! I beg you please don't take away my virginity! I'll do ANYTHING you want!!"

He gripped her fingers tightly within his. Talisman's hips dipped down as he struggled to overcome the natural resistance of Ultra Woman's virginal sex. "Open up, little Amazon. This will be the most pleasurable night of your life, that I can promise you," he said through lips drawn tight from the effort of breaking down Dena's sexual defenses. His increased power from raining hers made it much easier, as the head of his manhood pushed down within Ultra Woman's body.

Ultra Woman gasped as another moan, this one of fear and the beginning of arousal was forced from her lips. She clenched her hands tightly around his trying to push him off. The direct threat to her virtue sent her into a frenzy of a last struggle.

"Ohhh goddess PLEASE noooooo!"

Dena's suddenly froze when she felt the head of his member made contact with her untouched hymen. The walls of her sex spasmed around his shaft in shock even as she clenched hard around him, squeezing in a desperate but unsuccessful attempt at pushing him back out of her.

Talisman gave the struggling, weeping Ultra Woman a taut smile. "Admit it, little Amazon, admit that it is unlike anything you have ever felt in your life. What your people call a Curse is truly a blessing. Relax, enjoy the pleasure that will soon engulf you," he said softly as he retracted his hardened shaft of flesh an inch, only to use the space to thrust back even deeper within the taken superheroine.

"Come now, kiss me," Talisman said as he brought his lips down towards her face, his chest, covered with the strange blue scaled shirt, compressed her breasts and rubbed roughly against her nipples. "Don't resist," he whispered to the new Ultra Woman as his cock sank another inch into her moistening pussy, "because in the end, you will be happily orgasming, little Amazon."

"No please don't! I've never kissed anyone!" Dena blurted that out without thinking. Wishing she could sink her head into the ground as her enemy's face descended towards her. She felt the pressure increased against her maidenhead and clenched her thighs tightly around his legs in fear. She gasped again in pain, her delicate and tiny sex spasming while she resisted this last invasion. Then as he leaned forward she looked up at him pleadingly and kept her lush lips tightly closed together.

"Tonight will be a night of firsts for you, little Amazon," Talisman pronounced a moment before placing his lips onto Dena's red, luscious lips. Holding himself there, he tensed his body, then drove the thick point of his cock into Ultra Woman.

"PLEASE I beg you!!" Dena tightened her mouth in an attempt to keep his lips and tongue away. She clenched HARD around his invading member when she felt him tensed for the thrust, making herself as small and tight as possible trying to prevent the unwanted penetration. She looked up, eyes wide with tears and panic when he suddenly drove himself inside.

"Ggaaahhh goddess noooooooooo!" The scream of pain and loss was sudden torn from the Amazon. Her lips parting and formed an 'O' when her last defense was breached and she felt a man's cock forced inside her for the first time in her life. She gasped in shock, the defense of her mouth forgotten as her sex spasmed in shock around his member. His presence forced the rising tide of the Curse within Dena as she clenched hard trying to push him back out of her.

"Mnnhh!" the villain grunted into Ultra Woman's lips from the effort. His long cock was too strong to be resisted by the drained superheroine. With that single, overpowering stroke, Ultra Woman's hymen gave way, and Talisman thrust into the soul of her sexual body.

"MMMmmmppphhh!" With tears flowing down her eyes she clutched at his hands uselessly as he forced his kiss upon her lips, her legs kicking and sliding helpless against his while she shuddered on the business end of his shaft. She felt her delicate and tight sex stretched wider than she ever imagined possible as he drove inside. And shame and humiliation threatened to overcome her as he forced strange and unfamiliar sensations into her mind and body. She blushed even more discovering that the Curse is beginning to cause her sex to moisten even while she struggled, and her rapist could surely feel that as well.

Talisman grunted again as he forced himself deeper. He slipped away from Dena's lips and kissed his way down the side of her cheek. "Let yourself go," he whispered into Ultra Woman's ear. "Fall into the pleasure. You know the Curse is taking control of you," he continued as his curly pubic hairs touched her flesh, a sure sign he had almost completely penetrated the superheroine.

"Let go," he again told Ultra Woman, as his testicles touched her body below her pussy lips, and his cock finally punched to the depths of Dena's body.

"Please Stop it! You are too big. You are hurting me!" Dena pleaded without thinking. Part of her was half paralyzed with humiliation at first being made to beg as the Champion of the Amazons. Her mind kept shuddering at the fact that not a month into Megapolis her first defeat was leading to her enemy raping away her virginity while she laid pinned and overpowered beneath him.

A moan was forced from her lips as he drove himself all the way into her warm, tight sex. She could feel the walls of her sheath spasming and clenching involuntarily around the intrusion as she repeatedly tried to squeeze tight to prevent each penetrating thrust without success. Now too overwhelmed, weak and in shock, Ultra Woman was not able to mount any meaningful resistance to his assault beyond some token struggling.

"Get off of me. Get OUT of me please..." Dena sobbed even as her body began responding to an act that her mind rejected. With her legs forced wide apart she felt a trickle of blood and the juices of her arousal flowed down the inside of her left upper thigh.

He backed out of Dena and rose off the superheroine's chest and paused there, with the bloated head of his manhood bulging against the outer lips of her sex. Talisman gave Ultra Woman a condescending smile before coming back down. As her breasts again compressed against the rough, scaled material of his costume, his cock pushed back into her womanhood.

Dena gasped as she found herself penetrated fully again, her breasts swaying back and forth as she struggled futilely against his superior strength and leverage. Then they are flattened against his chest when he came down fully on top of her. She shuddered feeling her nipples hardened against her will while they rubbed against his torso.

"No don't! You must stop this. Please!" Ultra Woman whined, her sex lips stretched obscenely by his large member while they spasmed in shock around the shaft. Slowly becoming more and more incoherent, her resistance lessened even though her legs are still reflexively clenching around his while she tried unsuccessfully to close her thighs. The Curse of her people now a hazy fog threatening to overwhelmed her confused mind while she laid pinned and helpless beneath her foe.

"You feel it, can't you little Amazon?" Talisman said softly to Ultra Woman. He leaned up so he could peer down at her face. "You can feel your pulse racing, your body slowly submitting to the growing pleasure which you cannot resist," the villain said as he started to move his long, rigid shaft in and out of Ultra Woman's sex.

Fingers still wrapped within hers, Talisman kept Ultra Woman's arms pinned down over her head. "You can feel yourself getting even weaker, your thoughts getting cloudy with the rising pleasure that throbs within your loins. Feel the heat, the wetness, the need all swelling inside your body and mind," he continued, his words and deep voice seeming to float above her struggles and the steady thrusts of his cock inside her body. "Your body coated with your own perspiration and the sweat, hunger, and lust of a man ruthlessly penetrating your precious Amazon virtue."

As he spoke, Talisman kept up his steady, rhythmic penetrations of Ultra Woman's vagina. Back and forth, in and out, the sound of her damp pussy matched the physical sensations of Talisman's invading member. With every thrust, Talisman's chest would force her breasts to roll against her ribs and muscles of her chest, forcing her nipples to bend and grind against the rough, yet soft, surface of his mystic, armored costume.

Dena shivered uncontrollably when she felt her breasts rubbing against his outfit, shaking her head weakly from side to side in denial. She moaned, looking up at the man who so ruthlessly robbed her of her virginity, her eyes pleading and in tears...

"Stop it. You don't understand what you are doing to me! I'm an Amazon and a heroine. You can't DO this to me!"

She sobbed, defeated and overpowered, but her maidenly instinct continued to offer what resistance her body could provide while her mind slipped further into the almost overpowering mist of the Curse. The fact that a man is inside her made Dena lost all her haughtiness and composure, and the undeniable truth that this is being done to her against her will filled her mind with an overwhelming helplessness as well as igniting a deeply hidden passion within the young Amazon.

Dena thought to herself, "I've got to get him to stop this. I must not succumb to the Curse. If I am overcome he'll made me even weaker, and I'm not sure I will be able to handle the humiliation of being forced so."

"Give in, Amazon, give in!" Talisman suddenly barked as he drove his shaft into Ultra Woman's body. Faster and stronger, the mage began driving his cock into Dena, ruthlessly penetrating her wet sex. His pubic bone was touching hers, as his testicles bounce against the flesh between her legs. "Give in, let the Curse swallow you!"

With her own words flowing around her half dazed mind, Dena rallied a bit and regained some of her senses. With a renewal strength born of the fear of being forced into the ultimate humiliation Dena looked up at Talisman with hard, tear filled blue eyes, then announced...

"I will NEVER surrender to the likes of you. I am a heroine and I demand that you stop raping me this instance!"

Even as the words of bravado left her mouth Dena realized just how foolish it sounded, being in no position to demand her rapist to stop this foul act. Again a sense of helplessness and hopelessness threatened to completely bury what dignity and pride was left in her, and she resumed struggling trying weakly to move off of his violating member, her face blushing with shame at his utter control of her body and the entire situation.

Talisman seemed amazed at her continued resistance. "Perhaps," he said as he continued to thrust himself inside her sex, "perhaps you will make it. The last Amazon would have orgasmed by now." A faint smirk curled at his cheek. "You must be the coldest fish the Amazons could send out."

Keeping her arms pinned over her head, Talisman kept pounding into her pussy, his long, rigid cock splitting her open remorselessly. "Perhaps more visual proof of your defeat..."

Easily more powerful than the drained, raped Ultra Woman, Talisman pulled her hands together. The villain gathered her thin wrists into one of his hands and held them directly over her head, amidst the waves of her glistening blonde hair.

Next he took a handful of the blonde mass at the back of Ultra Woman's head. All along he kept up the pounding, rhythmic pace of his cock penetrating the new heroine. He pulled her head up so Ultra Woman could look down at herself. "See, see how powerless you are?" he said as his chest forced her breasts to bulge outwards as he kept up the rough thrusts into her. Her breasts would compress, then relax as Talisman retracted his manhood, then bulge again as he thrust inside Ultra Woman.

Dena gasped as she was forced to look down at the act of her own rape. Flushing darkly all the way down to her breasts, she sobbed as tears flowed down her cheeks. Trying ineffectually to pull her wrists from under his hand she looked down at her own helplessness in shame, utterly humiliated at the fact that this man had so easily rendered the Champion of the Amazon defenseless. Not only did she fail to defeat Talisman, but here she was, lying pinned and spread out beneath him and couldn't even stop him from plundering her own unwilling body while he mocked her.

Ultra Woman choked back a sob as he repeatedly drove himself deep inside her body, her sex instinctively and uncontrollably spasming and clenching at the unwanted penetration. The signs of the Curse now embarrassingly obvious as the moisture of her arousal is forced out of her sex to flow down her inner thighs.

"Must...must not give in. He'll destroy and utterly humiliate me if he manages to force me to yield to this...this act!" Dena thought to herself, now having trouble simply concentrating on holding onto her resolve. Part of her wailed at the loss of her purity to this beast, having had her virtue brutally taken from her against her will.

"No..." Dena bit her lips, unable to suppress a moan as he rutted against her violated body like an animal in heat. Completely helpless and in his control she squirmed weakly, the presence of a male inside her body for the first time beginning to drive all other thoughts from her mind when something suddenly dawned on her with horror...

"Please stop! You can't DO this!" Looking up almost pathetically she pleaded at him with her eyes, she shuddered in fear suddenly realizing the effect on her threadbare control if he actually released himself inside her.

"I b-beg you no more. By the goddess, please not inside me. Please get off of me. Get OUT of me!" Dena squealed again at a particularly deep and brutal thrust, and was left half shuddering as the last of her control was threatened to be broken asunder by his continuous assault.

Talisman's words were interrupted by gasps and grunts of pleasure from his penetrating member. "You are unlike your sisters, most would have been defeated by now," he said as his manhood kept plunging in and out of Ultra Woman's body. Each thrust was punctuated by the moist squishing of her pussy and the sound of flesh slapping against hot, damp flesh.

"I congratulate you, you have surpassed the others. However, you are still an Amazon." He rose up off of Dena's chest, allowing her breasts to float apart revealing the length of her body and his past them. Talisman arched his body up, allowing Ultra Woman to see the erect length of his member.

Dena struggled weakly against his superior strength and leverage, forced to look down at her own rape with tears of humiliation flowing down her blushing cheeks. Shaking her head slowly from side to side she could do nothing but sobbed and watched as he plundered her once virtuous and untouched body.

With her long blonde hair laying scattered and in disarray around her head, Ultra Woman gasped with each thrust as he brutally penetrated her tightness again and again. Despite the peril of the situation, Dena found herself increasingly overwhelmed by her own sheer helplessness and vulnerability. The fact that as the Champion of the Amazon she lied here completely in her adversary's power, unable to protect her own body as he had his way with her, all this served to ignite something dark and deeply hidden with Ultra Woman while she struggled in a loosing battle against being utterly overcome by the emotions and physical sensations being forced intoher.

His face getting more and more flushed, Talisman kept driving his hips down between Ultra Woman's tanned hips. The long erection slammed down into Dena even as Talisman's hand in her hair kept the beautiful Amazon's head up, forcing her to watch her own overpowering rape.

Talisman started to speak again, but his words broke up into a series of grunting hisses. "Unnh prepare...your curse starts...unnhhh...now..." Talisman grunted as his testicles, sliding against the inside of Ultra Woman's burning thigh, started to tighten and rise.

His fist in her hair tensed, pulled Ultra Woman's head forward until her chin touched her sternum. His back arched upwards, his teeth clenching in the grip of his rising passion.

"AAHHH!" the villain roared out as his cock exploded, sending hot jets of his evil seed into the depths of the great Ultra Woman.

Dena looked up with tear filled eyes in alarm, exclaiming : "No don't! Pull out I beg of you plllleeeeease!!!"

Her eyes suddenly flew wide open as she felt his member convulsed and began forcing blasts of his hot seed into her body for the first time.

"Nooooooooo!" Dena wailed in despair at this obscene symbol of her utter defeat, then with a surprising intensity that shook her to the very core The Curse triggered her body's unwilling respond against this violation. With a loud gasp Dena felt her sex clenched tight around his shaft, spasming uncontrollably as if she was milking every last drop of semen from his cock into her body. Shuddering violently and helplessly beneath her attacker Dena was forced into a spine break climax as she experienced her very first orgasm, and during her own rape no less.

Her mouth formed a perfect O as she bucked and shivered under him. Her drenched sex clenching and tightening around him while white stars exploded across her vision. And for a moment she felt herself being one with and utterly submitting to his dominating and demanding presence within herself. Then with a heart broken sob Dena collapsed back down onto the ground, shuddering and in complete shock at being deflowered and forced to climax before her rapist. Blushing from head to feet in total humiliation she closed her blue eyes, finally relaxing her struggle now that it was beyond all meaningful protest.

Talisman continued to thrust into Dena, but they were no longer meant to overwhelm her. Soft, almost gentle thrusts pushed into her taken sex as the villain released her hair. Letting her head fall backwards into the pillow of her sweaty blonde tresses, Talisman gave Ultra Woman a condescending smile.

"See, little Amazon, I warned you about this curse of yours. Your kind can't resist them," he said as he sank his softening manhood into her puddling puss and left it there as he spoke. "I don't suppose you'd want to serve me, would you?"

"No, I suppose not." As she lay there, Ultra Woman felt something slink around her held wrists. Her own lasso, animated by Talisman's magic, quickly bound her bracelets together. "Now, I can either tie you up and leave you here to feel the aftershocks of your orgasm, or I could take you over to that old couch and force you to mount, or, even better, clean me with your mouth. Have a choice, little Amazon?"

Slowly Talisman pulled his flaccid erection from Ultra Woman's ravished sex. With a faint pop of bottled juices seeping from the folds of her pussy, his cock fell out. The damp, purplish head slid along the inside of her sweaty thigh, leaving a trail of their combined sexual juices to stain the tanned, flushed flesh.

Talisman got to his feet as Ultra Woman's lasso spiraled slowly around her writhing, weakened body. Her pert, strong body was nearly limp from the orgasm. "Now, little Amazon, what someone like Mayhem would do is probably violently drive you into unconsciousness, or perhaps stand over you as his penis leaked fluids onto your face." He glanced down at his flushed, semi-erect manhood pointing archly down at Dena's sex. "I'm a gentleman, I would never do such a thing, but you should know what you're getting yourself into."

Dena collapsed back on the cold floor, her body shuddering as she laid half in shock there. Tears flowed down her cheeks while she felt a bit of blood and her enemy's foul seeds oozing out of her violated sex down her inner thighs. She half sprawled out on the ground, the front of her red bustier torn, her legs still spread wide apart with her skirt forced up to her waist, the torn remain of her white thong dangling from her hips in a mockery of the protection it afforded her.

Ultra Woman felt weak as a kitten, the forced orgasm having robbed what remaining strength and defiance from her body. With a heart broken sob she closed her blue eyes hoping this was but a nightmare, but in the darkness only saw repeated vision of her defeat, and the subsequent rape which took her most precious treasure from her. And not only had to endure the brutal ravishment by her foe, she was forced into a humiliating climax at her own violation as if she liked it.

These traumatic events and memories threatened to overwhelm Dena's mind, and with a sob that shook her shoulders her body shuddered one last time from the aftermath of her rape-induced orgasm, then blessed darkness descended upon her as she slipped into unconsciousness.