This story contains bondage, peril, sexual situations and language
The Mighty Marvel Team of Heroes Part Two - The Mug
The youngest member of the Marvel Team of Heroes, Marvel Lass zipped through downtown Crown City on the Marvel Cycle, in search of a white panel van, the kind used by The Mug, a small time thief, bank robber, purse snatcher, and all-around bad guy. It was also the same van that her mentor Marvel Maiden, spoke of in her last radio communication, the one that was intended to be the getaway vehicle for The Mug and his henchmen, after robbing the local art gallery. As she searched, Marvel Lass was putting the pieces together. "Judging by the shape of the two heavies with broken bones in the back of the gallery building, I'd say the robbery was,.. interrupted in a major way, and The Mug didn't get his score. He's street smart... as slippery as they come, and the missing van wouldn't be a problem, if Marvel Maiden were not missing in action as well. She could be in trouble. I have to find that van." As the concerned 19 year old heroine covered multiple city blocks in her search, she could not help but fear the worst, that the Mug and his thugs were transporting a different kind of cargo, Marvel Maiden herself.
Long moments later, the young crime fighter’s sharp eyes spotted a vehicle fitting the description, parked in a vacant lot. Unmarked, with no driver, but the engine was running, and the vehicle was alive with activity, bouncing and rocking like a carnival ride. "Bingo!" she said out loud. "Give 'em hell Marvel Maiden! I'm coming!" As the young daredevil swung the big bike around to make another pass, the vehicle’s driver stepped out of the large door in the rear. Seeing the sleek Marvel motorcycle approaching, he immediately raced to the vehicle's cab, jumped into the driver's seat and gunned the engine as he peeled away in a cloud of dust and smoke. "They're making a break for it!" she thought. "Not so fast bonehead!" The young Marvel leaned into a tight u-turn and gave chase.
Meanwhile, inside the walls of the white van, the lady Marvel fought valiantly, but she was outnumbered and outmaneuvered in the small space of the van's rear. Her superior athletic ability was useless in the close quarters, in a fight where brute strength was required. She could not compete with the ruffians, and was ultimately subdued by the Mug and his two henchmen. The largest of the three, a goon known as Knuckles, held the Maiden in a powerful bearhug. Her arms were pinned, and her fatigue was evident as she grunted and growled, but her struggles were barely effecting her position. The gang’s leader yelled his instructions in a commanding voice while wiping a stream of blood from his lower lip. "Ha! The chicks got a good left hook boys. Get us outta here Pauly! Head for the docks! We gotta ditch the truck, along with the feisty little lady hero!" The vehicle swayed and jerked as henchman Pauly, drove through the streets, darting through the light traffic of the early hour, bound for the Crown City Wharf. Marvel Lass was in hot pursuit, and as they approached the edge of the city, the destination became clear to her. "Shit. The Wharf." she thought. “We'll be running out of road pretty soon! What are they planning to do with Marvel Maiden?" Inside the speeding van, The Mug was all business. "Hold her still Knuckles, while I get the cuffs on her." The Maiden was easily pinned, and with her wrists behind her, handcuffed by the two thugs, the third henchman, Louie, despite her thrashing and kicking, managed to apply a second set of shackles to the heroine's ankles. They released the now bound heroine and left her on the floor of the vehicle, rolling and struggling. "Good job, Louie." The Mug said as he dropped to his knees and straddled her, using his body weight to stop the woman's movement, holding her face-down on the floor. He yanked a red scarf from the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled it between her lovely lips and teeth, tying it tightly behind her head. "Youse guys get upfront." he said. "We may need to handle that biker chick before we sink this thing in the river." The men shuffled to join Pauly in the cab, leaving The Mug to deal with his prisoner. Marvel Maiden began protesting fiercely. "Mmph! Mo! Mo! Urrgh!" "That's right lady." the villain said softly while adjusting his position over her lower body and grasping her round ass with both hands. "You heard me. We are going to drop this machine into the drink, with you in its belly!" As he spoke in a sinister tone, he unbuckled the belt of his pants and removed it. "You and your little friend blew our chances to fence some of that fancy shit at the gallery, but wait until word hits the streets that The Mug took out a Marvel! We'll be at the top of the food chain!" He wrapped the leather belt around her curvy thighs, just above her knees and fastened it tightly. "There. The belt is custom made babe. This way, when they drag the truck from the river bed, they'll know it was me! The Mug knows how to take care of business." The criminal gazed at her handcuffed wrists and then the white leotard stretched over her firm glutes. "Wow. You hero types really should rethink your fashion choices." he said as he pulled the fabric upward into a wedgie. She yelped at the discomfort and struggled to turn her body away. But his weight held her in place. He released her leotard, now tucked deep between the luscious cheeks of her nearly bare ass. He began to rub and squeeze her ample bottom, and despite her efforts to grab him with the outstretched fingers of her handcuffed wrists, she could not stop the activity. The Mug’s hands were invasive, but she could feel what could only be described as,... appreciation, even admiration in his touch. "Not bad," he whispered. "Not bad at all!" He groped her hips and backside firmly, squeezing and massaging, spreading her cheeks, enjoying her thoroughly as the vehicle bumped along. Then the villain roughly turned the protesting heroine over, pinning her back and handcuffed wrists to the floor of the van. "Man! Lady, you got world-class boobs!" She struggled and barked angrily through the gag as he proceeded to grope her full, natural breasts roughly through her leotard, brushing across her nipples with both thumbs and hungrily eying her deep cleavage. She twisted her arms around from beneath her body, and with her cuffed wrists, tried to use her hands to push him away. She made contact with his knee as he straddled her. But the villain simply placed his knee over her struggling hands and pinned them to the floor. The heroine turned her head away, not wanting to see the leering expression on his face. The smiling evil man continued to straddle her from his knees, placing one hand in a choking position on her throat, while with the other, he began rubbing her vagina. The Mug used the tips of his fingers to lightly scratch the surface of her leotard, across her vaginal mound, giving her a ticklish sensation. She squirmed and moaned in outrage. He then pushed deeply between her thighs, bound together by the villains leather belt, and began sliding his fingers up and down the garment in the crease of her pussy. "Oh no,.... No! Fuck!" she thought. "I'm,.... I'm actually getting wet! I'm completely,... pinned. This creepy beast is,... manhandling me! He,.... smells like leather and cheep cologne,.... but he's,..... pushing my buttons,.. and I can't get him off of me! God, please don't let him notice! Who knows what he would do to me if he thought I was,... turned on!" The Maiden attempted to shout through the gag, to no avail. She tried her best to turn and twist away from the hand that intensely stroked her sex. The heroine's vision was blurred as the choke hold limited her air and blood supply. She was losing her battle to resist her situation. "His hand, on my throat," she thought. "I,... can barely breathe! No,... must not cum! I,... I mustn't! But just then the truck lurched forward violently, stopping abruptly. The three hench men hastily exited the cab. "Boss, we're here,... and the chick on the bike is coming!" Knuckles shouted. The Mug's face showed his deep disappointment as he reluctantly removed his hands and stood before the Maiden, watching her stunning, thinly covered breasts and nipples rise and fall at a rapid pace, as the lovely lady Marvel gasped for air. "Aww. Too bad babe. It was really doin somethin ' for me,... and I think you felt it too. But, as they say, all good things must sink to the bottom of the river! Gotta go!" The crook grabbed a small leather strap from the floor and roughly yanked the dog collar around the lady's slender neck. He leaned over her body as he pulled it to the last hole and buckled the strap. It was loose on the heroine's throat, but not enough for her to slip her head out of it. To her horror, The Mug attached a leash to the collar and pulled her upward until she rose to her knees. Then he attached the leash to a small ring on the ceiling of the van. He stepped behind the brave woman as she struggled for balance and attached the chain between the cuffs on her ankles to another hook on the floor of the vehicle. "There ya go gorgeous! That should hold ya long enough. Have a nice swim!" The Mug opened the large rear door of the truck, stepped outside and slammed the door shut. But not before Marvel Lass, arriving on the Marvel Cycle, got a clear look at the prisoner inside. "I knew it! They do have her!” She thought as she raced to the scene. Marvel Maiden was positioned on her knees in the center of the van's cargo area. The collar and leash held her upright by the neck, causing her struggles to tug painfully at her throat. She tried to sit and lean backwards, hoping to reach and release the ankle cuffs from the hook on the floor, but the collar held her just short of her goal. Her outstretched fingers, waving in the air, inches from the cuffs. "Damn it,.... can't,... reach it!" she thought, trying to suppress her growing panic. She turned her attention to the handcuffs, struggling to slip them over her wrists, but it was futile and painful. Then the heroine heard the familiar sound of the Marvel cycle's engine. Her young partner was near. Marvel Maiden did her best to yell for help. "Mmarble Waash! Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmarble Waassh!" Outside, The Mug and his goons stood ready for battle, spreading their positions outward with the intention of surrounding the teen Marvel. But, Marvel Lass had other ideas. She sped past them, heading straight for the van to help her friend. "If I can get Marvel Maiden out of there, the two of us can take down these idiots!" She stopped the bike a few yards away and bolted to the vehicle's large rear door. The young heroine swung the door open wide and leapt inside. She was stunned by the site of her mentor’s predicament. "Oh gosh! Don't worry Marvel Maiden! I'll get you free and,.” Just then the two women heard and felt the jolt of the slamming rear door and the loud clink of the iron lock being engaged. Marvel Lass lunged to the door, but it was too late. It was bolted shut from the outside. "Ha, ha! Two for the price of one! This must be my lucky day! Gimme a hand boys!" The Mug shouted, and the men began slowly pushing the large van to the edge of the dock. Marvel Lass realized their plan and sprang into action, searching for some means to open the heavy door. "Shit! They're going to push us over the edge! We have to get out of here!" The young crime fighter searched frantically around the van for a latch, a lever or a tool of some kind that could help her open the door. While, in the middle of the cargo area, Marvel Maiden could only wait for release. She was feeling that familiar sting of combined sexual excitement and panic,.. trapped by villains in another vicious peril, mere moments from certain destruction,... struggling for freedom, but knowing that she is helpless,... waiting for a another last second rescue,... no chance that she can save herself. She twisted and pulled while pondering over the brief seconds that could very well be her last. "Uggh! Dammit!” she thought. “These cuffs,.. I can't get out! Uggh,... I really,... can't get out! Shit! I'm so,... so scared! But,... I'm so wet right now! Why? My pussy,.. is positively throbbing,... aching to be touched! What is this,.. fixation?" The horny heroine reached with her handcuffed hands, and with her fingers, she grabbed the white leotard that was cruelly pulled into a wedgie by the Mug when he was enjoying full access to her ass. She firmly pulled on the fabric, forcing it deeper still between her cheeks, and into her pussy. She slowly began to rock her hips forward and back, feeling the leotard gently rubbing against her swollen clit as she moved. Marvel Maiden's inescapable bondage, her perilous situation, and her feathery masturbation was causing her head to spin. "I,... I don't understand why this makes me,... so hot! I'm,... so hot, I could scream!" Just then, the anxious Marvel Lass grabbed the lady Marvel around her ankle, unaware that she was disturbing her moment of fetish. She quickly produced a small handcuff key from her utility belt, and used it to open the cuffs that shackled the Maiden's feet. She quickly unbuckled The Mug’s leather belt from above her knees, then grabbed her around the waist, helping her mentor to her feet. She pulled the senior heroine’s gag away and no sooner did she unbuckle the dog collar holding the leash, tethered to the ceiling, the vehicle pitched over the dock's edge and fell, nose-first into the river's cold waters. "Ha, ha! Good job boys!" said The Mug. “Let's beat it before anybody gets wise!" The evil men laughed as they left the dock. While in the listing vehicle, the women had been tossed through the cargo area. Both were stunned by their hard landing. The Maiden came to her senses first and realized that her wrists were still trapped behind her. She shook her head to clear her vision as she heard the horrible sound of the water rushing into the cab. Soon they would be under water. "Marvel Lass! Marvel Lass! Are you alright?" The Maiden yelled with desperation in her voice. "You have to wake up! We've got about two minutes before we're fish food, and I'm going to need my hands!" The teen Marvel opened her eyes and began to clear her head. "The... the key. I lost the key. The key! We have to find it to release you!" The two began staggering through the tilting van's rear cabin, searching desperately in every corner of their trap which was nearly upside down in the water. "Over here!" Marvel Maiden spotted the small key and the young Marvel leapt to the opposite wall to retrieve it. The rivers icy waters began filling the cargo area as the Lass struggled to free her senior partner. "Easy young lady." the Maiden said calmly. "Take your time. Steady your hands." "Are you kidding Marvel Maiden?!" said the Lass. "We have to hurry!" The young lady's panic was rising with the water level. She was breathing heavily. "We'll be completely submerged in a minute!" "Marvel Lass, listen to me. The rear door is locked from the outside." the Maiden said calmly. "Our exit will have to be through the front. The pressure will have to be an even balance inside and outside of the truck in order to open the doors, which means,...." Marvel Lass began to understand. "Which means we need to be submerged in order to open the passenger door. Okay, I get it." said the young Marvel. The cuffs were finally opened, freeing Marvel Maiden from her bondage, but not her peril. She looked into the eyes of the young heroine. "Can you do this kiddo?" "Hmph. Varsity swim team. Crown City freestyle champion two years in a row." she said with a smile. "How about you?" The lady Marvel looked at her with determination. "I have a score to settle with the Mug. I'll be right behind you!" The two women took deep breaths, preparing for a dangerous exit. Their breasts swelled against the fabric of their uniforms, and the nipples of both women were prominent. With the water now at shoulder level, Marvel Lass gave her partner a nod before filling her lungs one last time, and disappearing into the chilly water. Once alone, Marvel Maiden quickly reached over and grabbed the Mug's leather dog collar and leash, curiously feeling the need to have the item. She secured it to her neck once again. Then, with one long deep breath, down she went. The waters were darker than expected, but she found the headrest of the driver's seat, and the open door to the van. Marvel Maiden pulled herself through the opening, escaping the vehicle completely, and then began the graceful peddling of her long, sexy legs. She could see the glowing reflection of morning light on the surface, as she calmly worked her body with no wasted movement. A full minute passed, and as her muscles and lungs began to burn, Marvel Maiden broke the surface. With a long gasp of air, she shook her hair away from her eyes, trying to get her bearing, when she heard the young heroines voice. "Maiden! Over here!" The lady hero turned in the water to see Marvel Lass, standing on the dock where a wooden ladder built into the post was waiting. The lady heroine took note of the teen Marvel's sexy figure, wet from head to toe. Her golden hair was straight at her shoulders, still dripping. Her leotard was nearly transparent in the early morning sun. Her lovely tits and nipples were on display, and the lady Marvel had to force herself to look away from the young girl's perfect package.
She swam in the bobbing, cold river water and grabbed the ladder firmly. Marvel Lass waited with a hand extended, and she helped the lady heroine step to safety. "Wow,... you're,... not even breathing hard!" the Maiden said while gasping. "I told you! Two years in a row!" the little lady Marvel said with a grin." Now, what about the Mug?" "Don't worry Lass. He's as good as caught." Marvel Maiden said confidently. And, not far away from a rooftop, the Mug and his three goons stood, watching. The Mug looked through a pair of binoculars, furious at the sight of the two heroines, who were none the worse for wear. "Son of a, bitch!" he said angrily. "I should'a took 'em on when I had the chance! One on one!" He continued surveilling the Marvel women from their rooftop hiding place. "Those freakin' Marvels better not let me catch up to 'em! If I see 'em again, I'll,." "Ahem,... you’ll what, Mug-face?" The voice came from behind the group of criminals. They spun around to see Marvel Man himself, and his protege’, Marvel Ladd standing on the same roof top. "Wow! Four against two Marvel Man! What are we ever going to do?" the young hero said sarcastically. But, the Mug was defiant. "Get 'em boys!" he yelled. The four thugs rushed wildly at the heroes. But, a few moments later, Crown City police, along with an ambulance, were ushering the injured and handcuffed criminals away, beaten soundly by the heroes. The Mug, moving gingerly while flanked by two policemen, turned to the male Marvel. "How the hell did you even find me, Marvel twerp?" "It was simple Mug,” said the hero. “Marvel Maiden planted a tracking device on you." The hero reached down and retrieved the tracker, a small coin sized disc which was attached to the villain's pant leg, near the knee. The Mug recalled the Maiden, bound in the van, using her handcuffed hands to make contact with his knee in what appeared to be a feeble attempt to fight him off, and escape the roaming hands that touched her helpless body absolutely everywhere. He had been completely focused on her incredible curves, and he never saw the lady Marvel plant the device on his person. "Damn." he said softly, while he slowly limped away into police custody. As the squad car drove away, The Mug watched from the back seat. While passing the four members of the Marvel Team, he managed to briefly lock eyes with Marvel Maiden as she mockingly blew him a kiss and waved goodbye to the villain. He sneered at the gesture. "Well played Marvel bitch. Well played.”
More to come.