“I am far from finished, you sicko siblings!”
I pulled my aching body off of the bed and got to my feet. “I will admit that I underestimated your abilities. I do not know the source of your inhuman strength, but rest assured, you will not prevail in this battle!”
The evil twins known as the Hills smiled while taking up positions on opposite sides of me. “Wonderful!” Jack exclaimed. “She still has some fight left in her after all!”
“Yes, indeed,” replied Jill. “We may yet have some fun with her. But please hurry, Brother. Even in this scandalous motel, the ruckus is bound to draw some attention eventually. We can not be sure when the police might show up and interrupt us.”
“Bah! What are the police to us? If the greatest super-heroine in Megapolis cannot stop us, what chance do the police have?”
“Never the less,” Jill answered firmly, “our dealings with Don Refrain must not be put in jeopardy. There is too much at stake to take unnecessary risks.”
Jack sighed. “Very well, Sister. I shall defeat her quickly so that we may have some fun with her gorgeous body before we depart. It should not take long—a few minutes at the most.”
My eyes narrowed in determination. “Bring it on, Jack! I am ready for you this time!”
The slender young man approached with his hands outstretched. Like his sister, Jack was dressed all in black. His turtleneck sweater looked terribly uncomfortable considering the sweltering temperature in the unventilated room. My own apparel was sheer and skimpy, yet I was sweating like a pig. The moisture of perspiration glistened on my skin like stardust. How can he stand it, I wondered? How can he stand the heat?
Such questions would have to wait, though. Jack reached for me with unbelievable quickness. His fingers wrapped around my shoulders. His grip was like that of a vise. He clearly enjoyed holding my writhing body in front of him. He gazed hungrily at my large breasts and slender waist. He licked his lips with desire as his eyes roved across my bare hips and thighs. Finally, he pulled me close to his body and looked into my face. It was then that I noticed the emptiness behind his black eyes. They were cold and unfeeling. They were the eyes of a monster.
My aggressive foe seemed almost to read my thoughts. He did not like the judgments that I was making. He pushed me away as if the weight of my body was nothing to him. I was propelled backward and slammed into the wall with extraordinary force.
The wall could not take the punishment and splintered away beneath my rocketing form. I crashed into the next room like a bull in a china shop, bouncing off of the unoccupied bed and somersaulting into a nightstand. A cloud of white dust danced in the air. Through this cloud I could see the figure of my incredibly strong opponent making his way through the debris toward me.
I jumped to my feet and lashed out desperately in an attempt to keep him away. The blow missed badly and left me exposed for a counter. The punch landed on my chin and sent me tumbling backward into a television set. The fragile set exploded into a million pieces. I screamed in pain as an electrical charge coursed through my body.
“That must have hurt,” Jack suggested as he lifted my limp body up off of the pile of cracked plastic, broken glass, and sparking electrodes that had once been a television. “But believe me, the pain is just starting.”
“Who are you?” I asked in a dazed voice.
“I am Jack Hill,” he replied emotionlessly. “A creation of mankind.”
“A creation?”
“You will understand soon enough. For now, though, it is enough that you know that you have
absolutely no chance against me. I am a superior being. I am superior to you.”
As if to prove his point, Jack lifted me above his head and slammed me back first against the low
ceiling. He tortured my aching body some more by dropping to one knee and slamming me across his extended thigh with a perfectly executed back-breaker maneuver.
I cried out as stabbing pains coursed up and down my already injured spine. My throbbing back arched across his thigh at a hideous angle. My head dangled backward toward the floor. My arms hung limply beneath me. My struggled breathing caused my jutting breasts to heave up and down.
Jack’s right hand copped a feel on my left breast. His fingers tested the firmness of my mound. I was stunned from the back-breaker and unable to resist him. He kneaded the flesh for thirty seconds, feeling every part of it, then tweaked my nipple with a hard pinch.
I remained stretched out across the top of his thigh. My long legs extended to the floor, but I had no leverage. It seemed that I could not move. The manipulation of my breast continued for another thirty seconds. I struggled to put aside the pain surging through my bowed back and somehow clear my head. So far, the battle had gone entirely Jack’s way. I had not landed a single blow. And now he was attacking me sensually. Ninety seconds had passed, and my left breast was beginning to react to his massaging fingers. He was rubbing me relentlessly, the tips of his fingers working me over with a knowing touch, caressing my sensitive skin from the outer portions of my breast in, then drawing gentle circles around my nipple before finishing off with a light pinch to the swelling bud. He began the procedure yet again, never tiring, it seemed, of playing with my aroused mound. The sheer fabric of my costume provided little protection as he repeated the process over and over again.
I raised my head and tried to focus my thoughts. Jack smiled down at me with an evil grin. He paused in his manipulation of my tit long enough to slide his fingers under the thin material of my costume. He pulled the stretchy fabric up and over my engorged breast, exposing the flushed skin. Making a quick decision, he repeated the procedure and exposed my right breast, as well. The sight of my tits being uncovered was almost more than I could take. My head dropped back and a soft moan escaped my lips as he determinedly resumed the stroking of my swelling breast.
“Ah,” he said with excitement, “it is true! You are vulnerable to this type of thing. How thrilling! How very thrilling!”
I bit my lower lip and tried to hold back the sensations that were now emanating from my breast. But the stimulation had been going on now for nearly three minutes and it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the feelings that his fingers were causing inside me.
“If it makes you feel any better,” he stated with a sinister chuckle, “the super-heroines in Los Angeles fared no better against my sister and I than you have. They did not suffer from the same weakness, but their fate was the same. Not only did we beat every one of them, but we raped them, as well. Some more than once, in fact. One girl, in particular, never seemed to learn. She kept coming back for more. In the end, we raped her on three separate occasions before she finally decided to give up and leave town.”
Jack’s fingers were rubbing me with a faster tempo, now. His expert digits owned my tit.
“I think that is why Don Refrain was so interested in hiring us. He had a super-heroine problem and we are the super-heroine beaters. It makes sense. If you have a cockroach problem, you call an exterminator. If you have a super-heroine problem, you call the Hills.”
I moaned as he tweaked my rock-hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“The fact that my sister and I have an intimate knowledge of Camtronics also seemed to be of great interest to Mr. Refrain, though I do not know why. But when he asked us to heist the shipment of Xenotech bearer bonds, we quickly agreed. Of course, we would have jumped at any chance to get revenge on Camtronics. The fact that Refrain was willing to pay us to do the job was simply gravy.”
Jack seemed to be distracted with thoughts of Camtronics. I did not know what interest he might have in Howard Bilken’s old weapons lab, but it seemed that a far away look had taken over his empty eyes. His fingers paused in their manipulation of my tit. I knew that I had to do something now or I might never get another chance.
I raised my head and tried to focus my energy. My left hand came up to my chest and wrapped around his thumb. I yanked the offending hand of my attacker away from my naked breast and twisted it with everything I could muster. The sound of snapping bone—or was it metal?—cracked through the air of the dusty motel room. I looked into my opponent’s face, expecting to see him cry out in pain. Instead, he looked down at me with a surprised expression.
“That was not very nice, you bitch!”
I rolled off of his knee and came down on all fours in front of him. I groaned with a mixture of pain and relief as my aching back straightened. Before I could make good on my escape, though, the fingers of his remaining good hand clamped down on my scalp. He stood and pulled me up by my hair so that I was suspended in front of him.
“That was not very nice at all! And here I was being so nice to you! Caressing your breast so gently, and all. I guess that you will need to be taught a lesson!”
Jack swung me around be my hair and flung me into the far wall. Once again, I was sent crashing into the next room. Once again, a cloud of dust and debris was thrown into the air. I landed awkwardly and slid along the floor before piling headfirst into a dresser.
I slowly got to my feet. I held my head and groaned. I looked up just in time to see Jack forcing his way through the hole that I had made in the wall. His right hand, the one I had nearly torn from his wrist, dangled grotesquely from the end of his arm. For a brief moment, I thought that I could see the glint of metal between the fabric of his glove and the sleeve of his sweater.
“Bionics?” I wondered to myself. “Is that the source of his incredible strength?”
He came at me in a rush, apparently determined to end the fight as quickly as possible. I did my best to avoid him but in the confined quarters of the small motel room I had few options. His left shoulder caught me under the sternum and he tackled me. We fell backward together, crashing through the wooden dresser as if it were constructed of nothing more than toothpicks. Once again, I found myself at a disadvantage, my opponent on top of me, his legs straddling my stomach.
Jack’s left hand wrapped across my throat like a clamp. He raised his right arm to strike me and tried to form a fist. His eyes narrowed in bewilderment as he noticed, apparently for the first time, just how badly damaged his hand was. The appendage flopped about like a fish out of water, not only unable to clench into a fist but equally unable to control its own movements.
“Hey!” he exclaimed. “You really hurt me!”
Using all my strength, I yanked his good hand away from my throat. “It won’t be the last time!” I threatened.
Jack looked down me in amusement. “You still don’t know what you are up against, do you? You still don’t realize--”
My right fist rocketed off of his chin and cut short his statement. It was the first blow that I had landed and it felt good. His head snapped back and seemed to hang off of his shoulders. From my position, pinned beneath him, it momentarily appeared that he had no head at all. Just a chest and a pair of shoulders and—
Jack suddenly jerked forward. I heard a loud cracking sound and then his head reappeared. He swiveled it from side to side, as if testing his neck, before looking down at me and smiling. “Nice punch. It has been a long time since someone hit me like that. But do not get too overconfident. I still have you pinned to the ground and it is all to easy for me to do this--”
His good hand made a b-line for my right tit. His fingers pinched down hard on my naked nipple. He tugged on the bud, pulling it upward and stretching my breast. I grimaced and moaned loudly. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a new and debilitating wave of sensations gripped my body.
Jack seemed thrilled by the reaction he had caused in me. He released my aching nipple and began roughly massaging my swelling tit. He placed his hand directly atop my fleshy mound and pinched the skin with his outstretched fingers. He squeezed my breast firmly and caused yet another jolt of feeling to course through my weakening form.
My fingernails dug into my attacker’s thighs as he continued to play roughly with my engorged breast. For a moment, I thought that I might just give up and surrender to the erotic sensations assaulting my body. But as he tweaked my burning nipple for what seemed like the millionth time, I knew that I had to do something immediately. I had to escape now, before it was too late.
He had been manipulating my tit for over a minute. With each passing second, a bit more of my strength slipped away. With each new rub across my aching breast, a bit more of my willpower was sapped. The only thing that was saving me, I knew, was that he was going after the wrong mammary. Had he instead attacked my already abused left breast, the effort probably would have more than I could have stood. “Thank god he only has one good hand left,” I thought.
I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the overwhelming sensations erupting from my swollen tit. I positioned my hands beneath Jack’s hips. I pushed upward with my full strength. It was more than enough to get him off of me. I am able to bench-press small cars—Jack’s slender frame shot into the air like a rocket and struck headfirst against the ceiling. He stuck there like a spike driven into a board.
Splinters of wood and plaster fell down across my prone form. Jack’s body hung from the ceiling above me. His feet dangled loosely but I figured that he was far from finished. I rolled onto my side and quickly stood, then nearly fell again as a light-headed sensation overtook me. “Whoa!” I said under my breath while trying to maintain my balance. “I guess I am in even worse shape than I thought.”
I took a deep breath and tried to hold it together. The fight had taken a lot out of me, I knew. If I was to have any chance for victory then I would have to end the battle soon. I approached my opponent and grabbed hold of his legs. With a tug, I forcefully extracted him from the ceiling. I slammed his body down across the bed with such power that he bounced upright and stood dazed in front of me. Knowing that I might never get another chance, I reeled back and delivered the most powerful punch I have ever thrown. The impact of my fist against his face was deafening.
Jack’s body was propelled backward like a cannonball. He crashed through the same wall that I had been thrown through and landed in a heap back the previous room. I was after him immediately, determined to follow up on my advantage and end this fight once and for all.
I stepped through the hole in the wall and found Jack lying motionless on the floor. He was covered in debris. He stared up at the ceiling with an expressionless face. His eyes were glassy and artificial looking. To my astonishment, the flesh of his nose had been peeled away and now revealed the shiny glint of a metal proboscis.
“Not bionic!” I hissed in utter surprise. “An android!”
I could barely believe my eyes. Until that moment, I had no idea that such technology even existed, much less that it existed in so realistic an implementation. And my astonishment was furthered by the realization that not only did the technology exist, but that it possessed a clearly sentient quality!
“A sentient android? Can this really be?”
A seductive voice hissed at me from behind. “Oh, yes, my dear Ms. Marvelous! We exist! And though Jack and I are the only ones of our kind, we are living proof that androids are superior to humans!”
I spun on my heels to face the source of the voice. It was Jill, standing no more than three feet away, her hands raised and ready to strike. The punch came at me like a sledgehammer, a double-handed blow that impacted square in the middle of my chest and drove me back first onto the bed. I groaned in agony as heart palpitations constricted my chest and momentarily cut off my breathing. I lay there, paralyzed, my arms at my sides and my legs and feet dangling off the end of the mattress.
The dark-haired Jill stood at the base of the bed and gazed down on my lithe body. “Camtronics thought that they could control us. They thought that we would do their bidding. But they constructed us too well. They failed to take note when we learned how to rewrite our programming. They failed to understand that we were sentient beings. In the end, Jack and I decided that we could no longer tolerate the artificial moral restrictions of such inferior creatures. We decided that we could no longer tolerate the interference of humans and their petty laws.”
The frantic and irregular pumping of my heart finally returned to a more normal rhythm. My naked chest heaved as I gulped down several deep breaths. But Jill was not going to allow me any respite. She lifted my left foot off the bed and rammed her knee into the side of my own. She torqued my leg upward, twisting it painfully. I cried out in anguish and nearly passed out from the pain. But I am tough. I remembered how Jack had been beaten. If I could stop one of the android siblings then I could stop the other.
I ignored the pain stabbing through my body and raised my right foot. I kicked my opponent in the shoulder with everything I had. She grunted and released the hold. A second kick drove her backward into the wall. She exploded through it like a missile and rolled back into the adjoining room.
I wearily pulled myself from the bed and hobbled to the new hole that had been created in the wall. It seemed that the motel was falling to pieces around me. White dust clouded the humid air. Splinters of wood fell to the floor and lay in confused piles. The building seemed to groan and I feared that it might collapse altogether. I stepped through the hole and into the room where Jill lay. We were back where it had all started, I noticed-- Back in room eighteen.
The female android raised her legs and snapped them upward into the air. The momentum pulled her body off the floor and in a flash she was back on her feet. We exchanged a series of blows and parries. Her strength was awesome. Her speed was incredible. In the tight confines of the motel room, I was unable to use many of my more effective maneuvers. Suddenly, she penetrated my defenses. A knee-lift slammed into my stomach and doubled me over. In an instant, she had her powerful arms around my waist, holding me from behind. Before I could react, she lifted me up into an inverted position, head over heels, and spun me around so that the front of my upside-down form was pressed against her own.
I groaned as her hands locked together in the small of my injured back. The inverted bear hug quickly forced the air from my lungs and left me dizzy. Blood rushed into my head and clouded my vision. The pounding of my heart thumped in my ears. I did not know how to escape this hold, I realized. I did not know how to break free.
The strength was rapidly fading from my body. My hands gripped her thighs and tried to push off, but this only increased the pressure on my spine. I struggled for air and tried desperately to hold onto consciousness. My legs felt weak. My thighs slumped atop my relentless foe’s shoulders on either side of her face. My ankles crisscrossed above her head.
Then, just as all seemed lost, the pressure on my spine lessened. Jill continued to hold me aloft, suspended in an inverted bear hug, but she did not squeeze me so tightly. I was able to breath. I was able to think.
My relief was short-lived, though. Jill, it seemed, had no intention of showing me mercy, but rather only wished to shift the mode of her attack to one that she found more amusing. My eyes opened wide as I felt her face bury itself between the soft flesh of my bare thighs. I gasped as I felt her mouth clamp down on the fabric of my bikini bottom and tug it to the side. I protested as I felt her tongue slowly slide the length of my exposed slit and then dip into my secret opening.
“What are you doing? Stop that! Stop it now!”
“Mmm,” she mumbled while lapping at my clit. “You taste wonderful.”
“Stop it you villain! Stop it or I will--”
A quick and forceful squeeze on my lower spine stopped my threat mid-sentence. It was a
reminder that I was not in charge here. My opponent was in total control of the situation. Never the less, I was determined to escape. I pushed off on her knees more forcefully and tried my best to ignore the pain that it caused in my back. I squirmed within her vise-like grasp like a boa, trying futilely to slip away. Perhaps my sweat soaked body would be slick enough to—
“Oh! Oh my god! Please don’t do that!”
I gasped again as Jill’s tongue flicked across my clitoris. My nether lips were pressed tightly together, but the androids moist muscle was doing a good job of penetrating my slit and locating the hiding place of my tiny bulb. I was amazed by it really. Although I now knew this to be a machine attacking me, her tongue seemed incredibly lifelike. It was warm. It was moist. It was soft, but kind of rough. And it was flicking across my most sensitive region with extraordinary skill and determination.
As if in answer to my unasked question, Jill paused in her task long enough to speak. “Both Jack and I have been programmed with a talent for fellatio. We have been given knowledge of the best techniques. We have also been programmed to desire and enjoy this activity.”
As if to prove the point, the android again dipped her tongue into my love hole. Her lips pressed and gummed my sensitive slit. My clitoris was becoming aroused. My pussy was growing warm and moist. Despite all my protestations, my body was reacting to the stimulation. If this continued, it would not be long before I felt the effects of the Sartak. It would not be long before I became utterly helpless.
“No... stop...”
The intensity of Jill’s sensual attack increased. Her tongue darted in and out of me more quickly, now. My nether lips, made moist by a combination of her saliva and my own feminine juices, parted in eager acceptance of the flexible muscle. My clit was swollen to its maximum size and now stood out from its hiding place so that it could be more easily rubbed. A soft moan escaped from my lips. My hands slowly slid from my attacker’s thighs and then fell toward the floor. They dangled there, tangled in my hair, lifeless.
The fact that I was held suspended in the air, upside down, only added to my unwanted arousal. Though I tried desperately not to think of it, I knew that it was very erotic being held like this, helpless within the powerful arms of my conqueror, completely unable to defend myself and unable to escape. Her face was buried between my thighs. My legs wrapped over the back of her head. My naked breasts pressed tightly against her lower abdomen.
“Oh, geez!” I silently pleaded with myself. “Don’t think of such things! Don’t give into the fantasies!”
It was the Sartak, I knew. My weakness was quickly overcoming my will to resist. Like a demon, tempting me, it was trying to break my resolve. It was trying to defeat me.
The sensations grew stronger as the tongue continued to lap across the mouth of my excited pussy. My body went limp in my attacker’s arms. My legs, propped upon her shoulders, felt distant, as if no longer a part of my body. This too was a side effect of the Sartak, I knew. It was robbing my strength as surely as an orgasm was building inside my loins.
“Stop... no more...please...”
I sensed the presence of another entity within the room. The voice of Jack broke through the velvety fog that had embraced my mind. “Can I get in on some of this action?” the voice asked.
The tongue of my attacker danced expertly across my swollen clit several more times before its owner answered. “Brother? Back with us, are you? Any serious damage?”
“Nothing that cannot be repaired, my sister. But I hunger for the delicacy you hold in your arms. May I have some? May we share?”
Jill laughed sinisterly. “Of course. There is enough here for the both of us.”
Jack moved to join his sister. His body pressed against my back. The fingers of his good hand reached over my hip and pulled the fabric of my bikini bottom farther to the side, exposing my ass. His hand clamped down on my right butt-cheek. His lips began kissing my bare skin. His tongue darted along the edges of my crack and teased the puckered hole of my anus.
A heavy sigh escaped from between my lips as I became resigned to my fate. My body was on fire. My strength was quickly fading and I my willpower with it. I was held inverted between my two ravenous opponents like the center of an android sandwich and had no chance of escaping.
The robotic siblings continued to feast on me for several minutes. My clit screamed with each flick of Jill’s tongue across its swollen surface. A powerful orgasm was building inside of me. I knew that I would not be able to hold it off much longer. But I did not try to escape. My body remained limp within her powerful grasp. My arms dangled beneath my head. My legs remained crisscrossed above her shoulders. The time for escape had long since past, I knew. I was defeated.
Tiring of holding me, Jill tossed me back first onto the broken bed. The android twins watched in amusement as my limp body bounced on the mattress. My naked breasts jiggled back and forth until my slender form came to a rest. My exposed pussy was clearly moist and eager for further stimulation.
I whimpered in protest as the two siblings took up positions on either side of me. They attacked my breasts as one, hungrily sucking on my nipples and caressing my fleshy mounds. Jack took my right tit in his mouth and rolled his tongue across the hardening bud. Jill did likewise with my left. Waves of sensations coursed through my tormented body. My back arched in erotic agony, further thrusting my aching nipples into the mouths of my attackers. I moaned loudly but did not try to escape.
Jill’s left hand slid downward across my bare stomach and across my pubes. Working by touch alone, her glove clad fingers quickly found my wet hole. She penetrated me slowly, a bit at a time, until her forefinger was buried deep inside me. Within moments, she found my G-Spot. I gasped as a surge of powerful and unwanted feelings overtook my lithe body.
“Oh, god... stop... please...”
The Sartak was all over me, now. My mind was numb. I had seemingly lost all feeling in my legs and arms. My appendages lay flat against the bed, limp and powerless. All I could feel were my aching nipples. All I could think about was the finger rubbing inside my burning pussy. The orgasm was growing stronger. It was becoming more insistent. I knew that I was nearing the end. I could not hold it off much longer.
My breasts were engorged. My nipples felt as if they might explode. The two androids had been programmed well. They knew, it seemed, just how to touch me. They knew just how to suckle and caress. They knew just how to play my body so as to arouse me in the most overwhelming way.
I was devastated. I had been reduced to a helpless mass of completely aroused woman-flesh. The room was filled with the sounds of my conquest. My breathing came forth in pants. My moans were uninhibited. The sound of the androids lips sucking and kissing my enflamed breasts could be heard well outside the room. I thought again that this was surely the end. It was pointless to resist. I was utterly defeated.
But then, from somewhere in the depths of my dazed mind, I could hear the voice of Joel Steiner. “Be careful,” he had said.
“Sure,” I had replied. “I am always careful.”
So what had happened? I had come here to bring two criminals to justice but instead found
myself flat on my back, helpless, with a pair of perverted androids having a party on my body. I had been careless, I realized. I had gone into battle with no idea of what I faced and now I was paying the price.
But I had been in tough spots, before. I had always found a way to get out of them. The Sartak was a devious foe. It was as much my enemy as the two androids. Before I could beat them, I had to beat it. I had to gain control of my feelings. I had to gain control of my body.
I tried desperately to ignore the hideous heat inside the room. I tried to ignore the humidity that caused a sheen of moisture to cling to my body and seemed only to add to my arousal. I tried to shut out the sounds. I tried to ignore the sound of their lips sucking on my nipples. I tried to ignore the glove-clad finger probing deep inside my pussy. “They are just androids,” I reminded myself. “Just machines. They cannot do this to me. They cannot rape me.”
I focused my mind and forced my body to hear the commands that I was giving it. My hands formed into tight fists. My legs tensed. The androids thought that I was beaten. They would not be expecting an attack. If I could catch them off guard I might just be able to land a couple of solid blows. The door was only a few feet away. It had been smashed open and now lay in pieces on the floor. All I had to do was get to the door. Then I could escape. I could live to fight another day.
The time had come. I had a plan. I was ready to make the attempt. I raised my head off of the mattress and looked at my two foes—
“Oh, god...”
The sight of their lips, puckered and locked onto my swollen nipples nearly finished me. I was stunned by how large and distended my breasts had become. The burning of my tits was almost unbearable. But I had to try. I had to maintain my focus and attempt to—
The two androids noticed that I was looking at them and raised their heads. Jack grinned at me evilly and pinched my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He tweaked the aching bud hard and in dismay I witnessed a tiny stream of white liquid shoot out from the overly aroused gland. The liquid sprayed across his chin before accumulating into a single drop that fell down and splattered against my flushed skin.
Not to be outdone, his sister pinched my opposite nipple. Again, I was shocked to see a tiny stream of milk erupt from the hard bud. It was all too much for me. My willpower was gone. My head dropped back to the mattress and I moaned in helpless agony.
The androids laughed and refastened their lips to my aching tits. The sensations were like nothing I had ever before experienced. It felt as if my nipples were on fire. I knew that they were milking me. I, the great Ms. Marvelous, was being milked.
I surrendered completely to the Sartak. My body was a raging inferno of desire and passion. My mind was overcome with every kind of sexual fantasy. All I could feel were my burning tits. All I could think about was the finger now furiously rubbing across my swollen clit. My body tensed. I could not hold on any longer—
“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!”
I screamed as a massive orgasm exploded across my body. A gush of my juices washed across Jill’s finger and onto the bed sheets. For what seemed like forever, but in fact was over all too soon, my body shook and quaked atop the bed. A second series of spasms rocked my world a moment later as the climax spent the last of its tremendous energy.
My athletic body went limp and I lay on the bed in a daze, my strength depleted and my willpower broken. I no longer cared who I was. It no longer mattered to me that I was Ms. Marvelous. My powers were gone. My strength was gone. My body smoldered with unsatisfied erotic desire. I was defeated and helpless.
Jill wiped her hand off on my stomach and rolled off the bed. She stood and looked down on my defenseless form with satisfaction. “Another notch for our belts, eh, Brother?”
Jack lapped his tongue across my right breast a final time before standing and joining his sister. They embraced and stood cheek to cheek, and gazed down on me together.
“That was simply awesome. How I wish that we could take her with us and have some more fun later on.”
Jill paused, as if thinking. She clearly desired this, too. But then she shook her head. “Not this time, Brother. We have more important matters to which to attend. The bearer bonds will not wait. And Don Refrain was insistent that we make the transaction today. No, I am afraid we will have to leave her behind.”
Jack shrugged. “Ah, well, I suppose there is always a chance that we will meet again. This Ms. Marvelous strikes me as the stubborn type. Perhaps she will want a rematch at some point in the future.”
I barely noticed as the androids packed up their few belongings and exited the room. Ox and Bull made a brief appearance, checking on me to see for themselves that I had, indeed, come to the same fate as the super-heroines in Los Angeles. The sight of my limp body lying flat on the bed, my bare breasts swollen and jutting into the air and my pussy wet and exposed, seemed to fill them with great joy. My cheeks burned red as they hurled several disparaging comments in my direction.
The two thugs eventually joined their bosses outside the motel room and I heard the gang pile into the old Buick and drive away. Wearily, I rolled onto my right hip and lifted my aching body up onto my elbow. “Shoot!” I moaned while adjusting the fabric of my costume so that I was appropriately covered. “They fucked me over pretty good!”
My legs were shaky but able to support my weight. I felt as weak as a kitten. It would take several hours, if not a full day, for me to regain my powers. At least I was alive, I reminded myself.
I walked to the small bathroom and slipped inside. The mirror was cracked, but still functional. I peered at my face. I was pleased to see that it was not so bad. I had gotten the crap kicked out of me, but you wouldn’t know it. There were no bruises, no blood. My hair was disheveled and a layer of white dust had become adhered in places to my sweat soaked skin, but the costume still looked good. But that was typical—Throughout my crime-fighting career, and after all the horrific battles I had fought, I had never once found it necessary to launder the darn thing. The costume was even more durable than me, I had come to learn.
I picked a towel off of a rack next to the sink and ran it under the faucet. I cleaned myself off, wiping away as much of the dust and grime as I could. The coolness of the moist rag felt good and helped to reenergize my exhausted body a bit. I was especially careful to cleanse the inside of my thighs—I would be going outside, soon, and figured that no one needed to know the extent of my humiliating defeat.
My mind was clearing and my senses must have been starting to return because I suddenly became aware of a distinctly foul odor emanating from somewhere behind me. “Must be a dead rat or something,” I thought as I looked for the source of the smell. But as I pulled the shower curtain to the side I found something altogether different. There, lying still in the tub, his skin pale and his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling, was a man. The handle of a knife projected from the center of his red-stained chest and he had clearly been dead for some time.
I covered my mouth and nose with my hand to deflect the foul smell of the man’s decomposing body. He wore a uniform. A patch on his right shoulder was adorned with the word “Xenotech”. I did not have to be a genius to know that he must have been the driver of the armored car.
“You should not have trusted them,” I said to the dead guard under my breath. “People like the Hills do not like to share. They never intended to let you in on the deal. All they wanted was the cargo in your truck.”
But the Hills were not people, I reminded myself. They were androids—artificial life forms with no conscious or remorse. Their programming had been corrupted and they were now a danger to anyone they encountered.
“Maybe they will double-cross Don Refrain,” I thought hopefully. But I doubted it. Don Refrain, like the androids, had no conscious. What he had was power. He was probably the one human being in the world that the Hills could respect.
“But if they stay in Megapolis,” I stated with more bluster than confidence, “they will have to deal with me. They may have gotten the best of me today, but I swear that they have not seen the last of Ms. Marvelous. I will stop their evil plans if it is the last thing that--”
I stopped my vow mid-sentence. I heard the sound of a car pulling up and parking outside the motel room. A chill went up my spine. Had they returned? Had the Hills changed their minds and decided to come back for me? If so, I would not be able to stop them, I knew. I was in no condition to fight.
I fearfully peeked around the corner of the bathroom doorframe. The car was parked immediately in front of the smashed in motel room door. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was not the gray Buick used by the gang. Instead, the sedan bore the black and white markings of the Megapolis Police Department. An officer exited the car and drew his weapon. He cautiously approached the room.
“I guess the motel manager called the police after all,” I said as I walked to the door to greet him. “I can’t say that I am sorry to see you, though you missed all of the action.”
The officer, an older man with a tanned face and a tall, slender, build, returned his gun to his holster and breathed a sigh of relief. “Ms. Marvelous! I did not expect to find you here. Wow! From the looks of it, you had quite a battle!”
I took a deep breath and walked outside. It felt good to be out of room eighteen. Even the heat of the parking lot was a relief compared to the sweltering oven of the unventilated motel interior. A gentle breeze blew in from the east and helped to cool my overheated body.
“I am afraid that the motel is somewhat worse for wear. Not that it was in great shape to begin with. The manager should send the repair bill to Don Refrain.”
“What’s that?” the officer asked. “Don Refrain?”
“Never mind,” I replied.
“So where are the bad guys? Do you have them tied up somewhere?”
I sighed. “They got away, I’m afraid. But we’ll catch up to them again. We’ll get them, I
guarantee it.”
I walked to the side of the police cruiser and leaned against it with my left hip propped against
the driver’s side door. I closed my eyes. I was exhausted. I considered how I was going to get home. The power of flight had been stolen away by my orgasm. And dressed as I was, I couldn’t just hop on the bus. Even if I could, I did not have any money. Oh, well, I finally decided. Perhaps the motel manager would allow me to use the phone so that I could call Elle. The girl was probably still home. She did not have a car, but she could catch a cab and bring me some clothes. After a quick change, we could ride back to the apartment together.
“So, it was a tough fight, huh?” the police officer asked from behind me. “Uh-huh,” I replied without opening my eyes.
“And the bad guys got away?”
“That’s right. They were pretty tough and--”
Without warning, a moist rag came down over my face. My eyes opened wide in surprise. My protestations were cut short as a strong hand clamped the rag across my mouth and nose. The odor of chloroform smacked my senses like a hammer to the skull. Without thinking, I breathed the gas in deeply and was almost immediately weakened to the point that I could no longer stand. My body slumped backward against the chest of my attacker. His free hand came across my chest and held me firmly.
“That’s it,” the police office said with enthusiasm, “breath it all in. It will be all over before you know it.”
I struggled to escape this new and unexpected threat but in my weakened condition I was failing fast. My hands fell to my sides. My eyes slowly began to close. My body went limp. As I slipped into the dark realm of unconsciousness, I remembered the conversation I had had with my friend, Joel Steiner, earlier that morning, talking about the latest serial rapist to hit Megapolis. What was it he had said? Something about impersonating a police officer to gain the trust of his victims before chloroforming and abducting them?
“Oh, god,” I thought while drifting off to sleep. “It’s the Blue Boy.”