“Yes, there can be no doubt,” Thomas Eiffel stated while flipping the pages on his clipboard. “The tests confirm my suspicions unequivocally.”
“So,” I replied while trying to subdue my anxiety, “you believe that you have found a reason for the fact that so many men respond to me in such a, how shall we say it, primal way?”
The scientist nodded and continued to look down at the clipboard. “Quite likely, yes. It seems that pheromones are at the root of it all. And very powerful pheromones, at that. I must say that I have never seen anything like it.”
“Pheromones?” I asked in surprise. “You mean like those that the criminal, Johnny Hawkeye, emits? I find that to be highly unlikely since--”
“Since his victims respond by falling in love with him? Yes, I am well aware of the nature of Mr. Hawkeye’s mutant power. We studied his abilities at the Agent-X Program after your first encounter with him. We felt it prudent to observe and appraise such a potentially powerful and dangerous mutant.”
“Of course,” I agreed sarcastically. “After all, the government must keep tabs on its mutant citizens.”
Thomas glanced up at me and shrugged. “I know that you do not approve of our methods at the Program, Jodie, but we both hope to achieve the same goal. The defense of the United States is the paramount--”
“Paramount reason we exist,” I finished the statement for him. “Yes, I know all about the Program’s stated purpose. But the goals do not always justify the means, Thomas. If you could see the Agent-X Program through my eyes, you would understand why I left.”
“I never said that I did not understand, Jodie. But you should understand that while you may have left, you are still considered an agent of the Program. A rogue agent, perhaps, but still an agent.
The Council recognizes the valuable work you have performed here in Megapolis, and has been inclined to leave you be, for the moment. But eventually, they will try to draw you back in.”
My eyes narrowed. “The Council believes that they are all-powerful, but they are not. They may have given me my powers, but they will never again control me. And I very much doubt that they are ‘inclined to leave me be’—Twice they have sent agents to retrieve me and twice I have defeated their plans. The Council leaves me alone because they have no other choice.”
“Perhaps,” the scientist conceded. “But in any case, it is probably better that they do not know we are in contact with one another. Though I have made valuable contributions to the Agent-X Program, I do not believe that Panther and the other Council members would be pleased to learn of our association.”
“Panther?” I asked. “Is he still leading the team?”
“Oh, yes. If anything, he has consolidated his power on the Council. Few things may happen without his approval. And most of the agents dare not challenge him— Even without super-powers, he is probably the toughest man on the team.”
“And does he want me back in the fold?”
“Very much so,” Thomas confirmed, “though his desire to see you back under his control is tempered by the knowledge that you might be a disrupting influence on the team.”
“Disrupting?”
“Yes. We have not had much success with female agents, after all. Agent 03 was killed by the Sartak, you disserted, and Solar Flare went and got herself taken into custody by the Mutant Capture Team.”
I grimaced as the bad memories began to come back. “Agent 03 was killed by Tommy Zaporelli, the first of the Program agents. I would hardly call it her fault, as the sick bastard later tried to rape and kill me, as well. And Solar Flare was captured by the MCT after she unsuccessfully tried to bring me back as her prisoner and I defeated her. I believed, at the time, that the MCT was an arm of the police department. Considering that they are in actuality another secret government agency, and not altogether different from the Program, I am surprised that they have not returned her to you.”
Thomas raised an eyebrow. “So, you have surmised the true nature of the MCT, have you? Well, you may also know then that the head of the MCT, Major Justice, and our own leader, Panther, have a genuine hatred of each other. The two agencies are bitter rivals and compete for the same funding. Panther, of course, believes in biological mutation as the best method for producing super-agents. Major Justice prefers the use of bio-implants and bionics. In the end, the government will probably choose to move ahead with just one such agency—the one that has proven to be the most efficient, I assume-- and phase the other out.”
“Just the same, I’m surprised that Justice has not returned the captured agent. Surely, the higher-ups in the government won’t stand for an intra-agency rivalry getting in the way of--”
“Ah,” Thomas interrupted me, “but you do not fully understand. Major Justice does not know what he has. To him, Solar Flare is just another meta-human. And she is certainly not going to tell him otherwise. So, she sits there, in that prison he calls the Institute for Genetic Studies, waiting for her chance to escape and return to the Program. Meanwhile, Panther keeps quiet because he believes that he may someday be able to use her to his advantage as an operative on the inside of his rival’s operation. It is all very clandestine.”
“Yes, I see. But what about Panther? I am not saying that I would ever want to return, but certainly there must be some other reason that he is reluctant to bring me back?”
Thomas set down the clipboard on a nearby counter and turned to face me. His eyes seemed to pause on my breasts but quickly returned to my face. I chose to ignore the transgression, knowing that he had been a good friend for some time. As a scientist at the Agent-X Program, he had been with me from the beginning, from the first painful Caantonium injection through to the last, and all the training that had followed. After I left the Program to strike out on my own, it had been Thomas that acquired a small batch of unstable molecules and used it to produce my indestructible red and black costume. We had remained in touch, and recently gotten together at his request to perform a series of tests on my physiology in an attempt to discover, if possible, why so many men seem to respond to me in such an overtly sexual way.
“Well, that rather brings us back to why you are here, doesn’t it? You see, as much of an animal as Tommy-Z is, Panther found it to be out of character for such an experienced agent to suddenly go berserk and try to murder a target he was assigned to capture and bring back alive. The Program never wanted you dead, Jodie. We just wanted you back.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, conscious that my skin-tight costume reveals every curve and bump on my well-formed breasts and that Thomas was having a difficult time ignoring them. “Yes, go on.”
“It was then that we first began to suspect that there was something about you, something that could drive men out of their rational minds with desire. We began to suspect that the Caantonium Serum, the very serum that gave you your strength and the power to fly, had affected you in other ways not so easily discernable.”
“The pheromones?” I asked.
“Yes, the pheromones. But without you being at the compound, we could not run our tests and confirm this to be true. Later, however, after we developed the last of the female agents, Solar Flare, our suspicions grew stronger.”
“How so? Does Solar Flare also exude these pheromones?”
Thomas shook his head. “No, she does not. But as I am sure you came to realize during your encounter with Flare, she possesses more than one special power.”
The memory of my battle with Solar Flare in downtown Megapolis some months before was still fresh in my mind. She had nearly gotten the best of me on that day and I had been lucky to escape capture. “Yes, I remember. She had the ability to fly, like me, but also the ability to control solar radiation, which she used as energy attacks. I asked her about it and she stated that she was the first agent to have manifested multiple special powers.”
“Yes, this is partially correct,” Thomas confirmed. “Until Solar Flare, we were convinced that the Caantonium Serum could gift its recipient with a single special power only. We could never be sure what type of power might develop in an agent, but previous to Flare we had never seen any agent develop more than one. I now believe that we were mistaken.”
“How so?”
Thomas clasped his hands together and tapped his forefingers on his chin, as if trying to mentally put together the words that would best explain a difficult concept. “Since the time of Agent 03’s death, we were aware of the Sartak and the way it affects females injected with Caantonium. It always puzzled us that the same weakness to sensual stimulation did also not affect our male agents. We have never been able to discover the reason, but I now believe that the differences in the ways that the Caantonium interacts with the G-Nomes of a subject vary greatly based on the subject’s gender.
“How so?”
“I now believe, as does Panther, that women are able to more fully absorb and respond, via genetic mutation, to the serum. The result can be observed in two distinct ways—First, the female agent becomes hyper-sexual, that is to say, overly responsive to sexual stimulation to the point of being helpless to control the reactions of her primal being. And second, the female agent is capable of developing multiple special powers. We saw this in the case of Solar Flare, as she not only suffers from the Sartak, as did Agent 03, and as do you, but she developed both the power of flight and the power to manipulate solar energy.”
I shook my head. “But I only developed a single special power, that being the power of flight. So how does your theory explain--”
“Yes, this is what we thought at the time. But in reality, it is plausible that you developed an additional power.”
“The pheromones?”
Thomas nodded. “Precisely. My recent tests on your physiology confirm what Panther and I have come to believe. Your body exudes a constant aura of very powerful and unnatural pheromones that react with the biophysical chemistry of the people around you in a very dramatic and potentially negative way.”
“But don’t all people emit pheromones to some degree?” I asked.
“Yes, this is true. Pheromones are one of the lesser attractants between the sexes. They exist as short-term chemical stimulants that are transmitted through the air. This is why two people that have never been attracted to one another may, after being in close proximity for an extended period of time, suddenly fall in love.
“Johnny Hawkeye’s pheromone power is based on this same principle,” Thomas continued. “Although infinitely more potent and long lived, the chemical stimulants that he emits are basically the same as those of other humans. The really spectacular part of his power is that he can direct his pheromones and selectively target a particular woman, as he did with you on at least one occasion.”
I blushed at the memory of how Johnny had brought me under his power and raped me in our first meeting. That I had later defeated him did little to soften the shame that I still felt.
“But Johnny’s power causes women fall in love with him. He can literally get them to do whatever he asks. Mine seems to turn men into sexual predators who only want to attack me.”
Thomas picked up the clipboard and again reviewed the test data. “I am afraid that the pheromones emitted by you are altogether different, Jodie. They are, at a minimum, ten thousand times more potent than those projected by a normal person. They always seem to be present and exist within a spherical bubble around your body that has a radius of at least twenty feet. Indoors, in areas with less than adequate ventilation, the pheromones are likely to accumulate and grow even stronger in power. Additionally, the effect that they have on other people is likely to be noticeably different than the effect of normal pheromones.”
“How so?” I asked hesitantly.
“Rather than causing men to fall in love with you, the pheromones will tend to have a more immediate effect. Love is complex emotion, after all, and based as much on higher brain functions as lower ones. People tend to think themselves into a state of love. Certainly, physical attraction plays an important role, but the emotion of love is linked to many factors beyond sexual attraction.”
“But in the case of my pheromones?”
“The reaction will tend to be primal and based on the desire for immediate gratification. Men will not fall in love with you, I am afraid. Rather, they will want only to have sex with you and they will not want to take no for an answer. Their inhibitions and fears of rejection will break down and give way to a
powerful need to fulfill their sexual desire. It can, under the right circumstances, be most dangerous, I am sure.”
“To them or to me?” I asked incredulously.
“Considering that you have the strength of ten men, I would say more dangerous to them. But certainly there is some degree of peril for you, considering that your primary weakness is based on an inability to endure extended periods of sensual stimulation.”
“Yeah, thanks for reminding me. So this is it, huh? This is my special power? I turn men into animals and encourage them to attack me in the way that gives them the greatest chance of success? That’s great, Doc. Just great. Why don’t you tell me some more good news?”
“Actually, it’s not just men,” Thomas cautioned. “Many women, too, will respond to you with sexually driven violence. The pheromones are not particularly gender selective.”
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time I walk into a lesbian bar.”
“Not just lesbians—Heterosexual women, as well.”
“You have got to be kidding.”
“No, it is likely to be true. Since the time of Freud, we have known that the female libido is often
a match for that of men. The sexual drive of a woman is, at certain times of the month, just as powerful as that of a man. And there can be no denying that women are the more sexually aware of the species. If you strip away the moral restraints and culturally ingrained attitudes, heterosexual women tend to be physically attracted to beautiful members of their own gender. Since this is precisely what your pheromones tend to do, that is strip away moral restraints, it is likely that many women will find themselves deeply aroused by your presence.”
I held my head in my hands and groaned. “Well, I suppose it does explain a lot. Like why so many cheap thugs with no chance against me choose to stand and fight rather than run away and try to escape. And why so many of them want to rape me. Damn! What is a girl to do?”
Thomas scanned my athletic figure up and down. “It doesn’t help that you are knock-dead gorgeous, Jodie. Pheromones aside, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
“I think the pheromones must be effecting you,” I said modestly.
“Why do you think I wear this long lab coat?”
I looked toward his waist and for the first time noticed the distinct bulge protruding from his
crotch, under the coat. “Oh, god!” I stated in humiliation. “What am I going to do?”
“Continue doing what you have been doing. You are a wonderful super-heroine. Your power
may actually be an aid—If criminals do not run away then you will not have to chase after them. If they are so distracted by your sexuality that they act stupid, you will have an easier time in defeating them.”
“Yes, but--”
“And it is not all bad news,” he continued. “Keep in mind that pheromones are only one of the means, and a minor one at that, by which humans attract a mate. Most men and women, those of strong moral ilk especially, will have no problem resisting your charms. They may be completely turned on while in your presence, but they will retain the moral restraints by which they govern their lives. It is only those among us that have chosen to part with morality-- the criminals-- that are likely to give in to their animalistic natures and act upon their desires to have sex with you. The Caantonium Serum has given you the ability to defend yourself. Use your strength. Use your fighting skills. Continue to make Megapolis a better and safer place.”
I remained silent for a long moment and then turned to leave. “Thank you, Thomas. I suppose it is better that I now know of this, um, condition. But I agree with you—I cannot allow it to change who or what I am. I am Ms. Marvelous and the people of this city depend on me. I will not let them down.”
“At least androids should not be affected by my pheromones,” I said to myself as I descended out of the clear night sky toward the Camtronics lab, below. “Though I doubt my job will be any easier because of it.”
I landed lightly on the roof, my thinly soled boots barely making a sound. My red and black costume seemed to glimmer in the moonlight, its glossy, almost reflective surface shimmering like the
wings of a dragonfly. The lightly tanned skin of my legs and stomach, too, seemed almost to glow. But the full moon was hardly a hindrance to my stealthy approach, I decided. It was highly doubtful that anyone was present to notice my lithe figure as it scampered quietly across the top of the building.
The lab had been abandoned for some time, now, its doors chained and locked, its windows barred. The scandal that brought down Camtronics had been a serious one, something to do with the sale of high-grade weapons and technology to terrorist organizations, and the government had closed the place down and kept it shut off from access ever since. Howard Bilken had always maintained his innocence, though it did not matter. The company that he had helped to found had been closed forever and he had lost his sanity and been placed in a mental ward.
Eventually, once the various criminal and civil court cases were settled, the company would be allowed to sell off its remaining assets and close the property permanently. Until then, though, the government kept the place locked off and undisturbed. In fact, it was likely that the lab had changed very little since the day the scandal first broke.
But according to Bilken, someone was using the lab as a hideout-- Two android criminals that went by the names of Jack and Jill. I had encountered them before and it had not gone well for me. But now it was time for a rematch and I knew that I would never be more ready. Not only did I have the element of surprise, but I had with me a special gift for the androids, one that I figured would put their lights out.
I paused long enough to double check the package that I carried. It was a leather pouch dangling from a strap wrapped over my left shoulder. Positioning the pouch in front of me, I pulled back the top flap and peered inside. The glint of metal reflected back at me. I reached in and took hold of the object, then removed it from the pouch and held it before me.
The horseshoe shaped item that I held in my hand had been forged from thirty pounds of special grade iron. The thick metal was black as coal, except on the ends where it was polished and shiny, like stainless steel. I gripped it by the thick handle, my super-strong arm barely even noticing the weight. Inside of the main handle was a smaller one fashioned from aluminum. The smaller handle served as a trigger and I wrapped my fingers across it. When pulled, the trigger would activate the object and unleash its magnet nature. It was not a high-tech device. Steel workers and machinists had used such magnets for years to gain a better grip on metal or to pick up iron shavings. I had an altogether different purpose in mind for the magnet.
Satisfied that the magnet was in working order, I returned it to its pouch and closed the flap. I did not like the way the thirty-pound hunk of metal rested on my hip, and worried that it might get in the way if a fight broke out. But it was worth the inconvenience, I supposed.
Howard Bilken had indirectly turned me on to the idea when he suggested that despite all their advanced technology, the androids were basically just computers. I am a computer scientist, myself, and I know something about how computers work. The operation of computers is all based on the idea of positive and negative charges. Memory chips and central processing units rely on these charges to operate. And the one sure way that I know to disable a computer is to run a magnet over it. I only hoped that the Hills did not possess some special protection in their design that would shield them from a powerful magnetic field.
“Only one way to find out,” I decided.
I walked toward the center of the building and quickly located a ceiling skylight. I peered in but could see nothing. Casting caution to the wind, I placed my super-powerful fingers beneath the outer lip of the skylight’s casing and gave it a tug. The sound of ripping metal filled the air around me as the skylight flipped several feet up into the air. It crashed down on the roof some distance away and bounced to a rest.
I dropped through the hole I had created and landed softly on the tiled floor below. I found myself in a darkened hallway. Several doors lined the hallway on either side. I paused, then moved closer to one of the doors. As my eyes adjusted the darkness, I could see that a small placard had been mounted on the wall next to the door.
“Radiology – CAT Scan”, I read the placard aloud. “Hmm, I must be in the radiology section of the lab. But Bilken said the androids would be in the robotics section. So which way is that?”
Figuring that the more advanced and secret projects would be located within the central portion of the building, I set off in the appropriate direction at a quick pace. So far I had seen no evidence of the androids, but that did not mean that they were not here. I knew that I needed to be cautious, but I was anxious for a fight. I owed the androids a debt and figured that the time for payment was now.
I had not walked far before I came across a central intersection that linked my hallway to several others. Two of the new hallways were blocked by heavy metal screens, indicating, I supposed, that they led to restricted areas. A third hallway also had a screen, though it was no longer standing. Instead, the screen had been torn from its moorings and cast aside as if it were little more than a piece of cardboard. I did not have to be a genius to know that somebody possessing enormous strength had been this way.
I bypassed the broken screen and proceeded cautiously down the dimly lit hallway. I could see a bright light emanating from a room at the far end of the corridor. Apparently, I concluded, the building was not without electricity. As I approached closer to the room, I could see that its doors, a pair of heavy metal ones, had been smashed in and basically obliterated. I swallowed hard and cautioned myself not to underestimate the androids. Their strength was awesome and probably a match for my own.
A placard was mounted on the wall next to one of the destroyed doors. I stepped closer and read it.
“Advanced Robotics Laboratory – Access Restricted”.
“This must be the place,” I said aloud as I peered around the doorframe and looked inside. “The place for you to catch a butt-whipping,” a husky voice said from behind me.
I spun around, completely caught off guard, and found myself face to face with one of the Hill’s
bodyguards. “Bull!” I shouted in utter surprise. “But how did you--”
“I move pretty quiet for a guy my size, huh? You didn’t see me standing over there in the
shadows, did you? Well, it’s your mistake!”
A massive ham-fist whistled through the air and struck me squarely on the temple. The force of
the blow catapulted my one-hundred and thirty pound frame through the doorway and into the brightly lit chamber beyond. I skidded across the waxed tile floor on my butt before slamming into a technician’s cart. The cart tipped over and dumped its contents of tools onto the floor, causing a major racket. It was not the entrance I had planned, but I am sure that it got everyone’s attention.
I picked myself up and watched the enormous bulk of my attacker slowly enter the laboratory after me. He seemed in no rush to resume the battle, so I used the time to quickly scan the room-- It was a large, hybrid-type facility, its contents consisting of high-tech medical implements, state of the art computer workstations and servers, chemistry stations, and good old fashioned machine shop type assembly devices. Large robotic arms hung from a high ceiling, apparently to be used as precision lifting implements, and rows of UPS battery systems and air-conditioning panels lined the walls. Several large tables dominated the center of the room. The tops of the tables were cluttered with all manner of robotic constructs-- unattached arms and legs and heads, computer panels and boards, cooling fans and power units, and other devices that I could not even begin to describe. In the back of the room, behind panels of protective Plexiglas, were several large steel cabinets that contained various painted warnings on their front surfaces. The warnings indicated that electrical and radioactive elements were stored within. Spaced about the lab, several doors, all of them closed, led away to adjoining rooms or closets. In all, it was a large and impressive facility.
I turned my head to the right and my eyes focused on a second man. He set aside a newspaper and rose from his chair behind one of the lab tables. I was not surprised to see him or that he was now taking an interest in me.
“Well, well,” the second big man stated with curiosity. “What do we have here? Why, it’s Ms. Marvelous, super-whore to the stars!”
“Hello, Ox,” I replied with a grin. “Still serving as a lapdog to the androids, I see?”
“I’d have thought the royal screwing that you got last time would have been enough for you, super-whore,” he replied snidely. “What’s the matter, you still horny?”
“Yeah, she’s horny,” Bull interjected from the opposite side of the lab. “She couldn’t help herself. Wanted to get screwed by a couple of real men.”
“As I recall, boys,” I replied indignantly, “The last time we met, I put you two down for nappy time in less than sixty seconds. Or was that two other big stupid looking idiots?”
“Yeah, go ahead and talk, super-whore,” Ox snarled back. “You won’t be shooting your mouth off after I jam my cock in it.”
“Be careful what you say, Ox. It’s just the pheromones talking, and they can get you in a lot of trouble.”
The big man looked puzzled. “The phero-what? What the hell are you talking about?”
I shrugged. “Oh, never mind. A gorilla like you would not understand. But can we get on with it already? I really need to have a word with your bosses and all you are doing is getting in my way.”
“Bah!” Ox shouted. “You’re nothing but a girl scout on a power trip. I’m going to lay the smack down on you so hard that you’ll think it was--”
I leapt forward with lightning speed and used my flying power to quickly cover the distance between us. Before he could finish his threat, Ox was feeling the knuckles of my right fist crash off of his jaw. Though weighing in at over three hundred pounds of pure muscle, the mighty blow sent the big man flying backward and crashing atop the lab table. Beakers and test tubes shattered under him and a cascade of broken glass rained across the floor.
“Arrgh, my back!” the big bodyguard yelped as splinters of glass cut into his flesh.
“Don’t worry, Ox!” Bull shouted from his location near the door. “I’ll get her!”
“You will not be sneaking up on me this time, Bull! You had your one free punch. Now, it’s my
turn!”
I swiveled on my left foot and drove a roundhouse kick into the charging man’s gut. He doubled
over but remained on his feet. A knee-lift caught him under the chin and sent him spiraling backward through the air. Bull landed hard on his head and shoulders and seemed to melt into the floor.
“It’s just you and me, now,” I stated to Ox. “Or maybe you would like to give up and tell the girl scout where she can find the Hills?”
The brute slid off the table and back onto his feet. He snarled in reply to my question and approached me like a lion moving in for the kill. But I feinted an attack and he flinched big time—It was all the opening that I needed.
“Look out, here I come!”
I launched myself at the massive bodyguard and then ducked low, sliding across the floor on my hip and raising my feet in front of me. The double-booted kick caught him square on the kneecap and ripped his right leg out from under him. Ox cried out in pain and tumbled over like a falling house of cards.
I barely had time to get out of the way as the huge man slammed face first into the hard tiled floor. He rolled on his side and curled up into a fetal position, his hands clutching at his injured knee.
“That was too easy,” I said while standing over him. “Some people just never learn when they are overmatched.”
“I was just about to say the same thing,” a voice behind me replied.
I spun around and my eyes quickly located the source of the voice. It was Jack Hill, emerging from one of the doors. His sister followed behind, a thin smile on her face. As when I had first encountered them, each of the androids was dressed in an identical fashion—Black turtleneck sweaters, black slacks, and black shoes and gloves. So similar were they in appearance that I had to look twice to know for sure which was which. Each stood five-feet ten inches tall and possessed a slender build. Each had the same dark, shoulder-length hair. Each had nearly the same, girlish facial features. There could be know denying that they were convincingly human in appearance and highly attractive, though for a “male” android I thought that Jack’s designers had made him a bit too feminine. A random and unproductive thought skittered through my brain and I momentarily eyed his crotch—“I wonder if they made him fully functional?”
“I am absolutely surprised to see you,” Jack continued. “I would have thought that after our last encounter you would have learned that you are no match for my sister and I. And yet here you are. How spectacular!”
“Yes, Brother,” Jill interjected. “It would seem that our little bird wishes to interfere with us once again. I am sorry, my dove, that we cannot be better hosts—This laboratory is absolutely bereft of the luxuries that you humans so enjoy. Yet it has provided us with all the spare parts and tools that we require in order to make ourselves whole.”
Jack raised his right hand and flexed his gloved fingers. “As you can see, the damage that you inflicted on me in our previous encounter has been repaired. Can the same be said for you, I wonder? Are you back to full strength?”
My eyes narrowed. “I can assure you that I am fully recovered. And you will not catch me off guard this time. I now know all about you. I know what you are and I know how to defeat you.”
The android twins glanced at one another but continued to smile. “Really? Please, do tell— What is it that you know and how shall you defeat us?”
“You will find out soon enough, android.”
“Very well,” Jack stated in mock consternation. “But I am glad that you have come. I have not tasted the flesh of a super-heroine in such a long time. How I long to run my tongue across your body! How I yearn to taste your juices! How I hunger to hear you squeal in protest as I draw out your orgasm! May I have the first turn with her, dear sister? Oh, please, may I?”
Jill Hill smiled deviously. “Yes, my brother, as always, you may have the first turn. Yet save some bit of her for me. I, too, hunger for her gorgeous body. I remember well the pleasure that she brought us the last time.”
“She is a healthy girl,” Jack replied while moving toward me. “There should be plenty to go around. And just think, Sister—We need not leave her behind, this time. Here, in this secretive place, we can keep and play with her to our heart’s content, for as long as we want!”
“Yes, you are right, Brother, and eventually, once we have had our way with her and have grown tired of her, we can give her spent remains to Don Refrain. Such an act of generosity will surely please our new benefactor very much!”
“You are both completely insane!” I shouted in disgust.
“Insanity is a human condition!” Jack retorted while closing to within attacking distance. “Androids are superior to humans in every way. You are little more than prey to us, Ms. Marvelous. A delicious piece of meat to be consumed. Your breasts are smooth melons, beckoning me to taste. Your skin is warm cream, calling me to drink. Your pussy is sweet honey, inviting me to devour. I will have you. I will have you now!”
The mad android leapt at me, his arms outstretched and his hands clutching for my shoulders. The sudden attack caught me by surprise. The insults and threats, the comments about what he was going to do to me, about how he was going to ravage my body—It had all served to anger, disgust, an frighten me. It had also broken my concentration. I froze as Jack’s powerful, vice-like hands wrapped around my upper arms. He held me there, paralyzed, for a long moment as his dark, cold, eyes stared down into my own.
“You should not have come here,” he said factually. “This will be your last battle.”
He threw my body across the floor as if I were a rag doll. I bounced and tumbled along the smooth tiles for several feet before slamming roughly into a UPS unit. Before I could rise, he was on me again. He grabbed me from behind, his right arm wrapping around my throat. He lifted me up into a standing position. I gasped for air as his forearm pinched down on my windpipe.
“God, he’s strong!” I thought as he tried to choke the life out of me.
Remembering my martial arts training, I turned my hips and slid to his right side so that I could get some leverage. Grabbing his slender figure around the waist, I lifted him off the floor and then allowed us both to fall backward. He took the brunt of the impact on the back of his head and shoulders and his hold on my neck was momentarily loosened. I used the opportunity to slide free and then regained my feet.
For the moment, I had the advantage. I stood over my mechanical opponent and reached for the pouch that hung over my right hip. I opened the flap and reached inside. Working quickly, I removed the magnet and positioned my fingers over the trigger. I took aim for Jack’s head and prepared to make my attack--
I cannot say whether Jack realized the danger that he was facing. It may have been that he was simply proceeding with the business of destroying me. Whatever the case, the lightning quick android suddenly spun onto his side and lashed out with a perfectly executed sweep kick that clipped me on the ankles and sent me head over heals. I landed heavily and at an awkward angle. The iron magnet slipped from my fingers and clattered across the floor.
A stabbing pain shot through my shoulder and I returned to my feet more slowly, this time. My opponent was waiting for me, his arms raised to attack. But as he swung for my head I ducked low and countered with a diving tackle. We fell back to the floor in a heap, me on top.
Working quickly to capitalize on my advantage, I straddled Jack’s waist with my powerful thighs and did my best to pin him to the ground. I raised my right fist, took aim, and slammed a powerful blow off of the android’s face. He tried to land a punch of his own, but I easily dodged it. As long as I was on top of him, I could control the battle.
I ripped a second punch down on his head. I knew that Jack was tough—The titanium shell that was just beneath his outer skin was durable and resistant. Still, I am strong and I was sure that if I hit him hard enough and often enough I could scramble his more delicate inner workings. But just as victory seemed within my grasp, the tide of the battle turned.
I was doing a good job of keeping Jack pinned to the ground. But his hands were free and he knew how best to distract me. I gasped in protest as his right hand slid beneath my crotch and began roughly fingering my womanhood. My eyes opened wide in surprise as his left hand reached up and grabbed my right breast. Suddenly, the powerful android raised his hips and rolled us over. Before I knew it, our positions had switched-- It was now he that was on top and I that was on the bottom.
The floor tiles felt cool on the bare skin of my back as I looked up at my attacker. He kneeled over me, on my right side. His right hand continued to probe the opening of my pussy, fingering me through the thin fabric of my costume. I squirmed beneath him as his left hand firmly gripped my breast.
“I know how to beat you,” he threatened coldly. “Or had you forgotten?”
“It will take much more than that to beat me!” I responded angrily. Working feverishly, I grabbed his left wrist in both hands and twisted with everything I had. His fingers released my breast and his weight was shifted forward, toward my legs. I snapped my left leg upward and drilled my knee into his face. The sound of the forceful blow resounded throughout the laboratory. Next, I raised both legs and locked his head between my knees with a scissors hold. My feet crisscrossed and joined together. I squeezed his mechanical skull as hard as could, using every last bit of strength in my legs.
Jack ceased his groping of my womanhood in favor of trying to escape my submission hold on his head. His hands tried desperately to find some leverage from which he could pry my powerful legs apart. But I had the hold locked in tight. Had Jack been a human opponent, he would have been finished. As it was, the android was on the verge of having his skull cracked like a nut.
Finally, thinking that I had done as much damage as I could, and knowing that my mechanical foe would never submit, I snapped my legs downward and flipped my hapless opponent onto the floor. He slid across the smooth tiles like a hockey puck on ice before undercutting some lab stools and banging off the leg of a table.
I rose to my feet quickly and waited for my opponent to do the same. Jack faced me, but he had a noticeable kink in his neck. Reaching up with his hands, the android adjusted his cockeyed head so that it was once again sitting more or less straight on his shoulders.
“Round one goes to you,” he said with impudent generosity. “Shall we begin round two?” “Bring it on!” I shot back. “I’m just getting warmed up!”
The android approached and we circled one another warily. He came near to a table and
suddenly reached out with his right hand and swept the contents of its crowded surface toward me. Glass jars, mechanical spare parts, silicon chips, and hand tools crashed off the floor at my feet, distracting me. He leapt for me with the speed of a jaguar, closing the short distance between us before I could react. His lightning fast hands reached for my hips and to my surprise he gripped the sides of my costume between his fingers. Almost before I realized what was happening, Jack jerked his hands upward, pulling the fabric of my costume with them.
I winced as the sheer material of my outfit, having nowhere else to go, wedged itself deep in my butt-crack and nether mouth. I involuntarily rose up on my tiptoes in an effort to relieve the uncomfortable pressure. But as my mechanical foe continued to lift on the sides of my costume, nearly hoisting me off the ground as he did so, an unwanted and decidedly erotic sensation washed across my athletic body. We remained in that position for several seconds, as if frozen in time, Jack pulling up on my costume, me standing on my tiptoes trying to ignore the pressure that was being applied to my sensitive regions.
My bikini bottom had, by now, slid between my nether lips and driven itself deep into my slit. It pressed and rubbed against my sensitive clitoris, exciting it and causing further sensations to sweep over me. The exposed lips of my pussy enveloped the tightly stretched fabric. In back, too, my costume slid deep into my butt-crack, exposing my firm cheeks and rubbing against my vulnerable hole.
“Bastard!” I shouted at my opponent in anger.
“You know you like it,” he responded while giving my costume yet another quick, upward tug. I swung for Jack’s head with a clumsy, backhanded effort that missed wildly. The android
responded by throwing me over the table and onto the floor on the other side. I rose to my feet, but for the moment had no time to adjust the distracting fit of my costume—Jack had jumped up on the table and now stood above me, prepared to launch another attack. His boot came for my face and nailed me squarely in the forehead. I collapsed like the stock market on Black Friday, my limp body hitting the floor and not moving.
Jack’s powerful kick had nearly knocked me out. My eyes were clouded with stars. I lay there, on the floor beneath him, my slender and athletic form facing up toward the ceiling, my costume still driven upward between my long legs. He jumped down from the table, his feet landing on either side of my now defenseless body, and stood over me. He leaned forward and I could feel his fingers as they brushed across my breasts.
“No...” I muttered. “You must not...”
“Now, now,” Jack stated almost comfortingly. “It will all be over before you know it.”
I lay there, stunned and helpless, as my android attacker began stroking my breasts in earnest.
Somehow, his masterful fingers seemed like those of an old friend, familiar and not altogether unwelcome. I sighed as he gently pinched my nipples. “I’m tired of fighting,” I said to myself. “Perhaps I’ll just lie here and let him do what he wants.”
Jack sat on my stomach and straddled my body with his legs. His slender hands applied more pressure on my tits, now, enveloping my fleshy mounds with large, upward motions. His thumbs flicked at my hardening nipples with methodical purpose. I could feel myself becoming aroused. And in my dazed state, I did not care.
My bikini bottom continued to press against my clit. I was becoming wet. Erotic sensations flowed more freely through the length of my five-foot nine-inch form. I could lie here forever, I decided. I could lie here and let Jack have his way with my body. I could—
“What?” I said aloud while regaining my senses. “What the hell is going on?”
I looked up at my attacker in disgust. He held my breasts in his hands. He straddled my body, pinning me to the floor. I could not say how long I had been unconscious, existing in a sort of half-awake, half-asleep dream world, but doubted that it could have been for too long. Though my body tingled with sensual feelings, the Sartak had not yet come over me and I still had strength.
“Get off of me you bastard!” I yelled.
I grabbed my opponent’s wrists in my hands and forced his fingers away from my breasts. Caught off-guard by my sudden attack, Jack momentarily lost his balance and I was able to shove him off of me to the side. I rolled in the opposite direction and leapt to my feet.
“You’ll pay for your transgressions, you--”
I nearly collapsed as a wave of erotic sensations jolted my body. Apparently, I soon realized, more damage had been done to me than I originally thought. My tits were swollen and heavy. My clit was aroused and sensitive. My pussy was wet.
“Hold it together, girl,” I said under my panting breath. “You can still win this fight.”
But as I looked at my mechanical foe, my confidence seemed to fade. He looked none the worse for the long fight. His endurance, it seemed, was limitless. Nothing I did seemed to hurt him. And though his dark eyes were cold and lifeless, I could see in them an overwhelming desire, a need even, to rape me.
“Oh, god,” I wondered silently. “Is this going to be the end of Ms. Marvelous?”