There is an old saying—sometimes you get the bear, sometimes the bear gets you. I guess the saying means that you can never be sure what is going to happen. Sometimes, even when everything seems like it is against you, like there is no way you can win, sometimes you will still come out on top. And conversely, sometimes you will not. Sometimes, even when all the odds seem stacked in your favor and there is no possible way you can lose, you will lose anyway.
I was feeling good about things. I’d had a streak of good luck—Despite having the best lawyers money could buy, Dante Refrain’s murder trial had ended with his conviction and he and the Posse had been sent away to prison. They wouldn’t see the light of day for years, if ever. I had also just finished up putting away the Dyer Maker gang, a group of brutal extortionists that had been terrorizing the
merchants of China Town for months. It hadn’t been easy—The gang consisted of fifteen thugs and I’d had to break a few of their bones. But in the end, after a tough fight, I emerged victorious. When the police came and picked the gang up, I could tell that the officers admired me for what I had done. It was all the thanks that I require.
So I was feeling good as I soared over the city, looking for additional criminal activity. I was patrolling over the Market District, a section of Megapolis near downtown that is home to a number of financial and banking institutions. The stock exchange is there, too. The exchange is an enormous building that takes up two entire city blocks. It has huge stone pillars out front and generally looks like an ancient Greek fortress. Security is so tight inside that no criminal would be foolish enough to try anything. But outside is another story. Like most parts of crime-ridden Megapolis, walking the streets near the stock exchange after dark is a risky venture for any citizen.
Still, it was not unusual to see brokers leaving the building late and I wasn’t surprised when I saw a man walking from the exchange building toward the parking lot across the street. The man wore a dark suit and carried a briefcase. He was alone and walked quickly, occasionally peering back over his shoulder to make sure that no one was following him. I was above him, fifty feet in the air and hovering. I knew from experience that the brokers generally carried cash and wore expensive jewelry—They were prime targets for muggers. In fact, I had stopped more than one mugging in the past on this very street. I didn’t really have anything else to do, so I figured I would be this broker’s guardian angel, at least until he got safely to his car.
Though I had not expected that anything would happen, I have to admit that I was somewhat disappointed when the broker unlocked and climbed into his car unmolested. Not that I wanted him to get mugged, but I’m a crime fighter—It’s what I do. A little action would have been nice. Anyway, I was just turning to fly away when the unexpected happened. I heard the sound of the car’s engine rolling over, then was shaken by an enormous explosion. I looked down in horror as a huge plume of fire and smoke billowed up from where the car had been.
Without concern for my own safety, I dove headlong into the inferno and tried to approach the remains of the vehicle. The heat was too intense even for me, though, and I had to retreat. It didn’t matter. There was no way the broker could have survived the explosion. I landed nearby and watched helplessly as the car burned. A number of people rushed from the stock exchange. I knew the fire department and police would not be far behind.
I took to the air and returned to my place overhead. I scanned the street and nearby rooftops. I don’t know what I was looking for—The explosion could have been an accident, I supposed, some kind of fuel line problem or something, but I doubted it. Cars do not typically blow themselves to pieces without a little help. And though I am not an explosives expert, I also doubted that the amount of gasoline in the vehicle’s tank could explain the size and intensity of the explosion. No—I guessed there was foul play at work here.
Sure enough, I saw a dark figure looking over the top edge of the stock exchange building. I
didn’t know for sure if the person was involved in the murder of the broker, but thought it was odd that somebody would be on top of the building at this time of the evening. In any case, it was worth checking
out. I circled around and landed behind the dark figure. As I stepped closer, I could see that it was a man. He was garbed in a skin-tight, green body suit. I figured his unusual apparel marked him as either a super- hero or villain. Since he was looking at the destruction across the street and chuckling, I decided I could safely assume he was the latter.
“Excuse me?” I said with steel in my voice. “May I ask who you are and what you are doing
here?”
The man whirled about, obviously startled. A small black box fell from his hand and landed on
the surface of the roof. A stubby antenna extended from one end of the box. A single red button poked up from the top. I didn’t have to be a genius to know that the box was a remote control triggering device of some kind and that it had probably been used to set off a bomb attached to the broker’s car.
“Hey!” the man said loudly. “You’re Ms. Marvelous!”
“That’s right,” I confirmed angrily. “Who are you and why did you blow up that car?”
“It weren’t the car I cared for, just the man inside!” His voice had the heavy accent of country folk. He was chuckling again, apparently unconcerned about the terrible thing he had just done.
“What motivated you to do something so awful? Don’t you understand that a man has been
killed?”
“Course I understand, pretty lady! That’s why I did it, for crying out loud!”
He stepped closer to me, out of the shadows. I could see that he was a young man, probably not
more than twenty-five years old. He was obviously uneducated, but he made up for his lack of brains with other assets—Though I am ashamed to admit it, considering the circumstances and all, I couldn’t help but notice his extraordinary physique. Standing six foot three and heavily muscled, he made a fine sight standing there in his green body suit.
His hair was short and brown. A scraggly, five-day beard covered his chin. His body suit hugged every part of his athletic frame, with the exception of his head and his hands, so tightly that it appeared to have been painted on. A large bulge protruded from his pants—He certainly wasn’t lacking in that area, either, I noticed.
I shook my head. It doesn’t matter what he looks like, I reminded myself. He just killed a man, for heaven’s sake! “Ok, I’m going to ask you one more time, then I’m going to take you to jail. What’s your name and why did you kill that man?”
He shrugged. “I guess it don’t matter if I tell you. People call me Johnny Hawkeye, on account of that being my name and all. My clan is from over Clark County way. We be farmers—used to be, anyways.”
“Used to be?” I asked.
“Yep. Until the farm got taken away.” Johnny motioned back toward the street. “That man down there, the one blown all to tarnation, his name be Will Groves. He’s the one who stole our farm.”
“Stole it?”
“That’s right, stole it! He got my daddy to buy a bushel full of some kind of paper. ‘Stock’, he
called it. Said the paper would be worth a lot of money, someday. But it weren’t. Daddy lost everything. Mr. Groves said he owns the farm, now. Said he owns it on account of the stock going bad.”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear you lost the farm, but that’s no excuse to kill somebody.”
“I figure we disagree on that, pretty lady. You see, where I come from, if somebody wrongs you, you wrong them right back. An eye for an eye, you might say. It were easy finding old Will. I been to the big city before. I know my way around! And I read about all you super-hero types doing good deeds and all. I figured I was doing a good deed, so I needed to dress properly. That’s why I got me this fancy suit. Heck, it’s almost as nice as yours. And the dynamite-- I know how to use dynamite, just ask anybody! I been blowing up stumps and old barns and such ever since I was a little boy. Yep, it weren’t know trouble blowing old Will to pieces.”
“What you did was wrong, Johnny, and now you have to pay the consequences.” “It were justified!” he exclaimed. “Justified!”
It was now clear to me that I wasn’t dealing with a super-villain. Johnny had the intelligence of a child. “That’s for the judge to decide,” I said sympathetically. “Now come on and let’s go. Don’t make any trouble.”
Johnny Hawkeye smiled. “I don’t figure I’m going anywhere, excepting where I want to go.
You’re a pretty lady, but I don’t think you’ll be catching me tonight!” “And why’s that?” I asked while stepping toward him.
“Because of the way pretty ladies like you react to me,” he stated matter of factly. “What do you mean?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Let’s just say that I can beat you, easy enough.”
“Oh, brother!” I blurted out with a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”
A mean look came over Johnny Hawkeye’s face. “You think just because you’re a big-time super- hero from the big city that you’re better than me, don’t you? You’re just like that Will Groves fellow. You think that I’m some kind of dumb hick or something. Well, I’ll show you. I’ll show you all!”
He stepped toward me and lashed out with a vicious backhanded swipe. The blow caught me on the side of the face and spun my head around. It didn’t hurt much, but I only weigh a hundred and thirty pounds and the laws of physics can’t be denied. The swipe lifted me off my feet and I fell to the roof on my side. Johnny came down on top of me, his weight across my hip. He hammered a lift down across my chin, then followed up with a right hook. But I’d had enough. Firing an elbow into his ribs, I knocked the farm boy off of me. He yelped in pain and fell heavily on his back.
“That hurt, dangit!” he screamed at me.
“I told you not to make any trouble,” I said as I got to my feet.
“Forget this!” he shouted. He got up and ran toward the side of the building. I could have taken off after him and tackled him, but I kind of wanted to see what he was going to do. To my surprise, he jumped over the edge without slowing down. I gasped in horror. The rooftop of the stock exchange is four stories high—Had Johnny thrown himself off rather than allow himself to be taken to jail? I flew to the edge and peered over. To my chagrin, but also relief, a rope dangled down to the ground below. I arrived just in time to see Johnny dropping the last ten feet to the ground. An old dirt bike motorcycle waited for him. He quickly started the bike, then sped away down an ally.
“Oh no you don’t,” I said as I flew after him. He arrived at the end of the ally and skidded around the corner, barely able to keep control of the motorcycle. I was only a few feet behind. I reached for his shoulder and narrowly missed. Johnny accelerated down the street.
He screamed through the late evening traffic, putting himself and the other motorists at risk. I’m fast—I can fly at speeds upwards of eighty miles per hour. But his bike was fast, too. Several times I got close, and several times he was able to just pull away. But maybe I was holding back a little, I wondered? I shouldn’t have been. Johnny was a murderer and had to be brought to justice. But I found that I didn’t really want to hurt him. If possible, I wanted to corner him and force him to slow down before I pulled him from the bike and risked injuring him.
Johnny screamed around another corner and onto the entry ramp for the highway. Again, I got close and tried to grab him. Again, he avoided me. He twisted the accelerator handle and roared up the ramp. Few cars were on the highway. He had all four lanes to himself and began to pull away from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to catch him. Instead, I rose higher into the night sky until I was out of his line of sight. I tailed him, falling farther behind, until he thought he had lost me. As he reached the edge of
town, Johnny began to slow down. He apparently didn’t want to risk an encounter with the police. I
caught up to him but maintained my altitude. I didn’t want to take him down on the highway for fear of injuring him. I also decided it might be a good idea to follow him back to his hideout on the off chance that he might be working with someone. If he had associates, people that had helped him pull off his foul crime, then I wanted to nab them, too.
He drove for over an hour, putting distance between himself and Megapolis. I trailed behind, unseen. I wasn’t surprised that he was heading for Clark County. He took exit sixty-four and continued driving on a small dirt road that looked as if it led to nowhere. The whine of his motorcycle was the only sound I could hear. The dim light it cast on the road in front of him was the only light other than the stars and a sliver moon. After a few miles on the dirt road, he turned off onto a private drive. In the darkness, I could barely make out the outlines of a few buildings. They appeared to be storage sheds. A larger structure was at the end of the drive, dominating the smaller buildings that surrounded it. It was a large barn.
Johnny got off the bike and opened the main gate to the barn. He walked the motorcycle inside and shut the door behind him. Lights came on inside the structure. I landed outside and peered in through a dusty window.
The inside of the barn was fenced off into sections, presumably for the boarding of animals, but was basically a single, large, enclosed space. There were no animals in the pens. Cobwebs hung loosely from support beams. A number of ropes and chains dangled from hooks on the walls. A few bails of hay and some old farm equipment took up space here and there. Johnny was alone. He rolled the motorcycle toward the back of the barn and parked it. He turned and looked toward my window. For a moment, I was sure that he had seen me, but then he turned away and casually went about his business. He walked to an old cabinet of drawers and began digging through the contents as if looking for something. I
couldn’t see what he was doing, but figured I had seen enough. It was time to bring Johnny Hawkeye to justice.
I walked to the front gate and lifted my right foot. I lashed out, kicking the door with far more force than was needed. The rotting wood caved in under my blow, crashing inward and crumbling to the floor. A cloud of dust billowed up as the broken planks fell to the ground.
I stepped through and stood proudly atop the remains of the door. Johnny was still rummaging through the cabinet, apparently not impressed by my spectacular entrance.
“Alright, Johnny!” I said loudly. “Enough games. I’m taking you back to Megapolis to pay for your crime!”
Johnny turned to face me and snickered. “I knew you were following me, Ms. Marvelous.
Thanks for coming and welcome to my humble abode. This should be a lot of fun!”
His arrogance confused me. From our brief tussle on the roof of the stock exchange, I knew that Johnny was not super-powered. He was a fine athlete and a strong man, yes, but his strength could not hope to approach my own. He was totally outclassed. So why was he being so bold?
“What’s your game, Johnny? Surely you know you can’t win this fight? Give it up now and I’ll go easy on you.”
“You think I’m just some dumb hick, don’t you, Ms. Marvelous? But I ain’t! I told you that I know all about you big city super-heroes. I follow all your exploits. And I’ve got friends in Megapolis. Some of them even know you. They been telling me all about you. About how you get all weak in the knees when some guy sticks his sticker in you. Well, I’m just as good as them city boys. I expect my sticker is about as good as any, maybe better.”
As if to prove his point, Johnny folded back a flap covering his crotch and reached inside his pants. When his hand came out, it held the source of the large lump I had noticed earlier. I have to admit that I was impressed. Johnny’s cock was big. He stroked it and it grew more rigid. Within seconds, his
‘sticker’ reached eight inches. The shaft was thick and muscular. The knobby head was heavy. I stared long at it. Though I wanted to look away, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of it.
“That’s right,” he said deviously, “take a long, hard look. I may just be a country boy, but I’m thinking I’m equipped to take you down.”
He pointed his massive member at me threateningly. So, I thought to myself, Johnny knows about my vulnerability to sensual attacks. But still, can that alone explain his cockiness? I’ve defeated tougher opponents that him. Super-powered opponents, armies of ninjas and gang bangers, machine gun welding lunatics, bounty hunters, and serial rapists. I may still be young and relatively inexperienced, but I’ve seen my fair share of action. This hick didn’t stand a chance against me.
“Put your cock back in your pants and lets go, Johnny. If you want to fight, then let’s fight. But don’t embarrass yourself.”
His answer was to charge me and swing a haymaker left at my head. I easily avoided the blow and countered by grabbing his wrist and using his own momentum to flip him over. He landed with a thud on the dirt floor of the barn.
I pulled him up, then pushed him away and stepped back. I suppose I should have clocked him one and ended the fight right then and there, but again I found myself hesitant to risk injuring him. Yes, he was a murderer, but his farm had been stolen from him and maybe he had simply done what he
thought was right. I didn’t think it was right, but maybe he did. And maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy, after all. He certainly was cute, I thought again as I noticed his large biceps and shoulders.
“You stupid bitch,” he snarled. “I’ll make you pay for that!”
He rushed me again, fully determined to prove that he was as good as a “big-city hero”. He missed wildly with a right, then with a left. He was wide open for a counter, so I tapped him with a right to the stomach. I held back, not wanting to hurt him. He responded by clocking me with a hard forearm shiver to the chops. I fell backward, a cloud of dust rising up as I impacted with the floor.
I wasn’t injured by the blow, but was never the less uncharacteristically slow to react as Johnny moved in on me. He leaned over and grabbed my right ankle in his strong hands, then pulled me across the dusty floor toward the center of the barn. Turning his back to me, he crouched and held my right leg firmly under his right arm, pinned against his body. I could have easily broken the hold by kicking him in
the butt with my left foot, but for some reason didn’t. I was still worried about hurting him, and even had the odd notion run through my mind that maybe I should let him score a few points just to appease his vanity. Maybe after losing a “tough” battle, Johnny would be more willing to come back to Megapolis with me.
Suddenly, I felt the cool touch of steel on my ankle. A loud click indicated that my right leg had been shackled.
“Hey!” I protested as Johnny stepped away from my prone form and revealed the heavy looking shackle and chain that was wrapped around my ankle.
“That ought to take some of the fight out of you, super-babe,” he said with a smile.
I examined the steel band that had been placed over my ankle. Though rusting, it had been forged thick and was plenty strong. The clasps were solid. A small keyhole next to the clasps indicated that some type of locking mechanism was inside. An equally heavy chain was attached to the shackle. The opposite end of the chain was wrapped securely around one of the barn’s wooden support beams, a few feet away. I tugged at the chain with my leg. It seemed pretty strong.
“Johnny,” I said coolly, “you’re making a big mistake. You don’t want to get me angry. Let me
loose now, and we’ll work something out. Maybe the judge will go easy on you, considering what Groves did to your family and all.”
Johnny just smiled. “That chain is used to hold the bull. I figure if it can hold a bull, it can hold
you.”
He turned and walked away, confident that I was safely secured. He returned to the cabinet and
resumed his search for whatever it was he was looking for. I got up into a sitting position and tested the chain in my hands. It was too strong to break, but I figured the weak link wasn’t the chain at all, but rather the wooden support beam around which it was wrapped. I stood and put my idea to the test. I gave the chain a hard yank, then another. Dust fell from the ceiling. The entire barn seemed to groan. I yanked again. The beam moved, but only barely. Dropping the chain, I slammed a forearm into the beam. I hit it a second time. Cracks began appearing in the wood. A third blow devastated the beam and it gave way. I half expected the old barn to collapse, but it remained standing. I slid the chain over the broken chunk of beam and dropped it to the floor. I was still shackled, and the chain would drag along behind me until I came up with a way to remove it, but I was free.
I turned and looked for Johnny. Maybe my display of strength would finally convince him to surrender without further violence, I thought hopefully. He stood in front of me, a few feet away, obviously displeased at the destruction I had caused to his barn.
“Do you have the key to this chain?” I asked smugly.
“Dangit! I wouldn’t be so cocky, if I were you. We’re just getting started!”
As if to reinforce his point, Johnny Hawkeye again waved his cock at me. He was within range of any number of moves—I considered nailing him with a leaping front toe kick that would surely knock him cold, but decided against it. Perhaps another display of strength, I thought?
I stepped forward and grabbed him around the neck with my right hand. I lifted him off his feet and held him suspended. “Don’t be a fool, Johnny! Give up this madness!”
“Uuurgk!” he gurgled.
“I’m sympathetic about your farm. I know you and your family got the short end of the stick. But you can’t just go around… uh, go around… what is it you did?”
I shook my head. My mind seemed to be in a fog. Why was I here? Oh, yeah, to get Johnny. But what for? What had he done, again? Oh, right, the car. The broker. That’s it, he had killed the broker.
“You can’t just go around killing stock brokers. You can’t--”
Suddenly, Johnny raised his right hand and forced his fingers into my mouth. I jerked my head away, but not before he had scraped a big wad of goopy stuff off on my tongue and lower teeth. I dropped him and almost keeled over. The stuff was rancid. I spat most of it out, but it was sticky and some of it remained adhered inside my mouth. My tongue was burning. My head was spinning. It was a powerful poison of some kind, I realized too late. I couldn’t keep my balance. Before I knew it, I was on the ground, laying on my right side, still gagging from the rancid paste.
“That’s my special Hawkeye Gunk,” I heard Johnny’s voice overhead. “Named after me. Tastes bad, huh? That stuff will knock the spots off a milk cow, that’s for sure. We use it to sedate the pigs before we slaughter them. Never tried it on a person. Seems to be having the appropriate effect,
though.”
He wasn’t kidding. The ‘Hawkeye Gunk’ was hitting me hard. I struggled just to retain consciousness as Johnny walked back to the cabinet and wiped his hand off on a rag. Tossing the rag away, he walked to the near wall of the barn and removed three lengths of rope from their hooks. I pulled myself up onto my knees, suddenly aware of the danger I was now in. I was battling an opponent that knew my secret weakness. He knew how to defeat me. His cock was out of his pants, still swollen and stiff. I figured my system would be able to shake off the effects of the Gunk fairly quickly, but for the moment I was unable to defend myself.
I tried to stand, but Johnny put his hands on my shoulders and forced me back to my knees. Grabbing my left wrist, he roughly pulled me forward so that I fell on my face. He kneeled over me, his left knee across my back. He set the ropes on the ground and pulled my hands behind my back. I tried to resist, to pull free of his grasp, but I was weak from the gunk. He held both my wrists in one of his big hands and used the other to pick up one of the ropes. He wrapped the rope around my wrists several times, binding them tightly together. He tied off a knot and pulled it tight to remove any slack in the rope.
Confident that my hands were secured, Johnny stood up and walked back to the cabinet. He picked up an old matchbox from its surface and reached inside. His fingers came out holding a small key. Johnny set the matchbox down and returned to my still helpless form. He kneeled next to my feet and used the key to unlatch the shackle wrapped around my right ankle. He tossed the shackle and chain away disgustedly, as if it had betrayed him in some way.
He took my ankle in his left hand and folded my leg back. I’m pretty flexible, so he didn’t have a problem pushing my shin down until the heel of my foot was pressing against the top of my thigh, just at the base of my butt. He picked up another length of rope from where he had dropped it on the ground. I felt him wrap it around my leg. I knew what he had in mind, but was still too weak from the gunk to put up any resistance. Johnny wrapped the rope over the top of my shin, just above the ankle, then underneath my thigh. He made several loops, then finished with another tight knot. He picked up the third length of rope and repeated the process on my left leg, effectively securing my legs in folded positions.
He returned to the cabinet and began again to rummage through its contents. I lay on my stomach, my hands tied behind my back and each of my legs hogtied. I knew I was in a bad situation, but the good news was that the effects of the gunk were starting to wear off. My eyes were again able to focus and I felt my strength returning. All I needed were a few more minutes and then I would get things under control. If Johnny really thought that some old ropes could hold Ms. Marvelous, then he had another thing coming!
He turned from the cabinet and walked toward me. Something was in his hand, but from my position on the floor, I couldn’t make out what it was. He knelt over me, his left knee again pressing atop my back. He pulled my legs apart. I felt his fingers groping my ass. He pulled the stretchy fabric of my bikini bottom to one side, exposing my anus. I felt him spread my cheeks with his hands. Something hard and pointed pressed against the entrance to my hole.
“Stop it!” I protested loudly.
But Johnny didn’t stop. Too late, I realized he was inserting an anal stimulator inside me. I tried to clench my muscles, to keep it out, but it did little good against the lubricated point of the stimulator. The tip slid an inch inside me, then another. I moaned softly as Johnny slowly pressed down on it, gradually forcing it farther into me. The pointed tip broadened into a one inch shaft. As he pressed it four
inches inside me, I could feel ridges on the surface of the shaft. The ridges increased the intensity of the stimulation that I was receiving, and worse, were angled in such a way that they prevented the stimulator from slipping back out.
I moaned louder as Johnny pressed again against the base of the stimulator, driving it another inch inside of me. The inch thick shaft was lubricated and I was weak. I could do little more than squeal as he drove it in a sixth inch. He wiggled the stimulator from side to side, checking that it was secure and causing a wave of unwanted erotic sensations to course through my body.
“Oh, god… no…” I moaned.
“I thought that might do the trick,” he responded as he pulled my costume back in place. A small bulge protruded from my bikini bottom at the spot where the base of the stimulator poked out from my anus. He got off of me and stepped back. I rolled onto my side and looked up at him. I was recovering from the Gunk—I had spat the last of it from my mouth and my mind was clearing. Not that it mattered much. The stimulator in my ass was having a terrible effect on me. My strength was failing fast. I needed to get it out of me as quickly as possible.
I rolled back on my stomach and reached for the base of the stimulator with my bound hands. I could just get the tips of my fingers around it. Grabbing it through the cloth of my costume, I thought I might be able to pull it from my aching hole. Ridges or no, the thing had to come out. But I heard Johnny laugh. He kneeled beside me and put his right hand next to my face so that I could see what was in it. He held out a small black box, not unlike the one he had dropped on the roof of the stock exchange. He moved his thumb over the button and pressed it.
“Aaaagh!” I screamed as the stimulator began to oscillate inside of me. A surge of sensations flooded my body. My fingers retreated from the stimulator, no longer possessing the strength to remove the foul thing. My body felt as if it were on fire. From the tip of the stimulator, six inches inside me, and working its way outward, the Sartak began to overtake my senses. Its warm embrace began to creep in on my mind, threatening to make me its slave.
My moans grew louder as Johnny tortured me. He pressed the button again, turning the vibrator off. He turned it on again, sending a new wave of feelings pulsating through me. He repeated the exercise, causing my body to arch and squirm on the dusty dirt floor of the barn. My moans filled the cavernous structure and would have been clearly heard by anyone outside, had there been anyone there to hear. He continued to torment me for several minutes, first turning the hideous device off, then flipping it on again. My strength evaporated. Gradually, the convulsions of my body on the dirt floor lessened, until finally my body went completely limp and lay still.
“Please… stop…” I begged in a weak voice.
Johnny turned the vibrator on and off a couple more times to see if he could get any further reaction out of my tormented body. “Yes, alright,” he finally agreed. “I think that’s enough for now.”
Though the oscillation of the stimulator had ceased, the shaft, buried deep inside me, still caused me pangs of pleasure and pain. The Sartak threatened to overwhelm me completely. I was helpless as Johnny knelt beside me and flipped me onto my back. The base of the stimulator pressed against the floor and forced it farther inside me. I moaned weakly but was unable even to lift my hips and relieve the pressure. He picked my shoulders up off the ground with his hands. He propped me up so that my head lay against his chest and my back was atop his lap. I could feel his stiff member rubbing between my shoulder blades. It felt hot and hard. He shifted his weight under me, rubbing the head of his huge muscle back and forth across my smooth skin. His arms loosened their grip under my shoulders, allowing my weight to press back on his weapon. I struggled against him, squirming to escape his grasp, but with my hands and legs bound it was hopeless. With my hands tied behind my back, my back arched and my chest pressed outward. His arms wrapped around me, his hands quickly finding their way to my jutting breasts. His fingers danced across my nipples, causing them to swell and stand erect. His touch was masterful, drawing all resistance from my weakening body. My struggles lessened. My body went limp, settling down against his body. His hot cock pressed harder against my back. I could feel moisture on the tip, rubbing off against my bare skin. Working against myself, I couldn’t help but imagine what Johnny’s enormous member would feel like when it penetrated and conquered me thoroughly.
The stimulator buried in my ass, pressed against the ground and threatening to go yet deeper inside me, continued to torment me. Reacting to the sensations, I parted my legs to take off some of the
pressure. Johnny took advantage of the situation, reaching down in front of me with his right hand and running his fingers across my crotch. The sheer fabric of my costume provided little protection as he explored my nether regions.
“No…” I moaned. “Please… don’t… do this…”
He removed his hand from my crotch but the respite was brief. Using both hands, he pulled back on the tapers of my costume, lifting the stretchy material up and over my engorged breasts. With the fabric of the costume out of the way, Johnny’s attack on my nipples was reenergized. He rolled my swelling buds between his fingers, causing me to moan in erotic pleasure. He drew light circles around my small cups, then pinched the nipples and pulled up on them. Through half open eyes, I could see my tortured tits jutting upward toward the ceiling like little cones atop breasts so engorged and large that I could hardly recognize them as being my own.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. The Sartak was all over me. My nipples were screaming. My breasts were burning. My ass was on fire, an anal stimulator inserted more than six inches inside me. My clitoris, responding to the stimulation of the other areas of my body, was now swollen and protruding from its hiding place between my nether lips. Deep inside me, a huge orgasm was building. I could feel it coming on me like an unstoppable force. Soon, it would overtake me completely.
How had this happened, I wondered? I had come here to bring a single criminal to justice. He had no super-powers. He was a poor fighter. I should have been able to defeat him easily. It should not even have been a memorable episode in my crime fighting career. And yet here I was, leaning back in his lap, his cock out of his pants and poking me between the shoulder blades, his fingers rubbing my breasts, a stimulator shoved far up my ass, bound and helpless.
It should not have been this way. I could have taken him out at any time. At the roof of the exchange, on the streets of Megapolis, or even here, earlier, in this barn. I’d had any number of
opportunities to do so. I’m an experienced warrior. It’s not like me to hesitate. Why hadn’t I taken him out?
As if sensing my questions, Johnny whispered the answer into my left ear. “You’re probably wondering how a dumb old hick like me, a simple farm boy named Johnny Hawkeye, could beat a hooty- talooty big city hero like you. It’s not so hard to understand, really. You see, I’m not as simple as I might look. Like you, I got me a super power. Oh, I suppose it’s not as fancy a power as being able to fly like a birdie, or as fancy as being able to bend metal in your hands, but it’s a pretty good power, just the same.”
Johnny removed his right hand from my aching breast and slid it down across my tight abdominal muscles. He slid it under the top of my bikini bottom and down across my pubes. I whimpered softly as he slid his middle finger inside my wet slit.
“You see, I got me this ability to attract women. Never really understood it, to be honest. But
the doctor, he says it got something to do with my biochemistry. That’s a fancy way of saying it has to do with the way I’m made. He called it “pheromones”, or some such thing. Makes women attracted to me. Makes them want to do things for me.”
I moaned weakly as the tip of his finger dipped into my pussy. I didn’t struggle. I was finished. “I have to admit, you resisted my pheromones like no woman I’ve ever come up against before.
Most of them would have been slavering all over me back on the roof of that big building in the city. I was directing my power at you with everything I had. I was letting you have it big time! But you stood your
ground, I’ll give you credit. Still, I got the feeling your heart wasn’t really in it when we started fighting. I got the feeling you were holding back, a bit.”
Johnny’s finger dove deeper inside my hole. I squirmed as he probed the inside of my burning pussy, but couldn’t muster the strength to mount an escape attempt. My arms felt like lead. They lay under me, bound and useless. My legs, folded back on themselves, tied securely and spread, felt unresponsive and far away. My mind was completely enshrouded within the sensual shock of the Sartak.
“That’s why I was so cocky. I know all about you super-heroes. Call it a hobby, if you will, but I follow everything that happens to you. I want to be a super-hero myself, and I guess now maybe I qualify. I got revenge against that slimeball Grove, and now I’ve beaten you. I knew I could. When I saw that it was you on the roof-- you that I was up against-- I knew it wouldn’t be a problem. I knew I could beat you. I can beat any woman.”
Johnny pulled his finger from my hole and ran it over my swollen clit. The sensations were almost more than I could bear. My hogtied body jerked in his lap. He rolled me onto the dirt floor, onto my back. I lay atop my bound hands, my back arched and my swollen breasts jutting into the air. He moved toward my feet. I could do nothing as he spread my legs and kneeled between my thighs. He pulled the fabric of my costume to the side, exposing my crotch. He leaned over me, pressing a hand to the floor on either side of my head for support. He was a big man. His muscular body seemed to loom over me, even swallow me. It felt the warmth of his cock between my legs, the wet tip of it pressing against my nether mouth.
“No…please no…”
He guided the head of his monster into me with his right hand. As he returned his hand to its place next to my head, he slid the palm roughly across my swollen left breast. For a brief moment, I thought of escape, but the idea was gone almost as soon as it had come. I was completely helpless. This hick would have his way with me.
My pussy was wet and lubricated. I didn’t resist as he slid his huge member deep inside me.
Johnny gave me the full length of his eight inch shaft and paused, liking the way it felt inside me. Having his thick cock inside of me, along with the anal stimulator in my ass, sent a tidal wave of sensations cascading over my already tormented body. He was a patient lover, I discovered. He began working it in and out of me, moving it back and forth so slowly that I felt as if I were being tortured. He removed his cock completely, then impaled me again. He ground it side to side, making sure that he was reaching every corner of my tight pussy. My moans came forth uninhibited. My orgasm grew in intensity and size. My body tensed under him. I knew that if I climaxed I would be defeated. I couldn’t give in. I couldn’t!
“Aaaaaagh!” I screamed as the massive orgasm overcame my resistance and shook my body. I convulsed beneath him. It seemed to go on forever, racking me over and over until, finally, exhausted and spent, I went completely limp beneath his body. But Johnny Hawkeye wasn’t done. My juices flowed over his shaft, further stimulating his efforts. He quickened his pace, ramming his stiff rod in and out of my suffering hole with increased determination. My engorged breasts bounced back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. His heavy scrotum slapped against my ass.
He fucked me for another five minutes. A second orgasm, stronger even than the first, began to build within me. How much more could I take, I wondered? How much could I take before the Sartak killed me? But finally, Johnny could hold out no longer. His breath became ragged. His eyes squinted.
He let go with a series of groans and filled me with his semen. I could feel his liquid seed inside me, burning as hot as the blush on my cheeks. He collapsed on top of me, completely spent. We lay in silence for several minutes, his weight on top of me, my face buried against his shoulder. I could feel his powerful member grow flaccid within me and slowly retract from my hole.
My first orgasm had left me flushed and weak, but my second, its purpose yet unfulfilled, left me on fire. My breasts, pressed tightly against his chest, ached. My anus burned, an inch thick rod still buried inside it. My pussy screamed that it wanted more. But my attacker, my conqueror, was finished. He had defeated me. He had no desire, for the moment at least, to further humiliate me.
He rolled off of my body. He knelt beside me and looked down on my helpless form for a few seconds, then stood and dusted himself off. He slid his sticker back inside his pants and closed the flap of his body suit.
“Thank you, ma’am. I reckon we’ll meet again. Seeing as how you know where my secret
hideout is, I guess I got to move on. But I’ll be around. Maybe next time you’ll show me more respect.”
He turned off the lights and rolled his motorcycle out the barn through the broken gate—The gate that I had smashed in. God, I thought, it seemed like I busted down that gate days ago. I heard him start the engine and ride away. The sound of the motorcycle, whining away into the distance, reminded me of laughter. He left me lying there, on the floor, beaten, tied, and humiliated. My powers had left me, flushed away with my orgasm. I don’t know how long I lay there, but the sun was up when I finally rolled up to my knees. A rooster crowed somewhere in the distance. I knew it would be hours, maybe even a full day, before I would regain enough strength to break the ropes around my wrists and legs. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be able to pull the tapers of my costume back down over my bared breasts and to adjust my costume so that my crotch was covered.
I spent a humiliating day and night in the barn, tied and helpless, dreading the idea that Johnny Hawkeye might come back for seconds. If he did, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him. It was the penalty I had to pay for being foolish.
But he didn’t come back. With effort, I was able to pull the stimulator from my aching ass.
Eventually, I was strong enough to break the ropes. I stood, groaning in pain as the muscles of my legs contracted for the first time in over a day. I adjusted my costume so that everything was covered and used and old rag to wipe the dirt from my body. My mind seemed dull—I was having difficulty focusing on anything. My body seemed clumsy, as if it were somehow unattached from me. It was a feeling that I had experienced before. It was the aftertaste of the Sartak. Though my strength was returning, I knew from experience that I would be out of action for a couple of weeks. Megapolis would have to do without the services of Ms. Marvelous for a while. At least, though, I was still alive.
As I groggily flew away from the barn and back toward the city, I hoped that Johnny was right and that we would meet again. I would not forget what he had done to the stockbroker. I would not forget what he had done to me. Sooner or later, I would bring Johnny Hawkeye to justice. And I would be better prepared for him, next time. Pheromones or not, I should have been able to beat Johnny. If we did meet again, I promised, things would be different. But promises are cheap. Its like the old saying goes— sometimes the bear gets you.