Episode 7: Ms. Marvelous vs. The Posse

Author: Steven Bell
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Added Date:5/9/2023
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I soared through the clear, midnight sky, scanning the ground below for movement. The chill December air raised goose bumps on my bare abdomen, back, and legs, but the invulnerability that I possess as a result of the Caantonium Serum treatments I received back at the Program allow me to operate mostly unhindered in all but the coldest of conditions.

I had been patrolling the area around City Park every evening for over a week, but with no luck. I was growing impatient. I knew that there were probably crimes being committed elsewhere in the city, crimes that demanded the attention of Ms. Marvelous, and I could not do anything about them as long as I was here. Performing slow circles over the park, hour after hour, night after night, is not exactly my idea of fun. Still, a lot was at stake and I figured I should stick with it for a little longer.

It had all started when my contact at the Megapolis Gazette, Joel Reiner, contacted me in our usual way. Whenever he wants to talk to me, he places a certain listing in the Gazette want ads. The

classified ad lists a yellow, ’84 Pacer as being for sell. On the off chance that someone might actually be interested in such a piece of crap, he leaves out the phone number. All I have to do is check the paper each morning. Then I call him on his cell phone and we talk. If necessary, we can set up a time and place for a face to face. Joel has been a great help to me in the past, and I have learned that he only tries to contact me when he has something important to pass along. So I didn’t keep him waiting.

Joel told me an interesting story over the phone. A policewoman had been raped. She had been beaten so badly that she lay near death in County Hospital. Joel was tipped off by a friend of his at the hospital, an orderly that owed him a favor. Out of curiosity, more than anything else, Joel had gone to visit the policewoman. A uniformed police officer at the door of her room denied him entrance, saying that the woman was too injured to receive visitors. Of course, this only served to perk Joel’s interest all the more, and he returned later that evening, after visitation hours, to see if he could gain access to the room.

The guard was still at the entrance but soon left to grab a smoke outside. Apparently, the policeman did not expect that someone would pay a visit so late in the evening. Joel slipped inside and sat at the bedside of the beaten woman. She was a mess. Her face was badly bruised and her eyes nearly swollen closed. Whoever had raped her had not been gentle about it. Joel laid his hand on her shoulder and gently shook her to see if she was awake. The swollen eyes opened a crack. To his surprise, the woman seemed genuinely pleased to see that she had a visitor.

Joel told her his name and said that he was a reporter. Again, she seemed to be pleased. In a weak, raspy voice, the woman related to him what had happened. While on duty and in full uniform, she had been attacked and abducted from the park. She had been drugged and taken to an unknown location, a house or building of some kind. She awoke in a large, circular room without windows. Several young men surrounded her and held her down as she was repeatedly raped. They used various instruments on her—dildos, vibrators, and other, more exotic pieces of equipment.

As she told Joel of these events, her voice seemed to crack and tears came to her red, puffy eyes. Joel suggested that she stop, that she try to forget the terrible things that had happened to her. But the policewoman was insistent that she must continue—It was vitally important, she said, that Joel hear her story, as nobody else ever would.

After being savagely beaten by her abductors, she had slipped into unconsciousness only to awaken back at the park in almost the precise location from whence she had been taken. Unable to walk or even crawl for help, she had laid naked there on the cold grass until finally someone had happened along and found her. Yes, she replied in answer to Joel’s inquiry, she knew that she was badly injured and on the verge of death.

“That’s why it is so important,” she said, “that you hear my story. You must tell others of what is going on out there. You must tell others so that justice can finally be done.”

The policewoman continued, telling Joel a terrible tale. She had not been the first to be abducted from the park. Many women had already fallen victim to the rapists. None had died, but most

had refused to come forward with their stories. She herself had been there, patrolling, in the hope of discovering some clue or possibly even catching the rapists in the act. But they had surprised her. They had taken her from behind, taken her without warning and before she could react.

“But why don’t the police take action?” Joel had asked.

“I don’t know,” she responded. “It’s like it isn’t even a priority for them. The district attorney doesn’t care, either. I heard him telling one of the victims that she shouldn’t report the incident to the media. That she shouldn’t tell anyone at all. He said it would only make things worse. He said she would be better off if she just forgot the whole thing. When I heard that, I got angry. I decided I would do something on my own. That night, I was patrolling on my own initiative. My superiors didn’t know I was there. That’s why you have to tell people. Report it in your newspaper. Let people know that the park

isn’t safe. Let them know that the police can’t protect them.”

Joel had left her bedside, shaken by her story. He fully intended to report his findings in his column. But first, he wanted more information. He wanted some facts. Who were the women that had been raped? Why had they not come forward? And most importantly, who were these rapists and why were the police not taking any action against them?

The policewoman died from her injuries the next day. Joel did not want any more women to suffer her fate—He decided it was time to bring in the cavalry. It was time to bring in someone who could do something. It was time to bring in someone who would stand up for the weak. It was time to bring in me.

I am a champion for justice. I battle evildoers whenever and wherever I find them. When I heard Joel’s story, I knew that I had to take action. I had to put a stop to this abomination. We agreed that he would continue to dig for facts while I would patrol the park and hopefully prevent any further abductions. The policewoman had told Joel that the rapes had been occurring every couple of weeks, or so. The rapists had been busy boys and would probably strike again soon. If I got lucky, I might be able to catch them in the act.

But so far, I had seen nothing below in the park other than a few transients and the occasional passerby. I did notice that it was not uncommon for young women to walk through the park. The university campus was nearby, after all, and cutting through the park was the quickest route from the large classroom buildings to some of the nearby dormitories and sorority houses. But the park was not well lit—the few light poles that were present were spaced far apart and dark shadows covered much of the area.

It was because of these shadows, I suppose, that I did not see the small group of men that were hiding in the bushes near to the main sidewalk that extends through the middle of the park. I don’t know how long they had been there, crouched and at the ready, evil intentions on their minds, nor how many times I had flown overhead without sensing their presence, but they made themselves known soon enough.

A young woman, a student by the looks of her, came walking along the sidewalk. She wore a ski jacket and long pants to protect herself from the cold weather. Earmuffs covered part of her head.

Strapped across her shoulder was a book bag. She had just come from a late study session at the library. I had seen her enter the park and had tailed behind her, fifty feet above the ground, like a guardian angel.

But like I said, I had not noticed the group of men behind the bushes, and when they leapt out at her I was taken a bit off guard.

There were five of them, all dressed in black. Ski masks covered their faces. Ignoring the young woman’s gasp of surprise, or perhaps encouraged by it, the men surrounded her on all sides. She dropped her book bag to the sidewalk and spun around, frantically searching for an escape route. They gave her none. Moving in on her quickly, two of the men latched on to her arms and held her securely between them. A third, the one in front of her, moved in and extended both hands. He copped a feel through her jacket and laughed when the woman squealed. His laugh was cut short, though, as she extended her right leg and kicked him hard in the balls.

The man yelped and fell to his knees. He clutched his groin in both hands and whimpered. His friends found this to be hilarious and began laughing. The woman tried to break away from their grasp, but they continued to hold onto her firmly.

“Oh, no!” the one on her right said. “You’re not going anywhere. At least, not just yet!”

“What do you think, Dante?” the one her left replied while pointing at his fallen comrade. “How many points should old Billy get for that feel?”

The one on the right stopped laughing. “How many times do I have to tell you not to use my name in front of the meat, Butthead?”

“Aw, don’t worry. This tight little package won’t say anything, will you sweetheart?” The woman’s scream was cut short as he put his hand across her mouth.

One of the two men that had been standing behind came closer and slid his hands up inside her jacket. “Um… She is tight! These are plenty nice. Normally, I’d give old Billy ten points, but since his hands were on the outside of the jacket, we’ll have to deduct five. And as he allowed himself to be kicked in the nuts, I think we should deduct another ten. So, what’s that? Yes, minus five points for old Billy.”

“Minus five? That’s kind of extreme, don’t you think?” Butthead responded. “What do you think, Cockroach?”

The last man held his hands out and shrugged. “I have to agree with Spider on this one, Butthead, but I think another five points should be taken away for the way he’s whimpering.”

The four of them laughed as Billy pulled himself up off the ground. “Go ahead, yuck it up. But I’ve got first dibs tonight, remember? And this chick is going to regret kicking old Billy.”

Billy stepped up to the young woman and smacked her across the face with a vicious backhanded swipe. He was a big man and the blow was powerful. Her head snapped to the side and her earmuffs

flew off her head. Her body went limp in her captors’ hands. At this point, I had seen enough. These were obviously my boys. I swooped in silently and landed lightly on the sidewalk, a few feet away.

“Excuse me?” I said sarcastically. “I believe what you’re doing is wrong.”

They turned and looked at me, their eyes wide with surprise. I couldn’t blame them really. It was a cold December night and the sight of a scantily clad super-heroine dropping out of the sky would startle just about anyone. What surprised me, though, was that as they overcame their initial astonishment, their narrowing eyes, clearly visible through the ski masks, showed no sign of fear or apprehension at the realization that they had just been caught red handed, but rather showed something else. It was a look I had seen before, in the eyes of criminals more hardened than these, a look that I had learned to despise. Their eyes took me in, from head to toe and then back again, scanning my five foot nine inch form, scanning my lithe, athletic figure. It was a look of lust.

Now that I was face to face with them, I could see that all five were big men. Broad shoulders and wide chests filled their tight black sweaters. Their black denims stretched over thick, muscular thighs. Narrow waists indicated that they were in peak physical condition. Billy was the biggest of the bunch, but all of them checked in at well over two hundred pounds and stood several inches taller than me.

Butthead and Dante released their hold on the stunned young woman, allowing her to slip to the sidewalk next to her book bag. She lay motionless as they stepped over her prone figure and approached me. The girl was not unattractive, but I guess she didn’t compare to me. Whatever the reason, the five men lost all interest in her and were now focusing their attention entirely on me.

“Well, well!” Dante said with a snicker. “What do we have here?”

“I think it’s that Ms. Marvelous bitch your dad told us about, Dante. She’s worth two hundred points, easy.”

“No,” Billy interjected, “the police bitch was two hundred. A super-bitch has got to be worth at least twice as much.”

“Yeah, twice as much!” Spider agreed.

Dante’s eyes seemed to dance across me, still taking in the sights that my skin-tight costume has to offer. “Are you guys looking at the same woman that I am? You see that blonde hair? Those long

legs? Those nice tits? No, she’s got to be worth at least five hundred, and I’ve got first dibs!”

Dante motioned with his hand and the other four men took up positions around me. I stood and watched, content to let them make the first move. In fact, I was kind of glad things were turning out the way that they were. If they had run for it, taking off in different directions, I would have had to chase them down. One or two might have escaped in the darkness. But this way, I could take them out quickly and even have some fun doing it.

“You guys seem to know who I am,” I said confidently. “You must know that you can’t win. Why don’t you be good boys and give yourselves up, now?”

“Oh, we know who you are,” Dante replied. “And the way I see it, you can’t be that tough. After all, Bullets and the Reavors had you. We’re better than them—We’ll have you, too.”

A blush burned my cheeks at the memory of being raped by Bullets. “I don’t know how you heard about that, but Bullets had at least thirty guys with him. You’ll find that I’m a lot tougher than you think.”

I stepped toward Dante, fully intending to punch his lights out, but Butthead and Billy interceded. They came in on me from the sides, working as a well-oiled team. Butthead slipped his left arm under my own and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. He had me in a pretty nice half-nelson, my head bent forward and my left arm suspended at about shoulder level. Billy took advantage of my predicament by moving around in front of me and driving his right fist into to my exposed ribs. I grunted from the

impact, but it didn’t hurt me very much. What did hurt was my pride. I had allowed Dante to anger me, to make me momentarily forget about the others and focus entirely on him. It had left me open and allowed me to be struck. Had I been a normal woman, the fight would probably already be over.

But I’m not a normal woman. As Butthead tried to bring his right hand up and under my right arm and thereby turn the half-nelson into a full-nelson, I anticipated his move and countered with a hip toss. I am as strong as ten men, and he came over the top easily. He landed hard on the concrete sidewalk, but before I could follow up and finish him off, Billy rushed me. He threw a left hook at my head that caught me on the temple. I was surprised by the power behind the blow. Billy was a big, strong man.

The punch knocked me back a step, which gave me the room I needed to duck under the haymaker right he followed up with. I went low, into a crouch, and shifted my weight onto the ball of my left foot. Spinning around in a clockwise direction, I extended my right leg and took him over with a leg sweep. Billy landed on his back, near the edge of the sidewalk.

Unfortunately, I did not have time to follow up on my advantage. Spider came up from behind me and slapped something over my mouth. It was a cloth of some kind. The rancid smell of chloroform told me what he was up to. Using his right hand, he held the rag tightly over my mouth and nose. His left hand buried itself in my hair, holding my head steady. Caught unawares by his attack, I took a large gulp of the putrid gas. My head began to swim. My eyes were watering. My lungs burned and cried out for clean air. I knew I had to react quickly or the gas would get the better of me.

I reached up and grabbed his hand in my own. Using my superior strength, I wrenched the poisoned rag away from my face. I stood, then stepped under his extended arm and twisted. His left hand let go of my hair and he clutched at his wrenched shoulder in pain. I followed up with a knee to his gut that knocked the wind out of him. Releasing his hand, I pushed him to the side and he slumped to his knees.

Cockroach came to his friend’s aid and drove a forearm into the back of my neck. It knocked me forward and I landed on the ground in front of Spider. Though he was still in pain, Spider saw his opportunity and slapped the rag over my face again. This time, though, I was aware of his weapon and forced myself to hold my breath. My head was still spinning—The last thing I needed was another dose of the chloroform.

He leaned in on me, holding the rag over my mouth with both hands. He pushed down with all his strength, putting his weight behind it for added effect. But I didn’t bother trying to rip the rag away. Instead, I snapped my left leg up and caught him on the side of the head with a powerful kick. Spider flew off of me and landed several feet away, dazed. The rag fell to the grass next to him.

I took a deep breath, needing the air. Chloroform residue dotted my lips and chin, and I inhaled some of the gas. The smell of it almost made me gag and I was slow to rise. Cockroach took advantage of my prone position by driving a kick into my ribs. I grunted from the impact. He kicked me again, then slammed down on my chest with an elbow drop. He got up and repeated the move. He was beating me up pretty good, but I’m tough. I was using the time to recover from the gas.

Cockroach straddled me and slapped me across the face. He pinned my arms beneath his knees. He arrogantly slapped me again. He thought he had me. He was wrong. I wrenched my left arm free and drove my fist into his chest. I’m strong—I could have driven a hole right through him, but I held back. I wanted to disable him, not seriously injure him.

He fell to the side, clutching his chest. I quickly untangled myself from his legs and stood. I picked up his helpless form and hoisted it over my head. I wanted to show these guys just how strong I

am. Maybe they would give up without further violence, I hoped. I took a couple of steps and threw Cockroach into the bushes. The sound of snapping branches and a large thud indicated a rough landing.

“Ok, maybe now you guys will get smart and surrender?” I asked.

Billy and Butthead were back on their feet. Billy had taken off his mask and thrown it on the ground. He was pissed. “The Posse doesn’t surrender to any woman!” he snarled.

I didn’t like the way he said ‘woman’. He obviously had no respect for the fairer sex. He charged me and fired off a series of punches and kicks. It felt good to display my superior fighting ability as I easily blocked them to the side. Billy was a big man and a good fighter. But he was allowing his anger to get the best of him. It left him open to mistakes.

Seeing an opening, I grabbed him by the collar of his sweater with my right hand and lifted him off the ground. I held him there, his feet dangling inches above the sidewalk, letting him experience first hand how strong I am. For the first time, a look of fear came over his face.

“Now,” I asked confidently, “are you ready to give up this madness?”

But before Billy could answer, Butthead came to his rescue. He ran at me from the side and leapt at me, driving his feet into the side of my left knee. It was a blow that would have probably blown out the knee of a normal person—As it was, it buckled my leg and I fell awkwardly to the ground, landing on my left side. Billy came toppling down on top of me.

Butthead, having used both feet to dropkick my knee, fell to the ground beside me. Rolling quickly, he rose into a crouch and hammered me on the side of my head with a double axe handle strike just as I was raising my head to get my bearings. The powerful blow sent my head smacking into the concrete sidewalk. I have to admit that it hurt. Meanwhile, Billy grabbed my left arm and forced it out away from my body. Taking a position on his back, he pulled my arm between his legs and brought his feet down across my chest. He leaned back, using all his strength and leverage in an attempt to break my arm off at the elbow.

I cried out in pain. This fight was turning out to be a lot tougher than I had expected. But I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. Pivoting onto my side, I pulled my knees up to my chest and then rolled up onto them. Billy maintained his armbreaker hold, but I had effectively taken away most of his leverage. I reached down and grabbed my left wrist with my right hand and pulled back, relieving much of the pressure he had been putting on my elbow. Getting my feet under me and standing, I lifted the big man off the ground and then slammed him down on his head. His noggin made a hollow, thumping sound as it impacted against the cement.

Billy released the hold and melted into the ground, momentarily stunned. I turned to face off with Butthead. He took a step back, unsure that he wanted to battle me alone. Overheated from the effort of the fight, he reached up and pulled the ski mask from his head. It was a cold night, but he was sweating profusely. Seeing no other option, he squared his stance and raised his hands in a fighting posture.

I took a step toward him and he launched an attack, first driving a front toe kick at my head, which I easily blocked, then letting go with a reverse spinning heal kick. This last move was executed almost perfectly-- the spin fast, the leg shooting out at precisely the right moment, the foot high and carrying a lot momentum behind it—but it wasn’t good enough. I caught his foot in my hand, held it in the air just long enough for him to realize what was coming, then kicked his base leg out from under him with a gentle tap from my foot. He fell to the ground and grunted, uninjured but humiliated. Once again, I had proven my superior fighting ability. Once again, I figured I would give the Posse a chance to surrender.

“Ok,” I said while looking down at Butthead. “Shall we continue or have you come to your

senses?”

I heard a growl of anger behind me and turned just in time to see Billy, back on his feet, charging

me like a mad bull. I didn’t have time to move out of the way. The big man’s shoulder impacted with my stomach and he took me down with a nicely executed tackle.

Billy seemed to enjoy the thrill of the combat. The fear that had briefly appeared on his face when I lifted him off the ground was now long gone, replaced by frenzy. It was a look that I had seen before, in other battles, on the faces of other opponents. It was the look of a warrior. This man was more

dangerous than the rest, I now knew. He was the enforcer of the group. This was no time to hold back. I needed to take him out.

His weight on top of me, Billy aggressively drove forearms and fists into my upper body and head. The hard feel of his body confirmed what I already knew, that he was a young stud, in great condition and at the peak of his physical ability. But he was no match for me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeezed just enough to make him gasp in pain, then twisted and rolled him over. We exchanged places—I was now on top, he on the bottom. I grabbed his wrists in my hands and held them. My legs were still around him, applying pressure and preventing him from escaping. With my feet underneath him, planted securely in the small of his back and intertwined with one another, and my weight on top of him, the pressure on his spine was extreme and there was no chance of him escaping. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He struggled for a moment longer, then groaned loudly and went limp beneath me.

My victory, sweet as it was, was short lived. My counter to Billy’s tackle had put me in an upright position, but my legs were tangled beneath his body. Spider was back on his feet and in front of me.

Worse, Dante, who to this point had stayed apart from the fight, was behind me. Spider feinted at me with a kick to get my attention. As I released my hold on Billy’s wrists and lifted my hands to block the blow, Dante moved in from behind and slid his arms around me, under my own. Ten groping fingers roughly grasped my breasts as he hugged me tight against his chest. Before I could react, he pinched down hard on my nipples and I shuddered as a jolt of sensation shot through my body. It was precisely the reaction for which he had hoped.

“Oh, yeah, Ms. Marvelous,” he said mockingly into my left ear. “I know all about you—and your weakness!”

Before I could react, Dante pressed down again on my nipples, then cupped my entire breasts in his large hands. He sat behind me, on top of the legs of his fallen comrade, and pressed his thighs against the sides of my ribcage. His lower legs pressed against the outside of my own, locking my calves and feet beneath Billy’s body. He squeezed me tight against his chest, effectively removing any leverage that I might be able to find and further limiting my chances to escape. With my lower legs and feet still

wrapped beneath Billy’s limp form, I found myself held securely within my attacker’s hold.

I twisted as best I could and fired an elbow strike at his head. He easily shifted out of its path. I tried again with the other elbow, but again he avoided the blow. I growled in frustration. With his arms inside of my own, his ribcage was out of reach. His quick moving head was really the only target available to me and I wasn’t having much luck hitting it.

I couldn’t figure out how Dante knew about me. Not about me, really, as I have become a well- known crime fighter in this city. But he obviously knew about my weakness, about the Sartak and how it affects me. It worried me greatly, not just that he was now using it against me, rubbing my sensitive nipples and causing my strength to fade, but that he knew of it at all. Had my susceptibility to sensual attacks become common knowledge? Did every criminal in this great city now know of it?

Bullets had known of it, but he had discovered it on his own. The Sartak had been the key to his victories over me. Dante claimed that he knew Bullets, or at least of him. Would he, too, use my vulnerability to gain victory over me? Already, after only a minute under his touch, my nipples were swelling into hard marbles. I looked down at my chest and saw their pointed caps protruding through the thin fabric of my red and black costume. I saw his fingers glide over my small cups and felt them react to his touch, sending a wave of unwanted pleasure coursing through my body. His thumbs caressed the sides of my breasts, the sensitive areas near my arms, and I could almost feel the blood rushing into them, engorging them and making them all the more susceptible to his attack. I brought my hands up and took a hold of his, but my arms suddenly felt distant and weak. I tried to wiggle free from his hold, but I was

locked in tight. “Oh my god,” I said to myself. “Is this punk going to have me?”

Butthead was back on his feet, having recovered from being dumped unceremoniously to the ground. He and Spider kneeled and took up positions on either side of me. With their ski masks off, I could look into their faces. I noticed they were young men, barely more than boys, really. Probably college students, themselves, I thought. They pulled my hands away from Dante’s. Their leader removed his hands from my breasts and put them to the sides of my head. Taking up a fistful of my blonde hair in each hand, he leaned back, pulling my head with him. My back arched and my swollen breasts jutted out.

Holding my left arm behind me with his right hand, Butthead used his free hand to lift the taper of my costume up and over my left breast. Spider did the same on my right. A spark of anger ignited within me at the thought of my breasts being exposed, but before I could transform it into the strength required for an escape attempt, each of my new attackers leaned in and took an inflamed nipple in their mouth. I moaned loudly as they rolled my buds between their lips. Any thought of escape evaporated. Butthead and Spider were still working as a well-practiced team. Their motions—the way they softly kissed each nipple, the way they licked them with their tongues, the way they gently bit down on them with their teeth—their motions, mirroring one another almost perfectly, seemingly indicated that they had done this many times before.

The Sartak was enveloping me. My arms, held behind me by the men at my sides, seemed to have lost all strength. My legs, still wrapped beneath the body of the unconscious Billy, seemed distant and unresponsive. My head was held back by Dante, my blonde hair dangling onto his black clad chest. My swollen nipples felt as if they might explode. My engorged breasts were on fire. Down below, unprotected between my parted thighs, my swelling clit pressed against the thin fabric of my sheer

costume, and against the coarse fabric of Billy’s black cotton sweater that lay beneath. Deep within me, from a dark place, an orgasm began to build.

Spider, still tonguing my right nipple, slid his free hand down across my tight stomach and inside my bikini bottom. My body jerked as his fingers slid across my pubes and found my clit.

“No…” I moaned as he gently probed the opening to my nether regions, but my protests were of little use. My thighs were spread wide—He had easy access to me. He slid his middle finger deep inside me, causing my juices to poor out.

“Oh, look at that,” he said with my nipple still in the corner of his mouth. “Old Billy’s sweater has been stained.”

“We’ll have to deduct points for that,” Butthead added with a laugh.

Dante, though, was not pleased. “I called dibs, damnit! Get your grubby finger out of her box!”

With a sigh, Spider removed his invader from my hole. As he did, though, he slowly ran it across my already burning clit.

“Aaaaaggghhh!” I screamed. The orgasm within me was almost at the point of exploding. I knew I had to focus. I had to find a way out of my predicament before it was too late. I had to put thoughts of the Sartak from my mind. I had to put thoughts of being ravaged by these three young studs from my

mind. I couldn’t give in. I just couldn’t!

But, of course, there was no escape. I was locked in Dante’s hold. My attackers were relentless.

This was it, I knew. I was defeated.

Suddenly, as if sensing how close I was to cumming, Dante released his grip on my hair and climbed to his feet behind me. “Ok, I think she is weak enough. Let’s pick her up and get out of here before anyone comes by.”

Butthead pointed at the young woman I had attempted to rescue. “What about her?” Dante hesitated, thinking. “She’s out cold. Just leave her.”

Butthead grabbed me from behind, under the arms, and pulled my limp form off of Billy. Spider grabbed me by the feet. As they picked me up, I thought of Joel Steiner. I thought of the people of Megapolis. What would they think if I let them down? I thought of the policewoman. She had been killed by these thugs. That was why I was here, to begin with. For her. For justice.

They carried me off the sidewalk and toward the west side of the park. Cockroach limped along beside. Dante slung the still unconscious form of Billy over his shoulder and led the way. From his agile gait and the easy way he carried the big man’s body, I could tell that he, too, was a fine athlete. These boys obviously worked out. But it still didn’t explain the easy time they’d had of it with me. I’m super- powered. I have the strength of ten men. I can fly. I am an experienced and well-trained combatant. I should have been able to mop up the floor with them.

But these boys were somehow different. They were sexual predators. This was their hobby, really—the humiliation of women through sexual violence. And they were good at it. Yes, I am super- powered and all the rest. But what am I really? A woman? And a young one at that. I am only twenty- two years old. I still have a lot to learn, I had to admit. And with my susceptibility to sensual attacks, I was easy prey for their experienced fingers.

But they were young, too. And they had made a mistake. They should have finished me when they had the chance. Spider should have continued working his finger around inside me until my orgasm exploded and took all my strength with it. Oh, it was still there, the unsatisfied orgasm, lingering inside me, weakening me, but it had subsided enough that I could again think clearly. Even now, the cold air of the December night was reviving me. And though my arms dangled loosely beneath me as they carried me out of the park, my limp form was a ruse. I was not done yet.

We approached the edge of the park. A plain looking van was parked on the street, its side door open and ready to accept the Posse and their captive. Dante lowered Billy into the vehicle and rolled him inside. I decided it was now or never. Spider had hold of my feet, one in each hand, with his back to me. Pulling my right foot from his grasp, I used it to push off on his butt. I was still strong—He flew forward and crashed into the side of the van headfirst. Dante looked up just in time to see his comrade crumple to the street.

Butthead was surprised by my sudden movement and reacted slowly. I used his hesitation against him by breaking away from his hands and pulling away from him. Without turning, I lashed out with a reverse mule kick that caught him square in the breadbasket. He bent over and exhaled so loudly that I thought he might throw up. Instead, he fell to his knees and curled into a little ball.

Cockroach rushed me and threw a haymaker right at my head. Still weak and under the influence of the Sartak, I was slow to react. His fist caught me solidly on the mouth and sent me flying backward. I landed on the grass, on my back. As I rose to my knees, he charged me again. This time I used his momentum against him by rolling into his legs. He toppled over me and fell hard to the ground, face first.

I didn’t want to give him a chance to recover, so I grabbed his left ankle in both hands and picked him up by it. Using the last of my remaining strength, I spun him around in a helicopter spin, holding him by the ankle, then finally released him when I thought his velocity was sufficient. I intended to fling him into the side of the van and see what kind of dent his skull would make in its metal exterior, but just at

that moment Spider had pulled himself to his feet. Cockroach’s flying form crashed into him and they both slammed hard into the side of the van. I suppose Spider cushioned Cockroach’s impact somewhat, but hey, what are friends for?

Neither young man got up. Spider lay dazed and clutched at his ribs in pain. Cockroach lay flat on his back, his glassy eyes staring up at the dark, starlit sky. Butthead remained curled up, groaning loudly. But there was still the leader, Dante. We faced off and circled one another, warily.

“Give it up!” I told him, hoping that he would. “Not likely!” was his reply.

He leapt at me with the agility of a gymnast and grabbed me by the shoulders. He flung me into the side of the van and I impacted hard. Momentarily shaken, I was unable to react as he moved in on me. He reached for me and I thought he was going to grab me by the shoulders again. But instead, he pinched down hard on my swollen nipples.

I moaned as the Sartak threatened again to overcome me. Dante was crowding me, holding me against the van. Following up on his advantage, Dante removed his right hand from my chest and reached down, inside my bikini bottom. I tried to close myself off to him, but I was weakening quickly. His middle finger found my wet hole and he thrust it inside. He pulled my hips away from the van to get a better angle for his attack. Burying his finger to the knuckle, he worked it deep inside me. I tried to resist but the sensations were overwhelming me.

“No… Please stop…” I cried.

“You’re going to put me over the top,” he replied. “After Spider got two hundred points for doing that police babe, I figured I didn’t have a chance at winning the contest. But now—Now I’ve got you, and you’re going to make me the winner for sure!”

His left hand continued to work over my right breast, not only sending pangs of unwanted pleasure through my body but also effectively pinning my limp form against the side of the van. The middle finger of his right hand remained buried deep inside me, rubbing the walls of my burning pussy. My arms dangled uselessly at my sides. They felt distant and apart from me, almost numb. My stiff legs held me up in a standing position, but were good for little else. As if reacting with a mind of their own,

they had spread, my feet now three feet apart, allowing my attacker better access to my most vulnerable area.

Dante thrust his finger in and out of me, his movements limited only slightly by the stretchy fabric of my costume. He added his forefinger to the mix. With two fingers now probing me, my moans grew louder and carried through the otherwise quiet air of the park. My orgasm was growing within me— with each thrust of his fingers into my burning pussy, with each rub across my swollen clit, it came closer to the realization of its purpose. My mind was locked in a fog. All I could think about were the fingers inside me, torturing me. My resistance was fading. I was near the end.

Images of the beaten policewoman again flashed through my mind. She had been in the park to protect the citizens of Megapolis from these thugs. She had bravely been here on her own, without backup, doing a job that others refused to do. She knew the danger. She knew the stakes. And the Posse had abducted her, raped her, killed her. Would they now do the same to me, I wondered? Would their reign of terror continue unchecked?

“No!” I screamed in desperation. “No! I won’t let you continue to do this!”

Dante, thinking I was defeated, was caught off guard by my sudden outburst. I raised my right arm and chopped him across the throat. It was a weak blow, but it was a start. His hand came out of me and he stepped back in surprise. I chopped him again, this time across the chest. I brought my left knee up and slammed it into his groin. Though my strength had been reduced to little more than that of a normal woman, it was enough. He doubled up in pain and fell to his knees.

“Ten point deduction!” I screamed at him.

He raised his head and looked at me, his face full of rage. He started to say something—I don’t know what it was because I drove my elbow into his forehead and knocked him silly before he could finish. He slumped the rest of the way to the ground, unconscious.

I took a moment to collect myself, pulling down the tapers of my costume so that my breasts were covered, then thought about what I should do. I decided that I should first check on the young woman that Billy had clobbered. Keeping my eye on the van, I flew back to the sidewalk in the middle of the park and arrived just in time to see her getting back to her feet. She held a hand to her jaw and complained that it was sore, but otherwise seemed to be ok. She thanked me several times and before she left promised me that she would call the police as soon as she got back to her dormitory.

Satisfied that the woman was safe and thankful that she was uninjured, I quickly flew back to edge of the park and the van. I picked Butthead up off the ground by the seat of his pants and tossed him next to the others. I did the same with Cockroach. Dante was still dazed, but had pulled himself up into a sitting position next to the right rear tire, and was clutching his balls. Billy, too, had come out of his stupor, though he had no understanding of the events that had occurred since he passed out. He only knew that his ribs hurt and he did not want to fight anymore. In fact, all five of them were well-behaved little men until the police arrived.

Two squad cars pulled up. The policemen seemed happy to see me and quickly loaded the boys into the cars. To my surprise, though, the act of being carted away in police cruisers only seemed to perk the boys up. No longer looking downcast and defeated, the now handcuffed boys laughed and joked among themselves. I was ready to believe that they were just happy to be away from me, but then, just as he was being loaded in the second squad car and the door about to be closed, Dante stuck his head out and shouted to me.

“You haven’t seen the last of me, super-babe! I’ll be out of jail before the sun comes up. And I’ve still got dibs!”

I watched the cars drive away and attributed Dante’s cockiness to his youth. How was I to know that he was speaking the truth?

“What do you mean, they’re out?” I yelled into the phone.

Joel Reiner’s voice was on the other end of the line. “I’m just telling you what I know, Ms.

Marvelous. I’m at the station house now, and they’re walking out the front door as we speak.”

It was early in the morning and I had called Joel on his cell phone to let him know what had happened the night before. I thought I might wake him, but he was still on the case. Good old Joel— Always working.

“I came down here to the police station to check on some things, maybe talk to some people. I arrived soon after they brought the punks in. Good job, by the way.”

“Right, whatever,” I said in disgust. “But I don’t understand. How can they let them go?”

“It’s all about power, babe. The leader of the group is a kid named Dante. He likes to call himself the Frat Boy. He--”

“The Frat Boy?” I asked.

“Yeah, the Frat Boy. It’s kind of a joke, I guess. It seems he was booted from his fraternity on account of the way he treats the ladies. So he formed a fraternity of his own. Calls it the Posse. Not that it’s recognized by the university, or anything. But anyway, it turns out that his father is Don Refrain.”

“Don Refrain?” I asked in surprise. “The guy that was fronting drugs to the Reavors?” “Don’t let his lawyer hear you say that, Ms. Marvelous. He’ll sue you for liable.”

“But it’s true! I saw him at the Reavor’s crack house. He’s a drug dealer!”

Joel sighed. “Maybe, but nobody knows it. As far as the community is concerned, he’s an upstanding citizen. And a powerful one, at that. He’s got friends at the highest levels of government. The police department, the district attorney’s office, hell, even the mayor’s office, from what I hear.”

“So his son gets off?”

“Oh, I suppose there might be a hearing or something. But it won’t amount to much, I can tell you that.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “But they were caught red-handed! There’s a witness.

The girl at the park, she’ll--”

“The girl didn’t see anything,” Joel interrupted. “All she saw were five guys in ski masks. The DA has already told her that it might be better all the way around if she lets the matter drop. After all, it’s not like anything happened. She got smacked, but not raped or anything.”

“But I saw it! I saw all of them!”

“But you’re not a deputized official of this city, Ms. Marvelous. Despite everything you have done for us, you’re still just a citizen. It would be your word against theirs, and I’ll bet you the moon they will have some sweet alibi ready to go.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Look, I’m on your side, remember? I’m just telling you how it is. Most of the cops are good

guys. But there are a few bad apples at the top, you know? I’m afraid these punks are going to get a free ride-- This time, at least.”

I hung up the phone, feeling betrayed and dejected. I remembered the smug look on Dante’s face as he had been led away. I remembered how he had violated me. Maybe the authorities wouldn’t do anything about his crimes, but justice would eventually be served. Dante and I would meet again, soon, I vowed. Yes, justice would yet be served.