Ms. Marvelous narrowly avoided another slashing attack from Tigora’s dangerous claws. Welts covered her body, but she was still in one piece. That was the good news. The bad news was that she was taking a lot more punishment than she was dishing out. If she did not turn things around quickly, her feline foe would certainly come out on top.
But Tigora was impatient. The cat woman’s growing frustration at being unable to draw blood was causing her to become overly aggressive. Her attacks, savage as they were, were beginning to leave her open to counters. Ms. Marvelous figured she would never have a better chance. She had to turn the tide of the battle. She had to do it now.
“Is that the best that you can do, pussy cat?”
“Die!” Tigora shouted as she rushed forward yet again.
“Get bit!” The blonde champion returned as she dodged to the side.
The ferocious female mutant tried to slow her momentum but it was too late. She sailed past her opponent. As she spun back to face her adversary, a black-gloved fist slammed off of her jaw. The tiger woman saw stars. A second fist rammed into her gut, bending her over at the waist. A knee lift to the face sent her spiraling through the air.
The cat lady landed hard, crashing through a market vendor’s table of knick-knacks and slamming into the sidewalk. She rolled quickly to her feet and took a fighting stance, but she was dazed. Worse, her opponent was nowhere to be seen. “What? Where are you--”
The attack came from above, a forceful kick to the back of the head that sent Tigora tumbling across the street. “Damn you and your flying power!” she screamed in rage as she hopped up. “I’ll rip you from limb to limb and then I will--”
“Oh shut up, already!”
Ms. Marvelous rammed yet another blow into her foe’s face. The blonde bombshell grabbed the dazed cat woman by the wrist and took to the air, lifting her opponent off the ground with her. She spun, twirling around like an airborne figure skater and whipping the tiger woman around in a circle. The heroine did three full rotations before deciding that an adequate velocity had been achieved. She released Tigora’s arm and watched with satisfaction as the dizzy cat sailed through open space.
The dazed cat woman impacted violently with the side of Quaren’s shop. The brick wall would not be dented—Tigora bounced off and crashed heavily to the sidewalk, below. She groaned and lifted her head. She shot Ms. Marvelous a defiant look before settling down for a nice catnap.
The blonde beauty descended to street level and stood over her fallen foe. She looked down on the half-cat to make sure that she was finished. “Nighty night, pussy cat. You’re strong and fast, but you just don’t seem to take it very well. I would have survived that impact with out any problem.”
A sinister voice answered from behind the athletic heroine. “You are indeed remarkable, Ms. Marvelous. Few are able to survive an encounter with the fierce Tigora, much less defeat her.” The beautiful blonde spun around. It was Stretch Ply. He was still smiling. His insane grin served to infuriate the gorgeous champion, if only because she knew it to be mocking and disrespectful. But this skinny fool would learn. If he had the presumptuousness to fight her, he would fare no better than had his feline friend.
“Save your compliments, Stretch. Coming from you, they are meaningless. I will give you one last chance to surrender and return the money you have stolen from the merchants. If you do not do so voluntarily then you will force me to use more violence. Either way, you and your Gangrel friends are going down.”
The paper-thin criminal laughed while eying the long legged heroine up and down lustfully. “Ah, the prospect of fighting you gives me goose bumps!”
“Very well. You leave me with no choice. Prepare yourself.”
Despite her warning, the man took no action. He did not raise his hands and he did not take a fighting stance. Instead, and to the powerful heroine’s surprise, Stretch remained still and continued to run his eyes longingly over her lithe form. A blush of modesty darkened the heroine’s cheeks as her foe
gazed unabashedly at her legs, hips, and chest. The beautiful girl knew that her skintight costume revealed every curve, angle, and bump on her splendid, athletic body. She was accustomed to being stared at by men. Still, having the penetrating eyes of a sleazy character like Stretch Ply roving intently and freely across her body was not an experience that she in any way enjoyed.
Jody, a.k.a., Ms. Marvelous, knew that she was an attractive woman. She had always received a lot of attention from boys before joining the Agent-X Program and beginning her new life. But due to her natural modesty, she failed to realize just how gorgeous she really was. She failed to realize that the Caantonium Serum injected into her by the Program scientists had transformed her already beautiful body in more ways than simply providing strength and the ability to fly. She failed to realize that it had made her into something even more special.
Jody knew, of course, that the serum had made her super-strong. What she failed to understand was that it had also made her super-desirable. The changes were subtle, at least to the casual observer— Her skin tone and complexion had been improved and were now flawless. Her body fat had been reduced to almost zero. Her body symmetry had become nearly perfect. The crystal blue color of her irises had sharpened and her eyes had widened. Her arms and legs had lengthened and become more muscular. Her breasts had become larger and risen higher on her chest.
In Jody’s mind, nothing had changed. When she looked into the mirror, she still saw the same girl looking back that she had always seen. But, in fact, she had changed. Her long legs were things of wonder. Her powerful thighs and curvaceous hips, bare beneath a high cut bikini bottom, were alluring. Her slender waist and flat abdominal muscles were extraordinary. Her full, size thirty-four breasts were perfectly formed and symmetric. Her arms were stalwart and trim. Her lithe neck, slender and strong, supported the head and face of an angel. Her long, golden hair dangled loosely and naturally about her shoulders.
And there was something else, something yet more amazing about the striking beauty that neither she nor the scientists that had created her could ever imagine. More amazing than her incredible strength, perhaps, and more amazing than her ability to fly through the air-- It was yet another power gifted to her by the Caantonium, a power previously unknown and unsuspected, at least by her. A power so rare that it did not have a name. A power so wonderful, and yet so insidious, that few would ever guess its nature.
Ms. Marvelous was irresistible to men.
Even had she known about this special ability, it is doubtful that the twenty-two year old beauty could ever learn to control it. It was turned on all the time, a chemical attractant that filled the air around her like a perfume, enticing men to notice her, to want her, to need her. Whether pheromone based, such as the power of the criminal terrorist, Johnny Hawkeye, or based on some other, even less understood biological mechanism, the power was never the less real. As potent as it was subtle, it affected every man that she met. Even women would occasionally find themselves uncontrollably attracted to the young champion, suddenly finding themselves experiencing sexual impulses the likes of which they had never experienced before.
Unlike Johnny’s power, though, those affected by Jody’s unique ability would not become subservient. They would not plead with her for some small bit of attention. They would not become her slaves. Quite to the contrary, they would not think of her feelings at all. Instead, all they would think about was satisfying their own, personal, erotic urges. Johnny’s victims loved him. They would do anything for him. Jody’s victims lusted for her. They would do almost anything to have her.
Fortunately, her ability was subtler and therefore less powerful than that of Johnny Hawkeye. People of a moral ilk could usually resist the urge to throw the young blonde on the ground and ravage her. But those of a more sadistic or pathological mindset--those whose moral code was not so strong-- rarely had such inhibitions. Stretch Ply was one of these. All he wanted to do was ball the beautiful
blonde until she screamed for mercy.
As a crime fighter, the young heroine often found herself in the presence of such evil men. She often came into conflict with them. In such situations, her seductive abilities were both a boon and a curse-- A boon because her adversaries typically became distracted and careless, but a curse because those same adversaries would often go to any length to satisfy the erotic urges that she unknowingly instilled in them. Fortunately, she nearly always came out on top in such situations. The Caantonium
serum had provided her with tremendous abilities—The strength of ten men, the ability to fly at speeds of up to eighty miles per hour, an enhanced resistance to drugs and poisons, bullet-proof skin, and remarkable overall endurance and toughness. She had defeated countless villains in countless battles. Under most circumstances, she was nearly unbeatable.
But the same serum that had given her so many amazing abilities had also inflicted her with a great curse. It was called the Sartak and had, on more than one occasion, been her downfall. It was a vulnerability to sensual attacks, a type of sensory overload that could steal her powers away and make her helpless. How ironic, then, that her extraordinary ability to attract men also served to encourage them to attack her in the most effective manner? How ironic that her foes, knowing nothing of her great weakness, were never the less motivated to strike at her in the one way that gave them their only chance to achieve victory?
Such was the case with Stretch Ply. He knew nothing of the Caantonium serum. He knew nothing of the unseen chemical attractants that filled the air around him. He knew nothing of the Sartak or of the blonde champion’s vulnerabilities. All he knew was that his cock was about to bust out of his leather pants. All he knew was that he desperately wanted to fuck this girl.
Ms. Marvelous could see it in his eyes. She could see the fire burning there, the flames of unhindered lust and desire. It sickened and angered her. But more, it frightened her because she knew that Stretch had made up his mind. The mutant would not run. He would not surrender. He would try and fight her. He would try and rape her.
The slender but powerful female warrior stood tall and tried to gain control over her emotions. Anger and fear were the enemy. She needed to maintain a level head. She reminded herself that she was a champion for good. People were counting on her. She needed to protect them. She needed to confront low-life scum like Stretch because few others would. The responsibility was a weight on her shoulders, but it was a burden she carried willingly.
“You are going down, Stretch. Your time of pushing people around is at an end. I am taking you to jail whether you come peacefully or not!”
The heroine moved forward quickly, her hands raised and ready to strike. To her amazement, the wafer-thin criminal did not try to dodge or slide away. He continued as before, ogling her voluptuous femininity.
“My body is not for you to lust over, wretch!” she cried out while ramming a straight right into the man’s chest. “I will teach you some manners!”
She struck again, this time drilling a left to the criminal’s gut. To her surprise, Stretch did not hit the pavement and scream in pain. His eyes did not roll into the back of his head and he did not pass out. He continued to stand silently, maintaining his position and suffering no discernable damage from the blows.
“I see that you are tougher than you appear,” Ms. Marvelous said in agitation. “But I was holding back so as not to hurt you. Now that I see you can take it, I will use a bit more strength. Let me know when you have had enough!”
The fabulous blonde lashed out again, nailing her foe with a series of chops and kicks. Still, the emaciated gang banger did not flinch.
“It’s like hitting rubber!” the heroine exclaimed. “Your skin gives way under the force of my blows but bounces right back!”
Stretch cackled deviously. “I can assure you that you are not damaging me in the least. Perhaps you are still holding back?”
The red and black clad champion snorted in dismay. “Yes, I will hit you with everything I have! I will punch a hole right through you!”
Ms. Marvelous hammered her foe with the entirety of her strength. It felt good to really let go, to not hold back as her conscience usually required her to do. Her powerful blow drove deep into Stretch’s flesh, driving through his chest and forcing a bulge to press out through his rubbery backside. For the first time, the mutant criminal was forced to take a pair of steps backward. His taunting smile was replaced by a grimace of pain, but the expression quickly faded.
“Is that the best you can do?” he asked snidely.
“Have you no bones at all?” the golden haired girl asked in bewilderment. “Every one of your ribs should be broken!”
“My ribs are just fine, thank you for asking. But another bone, one lower on my body, is just aching to get close to you!”
Ms. Marvelous backed away in disgust and amazement as her evil adversary slowly unzipped his pants and showed her what he meant. It fell from his exposed crotch like a length of garden hose, a thin, rubbery strand of man muscle that flopped nearly below his knees.
“Allow me to introduce my middle leg,” Stretch said with adolescent-like joy. “It has never met a super-heroine it did not like!”
The blonde angel stared in wide-eyed disbelief as the befuddling thing flopped about, lengthening before her eyes until it nearly touched the ground. The small knobby end curved upward and seemed to wink at her—
“Gross! Keep that hideous monster away from me you repulsive freak!”
“What’s the matter, Cutie-Pie? I’m sure that you have never been with anyone quite like me. I’ll please you in ways that you have never imagined.”
The beautiful fem was revolted. At the sight of the snakelike cock, writhing back and forth in the air, she lost all of her usual super-heroic composure and became like an innocent young virgin, shocked and frightened by her first glimpse of a man’s terrible tool.
“I warn you, stay away from me or I’ll be forced to… to…”
“To what?” Stretch said while continuing to allow his lengthy member to wave back and forth under its own power.
The heroine stammered. “To… to… I don’t know what, but I assure you that it will be bad!” “Oh, I can’t wait! This should be so much fun!” Stretch thrust his hips forward threateningly. His amazing man tool darted toward the flabbergasted heroine and curved around her left ankle. He lifted his arms and his hands shot forward. Long, slender, appendages, as stretchy as his grotesque penis, dashed outward from beneath the open ends of his leather sleeves.
Stretch’s hands clasped the shocked heroine around her shoulders. Elongated fingers met at the middle of her back. Rubbery thumbs wrapped across her chest and joined by hooking together. “I have you now, Cutie-Pie!”
Ms. Marvelous looked down in disbelief as the rubbery tentacle-penis wrapped around her leg. It snaked up her calf and across her knee. It coiled around her left thigh and squeezed her flesh tightly. It moved quickly—In an instant, the knobby head of the hideous thing was poised threateningly at the base of her crotch.
The slender beauty could not believe her eyes. Stretch stood almost six feet away. His freaky cock had snaked its way through the air, angling down toward her ankle. It had wrapped itself around her leg several times. In all, it must have been close to ten feet long. The feel of the thin, warm shaft pressing against her bare flesh made her want to retch. She did not want to have it touching her. She did not want to touch it. But it seemed there was no choice. Already, the knobby head was poking her bikini bottom and trying to find a way underneath the shear fabric. She had to take action no matter how disgusting it might seem.
“Gross!” she exclaimed again while taking the shaft of rubber flesh I her hands. She held it like she would a dangerous snake, gripping it tightly between her powerful fingers and holding it away from her body. A mask of revulsion covered her face. She pulled the snake-thing away from her crotch and squeezed it tighter, hoping to cause her bizarre opponent some discomfort. She found that the flesh of the thing gave easily under her strength, crimping like a balloon in the hands of a child.
“Oh, come on!” Stretch shouted in mock anger. “Don’t be that way! Let’s have some fun!” The heroine pulled the stretchy man thing this way and that, finding that its pliability was matched only by its toughness. No matter how hard she pulled and no matter how hard she crushed or stretched the mutant flesh, she could do it no serious harm. It was difficult just to get her leg free. Finally, though, she was able to pull free of its constricting hold.
“There!” Ms. Marvelous yelled victoriously while stepping free of the coils. “At last, I can get this awful thing away from me!”
The powerful heroine threw the cock rope to the ground angrily. It lay there, on the pavement, like a garden hose strewn across a suburban lawn. From amid the coils of snake-like flesh, the knobby head poked up. Like a cobra emerging from a basket, it slowly rose to a height of two feet. Its single “eye” winked at the appalled super-heroine.
“Don’t you want to play with me?” Stretch asked mockingly. “We could have so much fun!” Though pleased to be free of the cock-rope, Ms. Marvelous was still held tightly in the outstretched hands of her freakish opponent. She squirmed to escape his grasp, writhing this way and that. Despite Stretch’s mind-boggling power, he seemed to be no stronger than a regular man. Still, his tentacle like fingers seemed to have no end—The beautiful young heroine felt as if she were a fly ensnared in a spider web.
The sight of Stretch’s bizarre cock snaking toward her again reenergized the blonde champion. She took a deep breath. She had been caught off guard by the mutant’s bizarre elongation power but would soon regain control over the situation. If Stretch really thought that his extended limbs would win the day, she decided silently, then he would be sorely disappointed.
Ms. Marvelous wrenched herself free of her foe’s web-like grip and swatted his hands to the side. “We will play, Stretch, but by my rules. Rule number one is that you don’t get to use this foul thing!”
The super-heroine stomped her left foot down across the shaft of Stretch’s elongated cock. She pinned it against the pavement under the sole of her boot. Like a captured snake, the lengthy tentacle wriggled about in a vain attempt to free itself.
“Rule number two is that the forces of good always win!”
The powerful blonde grabbed her foe’s right wrist and yanked on it, puling the surprised villain toward her. Her fist shot out and clubbed him squarely across the chin. The impact seemed more meaningful—Perhaps the bones in Stretch’s head were not as pliable as those in his chest, she thought hopefully.
Ms. Marvelous struck again, hammering her knuckles into her adversary’s nose. The mighty blow left a large dent in Stretch’s rubbery face. She boxed his ears, forcing the dent to bulge outward. It was not unlike striking a boxer’s speed bag, she decided as she rained more blows down on his face, and the powerful fem had to admit that she rather enjoyed the way Stretch’s head flopped from side to side, back and forth, as her fists impacted against it.
There was little the mutant could do. Unable to back away due to the fact that his fully elongated penis was pinned to the ground, Stretch had to stand and take it. His arms returned to their normal length as he tried to defend himself. His skin, as pliable as it was, began to bruise. The blows of his female opponent were relentless. The sound of her fists clubbing against his face resounded between the buildings on either side of the market. Pain stabbed through his rubbery head. Finally, he could take no more. The leather clad mutant with the ten-foot dick collapsed to the pavement.
“At last!” the victorious beauty shouted in pleasure. “I’ve never met anyone who could take as much punishment as you, Stretch, unless it be Don Refrain’s bodyguard, Gravestone. Still, let this be a lesson to you—Crime does not pay!”
The heroine stepped away from her fallen foe, watching with a mixture of disgust and amusement as his elongated penis shrank back to its normal size and, like a snake returning to its hole, retreated back into the crotch of his leather pants. She glanced at the spot where Tigora lay to make sure that the tiger woman was still unconscious. She could see no movement. Two up, two down. “Sometimes I impress even myself,” the heroine said with a smile.
She turned to see how her brunette counterpart, Elle Mental, was faring with Glacier. Surely, the heroine thought, if she had handled two Gangrel then Elle must be winning against her sole opponent. “What’s this?”
Ms. Marvelous gasped in surprise as she saw her friend standing motionless in the middle of the street. Not only was Elle not winning, it appeared that she was not fighting at all. Instead, and for some unknown reason, the lithe young brunette seemed content to stand still while her opponent joyfully molested her large tits.
The blonde super-heroine watched in bewilderment as her friend’s voluptuous chest was ravished by Glacier. His fingers kneaded her firm mounds. His thumbs flicked at her protruding nipples.
Ms. Marvelous could not imagine why her friend would allow such a thing to happen. She did not appear to be injured—Why, then, did she not fight her attacker off?
Yet, the beautiful young brunette did nothing. Her arms hung at her sides. Her legs, parted slightly, remained stiff, as if anchored to the ground. Her head remained motionless and her open eyes stared forward into empty space. A look of panic seemed to emanate from her eyes, but it was masked by an unmistakable expression of erotic pleasure filling her face. Her cheeks were blushed red with arousal. Her parted lips were enflamed and full. Her brow contorted in passionate anguish.
Ms. Marvelous swallowed hard. She did not understand what she was witnessing, consequently she did not know what to do. From all appearances, it seemed that her friend was thoroughly enjoying Glacier’s conquest of her magnificent body. Elle did not resist as his tongue lapped upward across her slender throat. She did not fight as his fingers pinched down on her rock-hard nipples. Instead, she stood silently, unmoving, her adversary’s strong hands massaging her relentlessly, unwilling or unable to escape his erotic assault on her gorgeous body.
Ms. Marvelous did not know that Glacier had frozen Elle’s vital nerve bundles. She did not know that her friend had been immobilized. All she could see was that the leggy brunette was conscious and that her body was visibly responding to the sexually stimulating actions of her attacker. The blonde champion hesitated. Had Elle’s battle with the silver-haired mutant turned into something else? Had she and the Gangrel gang banger come to some kind of perverse and mutual understanding? Would Elle want her to interrupt?
“No, this cannot be! There must be another explanation!”
Ms. Marvelous prepared to take action. She had not known Elle long, but the two had been friends long enough for her to know that something must be terribly amiss. Elle would never allow herself to be touched in such a manner by a low-life scum like Glacier. She would never allow herself to be taken by such a man and in such a place as a street in the middle of the Dark Water. Perhaps the mutant criminal had used some perverse power on her. Perhaps he had somehow stolen her will or otherwise forced her to surrender herself to him. It did not matter—If he had done Elle any serious harm, the blonde champion would make him pay.
Ms. Marvelous moved toward the silver-haired Gangrel. She would teach Glacier a lesson or two, she decided. She would teach him not to mess with—
“What the heck?”
Without warning, an incredibly long and pliable arm grabbed her from behind. It was Stretch! The blonde beauty cursed her carelessness as the rubbery flesh of her opponent wrapped around her right arm. The mutant had not been so injured by her attack after all! He had been playing possum in the hope that she would lose interest in him and turn away!
The elastic appendage of her attacker wrapped around her arm a second time, securing it within its own tight coils. There seemed to be no end to its length as it coiled around her arm two more times. Stretch’s second arm did the same, wrapping around the lithe heroine’s left bicep and elbow. It wrapped across her forearm and wrist, immobilizing her. She struggled to break free. Her strength was awesome. But try as she might, her powerful arms could not get lose from the coils of mutant flesh that ensnared them.
The beautiful super-heroine looked down in time to witness Stretch’s legs joining in the attack and looping around her own. She maintained a wide stance in a successful attempt to keep her balance. His right leg looped around her right calf and thigh. His left twirled around her opposite leg. The mutant’s body became affixed to her own. His chest pressed tight against her back. No matter how much she struggled, the gorgeous heroine could not shake him off.
“Let go of me!” she exclaimed between gasps of exertion.
“Not a chance!” the evil gang banger replied.
The athletic blonde remained standing, her strength easily supporting the extra weight of her attacker. But her troubles were only just beginning. The feel of Stretch’s hot breath on the back of her neck made her cringe. The feel of his rubbery, leather clad body, pressed tightly against the bare skin of her back, revolted her. He was like a parasite, firmly attached to its prey and determined to suck the life from her body.
“Hang in there, Elle,” Ms. Marvelous said under her breath. “I’ve got a bit of a situation here, but once I have taken care of Stretch Ply, I’ll come and save you from Glacier. Just hang in there!”
Elle Mental remained still, standing stoically like a statue that had been set in the middle of the street. She found that she could blink her eyes but do little else. Her skin had warmed and no longer burned from the icy cold it had endured, but her primary nerve bundles, those at the base of her neck and spine, remained flash frozen, victims of her tormentor’s terrible mutant power.
In truth, she had to admit, she was feeling no discomfort of any kind, unless she was to count the mental anguish being bestowed on her fragile psyche. Her breathing was regular. Her senses seemed normal. The thin layer of ice that had covered her body had melted away, leaving no sign that she had ever been frozen at all other than the droplets of water that trickled off her wet costume. Everything seemed to be in normal working order—Everything except for the fact that she could not move.
The paralysis was absolute. Her mind screamed at her arms and legs to move, but they refused. Her balance was alright—She remained standing as if in control of her faculties, but her feet refused to listen to her commands. Spread and squared, they remained planted to the ground as if anchored by some unknown force. Her arms remained stiff at her sides and likewise declined to move. Her head faced straight forward, remaining where Glacier had positioned it.
Elle could not speak. She had tried. How she wanted to scream! How she wanted to curse! But she could not. Even her vocal cords had abandoned her. It seemed that her situation was hopeless. Glacier’s victory over her was complete and unconditional.
A gentle sigh escaped through her slightly parted lips. The sound surprised the young heroine. It had not been her mind speaking, she knew, but her body. And her body, no longer subject to the moral and ethical restraints imposed on it by her mind, was reacting quickly to the probing fingers and tongue of her attacker. No longer influenced by her conscious will, her body was responding to the touch of its male tormentor in the only way it knew—Capillaries began to open. Increased amounts of blood flowed into her skin, increasing the sensitivity of her flesh. Her body temperature rose. Her brain released natural stimulants into her blood stream, furthering her arousal.
As Glacier’s fingers teased her breasts, Elle could feel them enlarging. Blood flowed into the glands, causing her nipples to protrude and stiffen. As his tongue drew a gentle line from the base of her nape upward to the bottom of her right ear, she could feel her pussy moistening below. Though her mind was awash with feelings of hatred for this boy, her body was uncontrollably reacting to his presence and touch. And she could feel it all. Her breath became shorter. She could feel a hot blush burning her cheeks. Glacier was making good on his promise. He was making good on his threat to turn her into his whore.
The silver-haired mutant stared into her eyes. His smugness was clearly visible. He knew, as did Elle, that this encounter was no longer a fight. It was no longer a battle. The fighting was over and the battle was over. Instead, the victor had been decided and now he would reap his reward. He would take his prize and do with her what he would.
Elle stared back, trying desperately to hide the passionate desire she felt igniting inside. She marveled again at her adversary’s youth—Though only twenty-one herself, she had lived and experienced a great deal during her adult life. It seemed that there was a world of difference between her age and that of her eighteen-year old foe.
She remembered something that Jody had once said, an off-handed and at the time unimportant comment about human males reaching sexual maturity at the age of eighteen. “Oh, god,” Elle wondered in quiet desperation, “what will this boy do to me? Will he rape me?”
But the question was inane, she quickly realized. Of course he would rape her. She could see it in his eyes, a burning desire fanned all the hotter by the huge quantities of hormones being pumped through his teenage veins. The real question was not if he would rape her, but how many times.
Elle’s body sighed once again, this time louder. The funny thing was, she realized, that her quickly responding body did not care if it was rape or not. Rape was an intellectual concept, she concluded, valid within the context of sentient beings but having no place at all in the animalistic world of
instinct and desire. Her body, disconnected as it was from the thoughts and morals of her mind, could not distinguish between rape and sex—To her flesh, it was all the same. And her body would react as it had been programmed by nature to react. It would react instinctually. It would react primitively. It would react passionately.
Her eyes remained locked with his as his hands raised and wrapped around her throat. Glacier’s thumbs paused above her windpipe and for a moment she thought he might strangle her. But his fingers caressed the side of her neck softly, almost reassuringly. Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed the sheer material of her costume between his fingers. He pulled at it, trying to rip it in two.
Elle took a brief bit of pleasure from the look of frustration that twisted Glacier’s features. His first attempt at tearing the tough Tekskin fabric of her costume had failed. But the pleasure was short lived. The young mutant tried again, this time putting all his strength into the effort. The sound of tearing fabric filled Elle’s ears.
“Damn!” she said silently. “This costume was brand new!”
The smug smile returned to Glacier’s face. He tugged on the fabric again, enlarging the tear until it extended from the base of Elle’s neck downward to the top of her stomach. He pulled the damaged material to the sides. Elle closed her eyes in shame as her firm breast mounds popped out and became visible to the world.
“There we go!” Glacier shouted in victorious glee. “That’s some mighty fine looking fruit you have there, super-whore. But appearances are only half the story when judging a fine fruit. I’m going to have to taste them before I can know for sure if you are qualified to be my street-corner girl.”
Glacier made good on his threat, leaning over and dragging his tongue roughly across her right breast. He flicked the tip across the point of her swollen nipple before sharing his opinion. “Hmm… Yes, that one tastes mighty fine. Let’s try the other--”
Elle tried to control her emotions as Glacier’s tongue tested her left tit. The thought that there might be other people nearby, street merchants and customers and the like, witnessing her utter defeat only added to her humiliation. But her body did not care about such things. It continued to respond to the physical stimulation. Its arousal, an arousal that Elle’s mind was equally forced to experience, continued unabated.
Glacier continued to suck and tease the dark angel’s tits for several minutes. His lips were warm and moist. His tongue worked her hard bulbs mercilessly. Its rough surface seemed made for her nipples. She gasped as it dragged slowly across her protruding tits, one after the other, tasting them. Eventually, the young stud decided that he liked her right nipple the best. Focusing his attention on it, he allowed the swollen bulb to rest atop his extended tongue. He wrapped his lips around it softly and began to suckle, as if trying to draw some small bit of milk from it. Elle’s breathing became ragged. Her tortured tit felt as if it might erupt. Her body burned with an uncontrollable, passionate, flame. As the fingers of Glacier’s hand began to once again massage her engorged left breast, arousing it with a different yet equally devastating method of stimulation, the lightheaded young super-heroine thought that she might pass out.
Elle’s breasts glistened with the moisture of his saliva. He was feeding on her, she knew, taking sustenance from her flesh and using it to stoke the flames of passion and desire that filled his evil heart. Without pausing, he reached down with his right hand and undid the clasp on his belt. He unzipped his pants. He pulled his swollen member from his under-shorts and allowed it to grow stiff. Elle could not see it but she knew that it was there. She felt the moist tip slide against the inside of her left thigh. The iron-like shaft was hot against her bare flesh.
The beautiful brunette forced her eyes to open. Her body waited in quiet but expectant anticipation. For the first time, her mind, too, began to respond to the flood of sensations that were coursing through her body. A fantasy, soon to be realized, flashed through her head. Thoughts of being taken by this young stud, thoughts of being ravaged time and time again, consumed her. She was helpless to prevent it. She was powerless to stop it.
Elle could not believe the intensity of her feelings. Free from the constraints of her mind and will, her body was responding more quickly than it ever had before. Her breasts were swollen and heavy. Her nipples were hard as marbles. Her pussy was wet and ready. Her skin had taken on the pink hue of intense arousal.
Glacier’s tongue continued to dart across the helpless girl’s firm chest mounds. His hands clasped her slender waist and held her steady. The shaft of his long cock, now fully swollen and ready, slipped between her legs and pressed against the base of her crotch. He could wait no longer. He would take her, now.
The silver-haired mutant slid his left hand downward, running his fingers across Elle’s ass. He took her by the thigh and raised her leg into the air. He continued to hold it aloft, pressed against his left hip, while holding her around the waist with his opposite hand. His fingers wrapped under her leg and pulled the crotch of her costume to the side. The boy was pleased to feel how moist the fabric was—He could tell the girl was primed and ready for him.
Elle waited in torturous anticipation as Glacier manipulated her most sensitive area with the fingers of his left hand. Working by feel, he spread her nether lips and gently flicked at her exposed clitoris. The young beauty thought she might be overcome by the wave of unwanted erotic sensations crashing over her body and feint dead away, but somehow she managed to stay conscious. Her breathing was ragged, now—Short gasps of air entered and exited between her soft lips. She was practically panting with erotic desire, she knew, but was as unable to control the sexual responses of her body as she was to raise her arms and push her attacker away.
The paralyzed heroine was wet and ready. Her womanly juices dribbled freely down the inside of her left thigh. Freed from the inhibitions of her mind, Elle’s lithe body was reacting eagerly to the advances of her young adversary. Unrestrained by the self-conscious thought processes that normally accompany the human mating ritual, her flesh was reacting hungrily to the fingers caressing it. Unconcerned with concepts such as right and wrong, it desired only one thing. Indifferent to concerns about performance and the needs of its partner, her body instead thought only of achieving its own gratification. Free from the restraints normally placed on it by her mind and titillated by the overt advances of her foe, Elle’s slender and athletic body had transformed into something different, something she would never before have imagined, lest it be in her darkest, most secret, fantasies. She had become a purely sexual being, a dark-haired, bronze-skinned, swollen breasted, one-hundred and twenty pound mass of immobile and helpless woman flesh that desired nothing more or less than to be utterly and completely ravished by her eighteen year old conqueror.
Glacier could sense the change. He could see the wild look in the girl’s eyes. He could feel her moist pussy lips twitching under his fingers. Her body was his. Her mind was his. The once proud and arrogant super-heroine known as Elle Mental belonged to him. He continued to hold her right leg aloft. He continued to reach under her thigh with his left hand and tease her clit with his fingers. He continued to gently kiss and lap at her swollen nipples with his lips and tongue. But now the time had come. The time had come to cement his victory over the gorgeous brunette once and for all.
Glacier removed his right hand from around the girl’s waist. He took hold of the iron-hard shaft of his man-member and guided it toward its destination. He held her pussy lips apart with his fingers and slid the tip of his huge cock upward. He dipped his knees to get a better angle for the penetration. He lifted her leg higher and pressed his abdomen close to hers. He stared into her wide brown eyes, locking his gaze with hers.
Elle’s vision clouded as the fat tip of her young foe’s cock slipped past her nether lips and into her warm hole. Her head was spinning. She had never felt this way before. She had never before experienced such intense erotic feelings as those now washing across her body. Glacier was raping her, she knew, but with each passing moment it was becoming more difficult to think of it in such terms. The young stud was an excellent lover—Though he completely dominated her, he continued to go slowly, patiently pressing himself deeper inside her a bit at a time and not hurting her in the least. Two inches in, then three. Elle could not see his muscle but she could feel its girth. Four inches. Now five. His cock was hot and hard. Six inches. Oh, god, he was working it inside her, now, pushing it from side to side and filling every part of her aching hole. Seven, then eight. Was there no end to him? Nine inches in and still he was not finished. Elle was seeing stars, flickering spots of light that seemed to float around her tormentor’s head and face and which made him seem like some kind of super-natural being. She struggled to remain conscious. She struggled not to be overwhelmed by the sensations taking over her body. She wanted to experience this, she knew. She needed to experience this.
Her adversary stiffened his knees and rose to his full height. His monstrous cock penetrated her fully. The fit was excruciatingly perfect, filling every part of her burning pussy. For several moments, he stood silent and did not move. Elle thought that she might be able to stand like this forever, her right leg lifted into the air and supported inside the crook of his left elbow, the fingers of his hands underneath her, pulling her nether lips wide, and his huge member sheathed to the hilt inside her burning hole.
Her breasts ached. Her nipples were distended and hard. Every fiber of her being seemed to be on fire. And still she could not move. She was totally and utterly reliant on her young demigod for pleasure. Why did he wait, she wondered? Why did he not fulfill his destiny and plunder her treasures completely?
The look of arrogance on his face held the answer. Glacier did not go slowly out of concern for her, but for a more selfish, personal reason. He intended to enjoy every last moment of his victory, Elle realized, for it would only last a brief while. They would not stand here forever, as she desired, his cock buried inside her wet pussy, his fingers flicking at her swollen and sensitive clit. No, this was but a
temporary circumstance. He would rape her. He would pillage her. He would throw her on the ground and stand over her like a king over a slave, and then he would move on. His moment of glorious victory would be all too brief. It was important to him, then, that he take as much from the experience, from this moment, as he possibly could.
The silver-haired young man began to execute a series of slow pelvic thrusts. The panting breaths of his victim resonated between the city buildings on either side of the street. Her swollen breasts, firm as they were, bounced up and down in unison to his efforts. The thrusts became more determined. Glacier grimaced as he attempted to hold back the inevitable. He could tell that his young victim was equally tormented. Her beautiful, angelic face was a mixture of burning passion and anxious desperation.
Elle’s body had reached its limit. Her orgasm exploded violently, rocking her immobile form with a series of powerful tremors. Her back arched and her head dropped backward. Her eye lids closed tight. Her arms remained at her sides but became tense and rigid. Her pussy, burning with sensation, spasmed around the shaft of her tormentor’s stiff rod.
The sensation of his victim’s sopping wet vaginal muscles tightening around his cock was more than Glacier could take. His own orgasm leapt from his body almost as violently as had hers. Elle stared up at the early evening sky as Glacier’s seed was fired deep inside her. Stream after stream filled her void, jetting into her with a fury able to be generated only by a young stud at his sexual peak. But she was young as well-- The super-heated fluids of her new master were matched by her own. Unable to contain it all, her pussy allowed some of their combined love juice to spurt from her overflowing hole and fall to the pavement below.
The seconds passed until the last shudders of their mutual orgasms finally faded. The defeated heroine went limp in her attacker’s arms. Her spine arched backward at a steep angle, allowing her long brown hair to fall toward the street. Her naked breasts, engorged with blood and visibly swollen, pointed toward the sky above. Her nipples, distended and hard, protruded upward as if to pronounce their vulnerability.
Glacier breathed deeply but did not pull out of the helpless girl. His massive cock remained stiff inside her, buried to the hilt within her magnificent love hole. The sight of Elle’s swollen tits reenergized the young mutant. As if wanting to display his incredible stamina to the merchants and customers who watched in curiosity from behind the darkened windows of their shops, the silver-haired stud began to once again thrust his monster tool in and out of the beautiful brunette.
The going was easy. So lubricated and willing was the slender girl’s pussy that his cock, as large as it was, slid almost effortlessly to and fro. He worked her over ruthlessly, pumping his massive tool in and out of her without pause, without respite. He was no longer gentle. He was no longer patient. He wanted immediate and intense gratification.
Elle remained helpless. Her body rocked back and forth as she was repeatedly impaled by her relentless conqueror. Her mind was a morass of desire and passion. She no longer cared that she was being raped. She no longer cared that she was being humiliated in front of dozens of spectators. All she cared about was the huge cock filling her. All she cared about was the unbearable sensations jolting through her body with each new thrust into her aching pussy.
The young heroine had never before experienced anything like the feelings flooding across her light frame. Every part of her body seemed to be on fire. Every nerve ending screamed in torturous, agonizing, joy. Her flesh, no longer under the control of her mind, was finally free to let go, to succumb to the primal cravings that had been encoded into its DNA at the beginning of time. There were no restrictions on how much it could feel. There were no limitations on how much it could endure.
And as she neared her second climax, one thought alone existed in Elle’s mind, one thought that both devastated and thrilled her, one thought that burned her to her very soul—Even if she were able to move, she realized, she would not. Even if she possessed the power to raise her arms and defend herself, she would not. Her destruction was at hand, yet she did not want it to end. Her humiliation was complete, yet she wanted it to continue forever.
Her mind was shaken. Her will was broken. Her second orgasm exploded even more powerful than the first. Wave after wave of earth-shaking sensations crashed across her helpless body, leaving her completely and utterly drained. Her master, the young demigod, came a moment later, once again firing his load deep inside her tortured hole.
Glacier’s face, moist with perspiration, was a mixture of pain and satisfaction. His groin, still buried deep inside the defeated super-heroine, ached. But it was a pain that he was happy to endure. He gazed down on his helpless victim and marveled again at how hot looking she was. Her bare tits, glistening with his own saliva, jutted skyward, beckoning him to taste them yet again. “Perhaps I will,” he thought. “They will be a fine diversion while my cock rests.”
The silver-haired mutant cautiously removed his still stiff shaft from the girl’s sopping wet pussy. As the tip left her hole, a trickle of fluids drained to the ground at his feet. His ten-inch power rod was slick with the sticky mixture of their love juices. He wiped it off on her thigh.
Glacier continued to hold the heroine’s leg in the air, pinned against his left side. He wrapped his right hand around her slender waist and positioned it in the small of her back. He knew that she was totally dependent on him for support, now. Were he to let go of her, she would fall to the ground. But he liked her this way, standing with her back arched, her gorgeous breasts mere inches from his face. He leaned over her and flicked at her right nipple with his tongue. It was hard, like a marble, and he knew that even the slightest touch against its rounded point would send a jolt of sensations coursing through the girl’s body.
“That’s right, super-whore,” he said evilly, “we are not done yet. Before I sell you off the corner, I need to know how long you can go. We’ll fuck all night, baby. Oh, yeah! All night long!” The teenage mutant dove onto his helpless prey hungrily, lapping and sucking and teasing her vulnerable tits without mercy. His huge cock remained stiff, knowing that it would soon get yet another turn.