“It’s all over Ogre Queen! The M-Girls are on the scene and your evil escapade is at an end!” The champion of justice known as Ms. Marvelous stood proudly at the edge of the stage. She looked down haughtily from her elevated position. Her stance was wide. Her hands rested on her hips. The blonde beauty was at the center of the room and the center of attention.
“The majority of your gang has already been dealt with. You should give up now, while you can. There is nothing to be gained by fighting. You will only be delaying the inevitable.” The spectators, cowering under their chairs, took heart from the sound of the heroine’s voice. When they looked up at the stage they saw an angelic figure. Her red and black costume glistened under the bright lights. Her golden mane of hair shimmered. She seemed confident and strong. Maybe they would escape this dreadful situation with their lives and pocketbooks intact after all, they considered. Everyone knew that Ms. Marvelous was the most famous and beloved super-hero in the city. Surely, she would show these Gangrel scum a thing or two.
The Ogre Queen, however, was unimpressed. “Do you jest?” she asked. “Do you really think that you and your friend are a match for the Gangrel? You already tried your luck against us once. You were defeated easily. What makes you think that you shall fare any better against us now?”
“Look around you,” the young heroine responded while pointing at the bruised, battered, and unconscious bodies of gang bangers lying around the stage. “Clubber and Hank are out cold. Scarface and Boxer are hopelessly entangled in Elle’s rope. Tigora is over there, somewhere, buried under a pile of folding chairs and taking a catnap. Elle will take care of Glacier. It’s just you and Stretch against me. I like the odds.”
Stretch stood next to his boss and scowled. “I handled you last time, Cutie-Pie. I can handle you again. And this time there won’t be any interruptions. This time, I’m going to finish what we started. This time, I’m going to fuck you!”
The blue-skinned master of elongation unzipped his pants and allowed his snake-like cock to slither out from its hiding place. It extended quickly until it dangled nearly to the floor. His arms also began to lengthen, sliding forth from the leather sleeves of his jacket and moving menacingly in the heroine’s direction.
Ms. Marvelous rolled her eyes in disgust. “Not a bashful bone in your body, is there Stretch? It never ceases to amaze me how anxious you men are to let loose the Johnson. But if you think that your freakish penis is going to intimidate me, you are very much mistaken.”
Stretch’s scowl changed to a devious smile. “You were sucking on this the other night! I bet that you would like to suck on it again!”
“You are so gross!” the young heroine exclaimed. “What you did to me was completely revolting. But I will not be caught off guard by your unusual abilities again. You will not take me by surprise this time!”
The Ogre Queen was amused. “Is it true, Stretch? Did she suck your repulsive cock?” “She did, my queen. And I blew my wad down her throat. She sucked down every last drop.” The innocent looking super-heroine blushed in anger. “You forced yourself on me! I had no choice in the matter!”
The Queen smiled up at the virtuous girl in contempt. She gripped the stiff handle of her leather bullwhip in her right hand. The handle had been carved to resemble a large cock. The rawhide length of the whip fell to the floor and coiled in front of her. The small, stainless steel tip was stained red with the blood of those that had been unfortunate enough to get in its way. “But did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy having Stretch’s mutant seed fired down your throat? Did you enjoy the salty taste?”
Ms. Marvelous nearly gagged at the memory. “You are as disgusting as your lackeys, evil queen. I will take great pleasure in turning you and your gang over to the authorities.”
The Queen waved her free hand scornfully. “Oh, enough of this pointless banter. Stretch, I demand that you silence this insolent fool. Put your cock in her mouth and shut her up. Fuck her, if you will. Fuck her in front of all these people.”
Stretch smiled joyfully. “Yes, my queen! Watch as I make her squeal in girlish desperation!” The mutant’s hands shot forward, reaching for his beautiful prey. Well he remembered how her slender yet voluptuous body had felt when trapped within his web-like embrace. Well he remembered how stiff and hard her nipples had become when teased beneath his elongated fingers. Well he remembered how moist and warm her pussy had been. Well he remembered how it had felt when he let loose his sticky wad into her mouth.
“I am going to have you, Cutie-Pie!” he shouted. “I am going to have you in front of all of these people!”
Ms. Marvelous moved quickly. She used her flying power to lift her body off the stage. She flew upward, away from the grasping hands of her elongated opponent and toward the high ceiling. But Stretch was fast—Just before she got out of reach his fingers closed around her ankles. His freakishly long arms began to retract back toward their normal size, dragging his lovely prey toward him. At the same time, his cock began to lengthen. It stood up and darted this way and that in front of him, a ten-foot snake of pale-blue flesh with a mind of its own.
The pencil thin mutant let out a shrill laugh and turned his head toward some of the photographers that were cringing nearby. “Get your cameras ready, boys! Here’s your chance to get pictures of the great Ms. Marvelous being balled by the longest dick in the world!”
The beautiful fem was reeled in closer. Her lovely features were masked with fear. She seemed unable to escape the elongated fingers wrapped around her ankles. Her legs were forced apart. Her adversary’s long cock angled upward toward her menacingly. It seemed that he would make good on his threat. It seemed that he would rape her.
But the expression on the heroine’s face suddenly changed. Too late, Stretch realized that she had allowed him to grab her. Too late, he realized that it was a trap.
“I warned you that I would not be surprised by your power, Stretch,” she said while reaching down and clasping his wrists in her super-strong hands. “You should have listened.” “What?” the mutant gang banger cried out in astonishment. “Stop that! What are you doing?” “Did I ever tell you that I was once in the Girl Scouts? I received a merit badge for knot tying. Now, let’s see if I can remember… Yes, that’s right, over and under, then around and through…” Stretch watched in horror as the athletic heroine tied his elastic arms into knots. She pulled on his wrists, tightening the rubbery appendages together. It appeared painful, though in fact he did not feel much discomfort. Still, the sight of his arms being twisted and warped so ruthlessly was almost more than he could take.
“Stop it, you witch! Untie my arms right now!”
The heroine smiled and continued to hover overhead. She glanced at the Ogre Queen victoriously. “I warned you that he would not be much of a challenge. Allow me to tie up some loose ends and I’ll be right back to deal with you.”
She flew upward, easily lifting the enraged mutant off the ground with her. His arms could extend to impossible lengths, but even he could not reach all the way to the auditorium’s high ceiling. The heroine wrapped his knotted wrists over the top most of the steel girders that supported the roof and tied him off. He dangled there, helpless and frustrated, his long cock still drooping from his pants.
“Sorry to leave you hanging!” she remarked while passing by on her way back to the stage. She landed softly and posed as several of the photographers snapped off pictures. The flickering light of flash bulbs illuminated her slender figure.
The beautiful heroine gazed scornfully down on the Ogre Queen. “Now, it is just you and me. Would you like to reconsider your decision to fight? Would you like to give up? I will not ask you again.” The woman in black frowned. Her red eyes glowed fiercely. “You fool! I am stronger than the rest of my gang combined. Do you really think that I would surrender to the likes of you?” Ms. Marvelous shrugged. “I am just giving you the opportunity to avoid some pain. Though I usually try to hold back, the criminals that challenge me sometimes get hurt. Concussions, broken bones, cracked ribs, blown out knees—You get the idea. But what can I say? It’s hard to be gentle when you have the strength of ten men.”
“You need not worry about me,” the Queen retorted. “I, too, have been trained in the warrior arts. And though you may be stronger than me, you shall not prevail against my superior abilities!”
The Ogre Queen moved with the speed of a mongoose. Her black cape fluttered behind her as she darted to the right of the stage and leapt over a chair. Her bullwhip snapped into action and cracked through the air. Startled by the sudden attack, Ms. Marvelous was slow to react. She could do nothing as the leather whip wrapped around her ankles and pulled them tightly together.
With a tug on the whip, the Ogre Queen sent her victim sprawling onto the stage. The heroine’s head impacted hard against the wood surface. In a flash, the Queen covered the space between them and leapt onto the elevated platform. As she stood over her fallen foe, she was pleased to see that the photographers continued to snap off pictures. “Yes!” she said to herself. “Let all of Megapolis know that their champion was defeated by the Ogre Queen! Let them all know that I rule the Dark Water!”
The Queen drilled a short kick to the blonde heroine’s chest. She knelt beside the dazed girl and lifted her legs. Keeping the whip tied around the young blonde’s ankles, she forced her knees apart and roughly pulled her black bikini bottom to the side. The heroine’s pink womanhood was a beautiful sight.
“Ah!” the evil Queen exclaimed in joy. “Now I see why they call you Marvelous!” The villainess spread the young heroine’s nether lips with the fingers of her right hand while her left guided the handle of the bullwhip toward its target. The handle, carved to mimic a fully-grown cock, dipped into the blonde’s hole. The knobby head penetrated her an inch. The Queen released the pink lips of the girl’s pussy mouth and watched in amusement as they wrapped around the wooden shaft of the handle, hiding the buried tip from view.
“I know all about your weakness, fair one,” the Queen hissed in victorious pleasure. “Now watch as I take full advantage of it!”
Ms. Marvelous writhed on the floor as the Queen pressed the handle deeper inside her love hole. The beautiful super-fem clenched her vaginal muscles in a vain attempt to keep it out. Her back arched. Her fists tightened into balls. A gasp escaped her full lips as the vile thing burrowed farther inside her.
The beautiful blonde could hear the sound of camera shutters all around her. The photographers were taking pictures and recording her demise in intimate detail. The cock-handle was three inches inside her, now, and with each bit it gained her defeat seemed more imminent. It was not that she was very aroused—the handle had not been inside her long enough to initiate the Sartak—but she was having trouble getting out of this predicament. She was flat on her back. Her ankles were tightly bound. Her legs were folded and her knees spread wide. The Queen was on top of her, using her strength and weight to pin her to the ground. The outside of her thighs pressed flat against the surface of the stage. Her hands were free, but there was no leverage to be had, no freedom to be found.
And it was only a matter of time, the panic-stricken heroine knew. Even now, her pussy was beginning to moisten in response to the wooden cock penetrating it. The cursed thing was four inches into her and still the Queen was not satisfied. The black woman continued to apply pressure, trying to force it yet further inside Jody’s tight hole. Her right hand clamped down across the failing heroine’s throat, pinning her to the floor. Her left hand pushed on the handle relentlessly, gaining additional penetration bit by bit.
Jody’s head was spinning. She clutched vainly at her foe’s right wrist in an attempt to get the hand away from her constricted windpipe. The muscles of her inner thighs burned as they were stretched—The outsides of her knees were now pressed flat against the floor. She was completely open, completely vulnerable. The dull, aching sensation in her loins was becoming more intense. Her womanly juices were lubricating her pussy, making the way easier for the wooden intruder violating her. With a sigh of resignation, the heroine relaxed her vaginal muscles. The handle of the bullwhip slid inside her, sheathing its entire nine-inch length within her love hole.
“Yes!” the Ogre Queen cried out victoriously. “I have defeated you! I have defeated the great Ms. Marvelous!”
The beautiful super-fem fell limp under her opponent’s strong grip. Her arms fell softly to her sides. Her head rested on the wooden planks of the stage. Through half-closed eyes, she looked up at the rafters. Stretch was up there, she noticed, looking down on her helpless form with satisfaction. The sinister grin had returned to his thin face as he witnessed her downfall.
“Rape her!” he shouted down to his queen. “Rape her until she comes!”
The Ogre Queen did not answer. Instead, she slowly moved the carved handle in and out of the helpless heroine’s now moist love hole. Her motions were steady and paced. She used the entirety of the nine-inch handle, drawing it out until the base of the tip was just visible before thrusting it back fully. She took pleasure at the sound of the beautiful girl’s labored breathing. She took joy at the sight of the girl’s nipples swelling and protruding through the thin fabric of her costume.
Ms. Marvelous tried to ignore the sensations sweeping across her body. The wooden handle did not possess the warmth and softness of a real cock, thankfully, and consequently its effect on her was somewhat less than that of a genuine article. Never the less, it was penetrating her fully, its thick shaft filling her time after time, and the feelings it generated could not be discounted. The beautiful heroine could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within her. If she did not find a way to escape soon, her defeat would be guaranteed.
Though not directly stimulated, the heroine’s nipples were beginning to swell. Blood flowed into her breasts, engorging them. Her skin became flushed. Her breathing became short. Deep within herself, Jody could feel the velvety embrace of the Sartak beginning to surround her. It would rob her strength, she knew. It would rob her strength and leave her helpless.
“No…” the young beauty moaned. “Please… stop…”
But the Ogre Queen did not stop. She continued her work unabated, slowly moving the handle in and out of her defenseless adversary. Finding that it was no longer necessary to hold the girl down, she removed her right hand from around the heroine’s throat and used it to softly caress her pubes. Her thumb found its way to the top of the girl’s moist slit. Ever so gently, the Queen began to rub her swollen clit.
“It will not be long, now,” she hissed under her breath. “A little bit more and you will reach your climax.”
Ms. Marvelous moaned softly as her sensitive clitoris was massaged. The orgasm growing inside of her was becoming more urgent. The effects of the Sartak were becoming more immediate. Her strength was waning, she knew. Her willpower was being sapped. Soon, her resistance would be used up and she would be at the end.
“Please… no more… stop…”
The Ogre Queen paused. She looked down on her helpless foe with a thoughtful gaze. “The King-B has ordained that I bring you to him. He wishes the ultimate victory to be his. But the glory shall be mine. Your defeat has insured that all of Megapolis will know the power of the Ogre Queen. I will forever be known as the one who defeated the great Ms. Marvelous.”
The Queen pushed the handle deep inside the defenseless heroine and left it there, unattended. She stood and looked down on the fair-haired girl smugly. She motioned with her hand toward the people that lined the stage. “This could not have worked out better. My victory did not take place in some dark, hidden alley. No, it occurred here, in a public place, before all of these members of the press. These photographers will record my victory and ensure that everyone on Megapolis knows about it. Everyone will know that it was I, the Ogre Queen, who defeated you.”
The leader of the Gangrel lifted her foot and stepped over the fallen heroine. She stood tall, proudly straddling her victim, and allowed the photographers to take her picture. Her face beamed in pride. Her arrogance radiated like a beacon. She was no longer simply the Queen of the Gangrel. She was now the Queen of the world.
Ms. Marvelous forced her eyelids to open. She looked up at her conqueror and tried to ignore the erotic sensations burning through her body. She lay on her back. Her ankles were tied. Her legs remained spread. Her arms rested on the floor. Her long, golden-blonde hair formed a halo around her head. The bullwhip handle remained deep inside her pussy, filling her with a dull ache and fueling the unsatisfied orgasm that lived within her. She was, in every way, defeated.
But she was not defeated.
The flash of cameras reflected off of her costume. The sound of shutters clicking woke her from the Sartak induced daze that had controlled her mind. The sight of her opponent, arrogantly standing above her and posing for the cameras, filled her with anger. She fed off the anger, using it to fuel her waning strength.
Ms. Marvelous looked again at her dark-skinned opponent. The woman was absolutely fearsome—Her black skin shimmered under the bright lights of the auditorium. Her white teeth had been filed down to sharp points. Her red eyes glowed unnaturally. Her thighs were heavily muscled and powerful looking. Her arms were chiseled and strong. In every way, she was a frightening sight.
But the young heroine had battled other, equally frightening, foes during her brief crime-fighting career. And though her ankles were now lashed tightly together, and though she had endured a near orgasm experience, she was not about to give up the fight. Her opponent may have won the first round, but she had made a terrible mistake in not finishing her off.
The blonde super-fem pushed off on the Queen’s legs with her hands. She raised her bound feet into the air and aimed them at the Queen’s stomach. She paused for a moment—She wanted the woman to realize what was about to happen before she let go. She saw the woman’s eyes open wide with the realization of her mistake. Jody returned her expression with a smile. Her powerful legs shot forward and up. Her feet dug into the Queen’s midsection and lifted her off the ground. The dazed villainess was propelled through the air. She flew from the stage like an unguided missile, arching over rows of spectators before crashing to earth twenty feet away.
Ms. Marvelous sat up and admired her work. She gently removed the handle from her aching pussy. She reached down and unwrapped the bullwhip from around her ankles. She stood, wobbling for a moment, and threw the vile thing toward the opposite side of the room, away from where the Queen had landed. She adjusted her costume and covered her exposed nether region. Once again, her gorgeous body was illuminated by a series of flashing bulbs. She looked upward toward the rafters and blew Stretch a mocking kiss. She walked to the edge of the stage and looked toward the spot where the queen had landed. People were hurriedly moving away from a pile of overturned chairs. Ms. Marvelous saw some movement. Apparently, she noted with disappointment, the evil queen was not yet finished.
Sure enough, the dark figure of the Ogre Queen rose from beneath the pile of chairs. Her face was a mask of rage. She glared up at the blonde heroine threateningly. “So, there is still some fight left in you after all!” she snarled. “For your sake, I hope that you can do better than that. I think that you will find that I am not so easily beaten as the glass-jawed Tigora!”
Ms. Marvelous stepped off the edge of the elevated stage and landed lightly on the hardwood floor below. She motioned to the photographers that they should move away. The last thing she wanted was for an innocent bystander to be injured in this conflict.
“I almost hope that you are right,” the voluptuous female warrior responded. “You are like a schoolyard bully, Ogre Queen. And like a bully, you need to be taught a lesson or two. I think that I am just the person to do it.”
“Bah! Look at you—You can barely stand. What hope do you have of beating me? Your vulnerability to sensual attacks guarantees my victory. I will have no trouble in taking you down and resuming my conquest of your body.”
Ms. Marvelous tried to look confident. “You were lucky, that’s all. But I think your luck is just about used up!”
“And I think that you are bluffing. A few rubs of my finger against your clit should finish you off!” The Ogre Queen leapt forward and used her superior speed in an attempt to get inside of the blonde super-fem’s defenses. Her right hand shot out and grabbed her surprised foe between the legs. She gripped the weakened girl tightly, hoping that the pressure being applied against her vulnerable womanhood would be too much for her to stand.
Ms. Marvelous squealed in protest as the fingers of her insistent opponent pressed down on her swollen clit and sensitive nether lips. A flood of sensations washed across her body like a wildfire sweeping across sun-baked plains, and for a long moment she stood motionless, unable to gain control of her body. Her head began to spin as the Queen’s fingers groped her hole, penetrating her even through the thin fabric of her costume.
“I have you now!” the Ogre Queen stated confidently while pulling Jody tight against her body with her free hand. “And to the nine hells with the King-B. I am going to make you come right here and right now!”
The gorgeous blonde struggled to gain control of the emotions overtaking her slender body. The Queen’s right hand continued to grope her without mercy, rubbing across her swollen clit and plunging
into her aching hole time after time. The young heroine found herself held tightly against her foe’s body—Unlike the wooden cock-handle of the bullwhip, her adversary’s body was hot and soft. It seemed that there was no use in fighting. The end was upon her and the battle was over.
Jody moaned and slumped against her adversary’s chest. The feel of the Queen’s large breasts, pressing against her own, was almost hypnotizing. She could feel her willpower slipping away. Her nipples, now hard as stones, screamed as they rubbed across the leather bustier of her foe. Her pussy, now dripping wet, burned with hunger for the fingers penetrating it. Her clitoris, swollen to its maximum size and sensitivity, ached with a passionate desire.
The young beauty’s head fell against her taller opponent’s shoulder. Her arms, once able to lift thousands of pounds, fell limply at her sides. Her legs, only partly separated, became stiff and rigid as she struggled to hold back an impending orgasm. She stood on her tip toes, the hand groping her crotch forcing her off the ground, and decided she could take no more--
“No! I won’t give in to you! I will not be defeated!”
Finding a hidden strength, the gorgeous heroine lifted her arms and pushed off on her adversary’s chest with all the force she could muster. It was enough to gain her freedom, but little more. The Queen was forced back only a couple of steps. She stood there, smiling, sure that her ultimate victory had been delayed by only a few seconds.
“Still you fight me? Why do you continue to resist? The outcome is all but decided. I will win and you will lose.”
Ms. Marvelous struggled to remain standing. Her body was on fire. The Sartak had drained most of her strength. An orgasm smoldered inside her, its need for resolution almost more than she could bear. “No! I will never surrender to you! You are evil and must be defeated! For the sake of Megapolis, I will defeat you!”
“You are a fool. You have zero chance of winning, yet you continue to delay the inevitable. How long do you think that you can resist me? How long do you think that you can hold back the orgasm that rages within you? You know as well as I that your impending climax spells your doom. It will steal away your powers and leave you helpless.”
Ms. Marvelous forced her body to stand upright. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying desperately to get her emotions under control. “Yes, and we both know that it is only because of my vulnerability to sensual attacks that you are getting the best of me. Were it not for my weakness in this regard, I would be the victor in this battle.”
The Ogre Queen frowned. “What? Do you claim to be a better fighter than me? Ha! No one can best the Ogre Queen in one on one combat!”
“I could best you. Easily, in fact.”
The Queen thought for a moment. “In any case, it does not matter. We are who we are, with both strengths and weaknesses. I am sure that if I had such a weakness, you would not hesitate to take advantage of--”
“What will the people of Megapolis think, I wonder, when they hear that the great Ogre Queen had to rely on such a low tactic to defeat Ms. Marvelous? Will they tremble in fear? Or will they laugh and discount the triumph as a cheap victory?”
The Dark Queen was not amused. “How dare you! Do you think to goad me with such prattle?” The blonde angel shrugged her shoulders. “As you said, the photographers are all here. They will record your victory for history. Everyone will know about it. But shall it be a tainted victory? Or shall you defeat me fairly?”
The Ogre Queen thought long and hard. “You are as foolish as you are beautiful, Ms. Marvelous. I can beat you one way as easily as another. If it is a fair fight that you want, then so be it. Prepare yourself!”
The leader of the Gangrel leapt forward. Her hands and feet were like lightning, striking out with blows and kicks in rapid-fire succession. Her technique was unusual, having its origins not in the Far East, as did that of most martial artists, but rather in the primitive depths of Africa. It was a technique born out of necessity rather than art, an animalistic aggression of swaying movements and darting attacks that combined both power and swiftness into a single deadly package. Once again, the beautiful blonde found herself caught off guard. Though she managed to block and evade the first of several attacks, she was
soon overwhelmed by a series of powerful blows. A chop landed high on her forehead. A kick drove into her left kneecap. An elbow bounced off her right shoulder. A knee drove deep into her stomach. With a final shrieking cry that made everyone within earshot cringe, the enraged Ogre Queen smashed the slumping young heroine across the face with a vicious double-handed swipe. The young beauty was lifted off her feet, her dead weight spiraling in the air so that she landed face first against the planks. She did not move—The crowd of spectators gasped in hushed disappointment. “Foolish wretch!” the Ogre Queen shouted victoriously. “I warned you that your pathetic skills were no match for mine!”
Camera shutters continued to click as the dark villain kneeled over the back of her fallen foe. She lifted the girl up by her shoulders, arching her back painfully. She wrapped her forearm under the heroine’s chin and applied a sleeper-hold.
“Do not worry, little one. I will not choke the life from your body, at least not yet. I am simply going to cut off the flow of blood to your brain. You will drift off into a long slumber and when you awaken, you will be safe and sound at Gangrel headquarters. I have decided to make you a plaything for the King-B.”
The heroine raised her arms and struggled against the hold. Pain stabbed through her back. Her vision began to cloud as the supply of blood to her brain was interrupted. She was on the verge of unconsciousness. She knew that she had to act quickly or it would all be over.
“I am not a plaything, you evil witch. And I don’t really want to take a nap right now, thank you anyway!”
Once again, the gorgeous female warrior called upon her superior strength to win the day. Grasping her opponent’s forearm in her hands, she rolled onto her left hip and then half-somersaulted forward. With a jerk, she sent her surprised opponent tumbling head over heals across the floor. The Gangrel leader landed awkwardly near the base of the stage.
Ms. Marvelous struggled to her feet. She had won a small victory, to be sure, but with each moment that passed a bit of her strength would return. Her ability to recover was amazing. All she needed was time.
The Queen stood and rubbed her aching shoulder. Her arm had been nearly torn from its socket by her young adversary’s last maneuver. But the pain was masked by her anger and hatred. She wanted to destroy the heroine.
“I will kill you!” she screamed while running forward. The attack was brutal and fast. Determined to end the battle here and now, the Dark Queen lashed out with everything she had in a final, furious assault. But her anger worked against her—Blocking the blows and countering with one of her own, the gorgeous super-heroine took advantage of her enraged opponent’s unstable emotional state and scored with a punch to the midsection. The Queen doubled over and nearly lost her lunch. She slumped to a knee and gasped for breath. She held up her right hand as if to signify her surrender.
Ms. Marvelous paused. “Are you ready to give up, Ogre Queen? Are you prepared to face up to your crimes?”
The Queen slowly regained her feet. She glared at her young foe. “Indeed, you are strong, Ms. Marvelous. Perhaps you are a match for me after all, at least in terms of fisticuffs. But you have not yet witnessed the most impressive of my abilities. You have not yet witnessed my mutant power. You have not yet seen me do this--”
The heroine watched in horror as the Ogre Queen reached out and grabbed one of the nearby photographers. She held him by the hair with her left hand. A look of terror appeared on the man’s face. He struggled to escape but the Queen was strong and held him easily.
A black aura took shape around the Queen as she channeled her power into the man. The aura grew in intensity until it was as dark and evil as the woman from which it was projected. Slowly, the aura began to overtake the figure of the man. His expression changed. His skin grew dark. His features became distorted. His clothes began to tear as his muscles bulged and grew beneath the fabric. Black hair sprouted from his skin. His nose extended outward and turned up, like that of a boar. Tusk-like teeth emerged from beneath his lips.
The photographer’s eyes began to glow red. He no longer struggled to escape his attacker. He stood quietly, eyeing the young heroine, drool dripping from his mouth, as if considering her as something
that he might have for dinner. The Ogre Queen’s hand no longer held his hair—Her long fingers now casually caressed his head as if she were stroking the family pet. There seemed to be some silent communication between them, as if she were somehow instructing her diabolical creation through telepathy.
The ogre thing suddenly lifted its head and howled. The sound of its voice was nightmarish. It lifted a clawed hand and ripped the remains of its shirt from its fur-covered chest and shoulders. It did the same with its pants, as if, in its animalistic nature, it could not bear to wear clothes. The heroine’s eyes widened yet further in shock and horror as she witnessed the monstrous sexual organ of the newly created man-beast. The thing was easily over a foot long and covered with a bristly coat of hair. Its girth was like nothing she could have previously imagined. The powerful shaft ended in a massive, knobby head. Rapidly stiffening, the monstrous muscle was almost as terrifying as the beast itself.
“What have you done to him?” the shocked heroine shouted. “I have never seen anything so diabolical!”
The Ogre Queen laughed with sinister delight. “Behold my mutant power! Behold a beast that wants only to rape and destroy!”
“Return him to his original form at once, you fiend!”
“What has been done cannot be undone. Only time will change the beast back into a man.” “How much time?” the blonde beauty asked.
“More time than you have, I am afraid. Go now, my ogre! Go and rape this foolish girl! Rape her into submission!”
Glacier watched as the battle between the Ogre Queen and Ms. Marvelous developed. His boss should be able to handle the blonde super-heroine, he decided. His gaze shifted to the middle of the stage, to that spot where Elle Mental stood. She looked back at him, her wide dark eyes narrowing slightly when she saw that his attention was focused on her.
The silver-haired villain scanned her athletic figure lustfully. The memory of their encounter earlier in the week, when he had held her lithe form in his arms and ravaged her, came back to him strongly. “Yes,” he decided, “it will be enjoyable to take her a second time.”
It appeared that the beautiful girl could read his thoughts. She knew that he was examining her body, examining her long legs and svelte arms, examining her fine tits. She knew that he hungered for her soft, bronze-tanned skin. She could tell that he wanted to run his tongue along the gentle line of her long nape and taste her full, pouting lips. Was it fear he saw on her face, he wondered? Could it be that the famous Elle Mental was afraid of him?
Glacier watched in amusement as the girl backtracked toward the large curtain at the far end of the stage. Of course she feared him—As she ducked through the curtain, he knew that she was trying to evade him. She knew that if they battled again the results would be the same as they had been before. He would rape her. He would dominate her.
The boy approached the elevated stage and placed his hands on its edge. He hopped up easily— Though he was not as strong as some other mutants, Elle Mental among them, he was still a fine athlete. At five foot nine and one hundred and sixty pounds, he was sprightly and agile. His muscles were strong and well defined. Like a gymnast, he combined strength with nimbleness.
Still, it would do to be cautious. Elle was a better fighter—She had proven as much during their first encounter. It had only been his mutant freezing power that had saved him. But that was all it would take, again, he knew. A single touch of his hand against her bare skin and she would once again be delivered into his clutches. And then they would have some real fun.
“Oh, Elle?” he cried as he stepped through the curtain and into the back room. “Sweet Elle? Where are you?”
The few people remaining in the room shrieked as they saw him. They scuttled away like cowards, intimidated as much by his confident demeanor as by his blue skin. They ran to the back of the room, a small number of stylists and models, before ducking out through an open door into the dark alley that lay beyond.
“Damn!” Glacier cursed. “I knew we should have blocked off the rear exit. She has escaped me!” “I have not escaped,” replied a seductive voice from behind him. “It will be a cold day in hell when I run from a low-life scumbag like you.”
The silver-haired mutant spun and quickly identified the location of his prey. She had hidden herself within the folds of the curtain. He had walked right past her without ever knowing. “If it is cold that you want, then allow me to oblige. Just come a bit closer and I’ll freeze you right up.”
The heroine stepped away from the curtain but maintained her distance. “Not this time, Glacier. This time, I am going to make you pay for what you did to me. I am going to make you pay for everything.”
“Whores always ask for payment, bitch. But not from their pimp. And I’m your pimp, baby.” The young heroine’s eyes narrowed. “I am not your whore, little boy.”
“You were my whore the other night. You will be my whore again.”
“I am ready for you.”
The confident villain moved forward slowly, looking for a chance to make contact with his adversary but wary of her martial arts abilities. An icy blue aura appeared around his body as he focused his power. The aura grew brightest around his hands. The air temperature in the room began to dip. He was pleased to see the girl back away in fear.
“You don’t have your rope, super-bitch. If you are going to fight me, you will have to do so at close range. Come on over and let’s wrestle a bit.”
The heroine did not reply. Her face was a mask of concentration. She knew, as did her foe, that one mistake could end the fight. So she kept her distance, backing away as Glacier came forward. She kept her hands up and at the ready. Her leg muscles were taught and prepared for action. She was like a wound coil ready to spring.
Her foe did a good job of cutting off the open space in the room. He was herding her backward, toward the small dressing stalls. Finally, she could retreat no further. Her back came into contact with one of the small curtains. If she were forced into one of the stalls, she would be trapped.
“You are running out of room, super-bitch. There is nowhere left to go. Just let me touch you and it will be all over.”
Elle’s opponent lunged for her. His hand swiped through the air from left to right, trying to make contact. She stepped backward through the curtain and into the stall to avoid the attack. “Now I’ve got you!” Glacier cried out victoriously. “You are trapped! The only way out is through me!”
Once again, the silver-haired mutant lunged for his victim. The blue glow surrounding his hands reached its maximum intensity. His power was ready. He would freeze anything he touched. He would freeze Elle Mental—
“Not this time!” the young heroine replied while leaping upward. Her fingers clasped the rod from which the curtain was suspended. Her feet went high into the air as she did a handstand atop the rod. Her foe, lunging and off-balance, passed below. His attack carried him part way into the stall. Elle spun and twisted, allowing her feet to drop on the opposite side while shifting her hands on the rod. Her attack was executed as perfectly as it had been conceived—The soles of her boots impacted square in the center of Glacier’s back and pushed him forward into the dressing stall.
Glacier fell forward. His hands grabbed at the countertop in an effort to slow his decent. In an instant, the wood surface of the counter was frozen to near absolute zero. Made fragile by its sudden transformation, the counter disintegrated beneath his weight. He fell to the floor heavily atop the debris.
“Damn you!” he cried after regaining his breath. “You were toying with me all along!” Elle stood just outside the stall, her hands on her hips and a pleased look on her face. “Pretty much,” she confirmed.
Glacier regained his feet. A stabbing pain shot through his back. It felt as if the vertebrae of his spine had been rearranged. “Nobody toys with me! Nobody!”
Feeding off of his anger, the silver-haired mutant rushed from the stall in a mad attempt to make contact with his adversary. She avoided him easily by back-flipping away and performing a pair of cartwheels that took her into the center of the room.
“I am not going to toy with you any longer,” she said coldly. “I am going to punish you for your crimes. I am going to punish you for all the evil that you have done, both against me and against the people of this city.”
The heroine went on the offensive, gliding forward with the grace of a lioness before leaping into the air and driving the toe of her boot into the boy’s chest. She landed softly several feet away. Glacier gasped in pain and fell to his knees. For several seconds his breathing was loud and irregular. “Why do you care so much about the people of this city?” he finally croaked in disgust. “Why do you care about them after all they have done to us?”
Elle paused before answering. “I do not support or defend the way that mutants have been treated. I spent three years at the Institute—They were the worst three years of my life. But I cannot change the world by turning my back on it. I cannot undo past wrongs by creating new ones. I can only do my part, as small as it might be, to defend the innocent and make the world a better place. My friend, Ms. Marvelous, taught me this.”
“Then you are naive, Elle. The world will never change. The normals will always be against us. They will always seek to destroy us. They fear us, you know? They fear our power. They will never accept us and they will never stop hunting us.”
“Life is what we make of it, Glacier.”
The young mutant paused, as if thinking. The anger on his face disappeared, replaced by sadness. The palms of his hands pressed against the floor to support his weight. His head lowered in resignation. “I envy you, Elle. You have put the past behind and you have found a reason to continue living. I, on the other hand, have nothing—My life is one of cruelty and violence. Normals hate me and mutants fear me. I have nothing to live for.”
The boy leaned forward submissively. “I recognize your superiority as a fighter, Elle. I acknowledge that I cannot defeat you. You say that you want to punish me--Do so, if you must. But do not punish me for what I have done to the people of this city. Those that you call innocent are little more than collaborators in the offenses against mutants. I will never forgive them. Nor will I ever regret what I have done to them.”
The beautiful heroine’s face softened. Her foe suddenly looked very small and very young. He was just a boy and like her he had been robbed of a normal childhood by forces beyond his control. He could not be blamed for striking out against those that had persecuted him. He could not be blamed for turning to a life of crime. Had she not done the same?
The beautiful brunette considered the many questions running through her mind. Maybe her earlier life as a thief did not directly correlate to the boy’s life as a gang thug. She had never purposefully injured innocent people, after all. But people could change. Meeting Jody had been the turning point in her life. Perhaps Glacier’s life could change, as well.
“You will not find redemption until you learn to forgive, Glacier. It is the starting point from which we all must--”
“Can you forgive me?” Glacier said while lifting his head. “Can you forgive the fact that I raped you?”
Elle paused, wondering at the glint she saw in the boy’s eyes. “It will be difficult, but I suppose that eventually I might be able to forgive--”
“And if I raped you a second time? Could you forgive me then?”
Elle noted the change in the gang banger’s face. He no longer seemed resigned to his fate. In fact, he now seemed as arrogantly cold and confident as he ever had. “Why do you ask this? Surely, you realize that I will not allow such a thing to happen. You have said yourself that you cannot defeat me.”
Glacier smiled deviously. “You are a trusting and sympathetic fool, Elle. Did you really think that I would surrender to you? Did you really think that I would ask for your forgiveness? Look at the floor— While you have been standing there and pitying me, I have been using my mutant abilities to freeze the puddles of water in which you are standing. The soles of your boots should be firmly affixed by now, I think.”
“What?” Elle looked down across her strong thighs and slender calves toward her feet. “The floor! It is covered with ice! Damn that Quaren! The excessive amounts of water he was using to wet down the models has made it possible for you to--”
“To freeze your feet to the floor!” Glacier stated in glee while rising off of his knees. Elle did not panic. Her feet were covered with a thick layer of ice and fastened securely to the floor, but she was confident that she could still get out of this mess. “But surely you realize that I am super-strong? Your little trick will not keep me entrapped for more than a brief second or two.” “That is all I need, my beautiful street corner girl!”
The slender heroine’s eyes opened wide as her foe rushed forward. She struggled to lift her feet and move away. With one last, great effort, she jerked free of the ice and prepared to back flip out of danger as she had done before.
“You are too late, Glacier! You will not--”
The silver-haired mutant was too close. His hands shot forward with surprising speed and clasped the beautiful girl by her shoulders. His fingers glowed with a silver-blue light as they made contact with her bare skin.
Panic filled the girl’s eyes. “No…”
The villain’s freezing power entered Elle’s body and attacked her from within. Though a thin layer of ice began to form on her skin, radiating outward from his hands and across her costumed body, the heroine was not frozen in the same way that the countertop and floor had been. Instead, the chilling power of her foe struck at the vulnerable nerve bundles at the apex and base of her spinal column, cutting off all communications from her brain. In an instant, and for the second time in less than a week, the vital and energetic super-heroine known as Elle Mental became an inanimate and helpless statue.
The fabulous fem gasped as her body went numb. Her arms dangled stiffly at her sides. Her legs became rigid as iron beams. Her eyes could move, but nothing else. She could breathe, but she could not speak. In the blink of an eye, her battle was over. In the blink of an eye, she had been defeated.
Her foe removed his hands from her shoulders. Flakes of ice fell from her statuesque body. Gradually, the burning cold began to dissipate. In moments, she felt no pain. In anticipation of what was to come, her body began to tingle. Cut off from her mind and seemingly possessing one of its own, her flesh began to yearn for the sexual stimulation that it knew Glacier would soon provide. As if with a mind of its own—a more primitive, instinctual mind—her body began to prepare itself for the encounter that would soon occur.
Elle tried in vain to control the feelings overtaking her. Since removing his hands from her shoulders, Glacier had not laid a finger on her yet her body was becoming intensely aroused. Just the sight of him, standing close in front of her, his eyes roaming up and down across her body lustfully, was enough to make her nipples harden. The arrogant sneer on his face, as menacing as it was evil, was enough to make her pussy moisten. Memories of their first encounter a few nights before, at the street market, raced through her head. Unwanted sexual fantasies of being conquered and ravaged by this young stud threatened to overwhelm her.
Glacier stepped closer so that the tip of his sharply chiseled nose touched hers. He looked deep into her eyes, searching for something. What he found pleased him. He grinned evilly before wrapping his arm around the defenseless heroine’s narrow waist and pulling her slender yet voluptuous body tight against his own. He kissed her hard and drove his tongue between her lips. He drove it deep into her mouth, exploring her. Elle could feel a hard mass bulging outward from his pants, pressing against her at waist level. She feared the mass yet yearned to feel it inside her. In that one instant, with his tongue inside her mouth and his manhood pressing against her lower abdomen, the young heroine nearly surrendered totally to the sensations coursing through her body. How could she resist him, she wondered? How could she not become his love slave?
Glacier’s hand cupped her right breast softly. He caressed it through the thin fabric of her violet costume. Then, with more intensity, he pinched down on her nipple. The result was dramatic—Elle’s tit filled with blood. Her breast grew larger and firmer. Her nipple hardened. It protruded sharply from beneath the tight-fitting cloth that restrained it.
“I have rarely seen a woman respond so quickly to my touch,” the boy chided after breaking his lip-lock. “Even the other night, when you were completely helpless within my arms, your body did not react in such a way. Could it be that you have been fantasizing about this? Could it be that you want this?”
Elle could not answer. Her vocal cords were as paralyzed as the rest of her body. But in her mind, she considered the question. She had dreaded the chance of another encounter with Glacier, but had she not also desired it? The sensations she had endured the other night, just like the sensations she was enduring now, were like nothing she had ever before experienced. Oh, god, she wondered silently, had she sub-consciously hesitated when her young foe came at her? Had she allowed him to use his powers on her?
The dark-haired beauty had to admit that it was not outside the realm of possibility. Glacier had made her his slave in their first encounter. He had totally and utterly dominated her, body, mind, and soul. He had left her exhausted and spent, the victim of multiple orgasms of such incredible intensity that she had lost all sense of self-control and identity. Did she now belong to him forever? The freezing effects of his mutant power would soon wear off, but would she be forever vulnerable to his advances?
She supposed that it did not matter, at least not for the moment. In any case, it was becoming increasingly hard to focus on anything other than the fingers groping her chest and the warm bulge that was pressing into her lower abdomen. Soon, he would unsheath the bulge, she knew, and then he would make her greatest fears and desires come true.
His right hand curled around her hip and patted her on the rump. “On your knees, whore,” he said without sympathy.
The dark-haired beauty found herself being lowered to the floor. Her body, apart from her mind, seemed more than willing to obey the commands of her attacker. She was on her knees, her arms still dangling at her sides, her moist lips slightly parted in anticipation of what was to come.
Glacier unfastened his belt. He unclasped his leather pants. No longer restrained, his massive cock came forth and quickly grew to its full, ten-inch, length. The young brunette stared forward with panic-stricken eyes. The monstrous man-muscle was directly in front of her face. Its moist tip tapped her on the nose. It caressed her face, dragging across her right cheek and down over the corner of her mouth. “No!” she cried silently. “This cannot be happening!”
The knobby head of Glacier’s cock rested lightly on her lower lip. She could feel its warmth. It frightened and aroused her. It slid inward, past her teeth and over her tongue. Her lips were forced wide apart. The thick shaft was hard as steel yet soft to the touch. It filled every part of her mouth as she struggled to take it all in.
“That’s it, baby! Suck it down!”
Her foe gripped her long dark hair in his hands and forced her head to move back and forth, dragging her full red lips across his steel-like shaft. Time after time, he slid his huge tool deep into the back of her throat and then pulled it back. He fucked her mouth for several minutes. His breath grew short. His fists clenched into tight balls and nearly ripped the hair from her scalp. Finally, no longer able to control the powerful demon in his loins, the young mutant pulled his enormous member out completely and fired a massive stream of semen across the helpless girl’s face.
Elle closed her eyes and tried to choke back the feelings of humiliation that burned through her soul. Glacier’s seed felt hot on her face—To her horror, her body seemed all the more aroused by this disgusting turn of events. Her nipples ached. Her breasts yearned for the boy’s fingers to abuse them. Her pussy was wet and ready. Her mind, bombarded by a constant flood of erotic images and sensations, was nearly ready to surrender. Her great will, as strong as that of any woman, was nearly ready to break.
As if sensing how close the great female warrior was to submitting utterly, her foe slid around behind her and forced her forward. Her arms were useless and would not support her. Instead, she was forced onto her chest and face, though her hips remained high in the air. Glacier knelt beside her prone figure and slid his hands between her thighs. He forced her legs apart and pulled the fabric of her costume to the side, baring her ass.
The Gangrel gang-banger reached into a pocket of his leather jacket. The pocket was small and hidden, meant to carry a cell phone. But Glacier used it to carry another, more sinister device. “I anticipated that we might meet again,” he explained. “You super-bitches have a way of coming back for more. Which is fine by me—I just wanted to be prepared. I think this rubber butt-plug will fit you nicely. It will take the fight out of you even after my freezing power wears off.” The silver-haired mutant chuckled evilly as he pressed the tapered tip of the plug against Elle’s pink hole. He allowed a trickle of spit to drop from his mouth and down her crack. He knew that the
spittle would lubricate the plug and make it easier to insert. He pressed forward on the notched end of the device, forcing it deeper into the heroine’s anus.
Elle whimpered softly as the plug was slowly forced inside her puckered hole. The stubby shaft of the device widened rapidly. Just as the opening to her hole could seemingly stretch no further it closed around the thin, notched end. A wide, flat, silver dollar sized piece of rubber prevented the plug from entering her further. It pressed against the soft skin of her butt-cheeks just above her tortured hole.
“There!” Glacier exclaimed joyfully. “I know that must feel nice. Perhaps you would like me to fill your other hole, as well?”
The defenseless super-heroine gasped as a finger slid across her nether lips and penetrated her womanhood. She was well lubricated with her own femininely juices—The finger slid easily inside her sensitive pussy. He worked the digit from side to side within her, searching for her g-spot and quickly peaking her arousal. After less than two minutes of stimulation, she was nearly ready to climax. At the last moment, he pulled out, determined to torment her a bit more.
“I do not want you to come too quickly, super-whore,” the evil villain taunted her. “I want you to endure a slow, erotic, torture. And when you are finished—when your will is broken and you can endure no more—I want you to submit willingly to me. I want you to kneel at my feet and call me ‘Master’.”
Elle sighed as the finger slid once more inside her vulnerable hole. Every fiber of her being was on fire. Every muscle was tense. Her nipples were hard as stones. Her breasts flattened against the cold, wet, floor and ached. The butt-plug in her ass was driving her wild. Erotic images of sexual torture and submission filled her mind. Her clit was swollen to its maximum size and sensitivity. Her pussy was sopping wet.
Though her mind was clouded with sexual imagery and dulled by the intense sensations flooding across her slender body, the young heroine suddenly thought of her friend, the blonde champion known to the world as Ms. Marvelous--but known to her as Jody Walker—and she felt ashamed. She had let her friend down, she knew. And she hoped that the other half of the M-Girls was fairing better than she was.
“Oh, Jody,” she moaned silently as the finger in her aching pussy continued to torment her. “I need you. I need you to rescue me. I need you to save me. I cannot endure much more. I have become little more than a sex toy for an eighteen-year old boy. If this continues for much longer, I will not be able to resist him. Whether under his power or no, I will be unable to deny him. I will join his cause and become a Gangrel, if only to remain close to him. I will do anything—be anything—to satisfy him. I will become his whore, if that is what he wishes. I cannot help myself. I am becoming a slave to my flesh. I am becoming a slave to him. My will is breaking. I cannot endure this torture, this glorious torture, for much longer. Please… help me… please…”