Ms. Marvelous dodged yet another of the naked beast-man’s attacks. He was slow and ponderous, this creation of the Ogre Queen, but extremely strong. His looping punches crashed through the dasher of the stage and turned the wooden planks into kindling.
The blonde super-heroine countered with a punch of her own, a straight left that impacted sharply with the beast-man’s jaw. The brute grunted but did not go down. The super-fem leapt back as he tried to wrap his powerful arms around her.
The battle had been going on like this for far too long, the gorgeous champion knew. She was by far the superior fighter and could probably finish off the dim-witted creature at any time. But she was putting only a fraction of her strength behind her punches and kicks. She did not want to hurt the man, after all. He was an innocent-- a photographer that had been entrapped by the Ogre Queen and turned into a foul monster. It was not his fault that he now attacked her. He did not deserve to be injured.
But the beast-man’s fury seemed to know no end. He continued to pursue the beautiful girl, his scraggly fur standing on end, his teeth bared and his claws extended. He was larger than a normal man. Huge muscles bulged under his hairy coat. His monstrous cock was fully extended. It stood in front of him, parallel with the ground, the thick shaft barely able to support its own massive weight. Ms. Marvelous was distracted by the enormous man-muscle—Her eyes seemed to focus on it uncontrollably. A part of the inexperienced young woman was frightened by it. A part was curious. As with many of the mutant members of the Gangrel gang, the heroine decided, the Ogre Queen’s special power was bizarre. To be able to turn a normal man into such a monster—
Ms. Marvelous dodged just in time to avoid another attack. She cursed herself for being so careless. Her obsession with the man-beast’s swollen cock had nearly cost her. As it was, the brute now had her backed against the stage. As he attacked yet again, the beautiful girl knew that there was only one direction that she could go-- She would have to go up.
Reacting with the reflexes of a professional athlete, the blonde super-heroine used her flying ability to launch herself up and over the stage. She watched in amusement as her ferocious opponent grasped at empty air.
“You are too slow, Ogre!” she said while landing on the surface of the elevated platform. “You will have to do better than that if you wish to--”
With unexpected speed, the man-beast leapt into the air. He landed in front of her and reached for the surprised heroine’s arms. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms out to the sides. He lifted her lightweight frame off the ground. The young heroine found herself face to face with the brute. His eyes glowed red. His pig snout blew his hot, smelly, breath into her face. He snarled victoriously and pulled her slender body closer to his.
Ms. Marvelous groaned in pain. It felt as if her arms were being pulled from their sockets. “My god! You are… so strong… can’t break… free…”
The young champion knew that she could not hold back any longer. She would have to use her full strength to end this battle. If the photographer was injured in the process, then so be it. But try as she might, she could not break loose of the iron cross hold in which she was held. Her feet dangled inches off the ground. Her arms were held parallel with the ground, the tension on her joints so extreme that her shoulders and elbows could not bend.
But having her shoulders dislocated was not an option. If she could not free her arms, she decided, she would have to use her legs. She would kick this brute into submission and force him to release her.
Ms. Marvelous prepared to attack. Yet once again, she was distracted by her adversary’s enormous man-muscle. As he pulled her closer to his body, pressing her against his furry chest, she could feel the huge shaft of the thing slide between her thighs. It slid into her gap, at the base of her crotch. It pressed against the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. She could feel its warmth as it pressed against the mouth of her womanhood. The thing seemed to throb as it rubbed against her. Still aroused by the attacks of the Ogre Queen that she had endured earlier, the beautiful heroine found herself vulnerable to
this new stimulation. A look of surprise came over her angelic face. Her swollen nipples pressed against the beast’s chest. For a long moment she did nothing. She was frightened and intrigued and aroused, all at the same time.
The blonde beauty looked into the red eyes of her foe. A fire seemed to dance within them, angry and ferocious, glowing with the light of primitive and barbaric lust. Given the chance, this monster would rape her, she knew. But what of the man that had been before? Was there any part of the photographer remaining within this beast?
She looked deeper, trying to detect some small bit of humanity in the red eyes. She could see none. The Ogre Queen had said that the man would return to his original form given time, but for now there seemed to be nothing left of him. He was a beast, pure and through, and possessing single, lustful, desire. He wanted to rape her.
Her head drooped backward. Her eyes closed. She no longer tried to escape the iron cross. For several long seconds she could think of nothing but the massive cock pressing between her thighs, pressing against her moist and ready hole. She could think of nothing but the powerful, fur-covered chest pressing against her tormented and aching nipples. She could think of nothing but-- “No! I will… not… allow this!”
The heroine lifted her head and forced her eyes to open. She raised her right foot and drove it downward, into the beast-man’s kneecap. The red eyes glowed in rage. She repeated the attack and for a moment felt as if he might relinquish his hold on her wrists. But his strength and determination quickly returned. She remained in the iron cross, held in the air above the stage, her engorged breasts pressing against his hairy chest, her nose nearly touching his pig snout.
“I will break your leg, if I must!” the heroine shouted defiantly. “You shall not restrain me much longer! I will--”
The brave heroine’s words were suddenly muffled as a hand wrapped around her head from behind and a moist piece of cloth was placed over her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and panic. It was the Ogre Queen, she knew. In her battle with the beast-man, her attention had been diverted and she had lost track of the evil Gangrel leader. Now the villainess had rejoined the fight and decided to use a different tact—The rag possessed a distinctive odor. It was immediately clear to the young champion that she was being smothered with chloroform.
Ms. Marvelous struggled to escape the hold of the beast-man. Her head was beginning to spin. She had already gulped down several large breaths through the gas-soaked cloth. Her strength was beginning to fade. It was becoming difficult simply to remain conscious, much less muster an escape attempt.
“Yes!” the Ogre Queen whispered into her right ear. “Breathe deeply! Breathe it all in!” The young beauty moaned in despair. It seemed that she was running out of options. Though her super-powered body provided her with an enhanced resistance to gases, even it would soon succumb to the effects of the chloroform. Ms. Marvelous knew that she had to break free of her attackers quickly or it would be too late.
In desperation, the super-fem drove her foot once more into the kneecap of the beast-man. She put all of her strength behind the mighty blow. The hairy brute howled in pain. His grip on her wrists weakened. With a final effort, the heroine pulled her arms free. She dropped to the floor. She pivoted on her left foot and drove and elbow into the ribs of the Dark Queen. She pulled the foul rag away from her face. She lashed out at both of her attackers like a golden-haired wildcat, driving them back and neutralizing, for the moment, the threat that they represented.
Though free, Jody knew that she was not out of danger. She had breathed in too much of the gas—The room was spinning around her. The Ogre Queen was behind her. The rag remained in the woman’s right hand. Like most criminals, she had no honor. Despite the heroine’s earlier challenge, the villainess would not fight fair. The gas soaked rag was as dangerous in application as it was innocuous in appearance. What other perilous toys might she have hidden under her cape, the blonde warrior wondered?
But the beast-man was the more immediate threat. Despite the kicks she had delivered to the monster’s knee, she had not done him any serious harm. Even now, the hairy brute approached, his hands extended, determined to place her back in the iron cross hold. She would have to deal with him
first, the gorgeous heroine decided. Things had gone too far and the situation had grown too dangerous. She could not afford to hold back. Despite her concerns for the health and safety of the innocent photographer, she would have to use the entirety of her remaining strength and put him out of action once and for all.
The blonde angel shook her head and forced her eyes to focus. She glanced quickly back at the Ogre Queen. “I will deal with you in a moment. But first, I’m going to deal with this abomination!” Ms. Marvelous leapt into the air and drove her feet at the beast-man’s chest. The dropkick was executed perfectly—The hairy brute was lifted off of the ground and flung backward through the air. His body quickly traversed the length of the elevated stage and through the large curtain. He sailed into the back room and crashed onto the hard floor, his heavily muscled arms and legs flailing. He bounced and rolled to a stop then stood just in time to see his beautiful adversary flying at him at a full tilt. The blonde champion slammed a right cross off of the brute’s chin. A knee to his gut bent the beast-man over. A double-handed chop off the back of his head drove him into the ground. He placed his clawed hands against the floor and attempted to lift himself up but then collapsed into an unconscious heap.
Ms. Marvelous watched in amazement as the beaten ogre-thing transformed before her eyes back into its original form. The bristling fur vanished. The powerful muscles receded. The massive body dwindled. In moments, all that remained of her ferocious foe was the nude photographer. He lay silently on his stomach, his breathing regular and seemingly no worse for wear.
“Well!” the heroine commented aloud. “It seems that the beast has been tamed.” It was then that Ms. Marvelous heard the soft moans emanating from the opposite side of the room. She raised her head and looked—It was Elle! Her friend had not fared well against Glacier, it seemed. The gorgeous brunette was on the floor, once again a victim of the boy’s mutant power and helpless to defend herself from his groping hands.
“Get away from her you bastard!” Jody screamed in anger. “Get away from her or I will--” The blonde beauty’s eyes opened wide in alarm as an arm wrapped around her slender waist from behind. A second arm came over her shoulder. Once again, the gas-soaked rag of the Ogre Queen was pressed atop her mouth and nose.
“You would do better to worry about yourself, foolish girl! You may have defeated my beast man, but you must still deal with me!”
Jody breathed in a large dose of the chloroform. She grasped the hand of her foe in an attempt to pull the rag away but the gas was having a terrible effect on her strength. Her mind was spinning. As she breathed in more of the gas, her struggles lessened. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her body became limp. In moments, she was unable to stand on her own. She fell backward against the strong body of her adversary, trapped within a powerful and deadly embrace.
The Ogre Queen smiled with evil pleasure. She pulled the rag away from her victim’s mouth and slid it into a hidden pocket within the folds of her black cape. “I have you now, super-bitch! And this time, I will not let you go!”
The black-hearted Queen spun her nearly defenseless opponent around so that they were face to face. The girl struggled to escape but her incredible strength had nearly left her. The queen marveled at the girl’s beauty—Her golden hair, her fair complexion, her athletic build and slender frame—It was no wonder the people of Megapolis loved her so, she decided. But the people would be disappointed, this time. This time, she thought with a snicker, they would see their champion defeated.
The Ogre Queen slammed a fist into the heroine’s stomach. She bent the girl over at the waist and held her down by leaning on top of her. To her surprise, the girl did not crumple to the floor. Already, it seemed, some amount of strength was returning to her long legs. Yes, the Queen decided, the girl’s resistance to the gas was incredible. But gas was only one of the weapons available. There were other, more devastating implements that could be utilized.
The dark-skinned villainess again reached into her cape. When her hand came forth from beneath its dark folds, it held a slender, tube-like, device. The tube was six inches long and a quarter-inch in diameter. It was constructed from a ceramic material and possessed a glossy, slippery surface.
The Ogre Queen reached behind the struggling heroine and grasped the sheer fabric of her costume in her hand. Once again, she pulled it to the side, revealing her victim’s gorgeous ass. “How lovely…”
The black-hearted villainess placed the tip of the tube-like device against the puckered opening to her besieged opponent’s anus. She pressed it inward, watching in satisfaction as the device easily slid an inch inside.
“This device is one that I thought might have a particularly devastating effect on you. Due to its near-frictionless nature, it can penetrate you easily to its full, six-inch length. And once inside, it can be locked in place by activating a tiny switch on its base.”
The Ogre Queen pressed the device deeper into her struggling victim. It gained a second inch, then a third. Though her foe tried desperately to clench her anal muscles and keep it out, the device was soon buried almost entirely within her hole. The small stub of its base was all that remained visible. As promised, the Queen delicately activated a miniature switch on the end of the device. Rows of tiny teeth poked outward from the slim shaft of the device and locked it into place.
Ms. Marvelous bucked under the weight of her attacker. She moaned as the device in her ass sent an unwanted wave of sensations through her body. Though the device was slender, it was rigid and buried deep inside her hole. Given time, it might very well have the effect that the Ogre Queen hoped. It might very well arouse the will-sapping curse of the Sartak.
“I will not… allow…this to happen… Ogre Queen! Though the foul thing that you have inserted into me is… distracting… it will not be enough to defeat me. The effects of the gas are wearing off and my strength is returning. Soon I will be able to--”
The Queen laughed. “Your over-confidence is amusing, foolish girl. For I have not yet told you all that this device can do. The ‘foul thing’, as you describe it, is made slender only so that it can be easily inserted into its victim. But by flicking the switch a second time, I can increase its girth four-fold!”
Ms. Marvelous groaned in erotic pain as her attacker carried out the threat and turned the tiny switch once again. The valve on a small CO2 canister at the base of the device was opened—In an instant, the device began to expand. It became a half-inch wide, then three-quarters. Despite her efforts to fight against it, the expanding ceramic shaft quickly reached its maximum size, a full inch in diameter. The blonde beauty groaned again as her anus was painfully stretched to accommodate to evil thing.
The gorgeous heroine could literally feel the strength waning from her once-powerful body. She knew that she could not long endure the sensations emanating from her aching hole. How could something so painful be so erotic, she wondered? And yet, there could be no denying that it was— Though her ass felt as if it were being torn apart from the inside out, she could not deny that the waves of pain coursing across her body were mixed equally with those of a purely sensual sort. Her breathing became ragged. Her pussy, already sopping wet, was becoming even more aroused. Erotic imagery was filling her mind. The strength sapping curse of the Sartak was again welling up within her. “No… please… must not…”
The Ogre Queen stood and spun her victim around. She gripped the girl from behind, wrapping her left arm around her waist. The fingers of her right hand pressed against the anal device, jostling it back and forth and causing yet more stimulation to her besieged and now helpless foe. “Save your pleading for the King-B, super-bitch. You will receive no mercy from me.”
The fashion show spectators and waited in uneasy anticipation. They could hear the sounds of battle emanating from the back room, but the action was hidden from view by the large curtain at the end of the stage. They glanced at each other nervously. Surely their champion, the great Ms. Marvelous, would emerge victorious? Wouldn’t she?
The sounds died away. The battle must be over, the people decided. Still, none dared to approach the curtain for fear of what they would discover. Time seemed to stand still. A few folks cautiously made their way to the front exit, but most remained where they were, wanting to know— needing to know—the outcome of the battle. Even the Gangrel thugs, those that were not unconscious, peered at the curtain expectantly. They did not speak—No words were needed.
Suddenly, the curtain parted. A joyous roar went up from the spectators and photographers as they saw the red and black clad figure of their beautiful heroine emerge into the bright lights that beamed down on the elevated stage. The gorgeous blonde stood there for a long moment, her face a mask of emotion, as her athletic body was further bathed in the brilliant flicker of camera flashbulbs.
But as quickly as the roar had started it came to an end. Silence again overtook the room as the young heroine stepped onto the stage. An arm was wrapped around her slender waist, holding her. The dark figure of the Ogre Queen stood close behind. It appeared that the villainess was supporting the blonde beauty, holding her upright and guiding her forward.
To the people watching, it was now clear that their champion had been defeated. She staggered across the stage, prodded forward by her captor, her angelic features a mixture of anguish and despair. Her legs were rigid and tense. She seemed to be walking on the balls of her feet, as a woman in high heels would do, though her knee-high black boots had no heels at all. It was then that the spectators saw the Ogre Queen doing something behind the girl’s back with her free hand—She appeared to be manipulating the heroine’s posterior in some unknown way. Whatever the case, it was clear that the evil villainess was in total control of her young victim.
The black-hearted queen walked her captive to the end of the stage. “Take pictures, you idiots!” she demanded of the photographers. “I want all of Megapolis to know that I, the Ogre Queen, have defeated the great Ms. Marvelous!”
They stood there for several minutes, the Ogre Queen smiling victoriously, the heroine helpless within her arms. The young blonde leaned back against her captor’s body, relying on it for support. Her head fell back atop the black woman’s right shoulder. Her eyes closed and her breath came in pants. Her firm breasts pointed upwards, swollen nipples protruding through the shear fabric of her costume. The photographers did as they were instructed, snapping off several dozen pictures of the defeated super-fem and her captor.
“Now return to your newspapers!” the Ogre Queen finally commanded. “Publish the pictures on page one in tomorrow’s editions. Let everyone know that the Gangrel rule the Dark Water! No one gets in our way, do you hear? No one!”
The black stretch limousine pulled away from the curb. Its owner, the Ogre Queen, sat in the back and wrapped her arms across the shoulders of the two helpless heroines.
“Ah, yes,” she said deviously. “This is wonderful. Better than I could have hoped.” The unconscious M-Girls sat on either side of the queen, their heads resting lightly on her shoulders. One was blonde, the other a brunette—Both beautiful, both sexy, and both helpless. “I would rape you myself,” the Queen assured them, “and enjoy doing it. But the King-B has commanded that I bring you to him. For some reason, he seemed particularly interested in you—Ms. Marvelous most of all. I do not know why—It seems that he may be familiar with you, though he would not elaborate. Whatever his interest in you might be, I am sure that he will reward me appropriately for capturing the two of you.
The villainess pulled the girls tighter against her body and allowed her eyes the pleasure of roaming across their slender yet voluptuous forms. The brunette sighed softly, obviously suffering from the butt plug that remained in her ass. “You should be thankful to me,” the black woman suggested to her unhearing captive. “Glacier would have done much worse to you had I not intervened.”
The blonde, too, was obviously under some physical duress. Despite the gag tied around her head and over her mouth, the muffled moans of the distressed super-fem were clearly audible. Even while unconscious, it was clear that her body was sexually aroused by the expanded ceramic device buried deep in her anus. The girl’s breasts had become engorged with blood and distended beyond their normal size. Her nipples were hard as stones and protruded distinctly from beneath her skin-tight costume. A patch of moisture could be seen growing at the base of her crotch. It would not take much to make her come, the Queen knew.
Both girls were tied. Elle’s rope had been cut into sections and used to bind them. Each girl had her legs bound tightly together by loops of rope just above and below the knees. Their wrists were
strapped together in front of them. Longer lengths of rope ran from their wrists down and through their legs. These lengths went under and behind them, pressing tightly against their crotches and running upward through their butt-cracks and across their backs. The ropes were tied off around the girl’s throats, acting as leashes and discouraging any undue movements of their hands. It was a simple yet effective system of bondage—If the girls tried to use their hands, they would end up choking themselves.
It had been all to easy capturing them, the Queen thought. Glacier had used his freezing power to subdue the brunette. In addition to the butt-plug, he had abused her in other, equally personal, ways. The Queen laughed as she recalled her young subordinate’s enthusiasm for the job—When she had found him, he was literally torturing the poor girl, bringing her time after time to the brink of her climax before pulling back, pausing, and then beginning the process again. In the end, the tormented heroine, her gorgeous pussy visibly trembling with pre-orgasmic palpitations, could simply endure no more. She had passed out right there on the floor.
The blonde, too, had been an easy score. Though a good fighter and very strong, the stories of her weakness to sensual stimulation had proven to be correct. Once the ceramic tube had been inserted into her ass, the powerful super-fem had become as docile and helpless as a kitten. The Queen’s laugh grew louder as she replayed the memory of walking the defenseless blonde the length of the fashion show walkway and showing her off to the world. It had, indeed, been a glorious moment.
“Ah,” the Queen said coyly to her prisoners, “but the fun is only just beginning. We are going to have a great time, you two and I. A great time, to be sure!”
The drive to the Queen’s destination was not a long one. The limousine completed the last part of the journey by crossing Purley Bridge, a deteriorating steel structure that extended halfway over the water at an especially wide spot in the river. At the end of the bridge was a small island that had once been, in years previous, home to Purley Enterprises, a significant import and export business known for trafficking in valuable gems. The company had long since gone bankrupt, but the abandoned buildings on the island now made for an easily defensible hideout.
The Ogre Queen’s limousine swept past several armed guards and pulled into a converted warehouse that served as the headquarters for her Gangrel organization. A large sliding door closed behind the vehicle, hiding the outside world from view. Her gang, many of them battered and bruised from the events that had taken place earlier in the evening, had arrived minutes before. They waited patiently for their boss to emerge from the long black car.
Clubber stepped up to the limo as the car came to a halt. He grabbed the handle of the rear door and opened it so that his queen could exit. When she did not immediately do so, he leaned over and peered inside. The sight of the ferocious looking black woman sandwiched between two gorgeous, white, super-heroines brought a smile to his pot-marked face.
“Looking good, Ogre Queen! I wouldn’t mind getting some of that action, myself.” The Queen pushed the two girls aside and stepped out of the vehicle. She glanced briefly at the large man holding the door but continued forward, toward the rooms that lay beyond. As she strode away, the Queen spoke to her lackey over her shoulder.
“They are not for the likes of you, Clubber, at least not yet. You and Hank take them to the King B’s antechamber immediately. Tell the King that I will join him shortly. The rest of you proceed to the armory and continue with our plans. We have wasted too much time in dealing with these girls. Refrain and Lomac are the real threat. We must finish our preparations. We must complete the Nullifier Bomb.” “As you command, my Queen.”
Clubber watched as the rest of the gang, minus Hank, departed. He was a big man, possessing a barrel chest and biceps the size of cinder blocks. With difficulty, he squeezed inside the open door of the limo. He grabbed the violet-garbed heroine first and roughly pulled her from the car. He casually tossed her limp body to his equally large and brutish associate.
“Here you go, Hank. I know you like brunettes.”
He returned to the car for the second heroine. He paused and gazed upon her incredible physique. He licked his lips lustfully as he eyed her long legs and rounded hips. “I, on the other hand, prefer blondes.”
Clubber slid his hand between the unconscious girl’s thighs. She was reputed to be bulletproof, he remembered, but her lightly tanned skin felt as soft and warm as silk linens on an autumn evening.
She moaned softly as he tested the firmness of her perfectly shaped breasts. He flicked her nipples through the thin fabric of her costume with his thumb. Oh, man, he would like to fuck this girl! He would like to peel that costume off of her slender body and--
“Hey, let’s get going!” Hank shouted from outside the car. “You heard the Queen. She wants us to take these two up to the King-B right away.”
Clubber cursed under his breath but knew that his associate was right. The Ogre Queen herself had given him an order, and it didn’t do to go against the Queen’s wishes. “Right! Just give me a second.” The big man examined the super-heroine a final time. Her costume was so tight it seemed to be painted on. He could see every line and curve of her incredible body. The ropes and gag binding her made her all the more appealing.
“Maybe the King will save some of you for me,” he stated hopefully to the unconscious girl. “Yeah, the King is a tough man but he’s fair. If I ask him, he might give you to me after he’s done with you.”
Clubber copped one last feel on the defenseless girl’s right breast and then extracted her from the car. He and Hank smiled at one another as they stood there, each holding a beautiful young woman by the back of the neck in front of them.
“What the heck were you doing in there?” Hank asked with a mischievous grin.
“Same thing you were doing out here, I reckon.”
The two men laughed. “Yeah. We’ve got a great job, you know?”
Clubber slapped his helpless captive on the rear. “Yeah, I know. A great job.”
“Mmmpphhh mmpphht!”
“Huh? What was that?”
Hank’s eyebrows raised. “I think it was the blonde. I think she tried to say something.” “What should we do?”
“I wouldn’t worry. She’s all tied up. Take the gag out and let’s see what she wants.” Clubber’s left hand squeezed tighter around the back of the girl’s neck. His right hand pulled the gag from her mouth and lifted it up and over her head.
“Now don’t try anything,” he warned the young beauty. “We took you down once and we can do it again.”
Ms. Marvelous worked her jaws in an effort to get some moisture back into her dry mouth. “You took me down? As I recall, you boys slept through most of the fight. Elle trashed you good.” Hank shook the brunette’s limp body in front of him. “Yeah, but she won’t be doing any trashing now. She’s totally out of it!”
“Mmmmppphhh!”
Hank looked at his captive in surprise. “What the fuck? Did she just say something?” The hint of a smile formed on Ms. Marvelous’ lips. “I think she said that you are a dumb motherfuck--”
“Shut your yap!” Clubber shouted from behind her. “You two my be hot stuff and all, but you ain’t doing nothing with those ropes around you.”
Ms. Marvelous flexed her powerful arm muscles. The sound of ripping cord was like music to her ears. “You mean these ropes?” she asked while holding the torn coils up in the air. Clubber’s face went pale as he realized that he held a fully recharged lioness in his hands. Her legs were still tied, but he doubted that this fact would do much to hinder a woman that could lift two tons over her head and move faster than a cheetah.
“Maybe we could talk about this?” he asked while relinquishing his hold on the back of her neck. “You mean like we talked about you feeling me up?”
“I was just playing around. Honest, I didn’t mean anything by it. It was all in good fun!” “Well, allow me to show you my idea of fun. It starts with me forming my fingers into a tight little fist and--”
Clubber let out a shriek. He had been beaten up twice in the last week by these little wildcats and he wanted nothing more to do with them. “You’re crazy!” he shouted as he turned and ran. “You’re fucking crazy!”
Ms. Marvelous watched in amusement as the big man lumbered for the exit. He made it through the door with surprising speed for a man his size. She watched him go and then turned toward Hank. The remaining thug was white as a ghost. A trickle of drool dripped from his open mouth. Ms. Marvelous crossed her arms and motioned to him with her eyes. Taking her meaning, the big man suddenly realized that he still held Elle. He quickly pulled his hands away and smiled sheepishly. Then, like his associate, he bolted for the door.
The blonde super-fem watched him go and then stepped toward her dark-haired friend. She removed the gag. She untied the ropes. In moments, the two heroines stood alone beside the limousine, completely liberated of the bonds that had held them.
“Should we go after them?” Elle asked while motioning toward the exit.
Ms. Marvelous shook her head. “No, I don’t think that they will be coming back. And we have bigger fish to fry.”
“The King-B?”
“Right. If he is so anxious to meet us, then I think we should oblige him. What do you say? Are you up for it?”
“I do not know—Glacier did a pretty good number on me. I am fairly weak at the moment.” “As am I,” Ms. Marvelous confirmed.
“But the ropes. I thought--”
“It took all of my remaining strength to break them. In fact, I am quite sure that I would not have been able to handle both Clubber and Hank. Fortunately, my bluff paid off. But my strength should return quickly enough, once I get this foul device out of my ass.”
Elle reached behind her own ass and slid her hand beneath the fabric of her violet costume. She grimaced as she pulled Glacier’s butt-plug from her sore hole. She glanced at the hideous thing before throwing it to the ground. “As shall mine. And after we have rested, we shall get our revenge on the Gangrel, once and for all.”
The two heroines, rested and ready, cautiously explored the converted warehouse. It was a large building with many rooms and passageways. Potential danger lurked around every corner and door. Until they became more comfortable with their new surroundings, they decided, they would attempt to remain as stealthy as possible.
First and foremost in their minds was finding the mysterious King-B. He was the leader of the Gangrel gang, higher up in the hierarchy even than the Ogre Queen. If they stopped him, the two women were confident, they would stop the gang.
As chance would have it, though, the two female crime fighters first came across the armory. They paused just outside the open doorway, their attention diverted by the activities within. A number of gang members had gathered within the large room. Some of these were by now familiar to the heroines—Tigora and Stretch were here, busying themselves with the assembly and repair of several automatic rifles. Scarface and Boxer assisted them by stacking crates of ammunition nearby. Rocket launchers and grenades, organized neatly on large shelves near the walls, could also be seen. “It looks like they are preparing to go to war,” Elle whispered.
“The Refrain crime family has a similar arsenal, no doubt,” Ms. Marvelous answered. “Can you imagine the devastation that will occur if these two gangs meet head to head in an all out battle? There is no telling how many innocent people might be injured or killed. The property damage alone will be staggering.”
The golden-haired heroine nodded. “And if the MCT gets involved it will be all the worse. It could be the greatest disaster to hit Megapolis in years.”
“Then we cannot allow it to happen. As much as I detest Refrain and his goons, not to mention the MCT, we must grasp the opportunity that has been placed before us. We must destroy the Gangrel and put a stop to their malevolent ways.”
“I agree—Wait, who are those others, the ones in the white lab coats?”
“Hmm… They appear to be scientists of some sort. It seems that they are working on something rather intently. Yes, some kind of device or something. If only we could get a closer look.” Ms. Marvelous looked above her, toward the high ceiling. “I may be able to arrange it. Care to hop on my back and go for a ride?”
Elle followed her friend’s gaze toward the ceiling and smiled. “You are thinking that those girders might make a good vantage point for viewing the action?”
“If we are careful, I think we should be able to make our way across the top of the room to the air vent directly above the scientists. All we need to do is get up there, and I think that I can take care of that.”
Elle approached her friend from the rear and wrapped her arms around Jody’s shoulders. “Lead the way, you flying fool.”
“The Nullifier Bomb is almost ready!” the first of the scientists stated excitedly. “It will not be long now!”
“Yes, I wholeheartedly agree!” the second scientist replied. “Once it has been placed in the sewers beneath Don Refrain’s downtown office building, all that shall remain is to detonate it. And poof—Just like that, our problems with Refrain and his organization shall be over!”
The first scientist cackled madly. “What is your new estimate for the zone of effect?” “I recalculated the numbers just this morning. Based on the tests we performed last week and our new understanding of how the nullifier effect operates, I would say that the zone should encompass a sphere with a radius of at least a kilometer.”
“Ah, magnificent! Such an extreme explosion will completely wipe the minds of everyone caught within the blast zone!”
The second scientist nodded in confirmation. “All memories and knowledge will be completely erased. The people will suffer no outward damage, but they will become like blank slates, unable to remember even who they are!”
“Don Refrain’s crime family will be utterly destroyed! It is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!” “And it is all due to the girl!”
“Oh, please! Abyss played only a small part in our design. It is you—You are the brilliant one!” “No, no! I insist that you take the credit! You are the brilliant one!”
“No, you!”
“You!”
“Ok, it is me! I am the brilliant one!”
“No! It is me!”
“Me!”
“No, Me!”
The M-Girls, unseen and unheard, made their way down from the ceiling and back to the floor beyond the armory door. The sound of the scientist’s mad laughter could still be heard behind them. “A Nullifier Bomb?” Jody asked. “What the heck is that?”
“I do not know, my friend,” Elle replied. “But it sounds insanely dangerous.”
“To say the least. And if it really does has a blast radius of a kilometer, think of the number of innocent people that could have their lives destroyed by the mad device.”
“It does sound like overkill, but I suppose the Gangrel feel that they have no choice. Don Refrain’s crime organization is probably too large and powerful for them to attack directly, regardless of how many mutants they have helping them.”
“Indeed,” Ms. Marvelous agreed. “Do not forget, Refrain has mutants working for him, too. Gravestone and Heatwave come to mind. There are probably others. And no amount of automatic rifles and rocket launchers will guarantee victory against such a well-organized group. I fear that the King-B,
whoever he is, has decided that his only chance is to resort to a drastic terrorist action like using the Nullifier Bomb.”
“We cannot allow him to detonate the bomb in downtown Megapolis. We must stop him at all costs!”
“So what are we waiting for? Let’s go find the villain and put an end to his dastardly plans!”
The two female warriors paused outside a pair of large wooden doors. They had witnessed the Ogre Queen pass through only moments before. This had to be the place, they decided. This had to be the King-B’s antechamber.
Acting as one, the super-heroines lifted their boots and slammed powerful kicks against the heavy doors. The sound of splintering wood filled the hallway as the doors gave way and crashed inward. “So much for stealth!” Elle shouted.
The women strode confidently into the richly adorned room. A plush Oriental rug lay atop lacquered cherry flooring. Comfortable black leather chairs and sofas formed an informal reception area around a glass coffee table. Floor lamps near the walls bathed the room in a soft, warm light. Farther into the room sat a large wooden conference table. The table was surrounded by yet more chairs.
Opposite the table was a wall made entirely of tinted glass panels. The colossal window was curved slightly to provide a panoramic view of the river and city beyond. In front of the window sat an enormous wooden desk. The top of the desk had been polished to a fine finish and seemed almost to sparkle. It was bare of everything but a small notepad, a pen, a desk lamp, and a telephone.
At one end of the desk stood the ferocious looking Ogre Queen. At the other end, looking completely out of place, was a young, redheaded, girl. Neither seemed surprised by the heroines’ dramatic entrance. Behind the desk, hidden in the shadows, his bald head silhouetted in the dim light of the window, was the man that both heroines knew must be the King-B.
The pair of beautiful super-heroines stepped forward but suddenly paused. “Whoa!” Elle exclaimed. “Did you feel that?”
“You mean that weird sensation?”
“Yes—A light-headed feeling. I wonder what it could have been?”
“I don’t know but it seems to have passed. Be on your guard.”
The two women stepped closer to the desk. Ms. Marvelous spoke first. “The King-B, I presume?”
“I thought you said they were bound and helpless, Shakata.”
The Ogre Queen stared at the two heroines malevolently. “It would appear that they found a way to free themselves. No matter—I will call the troops and we shall subdue them quickly enough.” “We will not need the others, my African princess,” the King replied. His voice was deep, menacing, and, Jody thought with discomfort, somehow familiar. “We can handle these troublesome women ourselves.”
“You are very confident for someone standing face to face with the M-Girls. But if you think that the Ogre Queen will be able to protect you, then you are wrong.” Ms. Marvelous looked at the Queen in disgust. “There are no innocents for you to turn into monsters here, villainess.”
“I will not need my ogres to defeat you this time, foolish girl. Your fate has already been sealed.” “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I shall finally have my revenge for what you did to me,” the man behind the desk snarled. “And I shall once again have the pleasure of screwing your sweet pussy.” Jody was taken aback. “What? Have we battled before? Who are you?”
The man chuckled deviously. He slowly leaned forward and raised a hand to the desk lamp. He flicked the switch, casting his features in a bright glow.
Jody’s eyes quickly adjusted to the new light and then opened wide in surprise. The man’s face was as black as coal. His eyes were dark and fierce. A thin scar ran the length of his right cheek. “Bullets!”
“That’s right, it’s me. I’m back and better than ever.”
“But how? The last time I saw you, you were running for your life with Don Refrain’s henchmen hot in pursuit. How did you become the leader of a gang of mutant criminals?”
Hatred for the blonde heroine burned from the black man’s face. “After you destroyed the Reavors and drove a wedge between Don Refrain and me, I was forced to go underground. The only way for me to get back on top was to form a new organization. I didn’t have the resources to hire large number of men—Most of the Reavors were either dead or on the run and the Boss Woman was in prison—so I decided instead to use a small number of powerful mutants to achieve my goals.
“I took on the alias of the King-B to protect my identity. It was easy to recruit mutants into my new gang. All I had to do was give them the opportunity to get back at the normals.” Bullets motioned toward the Ogre Queen. “Shakata was the first to join my cause. She and her associates represent my interests on the outside. I remain in the background--organizing, recruiting, and planning. Now, after months of preparations, I am finally ready to exact my revenge on that fat piece of shit, Don Refrain. He’s got a new boy, Prince Lomac, but I’ll take care of him, too. Nothing can stop me.”
“So, you’re really going to use the Nullifier Bomb? You’re really going to hurt thousands of innocent people just to get back at Refrain?”
Bullets grinned, showing a mouthful of gold plated teeth. “So you know about the bomb, huh? Well, I suppose that it doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to stop me. I was kind of hoping that I could get lucky and catch you in the blast, as well. Kill two birds with one stone, if you know what I mean. But having you here is even better. I’m going to turn you and your foxy home girl into my sex slaves.”
Ms. Marvelous smirked. “Sorry to disappoint you, but that is not going to happen. And I will not allow you to use the bomb, either. Your reign of terror ends tonight!”
Bullets stood from his chair. His six foot eight inch height towered over the two heroines. He wore a black leather vest, open down the middle. The chiseled muscles of his massive chest bulged from underneath. The huge, piton-like bicep of his right arm flexed as he reached inside the vest. When his meaty hand came back out, it held a Palm-Pilot sized black box. On one end of the box was a short antenna. On its front surface was a large red button. The button was covered by a clear plastic shield meant to prevent it from being accidentally pressed. The shield was held in place by a small latch that was in turn activated by a key at the top of the device.
“I hate to break it to you, lover, but there isn’t a damn thing you or your sexy friend can do about it. As we speak, Glacier is making the final preparations beneath Refrain’s headquarters. The bomb will go out in the morning. Even now, my lab boys are attaching a timer to it. When I activate the timer with this remote control device-- from a distant location, of course-- the clock will start ticking down. Sixty seconds later—Ka-boom!”
Ms. Marvelous placed her hands on her hips and stood up to the larger man defiantly. “Like I said, I will not allow such a thing to happen. I have the power to stop you. You cannot beat me.” Bullets returned the remote control device to his pocket and smiled. “I did it twice before. You were a good fuck, as I recall.”
The blonde heroine’s cheeks burned red in anger and shame at the memory of being raped not once, but twice, by Bullets. And to her dismay, she could feel her body beginning to react to his presence. It was an aftereffect of the Sartak, she knew, an uncontrollable physical reaction that prompted her body to be sexually responsive to men that had taken her before. Already, and though he had not laid a finger on her, she could feel her loins growing warm. Her breasts were perking up. Her nipples were hardening. It was as if her body, acting with a mind of its own, wanted to accept this evil man as a lover rather than the enemy that he truly was.
“You had large numbers of thugs to help you in both instances, Bullets. This time, it’s just you and the Queen. And I have a friend of my own. The odds are a lot more even.”
The Gangrel leader eyed his beautiful foe’s firm breasts. Through the sheer fabric of her skintight costume, he could see her nipples beginning to protrude outward. He, better than anyone else, knew the secret to overcoming her great strength. He had been the first to discover it. He had been the first to use it to defeat her.
“But don’t forget about Abyss,” he said while motioning to the girl standing on his left. “She may be only sixteen years old, but she has already insured my victory.”
“What do you mean? Surely you will not hide behind a child? In any case, I certainly will not fight her.”
Bullets stepped out from behind the desk. The Ogre Queen took up a position next to him. “All you must do is fight us.”
“I thought that you would never ask. Elle! Are you with me?”
The violet-garbed beauty answered without hesitation. “Let us get this over with and then go take care of the bomb. These two should be no problem. You take Bullets while I deal with the Ogre Queen!”
“Right! Let’s get to it, then!” The gorgeous blonde crime-fighter backed into the middle of the room and took a fighting stance as her larger opponent stepped out from behind the desk. She watched him approach and was puzzled by his overconfident demeanor.
“What trick do you have up your sleeve, Bullets?” the champion of Megapolis demanded. “Surely you know that you can’t compete with me one on one?”
The big black man flashed his golden grin. “Don’t be so sure, super-bitch. The smart money is on me.”
“Then have at it!” the athletic heroine shouted. “Feel my wrath!”
Ms. Marvelous stepped forward and drove a straight right at her adversary’s large chest. Her fist impacted squarely with his sternum and—
“Ouch!” the heroine exclaimed while pulling her injured hand and wrist away. “It feels as if I punched a brick wall!”
Bullets laughed mockingly. “Like I said, the smart money is on me. Now, be a good girl and turn around. Spread those long legs of yours and let me fuck you.”
“Never!” The female warrior attacked again, this time delivering a side-snap kick to her foe’s left arm. The blow landed solidly and caused the big man to flinch. Still, the result of the kick was far less than the heroine had expected.
“How is this possible?” she asked in amazement. “How did you acquire such strength? Have you discovered a way to augment your abilities? Have you found a way to become super-powerful?” Bullets rubbed his bruised elbow but continued to smile. “It is not I that have changed, you stupid girl, but you! Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel that you are no longer super-strong?” Ms. Marvelous looked at her hands in disbelief. “What? What do you mean?”
“Your powers have been nullified! At the moment you entered this room, you were reduced to your original, pre-mutated state. You are no longer a super-heroine! You are now just another stupid blonde wearing a tight leotard!”
The beautiful heroine’s face was a mixture of shock and bewilderment. “But how? I don’t… I don’t understand…”
The King-B laughed loudly. “Didn’t you wonder how a man like me could control a group of powerful mutants like the Gangrel? After all, any one of them could single-handedly wipe me out, if they chose to do so. But I have a secret weapon and her name is Abyss. Yes, that’s right—The redheaded girl that you so heroically refused to fight is really an exceptionally powerful mutant.”
Ms. Marvelous looked toward the girl. The redhead remained near the end of the desk, her eyes lowered as if she did not wish to witness the happenings around her.
“Abyss possesses the power to nullify any mutation,” Bullets continued. “She can steal your powers away in the blink of an eye. You must have felt it? The light-headed sensation that you experienced when you entered the room? Yes, that was the power of Abyss.”
“And the Nullifier Bomb? You created it using--”
“Yes, that’s right! My scientists were able to study the way that Abyss’s power operates. It was an expensive and time-consuming effort—Nearly all of the profits from our drug-trade went into the experiment. But the Nullifier Bomb is the result. Building on another of the girl’s powers—that being her ability to wipe away memories—we were able to construct the most devious weapon ever devised. The Nullifier Bomb will completely obliterate Don Refrain’s crime organization with a single, devastating blow. The Gangrel will become the most powerful drug syndicate in the city!”
The gorgeous heroine furrowed her brow in determination. Powers or not, she had to stop this madman. “You are insane! You will be destroying the lives of thousands of people! I will not allow it!”
“There is nothing you can do, you powerless whore! I, the King-B, will soon rule all of Megapolis!”