“There is nothing that you can do to stop me, your powerless whore! Tomorrow, I will explode the Nullifier Bomb beneath Don Refrain’s headquarters and destroy his organization! I, the King-B, will rule Megapolis!”
“You’re crazy! You will be destroying thousands of innocent lives!”
“As I will now destroy yours, Ms. Marvelous. Without your powers, you are nothing. I will beat you easily!”
“We’ll see about that, you monster!”
The athletic super-fem leapt toward her larger foe and delivered a double-handed chop to the base of his neck. She followed up with a snap-kick to his gut. Her movements were fast and agile. A knife-hand strike to the side of his head backed him up. A crescent kick to his face staggered him. A front thrust kick to his stomach bent him over. A knee-lift to his forehead sent him reeling backward into the large desk.
“I may not have my usual strength, Bullets, but I still have my martial arts training! It may take me a little longer, but I will beat you in the end!”
The big man regained his balance and let out a snarl. He wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Bah! My momma used to hit me harder than that!” He came at her with a rush, swinging his massive arms in wide looping arcs that she barely avoided. The beautiful heroine countered with a leaping reverse turn kick that was aimed for her foe’s head. Even without her powers, it would surely end the fight, she hoped. She had performed the difficult maneuver many times in the past, never realizing how much she depended on her super-agility and strength to pull it off. Now, without her usual amazing physical attributes to aid her, she felt clumsy and slow. Her leap was not quite as high. Her timing was not quite as good. The kick came up short by several inches. As she landed, her foot slid out from under her and she toppled to the floor in a heap. Pain stabbed through her right hip.
“Hah!” Bullets exclaimed in glee. “Nice move!”
Jody reverse somersaulted just in time to avoid a stomping kick. She rolled to her feet and backed away. Her breathing was heavy. Fighting without super-powers was a lot tougher than she remembered it. If the fight went on much longer, Bullets would eventually wear her down. He would eventually land one of those slow, powerful, punches and knock her silly. He was six foot eight, two hundred and eighty pounds of sheer, furious muscle. Thanks to the power nullifying abilities of Abyss, his strength now dwarfed her own. The situation was not good.
Ms. Marvelous knew that she needed to do something dramatic. She needed to land a debilitating blow. She needed to end the fight as quickly as possible, before she became exhausted. She needed to deal Bullets some serious hurt.
The heroine resumed her fighting stance. She allowed her bigger opponent to close the space between them. She allowed him to think that she was taking a purely defensive posture. In fact, a strategy was formulating in her head. She would wait for him to attack, then counter with a devastating move of her own. She would strike him where he—where every man-- was the most vulnerable.
Bullets fell into her trap. His meaty right hand formed into a massive fist. He attacked with a wide, looping, punch that seemed to whistle as it cut through the air. The heroine ducked under the blow and slid to her left. She waited for him to turn and then stepped forward. Her right foot arched through the air beneath her, swinging like a pendulum. The kick picked up velocity as it approached the impact area. She put everything she had into the effort. Her target was his groin. She would drive his balls up to his neck—
At the last moment, Bullets pushed his hands downward. He caught the beautiful girl’s ankle and stopped her boot mere inches from his vulnerable nuts. He held her foot in front of him and gave her a mocking wink.
“Nice try, super-bitch!”
“Oh, you!” Jody screamed in frustration. “Let go of my leg!”
“Whatever you say!”
The big man gave the slender heroine’s long leg a tug before releasing it. She fell into him clumsily. She tried to squirm free as he wrapped his massive arms around her narrow waist. She struggled to push him away as he lifted her off the ground. She slapped at his face as he buried his knuckles into the small of her back. She beat on his shoulders as he squeezed the breath out of her lungs.
Ms. Marvelous gasped in pain as her powerful foe constricted her body within his huge arms. It felt as if her ribs were being broken. Her spine screamed out in pain. She struggled to break free, striking at her captor’s face and boxing his ears, but he refused to release her. The bear hug was locked in tight.
The gorgeous heroine cried out as the big black man applied yet more pressure to her aching back. Her breath came in short gasps. Her legs, bent at the knees, straddled either side of his massive body and struggled to find some small bit of leverage from which to push off. Her head fell back. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts upward. Her nipples were in front of her attacker’s face, vulnerable and exposed.
Bullets eyes opened wide in pleasure as he saw his adversary’s magnificent tits only inches from his mouth. Her struggles were lessening with each passing moment—He knew that he had her. He raised her weakening body slightly higher on his chest and took her left nipple between his lips. He pulled at the bud, trying to arouse it. His tongue lapped across her small cup. The thin fabric of her costume was hardly noticeable as the nipple hardened between his lips.
“You’re mine, super-bitch,” he whispered between suckles.
The girl moaned but did not otherwise protest. Bullets knew that she was finished. He shifted her weight entirely to his right arm, freeing his left hand to join in the fun. His fingers danced across her right breast, prodding, kneading, and massaging the soft flesh. He could feel the round mound firming up beneath his touch, swelling with blood and increasing in size.
The young heroine tensed within his grip. She raised her head and looked him in the eye. Bullets sensed that she was preparing herself for an escape attempt. He squeezed her body tight against his own with his powerful right arm. She whimpered. Her head dropped back. Her body relaxed. She was finished.
Bullets resumed his assault on the defenseless heroine’s chest mounds. His lips and tongue continued to torment her left nipple. He could feel it swelling within his mouth. The bud stood at attention like a little soldier, jutting forth from beneath the sheer fabric of her costume like a small, hard, pebble. Her right breast, massaged relentlessly by the knowing fingers of his left hand, likewise responded in the way he had hoped. It was all too easy, the big man decided. The beautiful heroine was so oversexed that she melted like an ice cream cone in an oven. Yeah, a sexy vanilla cone in his big, black, oven.
Without her Caantonium induced super-powers, the heroine’s athletic, five foot nine inch, one hundred and thirty pound body was no match for her much larger opponent. She struggled for a moment longer before going slack in his arms. Her limp form pressed tightly against his huge chest. Her arms fell to her sides. Her long legs slipped downward and dangled beneath her, her toes several inches above the ground. Her head fell forward and rested against the left side of his face, her angelic features hidden from view by her long golden hair.
Bullets’ python like right arm tightened its grip around the slender heroine waist. He supported her weight easily, pressing her body against his bare chest. He enjoyed the way her swelling breasts, covered only by the ultra-thin fabric of her tight costume, felt in his mouth and beneath his fingers. Her nipples were hard and warm. Her hair smelled good. She moaned softly into his left ear. The feel of her, the smell of her, the sound of her—He was quickly becoming aroused.
“I told you, super-bitch. I told you that you would not be able to stop me.”
The King of the Gangrel loosened his hold on the now defenseless heroine. He walked back toward the desk, carrying her limp body easily. He was pleased to see that the Ogre Queen had had no more difficulty in subduing the brunette heroine as he’d had with the blonde. The violet-clad beauty was on the floor at the Queen’s feet, squirming helplessly, a bullwhip wrapped around her neck, struggling for air.
“I’m going to fuck this girl,” Bullets stated flatly. Still holding his defeated victim, he reached down and opened the top drawer on the left side of the desk. Inside was a small control panel. He
pressed one of the buttons on the panel and watched as a chain lowered from the ceiling in the middle of the room. At the base of the chain were two sets of manacles.
“You are so evil!” Shakata hissed playfully while kneeling beside her violet clad captive. The Dark Queen’s hands worked quickly, removing the young brunette’s thigh-boots one at a time from her long legs. The girl protested and tried to crawl away, but a harsh tug on the whip-leash ended her struggles. The Queen removed her long gloves next. Finally, and without ceremony, the costume itself was stripped from the girl’s body.
“There!” the evil Queen said to her now naked captive. “That’s much better!”
The lithe brunette squirmed atop the hardwood floor and struggled for breath. Her fingers clawed vainly at the coils of rawhide wrapped around her throat.
Bullets looked on approvingly. “Tonight, I get my revenge against this meddlesome super heroine and her unlucky friend. Tomorrow, I get my revenge against Don Refrain. All the pieces are falling into place.”
The big black man snarled into the face of his defeated adversary. His right hand slid up her back, running across her bare skin lustfully. He grasped the fabric of her costume at the point where it tapered away from her shoulders. With a sinister smile, he jerked it up and over her head. The special material stretched easily as he pulled it down over her shoulders and across her breasts. He allowed her limp body to fall toward the floor. He held her aloft at knee level, her half-naked body held above the ground by the costume that he still gripped in his hand. She dangled there, barely conscious and completely unable to defend herself, her back arched and her arms and legs limp, her head and golden mane of hair drooping backward toward the floor.
Bullets dropped the defeated girl onto the ground and proceeded to peel the costume away from her body. He pulled it down and across her waist. He pulled it over her hips. Her slender arms came out of the sleeves, leaving the costume turned inside out. He pulled it down and over her long legs and then removed it from over her feet before tossing it aside like a dirty piece of laundry. He proceeded next to peel away her tight fitting boots from her lower legs and feet. He tossed them on top of the costume.
Bullets stood above the naked girl, his feet straddling her shoulders, and looked down on the angelic features of her face. “You won’t be needing this anymore,” he snarled while reaching down and grabbing the corner of her mask. He peeled it from her face slowly, revealing for the first time the entirety of her lovely features. Her half-opened eyes looked back at him through a cloudy daze. Her cheeks were flushed pink due to the exertion of the battle and the shame of her defeat. Her parted lips took in large, quick breaths. Her swollen breasts heaved as she tried in vain to recover from the punishment she had been dealt.
The bulge in Bullets’ pants grew painfully large. He undid his belt and unzipped. He allowed his huge man-member to drop from his crotch and expand. No longer restricted by the fabric of his denims, the long black muscle quickly began to grow. The super-heroine looked up at it in terror and remembered how it had felt inside of her those many months before, when he had twice raped her. She had never thought that she would see him again—Even the nightmares, which for so long had tormented her sleep, had begun to fade. The image of his scarred face and the memory of what he had done to her visited her less often during the night. She had beaten him, after all. She had beaten him and destroyed his gang of Reavors.
But now, he was back. And though her body was racked with confusion and pain, she could not help but feel the erotic sensations stirring inside of her. Once again, her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Ready, even willing, her body seemed to understand what was to come and was not entirely displeased by the knowledge.
Ms. Marvelous struggled to speak as her strong male adversary took her by the wrists and easily lifted her limp form off the floor. “No… please do not… do this…”
“It’s too late for that, super-bitch. The last time we met, I made you my whore. I sold you for ten dollars to anyone who wanted you. But this time—This time I am going to keep you all for myself. I know how it works with you. I know that once you have an orgasm, your powers fade away. Even without Abyss, I can keep you as weak as a kitten for as long as I want. All I have to do is fuck you every now and then. And baby, considering how hot you are, that won’t be any problem.”
Bullets carried his helpless captive to the center of the room and lifted her arms over her head. One after the other, he shackled her wrists to the chain. When he let her go, she was left dangling, the tips of her toes barely touching the ground.
The Ogre Queen nodded in approval and lifted her own captive off the floor. She carried the naked brunette to the chain and raised her arms. Because Elle was a few inches shorter than the blonde, it was necessary to lift her off the ground while shackling her. In the end, the two super-heroines dangled face to face from the chain, their firm breasts and lithe bodies pressing together. “Jody… I’m sorry… I tried but… I could not…”
“It’s ok… I’m sorry, too.”
Ms. Marvelous felt the large hands of her attacker on her hips. He spread her legs and lifted her up. He pulled her hips back and supported her thighs in the crook of his elbows. She felt him sliding between her legs. Her body tingled in fear and anticipation. “Oh, god… no… please no…”
Her eyes closed tight as the tip of her adversary’s stiff cock made contact with her exposed nether lips. He spread her with his fingers, revealing her love hole and clearing a path for his monstrous tool. She grimaced and tried to squeeze herself off to him. He entered her, gaining two inches almost immediately, barely squeezing his huge knob inside her moist pussy.
Bullets was not entirely displeased by the resistance. “We can play this game all night long, super-bitch,” he said from behind her. “In the end, we both know that I will win.” Jody felt the pressure increasing on her pussy as her attacker tried to force his way deeper inside. He may have defeated her in unfair battle, she decided, but he would not gain entry into her box. She would not be raped by this brute! She would not—
Suddenly, the fingers of her deranged opponent began furiously rubbing her exposed clit. The blonde beauty moaned loudly as a series of intense sensations flooded across her body. Her concentration was momentarily broken. She gasped as her foe’s large tool penetrated another inch inside her vulnerable hole.
“No… I won’t let you…”
The fingers massaging her clit continued to rub her without relent. There was nothing tender or patient about Bullets’ approach. It seemed that he wanted to bring her off as quickly and as violently as possible. The gorgeous heroine clenched her teeth in an effort to fight off the sensations that were quickly sweeping across her chained body. Her clitoris was reacting to the stimulation with an immediate and intense response. Blood was flowing into its bulb and increasing its sensitivity. The little nub quickly swelled to its maximum size.
“Stop… Oh god… stop…”
Ms. Marvelous moaned again as her foe’s cock slid another inch inside of her quickly lubricating pussy. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold him out. It was becoming increasingly impossible to withstand her own arousal. From deep in her loins, the beginnings of an orgasm began to build. How long could she deny him, she wondered? How long could she—
She felt the forefinger and thumb of the man wrap around her swollen clit. He rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers, causing yet more powerful sensations to rock her body. The virtuous heroine knew that she could take no more. Her resistance faded like a shadow from the light. She moaned loudly as the huge cock of her foe slid fully inside her burning pussy. He sheathed it to the hilt and slapped her ass with his meaty paw.
“Yes! I told you that I would win. I told you that I would make you my sex slave!” The blonde beauty closed her eyes in despair and gave in to the erotic sensations taking over her slender form. He was pumping in and out of her relentlessly, now, filling her aching pussy time after time with his huge muscle. His fingers continued to massage her sensitive clit violently, as if determined to make her climax first. Even in this, Jody knew, she would probably lose. Her body was on fire. The orgasm within her was reaching the point of no return. She would not be able to hold out for much longer. She could come at any moment. If Bullets wanted her to reach a climax first then there was not much that she could do to deny him.
The heroine knew that this was it. She knew that she was defeated. Bullets would have no mercy. He would fuck her time and time again, keeping her weak, keeping her helpless. He would keep
her as his sex slave, perhaps sharing her with his gang, making her endure all kinds of sexual torture. Her career as a crime fighter was over. This was the end.
A thought occurred to her, a desire to grant her conqueror as little satisfaction from his victory as possible. She would not, she decided, give him the pleasure of hearing her scream. She would remain silent as she climaxed. She would not acknowledge the passionate burning that she felt inside. She would not—
Bullets’ thumb penetrated her anus. It drove inside her past the first knuckle and caused a new wave of erotic sensations to course through her overtaxed body. He wiggled it about within her ass, causing even more sensations. She could stand no more. She could not resist—
“Aaaaagggghhhh!”
Her orgasm exploded over her body like a bomb, wracking her slender form up and down and from side to side. Her scream echoed through the antechamber like a death throw. Her body convulsed atop her tormentor’s long sex rod, rocking her world over and over again. The spasms seemed to go on forever and when the last, uncontrollable, shudder ran its course, her drained and exhausted form fell completely limp.
Bullets smiled with pleasure but did not slow his assault. He continued to ram his power rod in and out of the helpless girl without pause. He continued to rub her clit furiously. He continued to probe her aching anus.
“We’re just getting started, bitch!” he threatened. “I hope you brought you’re A-game, ‘cause we’ve got a long way to go. This is for the Reavors, baby-- Every last one of them!” “Stop this immediately!” Elle shouted. “You are going to kill her!”
“She can take it!” Bullets snarled back. “I’ve done her before, remember?”
“Hang in there, Jody,” the beautiful brunette whispered into her friend’s right ear. “Hang in there and we will find a way out of this mess.”
Ms. Marvelous tried to answer but the attempt at words was interrupted by her own moans. Her naked body rocked against Elle’s as the King-B continued to ram his monstrous shaft in and out of her relentlessly. Elle wanted desperately to do something, to somehow help, but she was as helpless as her friend.
The shackles were too tight and too strong. Her arms were suspended above her head by the chain. Her toes barely touched the ground below. Her athletic body was stretched out to its full, gorgeous, length, and without her super-powers she had absolutely no chance to escape.
“You will pay for this, you bastard!” she shouted at the big black man behind Jody. “I swear to god, you will pay!”
Bullets laughed derisively but did not slow his assault on the defenseless blonde’s hindquarters. “Big words for someone about to be reamed!”
“What? What do you mean--”
The chained brunette felt someone moving in behind her. The strong hands of the Ogre Queen wrapped over her hips. “Get away from me, you bitch!”
“Now, now,” the evil Queen replied coldly. “Settle down and try to enjoy it. There is absolutely nothing that you can do to prevent it.”
Elle squirmed as the hands of the Dark Queen spread her butt-cheeks. Her eyes opened wide in surprise as the tip of a rubber strap-on made contact with her hole. “What are you doing? What kind of monster are you?”
“Not a monster,” the Queen responded with a chuckle. “Just a woman who thinks that men should not have all the fun. This dildo is one of my favorite toys. It makes me feel powerful as I ram it into sweet little tarts like you.”
“You evil bitch--”
Elle’s protestations were cut short as the knobby head of the slender rubber dildo penetrated her anus. A thin layer of lubricant oil had been spread across the shaft of the device, easing the difficulty that it would have in piercing her. Still, the fit was as tight as it was painful. It was also highly erotic. After little more than a minute of having the head of the device inside her hole, Elle, already weakened and made vulnerable by the assaults of Glacier earlier in the evening, was ready to give in to her fate. Her protests came less often and then ceased altogether. Her moans became louder and more frequent. Her
breathing became labored. Her anal muscles began to relax, allowing the dildo to slide farther inside her aching hole. The Ogre Queen worked her over patiently, slowing withdrawing the device before pushing it in yet again. With each new stroke, she penetrated a bit deeper. With each new thrust, she drove the shaft of the strap-on farther inside.
Elle’s head slumped against that of her blonde friend. She did not struggle or protest as the Queen thrust the strap-on forward and applied more pressure. The dildo slipped further inside the defenseless brunette’s ass. The twelve-inch shaft was now buried a third of the way up its length. The beautiful young brunette moaned softly as her tormentor’s hips gyrated back and forth behind her. Whatever strength remained in her athletic body slipped away. She was at the mercy of a merciless attacker.
Elle’s strength of will, bombarded by wave after wave of erotic sensations, began to crumble. She had endured too much and in too short of a time. Her eyes closed and she drifted into another world, a world of sexual fantasy in which she was no longer a pinnacle of strength, no longer a beacon of justice, and no longer a super-heroine. She was still beautiful, her body still long and athletic, but she was like a helpless child, defenseless and weak. She was vanquished and taken captive, forced to serve her new conqueror. He used her constantly, ravaging her body with his hands and tongue, pillaging her womanly treasures with his monstrous man-saber. He was a young stud with never-ending endurance. He took her time and time again, his hunger for her flesh never satisfied and his lust for her body never fulfilled. His name was Glacier and she called him ‘Master’.
“No!” she cried out in angst. “I am not your sex-slave! I am not your whore!”
But the boy’s sexual energy knew no limits. He screwed her over and over again, driving his huge cock deep into her burning pussy. Her resistance melted away like ice against an open flame, evaporating into nothingness as he repeatedly had his way with her. Her body belonged to the boy, she knew. But worse, her mind was now prepared to surrender to him. Like the devil stealing away a soul, so Glacier stole away the essence of Elle Mental.
The exhausted brunette reached her climax violently, her tortured body bucking and pulling against the chain. Her moans resounded loudly through the room, causing the Ogre Queen to grin like a madwoman.
“Holy shit!” the villainess said while trying to restrain the convulsing girl. “This bitch is totally horny. For a moment I thought she had passed out, but now she is coming all over me!” “Mine is almost there,” Bullets replied while increasing the tempo of his pelvic thrusts into the helpless blonde. “Almost… there… Now! There she blows!”
Sure enough, Ms. Marvelous raised her head and let out a loud scream. Her second orgasm rushed over her body with incredible intensity. For several long moments, both captives came as if one, their combined sexual energy filling the room with heat and aroma. Their womanly juices dripped unhindered from their sopping pussies and formed small puddles of moisture on the floor beneath them. Finally, their strength depleted and their orgasms spent, the two beautiful super-fems collapsed against one another. Their bodies, slick with perspiration, dangled limply from the chain and rubbed against one another. Their swollen breasts pressed together, raising their mutual body temperatures and increasing, if it were possible, their sexual arousal. Soft moans escaped their lips as their tormentors continued to abuse their overly stimulated sex organs. But for their moans, though, they now seemed completely oblivious to the world around them.
The Ogre Queen grew bored. “Are you done yet?” she asked while withdrawing the strap-on dildo from Elle’s ass.
“Nearly… done” the King-B said through gritted teeth. He thrust his massive cock into the helpless blonde one last time, ramming it forward until his balls slapped against her crotch, then blew his wad deep within her wet pussy. He let loose stream after powerful stream of his seed before crying out with a glorious cry of triumph.
Bullets remained behind the defeated heroine for another thirty seconds, his sex-rod still sheathed within her abused hole, his hands still gripping her ice skater thighs. He breathed deeply, taking in the aroma of her sweaty body and love juices. Finally, he withdrew and allowed her legs to fall toward the floor. The girl’s limp body dangled from the chain as if lifeless. Her eyes were closed. Only the soft whimpers escaping from between her flushed lips indicated that she had survived the ordeal.
The King-B wiped his still-stiff cock off on Jody’s hip and looked derisively at her brunette friend. He spoke to her, even though the girl had passed out and could not hear him.
“See? I told you that she could take it. She’ll give me days of good loving. And you too—Your sweet little ass should make for a nice change every now and then. But first I have to go to the armory and make sure that my plans are proceeding on schedule. It shouldn’t take long. And when I get back, we’ll continue our party.”
The King and Queen shared a laugh as they exited the room. Their captives remained behind— Beaten, chained, raped and helpless.
“Elle?”
The weary brunette heard the voice calling her name but did not want to open her eyes. Her arms ached. Her shoulders hurt. Something was biting into her wrists. Her head felt heavy, as if a burden for her neck. No, she just wanted to rest. The pain would go away if she continued sleeping. “Elle, wake up.”
The voice was soft and reassuring. It seemed familiar. “Let me sleep, Jody. I don’t want to get up.”
The voice became more insistent. “Elle! You must wake up, now. Bullets and the Ogre Queen could return at any moment.”
Her eyes opened a crack. “What? Where am I? What’s going on?”
“It will be ok. Just wake up. Please, I need you.”
The exhausted super-fem raised her head. She forced her eyes to open further. Jody’s beautiful face was directly in front of her own. The blonde’s cheeks were flushed and her hair disheveled. “Oh, geez… Now I remember…”
“We have to escape these shackles. My powers have not yet returned fully, though it should not be much longer. It seems that Abyss’s nullifying power wears off with time.”
Elle blinked and tried to force the cobwebs out of her mind. She peered up at the steel shackles and chain that bound her wrists and held her suspended off the ground. They looked pretty strong. “Your powers? But I thought that you… well, you know…”
“Climaxed?”
“Uh-huh. At least twice, as I recall. I feared for your life. I know how vulnerable you are to sensual attacks. I know that you go into shock and lose your powers.”
The blonde champion frowned. “I usually do. But not this time. For some reason, the Sartak never came over me. I had two orgasms, but I did not lose my powers.”
“I wonder why?”
“Maybe because I did not have any powers to lose. Abyss’s nullifying ability must have done more than simply steal away our powers. It must have turned us into normal women.” “And normal women do not suffer the effects of the Sartak?”
Ms. Marvelous nodded. “Right. In any case, I can feel my strength returning, though slowly. Your powers should also return. If only we can escape before the King-B returns. If that beast gets his hands on me again, I fear that I will not be able to resist him. I will be finished.”
Elle tested the shackles. “I’m not sure that I could break these on my best day, much less a day like this. If you cannot free yourself before he returns, we are both goners.”
The two M-Girls looked at each other in despair. Ms. Marvelous tried to put on a confident air, but Elle could see the fear in her eyes. “My strength is returning,” she said quietly, “but only slowly. I don’t know how long it will be before I can get us free. I don’t--”
Suddenly, a girl’s voice spoke from the shadows. “Can I help?”
The two women, surprised that they were not alone, looked for the source of the voice. “Abyss? Is that you?”
The redheaded girl stepped into the light. “I can help you, if you want. I nullified your powers, but I can return them. I can make you strong again.” The girl closed her eyes and waved her hand in the
direction of the two baffled super-heroines. She smiled meekly as she opened them again. “There, all done.”
Ms. Marvelous felt a light-headed feeling overtake her. The sensation lasted only a few seconds and then it was gone. She looked at the girl suspiciously, then back at the shackles. She flexed her arms and was pleased to see the steel bands around her writs bend. She flexed again, this time using more strength. The three links of chain that held the bands together strained. Encouraged, the super-heroine put all of her amazing strength into a third effort. For a terrifying moment the chains held fast and the blonde super-fem was unsure that she would be able to break them. Finally, though, her efforts were rewarded by the sound of snapping metal.
No longer suspended by the chain, the naked heroine dropped to her knees and breathed heavily. The effort required to break free of the shackles had sapped nearly all of her newly regained strength.
“What’s the matter?” the red-haired girl asked. “You should be as strong as ever.” “My body has endured a great amount of punishment, tonight,” Ms. Marvelous answered while holding her head in her hands. “Even before the fight with Bullets, I was weakened by my battle with the Ogre Queen. I guess that I did not have much strength left when you nullified my powers.” “Ah, yes,” the girl said with understanding. “I can only return that which was taken. I am sorry that I cannot help further.”
Jody stood and reached toward the shackles holding her friend. Working together, the two heroines were able to free the lithe brunette.
“But why do you help us at all?” Elle asked while retrieving her costume from the floor. “I thought you were one of them. I thought you were a Gangrel.”
Abyss seemed hesitant to reply. “I guess I am. Or was… Now I am not so sure. When the King-B found me I was little more than a street-urchin, roaming from place to place, living on handouts and digging through dumpsters for my dinner. I was on the run from the MCT. I had blanked the minds of some of their agents but they had developed a new type of helmet gizmo that protected them from me. It would only be a matter of time before they caught up to me, I knew. But the King-B—Bullets—said he would protect me. He said he would give me a home and make me part of a family.
“At first, everything was great. The other mutants treated me well and Bullets rarely asked me to do anything other than accompany him and occasionally help him to discipline one of the others. With me around, the Ogre Queen and the other mutants did not dare to challenge his authority. I might have been satisfied serving him in that way, but I soon came to realize what an evil beast he really is. You are not the first women to be shackled and raped within these walls. If you only knew the things that I have been forced to witness!”
Abyss paused, her eyes moistening at the memory of the awful events she had seen. “He never harmed me, but it soon became clear that I was to play a significant role in his grandiose plans. I learned that his real reason for wanting me around was so that his scientists could study my powers and develop the Nullifier Bomb.”
The girl stepped closer to the two heroines. “You have got to stop him! He is totally crazy. He is obsessed with getting revenge on his old boss, Don Refrain. He will stop at nothing. If he sets off the Nullifier Bomb under downtown Megapolis, tens of thousands of innocent people will have their memories erased forever. You have to understand, I didn’t mean to help him! I didn’t mean to--”
“It’s ok,” Jody said reassuringly. “Everything will be alright. But you should leave this place. Go quickly and never return. Elle and I will deal with Bullets. We will put an end to his wicked plans.” “Be careful!” the girl warned. “The King-B has many tricks up his sleeves. The remote control device for the bomb is not the only thing that he carries in his pockets. He has gas pellets and other items—Items of a more, how can I say it? Personal nature? Dildos and butt-plugs and things. And he talks about you a lot, Ms. Marvelous. He hates you almost as much as he does Refrain. He frequently speaks about the things he plans on doing to you. You are the reason he carries those things in his vest pockets. He wants to use them on you. And he is utterly ruthless—Destroy the bomb, if you can, but do not confront him directly.”
The M-Girls watched the girl depart the antechamber. They finished dressing in silence, each hoping that the other would have an idea or plan. The idea of fighting the King-B and his gang was not
very appealing—Yes, some portion of their amazing powers had returned to their weary bodies, but the girls were not in good shape. They had been thoroughly fucked and abused. Though exhausted, their lithe bodies still tingled with unwanted erotic excitement. Their tender pussies were still wet. Their sensitive nipples were still swollen. It would take very little to again arouse their passions, each knew. And if they could not win the mental battle, how could they hope to win the physical one?
Ms. Marvelous positioned her mask above her nose and flattened it against her cheeks and brow. As always, the thin piece of black fabric adhered comfortably to her skin. She looked at her friend, knowing well that they faced long odds but knowing too that together they made a formidable team. “We cannot let this opportunity go by the wayside, Elle. We have to stop the Gangrel before they carry out their terrible plan.”
The beautiful brunette nodded in agreement. “Then let’s do it. Let’s show them what the M Girls are made of!”
The two heroines stood just inside the door of the armory. They had hoped it might be empty but most of the gang seemed to be on hand. The Nullifier Bomb remained where it had been before, on the table near the back of the room. Bullets and the Ogre Queen stood nearby, talking quietly to the two scientists.
“Well,” Elle said with a shrug. “At least they have not yet taken the bomb into the city.” “Yes,” Ms. Marvelous agreed, “but it would have been nice if we didn’t have to fight the entire gang to get to it.”
“They do not seem overly pleased to see us.”
“Let’s see, who would you prefer to take? Stretch and Scarface or Tigora and Boxer? It matters little to me as long as I get another shot at Bullets in the end.”
“I’ll take the cat woman and Boxer,” Elle decided. “And leave the Ogre Queen to me. I owe that bitch for what she did to me.”
Jody nodded in agreement and leapt forward. Scarface met her attack head on and quickly found himself overmatched. A jolting kick to his ribs sent him reeling into the table of ammunition. Boxes of cartridges were overturned and scattered across the floor. “Skank!” he shouted in anger. “I’ll make you pay for that--”
The big man’s words were cut short by a chop to his throat. He went down like a sack of potatoes but seemed to have some life left in him. “Damn!” the blonde heroine cursed in frustration. “I must be weaker than I thought. That blow should have finished him!”
Her disappointment at being unable to knock the brute out of the fight was compounded by the fact that Stretch was entering the fray. The rubber man’s arms reached for her from several feet away. She slapped at them in an effort to avoid being grabbed but failed and was forced to watch as the tentacle-like things wrapped around her shoulders. Not satisfied with merely grabbing the young beauty, Stretch mentally commanded his elastic fingers to immediately make a beeline for the girl’s protruding nipples. He could see, as could everyone in the room, that the gorgeous heroine’s wonderful breasts were still distended and, he hoped, sensitive from the punishment they had endured in the King-B’s antechamber.
Stretch simultaneously pinched both of the girl’s swollen buds between his thumbs and forefingers. He was, by now, well aware of her weakness to erotic sensations. He intended to use that weakness to subdue her. But why use just four fingers when he had ten?
Ms. Marvelous gasped her bizarre opponent’s remaining fingers slithered down across her body and quickly made their way toward her wet love hole. She grimaced in tortured agony as her hard nipples were pinched yet again. She moaned helplessly as her foe’s arms began reeling her in, drawing her body closer to his.
He pulled her close to his emaciated figure and ran his long tongue up the length of her throat. He flicked it off her chin and tasted her moist lips. He forced it inside her mouth and French kissed her deeply. His tentacle-like fingers moved across her body and completed a webbing of mutant flesh that
held her immobile. Fingers prodded at her engorged breasts. Fingers groped her abdomen and pubes. Fingers slid beneath the bikini bottom of her costume and probed her womanhood. The desperate heroine jerked her head side to side in a vain attempt to free herself of the foreign tongue that had invaded her mouth. He tried to force it down her throat and choke off her air supply. Ms. Marvelous found herself growing weak. Her body could not take much more of this, she knew. She had already endured so much—The strength was draining from her once-powerful body like water from a sieve.
The beautiful super-fem moaned softly and nearly surrendered to the hopelessness of her situation. Scarface was back on his feet. The big man moved in close behind her and took a hold of her slender waist. He held her steady with his left hand while using the right to pull her long blonde hair away from her neck. He tilted her head and licked her exposed throat. His right hand moved lower on her body and roughly grabbed one side of her ass.
“Kick me around, will you?” he snarled into her ear. “Well, now it’s my turn!”
The big thug pressed his tongue into her ear. The heroine’s eyes closed and her body went limp in her attackers’ arms. There were two of them, one in front and one behind. She had one tongue in her ear, another in her mouth. Her tortured nipples were on fire. Her tormented pussy was sopping wet. Her slender body was weak and defenseless. Her will was nearly broken. There were too many fingers. There were too many erogenous zones. She could not help it. She could only endure so much.
“No…” the once proud champion moaned from the center of the man-sandwich that enveloped her. “Please don’t… I surrender… Please don’t… screw me… again…”
Elle Mental narrowly dodged the wicked talons of her cat-like foe for what seemed like the umpteenth time. It was difficult to battle such an aggressive opponent in the confined quarters of the armory, but maybe, she decided, she could use the restricted space to her own advantage.
“Is that the best you can do, Kitty?” she asked mockingly. “You missed me by a mile!” “I’ll tear you limb from limb!” Tigora screamed back furiously. The half-feline rushed forward like a mad-woman, narrowing the space between her and her prey. Her claws shot forward with incredible speed. “Now I have you--”
Tigora’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the violet clad super-fem leapt away at the last possible moment and her razor sharp claws tore instead into the belly of her associate. Boxer’s guts spilled out of his mutilated abdomen like limp noodles from a steam cooker. He tried vainly to hold them in place with his hands before collapsing dead on the floor.
“Boxer?” the chagrined tiger-woman asked. “Boxer, are you--”
A stiletto-heeled boot snapped into Tigora’s face and sent her sprawling across the room. The back of her head slammed into a crate of rocket launchers, shattering one of the wood planks. She slumped to the floor and passed out.
“That was almost too easy,” the victorious heroine declared while brushing herself off. “Perhaps you would care to try a more difficult challenge?” a voice hissed from behind. Elle spun on her heels. “Ogre Queen! I was hoping to get another shot at you!”
“And I you,” the Queen answered with a smile. The ferocious looking black woman grinned and parted her black cape, revealing that the strap-on dildo was still in place. The slender piece of molded rubber was positioned menacingly over her crotch, in the precise location where a man’s natural tool would be. At twelve inches long, though, it seemed particularly frightening.
“You are a monster!” the virtuous brunette cried out in horror.
“No, not a monster,” the Dark Queen replied. “I am simply a woman that should have been born a man. Raping you again will be a pleasure.”
“A pleasure that you shall not have!” the heroine insisted. “I am not powerless and chained, as I was before.”
“It does not matter, silly wench. Prepare yourself to be humiliated!”
The Ogre Queen moved forward with the speed of a mongoose and wrapped her hands around the surprised brunette’s throat. Her thumbs crossed over the girl’s windpipe and pressed down, choking
off her air supply. She forced her victim backward into a wall and then used her superior strength to hold the girl stationary.
“I have you now,” the Queen hissed victoriously.
Elle gasped for air. Already, after only seconds within the choke hold, her head was beginning to spin. She grabbed at the Queen’s wrists in a vain attempt to break the hold. She tried to lash out with her legs and kick her attacker away, but the blows seemed to have little effect. She just was not strong enough, the young beauty realized. She was just not strong enough to win in this contest.
The beautiful brunette’s struggles lessened. Her hands fell to her sides and dangled limply. She remained upright only because her opponent held her against the wall. Through half open eyes, she looked past the Queen’s right shoulder and saw that Ms. Marvelous was faring no better. “Oh, god,” she thought gloomily, “we have made a terrible mistake. We were far too weak to get past the Gangrel. We never had a chance.”
The Ogre Queen removed her fingers from around the barely conscious girl’s throat and watched in amusement as she slumped to the floor. The girl sat there, at her feet, propped against the wall, her head tilted forward and the back of her hands resting on the ground. Her unbelievably long legs, bent at the knees, were stretched out in front of her, beckoning the Queen to slide between them. “Now for that pleasure we were talking about--”
The Dark Queen leaned over and took Elle’s ankles in her strong hands. She stepped back, pulling the defenseless girl away from the wall. She spread her legs and slid between them. She pulled the heroine’s costume to the side, revealing the opening to her sweet pussy. She adjusted the angle of her hips and positioned the dildo—Her first pelvic thrust buried the device nearly to its hilt within the helpless girl.
Elle moaned loudly as the rubber device entered her wet hole. She tried to raise her arms and strike out at her evil attacker, but there was no strength left in her. She remained flat on the floor, her legs spread and her humiliation complete.
“No… I beg you… no more…”
The Ogre Queen ignored her pleading victim and continued to thrust the twelve-inch dildo in and out of her sopping pussy. With each new thrust and exit, the girl’s juices flowed freely out of her hole and dribbled to the floor. Her over-abused pussy was absolutely dripping. From the way she was panting and moaning, the Queen knew that the defeated heroine would reach her climax very soon.
“It seems that you are enjoying this as much as I am,” the Queen shouted with a laugh. “What do you say we spice it up even more?”
The dark villainess leaned forward and grabbed two handfuls of Elle’s violet costume. She pulled the sheer Tekskin material to the sides violently, ripping an enormous hole from one side of the heroine’s chest to the other. Elle’s newly freed breasts jiggled as her body was shaken. It was a sight that the lesbian queen could not resist. Her hands clamped down on the firm mounds and gripped them roughly.
Elle moaned in unwanted erotic ecstasy as her body was ravaged. Her tortured pussy was screaming for relief as the Queen’s hips repeatedly slammed the long dildo in and out of her hole. Waves of sensations, a mixture of pain and passion, reverberated through her body as her relentless attacker drove her fingernails into the flesh of her aching breasts. It seemed that time was standing still—Elle no longer knew who or where she was. She no longer knew that she was a super-hero. All she knew was that her body was on fire. All she knew was that she was being fucked out of her mind. She could not take it anymore. She could not hold out any longer. There was no time. There was no— “Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!”
Her screams filled the armory as a monumental orgasm exploded across her tormented and exhausted body. Her back arched, lifting both she and her attacker off the ground. Her legs became rigid. Her fists clenched into tight little balls. She screamed again as the orgasm exploded once more and sent a second wave of powerful sensations bucking across her body. It seemed that there was no end to it. Unbearable spasms rocked her body and mind for an eternity.
“My god!” the Queen exclaimed. “You are an oversexed little tart! I never thought that I would be able to bring you off so quickly!”
Finally, the defeated heroine collapsed back to the floor, her being totally spent. She drifted in and out of consciousness as the Queen continued to fuck her. The dildo went in and out of her abused
hole relentlessly, but Elle no longer cared. This was her life, now, she knew. She was no longer a super hero. She no longer cared about the people of Megapolis or the lives that would be destroyed by the Nullifier Bomb. She was now a purely sexual creature. All she cared about was never-satisfied fire burning in her pussy. All she cared about was the dildo ramming her hole. All she wanted was the next, unstoppable, orgasm.
Ms. Marvelous struggled to gain control of her raging emotions. Her tits were swollen and hard. Her pussy was dripping wet. She was ready and almost willing. She was almost at the point of surrender. She was almost ready to spread her legs and accept the cock of whichever man got to her first.
Stretch continued to knead her firm mounds. His fingers teased and pinched her hard nipples. The thin fabric of her untearable costume provided little protection as he caressed her sensitive cups time after time. It was unbearable, she knew. This was the end and there was nothing that she could do to prevent it.
Other tentacle-like fingers probed beneath her bikini bottom, sliding between her moist nether lips, brushing across her swollen clit, and sometimes diving into her hole. The sensations flooding across her body were almost more than she could stand. From deep inside, an orgasm was building. With it came the velvety embrace of the Sartak, the strength-robbing curse that would reach its zenith just as she reached hers.
It seemed that her eventual climax was inevitable. Her arms dangled loosely at her sides. Her legs were weak and shaky. Her head drooped behind her, onto the broad left shoulder of Scarface. She was pinned between two aggressive attackers, both of whom knew her weakness and seemed intent on making her come. All of her remaining strength was being used up simply trying to fight off the burning sensations flooding across her tormented body. All of her remaining willpower was being used to hold back the orgasm. Nothing was being done to escape. No plan was being formulated. No attempt was being made.
The heroine’s soft moans served only to encourage the efforts of the men assaulting her. Scarface remained in back of her, supporting her weight and holding her steady. His tongue and lips played with her throat, seeking out erogenous zones that she never even knew she had. He was feasting on her, ravishing her, enjoying her. Stretch remained in front, his tongue in her mouth and his fingers crisscrossing her body like a kind of web. She was immobile. She was helpless.
“No…” the brave heroine pleaded. “You must… stop…”
The men ignored her, choosing instead to increase their efforts. Her over-stimulated nipples were ready to explode. Her burning pussy was begging to be had. There was no resistance. There was no fight. She would surrender to whichever man took her first.
The pheromones rising off of the blonde beauty’s skin enveloped the two gang bangers with an invisible cloud of passion inducing chemicals. They were each aroused beyond any rational state of being. They were each hard and ready. They each wanted her desperately.
“Ok, thanks for the help,” Stretch said to his mate after pulling his elongated tongue from the helpless girl’s mouth, “but I have things under control. You can back off, now.”
“Me?” Scarface growled between suckles on the girl’s exposed neck. “Why do I have to back off? You back off.”
“I want this chick for myself,” Stretch replied sternly. “Go find your own bitch.”
“I have found my own bitch. She’s right here in front of me. Now, get lost before I have to hurt you, Rubber Man!”
The two bangers shook the girl’s limp body back and forth between them . Neither wanted to let go for fear of losing ownership of the luscious beauty. The argument went of for several minutes before it was settled for them.
“You bastards, I am not property to be fought over! You will release me at once!” The two thugs ceased their argument and stared at the beautiful captive held between them. “Did you say something, super-bitch?”
“I suppose I should say thank you,” the girl replied. “Thank you for giving me a few minutes to recover. The shaking you gave me did a good job of jolting me out of the Sartak-induced state of shock that I was in. It also gave me enough time to gather my remaining strength and do this--”
Scarface barely had time to see the elbow rushing toward his jaw, much less avoid it. The sound it made impacting off of his face resounded between the armory walls. His hands fell away from the beautiful super-fem’s waist and he was forced back a couple of steps. Two shattered teeth fell from his mouth as he attempted to speak.
“You skank! I think you busted my jaw!”
“There is more where that came from, but first I have to deal with your grotesque friend.” The heroine turned to face Stretch. She raised her right arm and drove her fist into his rubbery face. Though his head snapped back, the blow did not have the desired effect.
“You will have to do better than that, Cutie-Pie,” the uninjured mutant chuckled. “And I just don’t think that you have it in you.”
Ms. Marvelous groaned as her blue-skinned adversary pinched down on her aching nipples. His fingers were still all over her, she knew, and with each passing moment her newfound strength would quickly fade. She had to act immediately to remedy the situation or her moment of opportunity would be forever lost.
“I told you back at the fashion show, Stretch, your powers would not catch me off guard again.” The reenergized super-heroine reached down and grabbed the fingers tormenting her womanhood. Though still constricted within her foe’s elongated hands, her superior strength allowed her some degree of motion. She pulled the fingers away from her crotch and proceeded to tie them into knots. Stretch protested but she was not finished. Grabbing his arms, she pulled his hands away from her shoulders and began wrapping his bizarre appendages around his own body. By the time she was done, all that remained of Stretch Ply was a beach ball sized globe of blue flesh and leather clothing.
“Let me go!” Stretch yelled from somewhere within the ball. “Untie me immediately!” “Go take a hike!” the blonde angel responded. She kicked him with everything she had and watched in amusement as the Stretch-ball bounced out the armory door and into the hallway beyond. Ms. Marvelous turned back to Scarface. “Ok, so I did your jaw—What would you like me to break next?”
The big man held a hand to his aching face and considered making a run after his rubbery friend. But his judgment was impaired. He had been in the presence of the heroine’s pheromone power for too long a time. He could not resist her.
“I am going to stick my dick in you so far that it will split you in two, you stupid ska--” The heroine stepped forward and aimed a punch at the gang banger’s gut. “I am tired of you calling me by that word. And I am tired of you, as well!” The blow caught him cleanly and drove deep into his stomach. Scarface exhaled loudly and dropped to a knee. He clutched at his abdomen, nearly hurled his dinner, and then collapsed to the floor unconscious.
Ms. Marvelous looked down on her fallen foe and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Though she had acted confident and strong, it had been for the most part a bluff. She was in bad shape, she realized. Her body was smoldering with erotic sensations. Her climax was lingering unsatisfied on the brink of fulfillment. It would not take much at this point to push it over the edge--
“Very impressive, super-bitch,” a hard voice said from behind her. “You handled those two like an old pro.”
The beautiful blonde twirled around to face the source of the voice. “Bullets! I had nearly forgotten about you!”
“No problem,” the monstrous black man replied with a smirk. “I would have interrupted those two idiots myself if you had not found a way to escape. You belong to me, after all.” The words of her enemy bit at the gorgeous heroine. It was not entirely untrue when he said that he owned her, she had to admit. Because of the nature of the Sartak, and because he had raped her before, she would always be vulnerable to his advances. And Bullets had not raped her just once—He had taken her three times, including once just a short time before. Even now, simply because she was in his presence, her already aroused body was growing excited. She tried to control the emotion, but it was
difficult. As she stood there, facing him, the young heroine felt that she might have an orgasm on the spot, without him ever laying a finger on her.
Bullets could sense her vulnerability. “You are having a hard time controlling it, aren’t you? Your nipples are hard as marbles. Your pussy is dripping wet in anticipation. Your cheeks are flushed and your soul is burning. You want me to take you. You want me to fuck you.”
Ms. Marvelous watched in horror as her foe undid his pants and removed his huge member from its hiding place. The massive muscle grew quickly, extending outward and standing at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. The heavy shaft was ribbed with veins. The knobby black head was huge and threatening.
“Your friend has already succumbed,” Bullets said while motioning toward the spot on the floor where Elle lay. “You might as well give up, as well.”
Jody looked toward her friend and sighed in despair. Indeed, her dark-haired friend had been defeated. The Ogre Queen lay atop her, repeatedly using a strap-on dildo to rape her. “You bastard,” the remaining heroine said softly. “Tell her to stop. Tell her to get off of my friend.”
The King-B laughed. “It ain’t going to happen, super-bitch. And in a moment, that will be you on the floor and I’ll be the one on top. I’m going to screw you to death, this time.”
He approached her casually, certain of his impending victory. His right hand came forward and clasped her by the elbow. Ms. Marvelous reacted like a true warrior, driving her knee into his midsection. The leader of the Gangrel grunted in disapproval but maintained his hold on her arm.
“Just as I thought,” he said with a snarl. “You are weak—barely stronger than a normal woman. My victory is assured.”
“You are overconfident, Bullets. I still have enough strength left to beat you.”
Ms. Marvelous chopped her foe across the chest with the edge of her hand and yanked her arm away. She stepped back, trying to put some space between them. But her powerfully built foe was fresh—With one long stride he caught up to her and grabbed her by the hair. His right hand covered her face, smothering her mouth and nose and preventing her from breathing. As the Ogre Queen had done to Elle, Bullets wanted to choke the fight out of Ms. Marvelous.
The blonde champion struggled to escape. Her fingers wrapped around the big man’s wrist and pulled his hand away. He cried out as she twisted his thumb. She pivoted on her right foot and planted her hip into his midsection. His weight came off the ground reluctantly, but with effort she was able to pull him over the top and fling him down onto the floor with a nicely performed judo throw.
Once again, the blonde super-heroine backed away. Her breasts heaved beneath her tight-fitting costume as she gasped for air. She widened her stance and prepared herself as the big man got back to his feet. To her displeasure, he did not seem badly injured.
A lustful fire burned in Bullets’ dark eyes. Wrestling with his beautiful nemesis made him horny. He wanted this woman, he knew. Not just for revenge, for he had already obtained that earlier in the evening when he screwed her in the antechamber. No, he wanted her because she was gorgeous, because she powerful, and because she would fight him to the bitter end. He knew the effect that he had on her—Her breasts appeared swollen and heavy. Her hard nipples jutted from beneath her costume like small stones. Her womanly juices stained her bikini bottom and glistened on the surface of her inner thighs. Yet still, with all the odds stacked against her, the female warrior continued to stand up to him. Her eyes were focused. Her face was a mask of concentration. She was still dangerous. That was why he wanted her, he knew. He wanted to break her spirit, to destroy her will. He wanted to force her onto her knees and make her acknowledge his superiority.
Jody could see the change in her opponent. The look of rage that usually dominated his scarred face had changed to one of lust. His massive cock, still standing tall in front of him, was as rigid as an iron rod. His scrotum was swollen with a huge wad. She felt her eyes being irresistibly drawn to his impressive member. Her focus was interrupted. Her concentration melted away.
He attacked, covering the space between them with surprising speed. She tried to dodge away but it was too late. He lowered his shoulder and drove it into her midsection. He tackled her to the ground and fell on top of her dazed form. She tried to fight him off, punching and scratching like a madwoman, but he was too large and too strong. His massive cock slapped down against her bare midriff
and rubbed across her smooth skin. It was hot and distracting. He straddled her hourglass form and forced his heavy shaft higher on her body. He sat on top of her stomach and pinned her arms beneath his enormous thighs. His huge cock lay flat against her chest between her engorged and sensitive breasts.
The leader of the Gangrel grinned down at the blonde champion. He grabbed the fabric of her costume and forced it up and over her breasts. The material gave way easily, stretching to accommodate its new position high on her chest. Bullets eyes flared as he looked down on her swollen mounds. His left hand reached inside his vest and entered a hidden pocket. When it came back out, it held two clothesline clips. He held the clips in front of the struggling heroine’s face so that she could see them. With a wicked smile he slowly moved the clips downward until they were positioned directly above her tits.
Ms. Marvelous gasped as the first clip was fastened to her left nipple. It pinched down on her swollen bud tightly, causing her a brief moment of pain. But the pain was soon replaced by another, far more devastating sensation. A stabbing, erotic, explosion of feeling erupted from her nipple. She moaned loudly and immediately ceased struggling. Her arms and legs seemed to go numb. She could not move. She could hardly breathe. Fighting back was out of the question. The system shock of the Sartak now owned her.
The second clip was fastened to her right nipple. Once again, a wave of devastating sensations flooded over her helpless form. The two clips stood straight above her heaving chest, pointing toward the ceiling above. They became as extensions to her already jutting tits, their every movement causing her to whimper in tortuous agony. Her amazed foe flicked them with his fingers and reveled in the way it made her body tense and lurch beneath him.
“Oh, god,” the heroine moaned. “Please… stop… no more…”
Bullets answered her by cupping the outside of her distended breasts in his hands. He pushed inward on her swollen mounds, causing them to sandwich the massive shaft of his cock. He began gyrating on top of her, moving his hips forward and back, dragging his monstrous tool to and fro across her bare skin. His face grimaced as pleasure swept across his body. He continued to titty-fuck the defenseless girl for several minutes, each thrust of his huge member through her soft cleavage bringing him closer to the release of his wad.
But Bullets did not want to waste his seed on the heroine’s chest. He wanted to spray it inside of her, as he had done in the antechamber. Releasing her tortured breasts but leaving the clips in place, the leader of the Gangrel slid his abdomen down over her hips. He forced her long legs apart and lifted her feet to his shoulders. He held them there, his hands gripping the tops of her knees, and thrust his man dagger toward her bikini bottom. Using his powerful cock alone, he hooked the side of the wet fabric and pushed it to the side of her opening. The thin cloth rolled up there, in the crease of skin between her thigh and womanhood, and remained conveniently out of the way as he pressed the tip of his massive member inside the folds of her nether lips.
Ms. Marvelous nearly passed out as the huge cock of her adversary entered her tight but well lubricated pussy. He slid it into her slowly, enjoying each new inch that he penetrated. The clothesline clips fastened to her nipples swayed in unison with his thrusts. Her arms were free, now, but she had not the strength to reach up and remove them.
The virtuous blonde moaned loudly as her attacker completed his conquest of her sopping pussy. The invading tool pierced her to her limit, filling every part of her love-hole. Her orgasm was nearly ready to crest. It grew within her like an unstoppable force. It possessed a life of its own, like a demon within her, filling her body with unrestrained passion and her mind with every type of dark, sexual imagery.
Her climax was long and tortuous. She had to bite her lower lip to avoid screaming. Her entire body stiffened. Her love juices flowed out of her box in a torrent. Her head was spinning. Her vision was clouded. This was the end, she knew. The Sartak had left her powerless. It would take hours, maybe even days, for her powers to return. And Bullets was not finished. He continued to pump in and out of her, his hips slapping into hers over and over again. She was so spent that she could barely feel him inside of her, but she knew that the respite would be brief. Her arousal would peak yet again, and continue to peak as long as he continued tormenting her. How many orgasms could she take, she wondered? How many climaxes could she endure? Would he fuck her into oblivion? Would he fuck her to death?
The pelvic thrusts of her adversary grew more violent. Her limp body shook with each new penetration. Her head fell to the side and through half-closed eyes she saw the figure of her friend. Elle
was likewise being screwed mercilessly. There seemed to be no life left in her body—Her arms and hands lay limp atop the floor at her sides. Her legs, bent at the knees, were spread wide and did not move. Only the occasional whimper that escaped between her flushed lips indicated that she was still alive. Whether she was conscious or not could not be determined.
“Oh, Elle,” Ms. Marvelous moaned. “I’m sorry…”
The defeated super-fem forced her head up. She looked toward her furious attacker. Sweat rolled off his brow. His face was a mask of torment. He was very close, now, she knew. He would blow his wad into her at any moment.
Something caught her eye behind him. It was the Nullifier Bomb, still sitting atop its table. The two white-coated scientists were still standing there, obviously enjoying the show. “Bastards,” Jody muttered under her breath.
Bullets allowed her lifeless legs to fall to his sides. He leaned over her body and placed his hands beside her shoulders in order to get a better angle for his impending eruption. He sheathed his massive sword to its hilt within her and grimaced. He remained stationary for what seemed like an eternity, trying to hold back his release. It was a hopeless effort. With a final grunt and thrust, he exploded like a jackhammer inside her. Stream after powerful stream filled her already sopping pussy. Their combined love-juices filled her to overflowing and squirted out through the bottom of her slit. “That’s what I’m talking about!” the big man roared.
Ms. Marvelous could barely move. Her legs were distant and numb. Her arms were weak and unresponsive. Her mind was awash with sexual fantasies of being ravaged and conquered. She knew that she might pass out at any moment. But always, in the back of her mind, remained the image of the bomb. How many people would it hurt, she wondered? How much devastation would it cause?
She no longer possessed the strength to save herself. But from some inner reservoir, somewhere deep inside, she found the strength to save Megapolis. She forced her left hand to rise off the floor. She slid it inside her adversary’s open vest. She found the pocket and gripped the remote control device. She held it above her chest.
“What?” a light-headed Bullets asked. “What are you doing?”
The heroine did not answer. She was too weak to speak. All of her strength went into operating the device. She turned the key. She lifted the plastic shield. She pressed the button. “You fool!” a reenergized King-B cried out in rage. He slapped the remote control from her hands. He quickly pulled his cock out of the heroine and got to his feet. He stood over her, an astonished look painted across his face. “You have doomed us all!”
Ms. Marvelous watched with grim satisfaction as Bullets turned and rushed toward the bomb. He screamed at the scientists to disarm it, but they merely shrugged.
“Once activated, the bomb cannot be disarmed,” the first suggested.
“Yes,” confirmed the second, “the timer is already counting down. We only have a few seconds remaining.”
“How large did you say the blast radius would be?” asked the first.
“Approximately one kilometer. There is no point in running. There can be no escape.” “Ah, yes. And the effects? They are permanent?”
“Hmm, yes-- Quite permanent.”
The first scientist frowned. “Eight years of higher education—all wasted.”
“Yes, what a shame. It is unfortunate that such brilliant minds as ours should meet such an end.” Bullets was enraged. He began beating on the bomb with his fists, as if determined to rip it into pieces. “You idiots! You are both idiots! Shakata! Help me! Do something!”
The Ogre Queen lifted herself off her brunette victim and approached the table. “What would you have me do, King-B? The bomb was your idea, not mine. I can no more disarm it than you can.” “But--”
“It is you that are the idiot, you fool. You should have kept the remote control in a safe location until it was needed. You have damned us all.”
Ms. Marvelous took little pleasure from the bickering of her enemies. She looked toward her friend and wished that she possessed the strength to crawl nearer to her. But to her relief, the leggy brunette opened her eyes and looked back. A tired smile came to her lips.
“You did a good thing, Jody. You have saved thousands of people. I only wish that I would be able to remember it in the morning.”
“I can’t believe this is the end,” Jody replied. “I can’t believe that our time as the M-Girls has come to an end.”
“Then do not believe it,” a voice from behind them said. The owner of the voice walked forward, her red hair falling off her shoulders. She stood between the two heroines and raised her hands to shoulder level. She closed her eyes and focused her mutant power. Out of thin air, a glimmering bubble of light took shape around the them. “I will protect you. I will nullify the effects of the bomb.”
The timer on the bomb ticked down to zero. Bullets stopped beating on the device. He looked at the Ogre Queen sheepishly. “Damn--”
The room was filled with a bright light. Elle braced herself, expecting an explosion. There was none. In seconds, it was over. The light faded. She still remembered who she was. She was still Elle Mental.
Abyss lowered her hands and the glimmering sphere disappeared. Ms. Marvelous looked up at her in shock. “You came back?”
The girl knelt next to the blonde champion and gently removed the clothesline clips from her breasts. “The Nullifier Bomb was sort of my fault. They copied my powers to make it. I couldn’t just leave and not take any responsibility. I had to come back. I had to help.”
Elle and Jody leaned against the wall of the armory and tried to make sense of it all. They were both utterly exhausted. Just standing took effort. But they were still alive. And they still possessed their memories. It was more than could be said for the others in the room.
The Gangrel walked about as if in a daze, their faces blank and their lives changed forever. The mutants, Stretch and Tigora, had changed physically—Stretch’s blue-toned skin had reverted to a more normal shade. His elongation powers had apparently been stolen away. Tigora, too, now looked normal. She stood on the opposite side of the room, buck-naked, her fur, whiskers, and claws now a memory that she would never possess.
Bullets was lost and confused. He had no idea who or what he was, though his disposition seemed as mean as ever. At one point he shot Jody a harsh look as if he recognized her, but the moment quickly passed and he walked away, mumbling. The Ogre Queen simply sat and watched the others. She occasionally burst out in random episodes of laughter for no apparent reason but otherwise did not speak.
“So Abyss nullified the Nullifier Bomb, eh?” Elle asked quietly.
“For us, anyway,” Jody answered. “It seems that she projected some kind of force field to protect us.”
“Where is she off to, now?”
“She said something about having relatives down South.”
“What should we do with the Gangrel?”
“I don’t know. I’m too tired to think clearly.”
“I suppose they have received a just punishment for their crimes. Perhaps there is nothing more that needs to be done.”
Jody nodded. “Let’s go home. The Gangrel are defeated and will bother Megapolis no more. It is time for the M-Girls to rest.”
The two women walked through the door and out of the armory. As they left, Elle considered what her friend had said. “Yes, the Gangrel are defeated,” she said to herself. “All but one. Glacier is still out there, waiting. I wonder if— No, I wonder when-- we shall meet again?”