“Well, girl,” Elle Mental said to herself, “it seems that the time of reckoning is at hand.” Her three burly opponents, each a highly trained mercenary in the employ of the Mutant Capture Team, approached confidently. Smitty, the largest of the trio, was at their lead. Close behind were Lusty Eyes, the sergeant with the broken thumb, and Baton Boy, a young private that desperately wanted to impress his more experienced squad mates. Together, the three soldiers had nearly raped her. Now, they wanted to finish the job.
The crotch of Smitty’s blue bodysuit bulged. He had a hard-on that would not quit, Elle observed. She could see the shaft of his hardening muscle beneath the tightly fitting fabric of his uniform. She tried not to stare at it, but it was hard to pull her eyes away. She knew that he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to pull out his massive rod and rape her. “How large would it grow?” she wondered silently.
Her opponent’s growing cock was not the only distraction she needed to overcome. She tried to focus but it was difficult. Only moments before, she had been shot in the posterior with a dart. The drug may not have been powerful enough to drop her, but it was quickly sapping her strength. If she was yet to be victorious in this battle for her virtue and her freedom, she would have to strike quickly.
“I am not done, yet!” she cried while leaping toward the mercenary. “And you shall pay for what you have done!”
The heroic woman’s flight through the air was spectacular. In the blink of an eye, her leap covered the distance between she and her foe. Her right foot nailed him squarely in the chest. With a single, fluid movement, she propelled herself off of his body and toward the other two soldiers. Without touching the ground, she landed two more kicks and sent them both tumbling across the street.
Elle settled back to earth and struck a fighting pose. With one tremendous move, she had knocked her three opponents to the ground. It had been a spectacular display of fighting skill, even for her. Now, with the remaining MCT goons out of the fight, she could turn her attention to the black van and the insolent lieutenant inside--
“Is that the best you have got?”
Elle spun on her heels and looked on in amazement as Smitty rose to his feet. The soldier dusted himself off and snarled in her direction. He appeared to be uninjured. The other two, as well, quickly rose and took up positions around the surprised heroine.
“I guess the drug is having an effect on her,” Lusty Eyes observed.
“No doubt,” Baton Boy agreed. “Nice moves but no power.”
“Let’s finish this!” Smitty declared while charging her.
Elle felt hard knuckles crash against her cheek. A second blow dug deep into her already abused stomach. She doubled over and was flattened by a knee lift. She lay on the cold pavement of the street and looked up at the dark, cloudy sky. Two sets of hands grasped her by the shoulders. The hands lifted her up and returned her to a standing position. They held her steady. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to make them focus. Someone was standing in front of her. It was Lusty Eyes. He reached up and wrapped the fingers of both hands around the collar of her costume. He smiled evilly at her. With a sudden, powerful yank, he pulled downward on the fabric. The sound of ripping cloth filled her ears. The chill of the cool night air raised goose bumps on her naked body.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Baton Boy stated while copping a feel on her left breast. “On your knees, super-slut!” Smitty commanded.
Elle grunted as the soldier kicked the back of her legs and forced her down onto her knees. The three men were on her in a flash, attacking her like wolves going on a feeding frenzy. Hands stroked her bare skin. Fingers probed her pussy and teased her clit. Lips and tongues caressed her nipples. Her ass was pinched repeatedly. Her tits were squeezed and sucked. Three fingers, each from a different man, penetrated and explored her wet box. Even in her drugged, dazed, state, Elle’s arousal quickly grew. Perhaps it was because she was dazed, and therefore unable to fully exert conscious control over her body, that her excitement grew even faster than it might have otherwise done.
“Stop…” the young heroine moaned. “You must not… do this…”
Nearly every square inch of Elle’s darkly tanned skin soon glistened with the moisture of her attackers’ saliva. She was being utterly consumed, she knew. Her pussy was dripping wet. Her clit was swollen beyond all measure. Her nipples jutted outward from her chest like pieces of hard candy corn, beckoning her tormentors to suck on them all the more.
Baton Boy removed his finger from the helpless girl’s pussy. He had a new idea. “Lift her up a bit,” he encouraged his mates. The soldier positioned his police baton vertically beneath the oblivious girl. He used his fingers to spread wide the lips of her eager pussy. “Now let her down… Slowly… That’s it… A little more… There! Let her ride this hard one for a while!”
“Good!” Lusty Eyes said with approval. “That will loosen her up some and get her ready for my big boy!”
The soldiers laughed and joked with one another about which of them had the largest cock. They resumed their feasting on the heroine’s delicate figure. Elle, kneeling but upright, moaned as the tip of the baton penetrated her wet hole. Her femininely juices dripped downward across the thick shaft, lubricating the hard wood and making it possible for her tight hole to accept it. Her foes loosened their grips on her arms, allowing her to slump downward and take in more of the baton. It seemed that she had no strength remaining in her legs—With each nibble on her swollen tits and with each rub across her aching clit, she slumped a bit closer to the ground. And as her ass came nearer to her feet, the baton was forced deeper inside her aching pussy.
Elle moaned loudly as her opponents pulled outward on her knees and forced her thighs farther apart so that she was spread almost as wide as she could go. She would have toppled forward had they not held her upright. The baton pressed itself further inside her hole. Elle felt as if she had been impaled. The thick shaft of the weapon was three inches into her. Her back arched. She stiffened her weakening legs and tried to lift herself off of the thing. But her foes would have none of that—Hands held her upper arms and forced her back down. Once again, the hard shaft of the baton filled her aching pussy.
“No… more…” the helpless heroine whimpered as the shaft slid another inch inside her. As if in response to some silently communicated plan, the three soldiers suddenly stood and lifted Elle off the ground. The baton, slick with her juices, slid out of her tight hole and fell to the street. But her relief was short-lived. The soldiers carried her to the rear of the parked Buick and forced her to lean facedown over the trunk. Elle gasped as her hot, swollen tits were flattened against the cool metal of the car. She tried to move, to raise herself up, but her attacker’s held her in place. The virtuous heroine could not defend herself as the relentless soldiers forced her legs apart. Groping hands held her hips high in the air. She could hear the sound of a zipper being unfastened. Smitty, it seemed, would have the first go at her.
“My ten dollar ho,” he snickered while pressing the fat tip of his loosed cock into her moist hole. “No!” Elle whimpered in protest. “You must not… rape me…”
The feel of the man’s power rod penetrating her receptive box drained all the fight from the young heroine. The soldier quickly rammed her with the full length of his man-muscle, causing her to cry out in a mix of pain and erotic anguish. He thrust his hot rod in and out of her time and time again, not stopping until a powerful climax sent his seed spraying inside of her.
Smitty pulled out of his victim and slapped the wet shaft of his large cock down across her ass. He wiped himself off on her, squeezing the shrinking muscle with his fingers to force every last bit of semen to drip onto her bronze skin.
“Whew!” he said in exhausted satisfaction. “She’s a good fuck.”
Lusty Eyes removed his hold on the heroine’s back and prepared to take his turn. “Shit, Smitty! You call that a cock? Wait until you see my monster--”
Elle heard the sound of a second zipper. Though she was facedown atop the trunk of the car and unable to see her attacker, she could imagine in her mind’s eye the leering smile on Lusty Eyes’ face as he viewed her vulnerable pussy and removed his swelling cock from his pants. She knew that her strength was nearly depleted. The fight had been long and difficult. The drug from the dart had damaged her. She had been sorely fucked by Smitty. But all was not lost, she hoped. Her foes thought her defeated. Lusty Eyes no longer restrained her. Baton Boy’s grip had loosened as he waited for his turn to screw her. They would come to regret their carelessness, she decided.
“No!” Elle shouted in anger. “You will not have me!”
The heroine struggled like a wildcat. The only clothing left on her body was her thigh boots and arm wraps. But though she had been de-costumed and raped, the female champion was still a super heroine. She retained her warrior spirit.
With a twist and a shove, Elle freed herself from the clutches of Baton Boy and raised herself off of the car. She smacked the young soldier viciously on the side of his head, sending him to the ground. Spinning on her right foot, she drove a knee into Smitty’s shrinking man-muscle. The soldier howled as if he had been castrated and crumpled to the street beneath the bumper of the Buick. That left the man with the broken thumb, Sergeant Lusty Eyes. She turned to face him and—
His fist nearly tore her head off. Stunned, the heroine tottered on wobbly feet as the man spun her around and grabbed her from behind. Determined to end the beautiful heroine’s resistance once and for all, he leaned over and placed his right shoulder in the small of her back. Grasping her around the waist and locking his fingers together over her stomach, the sergeant straightened up and easily picked her slight frame off the ground. He held her there, horizontal atop his shoulder, and began torturing her spine with a Herculean backbreaker hold.
“You just don’t know when to quit, do you Elle? Well, so be it! I’ll break you in two if I have to!” Elle cried out in agony as her back arched over the hard shoulder of her foe. Her legs dropped down in front of his chest. Her head and shoulders dangled toward the street behind him. Her hands clutched at his, trying desperately to break his grip around her waist, but it was a futile effort. The pain was excruciating. It was difficult even to breath. Stars clouded her failing vision. Blood rushed into her head. She could no longer feel her feet or legs. One by one, her hands fell away from his and dangled beneath her.
The defeated heroine no longer struggled. Her body, bent like a bow across Lusty Eye’s shoulder, was completely limp. Her long brown hair dangled nearly to the ground. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. Her firm breasts pointed skyward and jiggled with the movements of her victorious foe. Her shapely legs, crossed at the ankles, drooped in front of him.
Lusty Eyes knew that he had won. As his two mates regained their feet and approached, he released his hold around the defeated girl’s waist. Maintaining her horizontal position, he shifted her weight from his shoulder to his right hand. As if to display his strength and amplify the greatness of his victory, he pressed her over his head with one arm. His hand pressed deeply into the small of her back, supporting and balancing the full weight of her body. The spine of her flexible body arched all the more. He held her there for a long time, reveling in the moment, reveling in his victory.
“I have captured many a mutant,” the sergeant stated proudly, “but this is my first super heroine. I am sure that it will not be my last. Even the great Ms. Marvelous will learn to fear me. I am the ‘Super-heroine Destroyer’!”
“That’s enough, Sergeant Steel,” a voice stated through the loudspeaker atop the black van. “The Major just radioed—He wants the mutant brought to the Institute immediately.” The fire in the Sergeant’s eyes slowly faded and he allowed the defeated heroine to drop into his arms. He supported the weight of her limp body easily. “But I have not yet… I mean, I have not taken my turn…”
“Sorry, but orders are orders,” the unseen lieutenant replied. “Maybe the Major will let you have a shot at her in the Games.”
The sergeant’s demeanor changed at the mention of the Games. The glory of his victory suddenly seemed forgotten, replaced with uncertainty. He looked down on the beautiful girl and stammered for a reply. “The Games? Yes, I suppose… I mean I could if I wanted…”
“Hey,” Smitty said sarcastically while turning back to help with the collection of his fallen squad mates, “you are the “Super-heroine Destroyer’, after all. The games should be no problem for a tough guy like you.”
The Sergeant did not immediately reply. His gaze shifted uncomfortably from the naked hellcat that he held in his arms to the bodies of fallen squad mates that littered the street. Perhaps he could defeat her in the Games, he considered. After all, he had been a mercenary for nearly as long as the twenty-one year old girl had been alive. He had served with honor in such dangerous locations as Central America and Southeast Asia. He was easily the best hand-to-hand fighter in his squad--
But the Games held their own dangers. Presumably used by the Major as a means for matching mutants against one another in combat for the sake of studying their powers, the Games had resulted in numerous injuries and even a handful of fatalities. At the least, it was an opportunity to be embarrassed. On the other hand, the sergeant considered, it might be a chance to gain the glory he had for so long been seeking. And there was no rule against rape in the Games—To the victor went the spoils.
“Right,” Lusty Eyes finally replied while shifting his gaze back to the defeated super-fem. “No problem at all.”
Trick Harrison motioned to his brother to hurry along. “Move it, Karl! The dude is almost to his car!”
“Not so loud—You don’t want him to hear us, do you?”
Trick edged his head around the corner of the building while doing his best to keep his two hundred and forty pound body hidden. The man was still there, walking up the side of the street. His long trench coat, pleated silk pants, and fancy black shoes indicated that he was wealthy. That he was here, in downtown Megapolis at night, and alone, indicated that he foolish.
“Naw, he didn’t hear me. He’s reaching for his keys, though. If we’re going to make a move, we should do it now.”
Karl rounded the corner and looked for himself. True enough, the man was nearly to the vehicle, a splendid dark blue Jaguar. “Right! That is one sweet ride. It looks like the Harrison brothers will be styling, tonight!”
The two men stepped into view and walked quickly toward their intended victim. They had pulled this scam a hundred times before, ambushing late-working business executives as they left their office buildings and headed for home. The pickings were good—The executives were powerful men accustomed to giving orders. They rarely considered the dangers that might await once they left the safety of their glass towers. Trick and Karl knew that this man would be no different. His wallet would be fat and his gas tank full.
“Pardon me, sir, but can you spare some change?”
The executive barely glanced at the brothers. “No, I have nothing for you.”
“Please, sir, a dollar?”
The expression on the man’s face changed from irritation to caution as he noted the large size of the two men. “Um, no… I mean, yes, I suppose I can spare a dollar.”
Trick and Karl took up positions on opposite sides of the man as he reached into his pocket and retrieved a folded set of bills. They noticed that the executive’s hands were shaking as he fetched a dollar from the bottom of the stack.
“Yes, here you are. One dollar--”
“We’ll take the wad,” Trick stated coldly. “And your wallet.”
“But this is outrageous!” the executive said angrily. “You cannot expect that I will simply hand over my money--”
Karl slammed his right fist into the man’s gut. The powerful blow folded the executive over and dropped him to his knees. “And your car keys!” the big thug said while ripping them from the man’s hand.
Trick kicked the fallen executive in the side. “I’m not going to ask you again. Give me your damn wallet!”
“Please!” the man pleaded. “Do not hurt me!”
Karl pried the wad of bills out of the man’s other hand. “You had better do as my brother asks, old man. Give him your wallet or he will kill you.”
As if to reinforce his brother’s point, Trick removed a long blade from his coat pocket. “I’ll cut you, old man. I’ll do you in--”
A voice from behind startled the brothers and interrupted their fun. “Not if I have anything to say about, you won’t!”
The surprised thugs spun on their heels and found themselves face to face with a young woman. Their eyes opened wide as they were confronted with her incredible beauty. Their mouths were agape at the sight of her long blonde hair and cover girl face. They were speechless as they looked upon her tall, athletic, figure.
The woman looked back at them through wide blue eyes. The black mask that adorned her face did little to disguise the perfection of her angelic features. A glittering red and black costume adhered itself to her flawless body like a second skin. Her shoulders were broad and strong. The muscles of her arms were lean and hard. Her breasts were firm and round. Her midriff, exposed beneath the tapering fabric of the revealing costume, was flat and chiseled. Her waist was narrow. Her legs were long and powerful. The bare skin of her hips and thighs was lightly tanned.
“Ms. Marvelous!” the two brothers shouted as one.
“The one and only!” the confident heroine replied. “Now, step away from the man and behave like good little boys and you will not get hurt. Otherwise… Well, you know the routine.” “Thank god!” the executive exclaimed while scrambling to his feet. “It is a relief to know that someone is on the job in this city. Lord knows the police are never around when you need them.” The gorgeous heroine watched in amusement as the executive brushed himself off and snorted at the two thugs that had accosted him. Showing no fear, he reached out and grabbed the stolen wad of money, ripping it from the fingers of his assailant.
“Yes, well,” Ms. Marvelous replied, “the police are stretched rather thin since the most recent round of budget cuts. Um, do not forget your car keys.”
The executive nodded and pulled the keys from Karl’s reluctant hand. “Right! Rob me, will you? It is an outrage! Simply an outrage!”
“And do you have a cell phone?” the smiling heroine asked.
“What? A cell phone, you say? Why, yes, of course, and I get your meaning! And I shall be calling the authorities right away. An outrage, I tell you!”
“Perhaps you should wait in your car, then? I’ll keep an eye on these two.”
Ms. Marvelous watched as the fuming executive fumbled with his keys before finally getting the car door unlocked. He slid inside and closed it behind him. Moments later he was on the phone and calling the police.
“Now then,” the heroine asked while shifting her gaze back to the brothers, “you two are not going to try and escape, are you? You should know that I am quite fast and will have no difficulty in chasing you down.”
“We’re not going to run,” Karl replied with a scowl.
“No,” Ms. Marvelous said with chagrin, “I did not think you would. Your kind never does.” Trick waved the knife menacingly in the heroine’s direction. “I’m going to cut your fine body right out of that costume. Then I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked, super-wench!” The young heroine watched in silence as the two men took up positions on opposite sides of her. She remained calm, her hands on her hips. It was altogether typical, after all—Although exposed to her for no more than a few minutes, the two men had fallen under the influence of her pheromone power. Not that she wanted them too, but since the power was uncontrollable she really did not have any say in the matter. But she knew that the pheromones made men, especially evil men like these, react to her presence in a powerfully aggressive and sexual way.
She almost had sympathy for the two thugs. In a fight with her they would find themselves completely overmatched. Injuries were likely. But as surely as they were out of their league, they were also out of their minds. And it was always the same. The pheromones had seduced them and now they would pay the heavy price demanded by her irrepressible power.
“How I wish I did not bear this curse!” the heroine cried silently. “How I wish that men would not lose their senses when in my presence!”
But she knew that there was little point in bemoaning such things. She was what she was. And just as the Caantonium Serum injected into her by the scientists at the Agent-X Program had cursed her with the pheromone power, it had also given her exceptional strength and the ability to fly. She was a super-heroine and a champion of justice. She was the protector of Megapolis and its citizens, people like
the executive. And as she viewed the expression of thanks written on the businessman’s face as he peered out from the car window, she knew that pheromones or no, she would not have it any other way. Trick attacked the heroine from the side, thrusting his knife for her ribs. “At least most men, those with a bit of moral ilk, are able to resist my pheromones,” she thought while deflecting the blade aside. “I catch them looking at me, of course, admiring my figure and all, but they do not act on their primitive impulses. It is just these low-lifes that seem to lose control. And in certain circumstances, the pheromones can actually work to my benefit. A distracted foe is a less-effective foe, after all.” She grabbed the man’s wrist and casually tossed him over with a Judo throw. He landed at her feet but maintained his grip on the knife. “Still, any advantage I gain due to their distraction is often counterbalanced by their enhanced motivation. Though they would be better off running away or surrendering, these thugs often choose to fight to the bitter end.”
Karl approached from behind. A reverse mule kick sent him sprawling across the sidewalk. “It would not be so bad were it not for this damnable weakness of mine, the Sartak. Having a weakness to sensual stimulation is hardly what a girl needs when every thug she meets wants only to fuck her.”
Trick rolled into a crouch and slashed at her legs. Moving with the grace of a she-lion, the blonde beauty leaped into the air and flipped over the top of him, twisting in mid-air and landing behind. Being careful not to use too much of her awesome strength, she slapped him across the back of the head and sent him tumbling into his fallen brother.
“How ironic it is that one of my own powers actually encourages men to attack my only known weakness? I’ll give the Caantonium this, it has a weird sense of humor.”
Trick rose to his feet and helped his brother do the same. As they faced her, the athletic heroine could see that each of the thugs sported an enormous bulge in the crotch of his respective pants. And though she was too modest to admit it, the girl knew that her pheromone power was only partly to blame for the aroused condition of her foes. Surely, her own tremendous beauty, enhanced by the Caantonium as much as was her strength, had some part in hardening the dicks of the men she encountered.
Trick approached and swung the blade in a wide arc at her stomach. Ms. Marvelous knew that she was in no danger—Her skin, though as soft and warm as that of any woman, was virtually impervious to damage. She was bulletproof, not to mention knife-proof. Still, she had been struck by such blades before and did not necessarily care for the stinging welts they could raise on her flesh.
“Let’s take this away before you injure yourself,” the red and black clad angel offered while grabbing the man’s hand as it swung past. With a gentle twist of his wrist she forced the blade from his fingers and allowed it to clatter to the ground at her feet. She kicked it with her foot and it skittered into the gutter beneath the Jaguar.
She twisted his wrist a second time and sighed as the big thug fell to his knees. Despite their size, these two criminals were not much of a challenge. Karl aimed a clubbing right at her head but she caught his fist in mid-air. A squeeze of his knuckles caused him wince in pain and join his brother at her feet.
“No fighting skill at all,” the young heroine bemoaned while looking down on her defeated foes. “At least the police are here to take you off of my hands. Be good little boys and try to stay out of trouble from now on!”
With a friendly wave to the arriving police officers, Ms. Marvelous released her grip on the brothers Harrison and floated upward into the sky. From inside the Jaguar, the executive craned his neck and watched until her slender form faded from sight, thankful that Megapolis had such a guardian angel to keep vigil over its dangerous streets.
“Where is she? Where can Ms. Marvelous be found?”
Elle strained against the reinforced leather straps that held her arms and legs to the surgical table. But even her great strength could not budge them.
“I will… never tell you… Major Justice…”
The Major turned to his associate and demanded an explanation. “Why will she not answer, Doctor? Has the drug not taken effect?”
The doctor was a squirrelly little man in white lab coat. The bony fingers of his right hand scratched nervously at the thinning patch of gray hair on his head. He adjusted the pair of thick spectacles that were balanced atop the bridge of his nose as he considered the most appropriate answer.
“The drug has taken hold,” he answered over a heavy Austrian accent. “But she has a strong will, Major. We must be persistent, yes?”
The Major flicked at the intravenous tube attached to the girl’s arm to insure that it was penetrating a vein. “Can we give her another dose?”
The doctor smiled at the thought. “I think not. It is unlikely that a person even of her tremendous constitution could survive. The outcome would certainly be cardiac arrest or--” “Tell me!” the Major commanded while looking into Elle’s half open eyes. “Tell me what I want to know. Tell me how to capture Ms. Marvelous!”
“No…”
“The girl’s mind is strong, Major. As strong as is her body…”
Major Justice looked up and followed the doctor’s gaze as it roamed across Elle Mental’s gorgeous body. She lay on her back atop the table, her arms strapped next to her sides and her legs stretched out and restrained at their full length. The last remnants of her costume had been long since stripped away and replaced with the standard silver jumpsuit provided to all inmates of the Institute for Genetic Studies. The clothing fit her lithe body tightly, though not so well as had her own costume. It was best this way, the Major knew. With such tight-fitting uniforms, the inmates could not hope to hide weapons or other contraband on their bodies. And in Elle’s case, it provided the added benefit of showing off her spectacular physique—
“Enough ogling of the prisoner, Doctor! For god’s sake, man, she is no more than twenty-one years of age. Are you nothing more than a perverted old man or do you have a suggestion?” The doctor smiled lewdly and again adjusted his glasses. His eyes did not pull away from the girl’s body, however. “As a telekinetic, the subject has a particularly well-focused mind, Major. Her concentration is extraordinary, able even to overcome the drug. Yet if we were to distract her in some way, she might lose her focus and be more inclined to answer your questions.”
“A distraction?” the Major asked while leaning over the table and looking down on the subject. “Ah, yes. I believe that I get your meaning.”
“I will never… tell…” Elle replied without being asked.
“Perhaps you are not as strong as you think, Elle,” the Major insisted. “Perhaps if I ask you in the right way you will be more cooperative?”
“Never! I will never--”
The captured heroine gasped as her inquisitor cupped her round breasts in his large hands and gently pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her silver jumpsuit.
“Tell me! Where do I find Ms. Marvelous?” Major Justice asked again while continuing to knead the girl’s well-formed breasts with his probing fingers. “What are her weaknesses? How may I defeat her?”
“No! I must… not…”
Major Justice ran his hand down and across the girl’s flat stomach. His fingers glided over her pubes. “Tell me!”
Elle tensed as the longest of her tormentor’s fingers pressed downward on the shear cloth of the jumpsuit and forced its way inside her tender slit. She whimpered as it rubbed across her sensitive clitoris.
“Must… resist…”
“A little more…” the doctor encouraged while licking his lips.
The beautiful brunette’s breath came in pants as the finger continued to massage her swelling clit for another two minutes. “Cannot… give in…”
“Tell me!”
“Must not… cannot… resist…”
“It is working!” the doctor exclaimed gleefully.
“Concentration… fading… losing focus…”
“Answer!”
The young heroine’s body suddenly relaxed. The drug completed its domination of her senses. “Yes… anything… I will tell… anything…”
Jody Walker slipped into her stylishly faded blue jeans and pulled them over her hips. She sucked in her washboard abs before buttoning them up. The jeans were super-tight but she liked them that way. Not that she was in the market for a boyfriend, but she liked to show off the shape of her long legs. At least around the house, anyway.
The twenty-two year old beauty lifted the oversized Florida Gators football jersey in which she slept up and over her head before dropping it on the unmade bed. She looked down at her narrow waist and slid her thumbs underneath the elastic straps of her neon-purple thong. She adjusted the straps and allowed them to snap back against the smooth skin of her hips, pleased that they were visible above the waistband of the low-cut jeans. “Very sexy!” she thought.
Jody walked to the dresser and peered into the mirror. She brushed out her long blonde hair, still moist from an earlier shower. She applied a red lipstick and a thin coat of non-smudge gloss to her full lips. The addition of a small bit of eyeliner and a touch of foundation lightly brushed across her cheeks was the extent of her cosmetics usage. She frequently used more makeup, especially when going out at night, but her plan for today was to lie on the balcony patio and soak up some rays. “I don’t need makeup for that!” she said cheerfully to her reflection.
She turned sideways and continued to gaze into the mirror. She examined the profile of her bare breasts. She was pleased to see only the faintest hint of a tan-line. “The afternoons on the balcony are really paying off!” she commended herself. “A few more sunny days and my tan will be almost as good as Elle’s!”
Jody laughed, knowing that she was kidding herself. The skin of her sultry-toned roommate would likely tan if she walked under a sixty-watt bulb. Elle would always be darker than she, but the blonde thought it was pleasurable to sit in the sun and relax even if the results for her were not as spectacular. And since she and Elle shared an apartment on the top floor of their building, with no other tall structures in the immediate vicinity, they were able to enjoy the warm afternoons topless without concern for the prying eyes of their neighbors.
Life was good, Jody realized. Her contracts with the government had provided enough money for them both, allowing she and Elle to focus on their secret lives as crime fighters. They usually patrolled at night, following up on leads provided them by Joel Reiner or one of Jody’s many other contacts, or simply free-lancing, and slept through the mornings only rising at noon or so. That left the afternoons for sitting on the patio and basking in the summer sun or hitting the malls and shopping for clothes and new furnishings for their apartment.
In the evenings, after a meal, she and her roommate often parted ways. Elle was a party girl, preferring the clubs to a quiet evening at home. She frequently encouraged Jody to come along, to get out and meet some boys, but to no avail. The gorgeous blonde could not allow herself to indulge in such temptations. She could not risk it for the boys, who might fall victim to her pheromone power, and she could not risk it for herself.
Jody’s hands ran upward across her flat stomach, stroking her smooth, unblemished skin, and stopped just beneath her large, perfectly shaped breasts. Her eyes closed. She took a deep breath and slowly drew her fingers across the soft, rounded masses. Her index fingers gently caressed the tops of her pink buds. She moaned softly, almost desperately, as a familiar yearning began to warm her five foot nine inch body.
“Perhaps it is because I cannot have sex that I want it so?” she wondered silently. It was a hopelessly cruel joke, she knew. Her powers demanded that she refrain from having sex. If she climaxed, she would temporarily lose her super-powers. If forced to endure additional sensual stimulation she could even perish altogether. Yet this weakness, which the scientists back at the Agent-X Program had named the Sartak, was like a demon, always tempting her, always encouraging her to give in to the desires that it itself created within her. So it was that the nature of her powers denied her any possibility of having sex while at the same time making her as horny as a bunny on Viagra.
Jody groaned in frustration and mentally commanded her slender fingers to fall away from her breasts. She opened her eyes and sadly watched as her hands reluctantly agreed. Trying to put sex out of her mind, the blonde turned from the mirror and walked across the hardwood floors of her bedroom to the base of the bed. There, on the floor and resting were she had left it the night before, was a white t shirt. She picked it up and slid it over her head. She slid her muscular arms through the short sleeves and pulled it down over her chest.
The shirt was too small, she knew. The cotton cloth strapped across her shoulders and breasts tightly. Her nipples raised distinct bumps on its outer surface. The base of the shirt extended no more than halfway down her stomach, leaving her bellybutton visible. But she liked it that way. She liked to dress sexy, at least here in the privacy of the apartment. She liked it when Elle laughed at her and called her a slut. It made her feel like she was something other than what she really was. It made her feel almost normal.
Jody leaned over and shook her hair out, then stood tall and flipped the long mane back and over her head. Forcing herself to smile, she walked to the door and exited the room. She was surprised to see that Elle’s door was already open since the girl was a late sleeper and it usually took the smell of simmering bacon or frying eggs to raise her. “Another benefit of being a super-heroine!” Jody laughed to herself. “You can eat pretty much anything and not worry about your figure!”
Certainly, the two women got enough exercise to burn off any extra calories. They patrolled almost every night, though not always together. Elle preferred to stick to the shadows, after all, darting from place to place, clambering across the rooftops and pouncing on criminals like a panther on the prowl. But that was not the style for Jody. Because of the nature of her powers, the super-endowed blonde preferred to soar through the moonlit sky and rapidly cover as much of the city as possible. She liked to look down from above, like some mythical guardian goddess, keeping watch over the citizens of Megapolis and protecting them from harm.
Perhaps that was the biggest difference between she and Elle, the young blonde considered. She was in the super-heroine business in order to protect good people from harm. Elle, on the other hand, was in it to bring bad people to justice. But together they made a good team. Both recognized the strengths and virtues of the other. Both knew that they were stronger together than they were apart. They were best friends. They were the M-Girls.
“Elle? Are you here?”
The tall blonde skipped lightly down the carpeted stairway, moving swiftly from the loft to the main floor of the penthouse apartment. Sunset Studios was a nice place to live, she had long since decided, and even nicer since Elle had moved in. But where was the girl?
The warm hardwood of the living room floor felt pleasant against the underside of her bare feet. Her smile grew larger at the sight of bright sunlight pouring in through the large sliding glass door. “Looks like it will be wonderful day to catch some rays. Maybe I’ll try that new coconut oil that Elle recommended.”
She turned and carefully navigated through the alley of new furniture that had recently taken up residence in the apartment. For several weeks, now, she and Elle had gleefully been ridding themselves of Jody’s old college junk and using their newfound riches to purchase brand new junk. Agreeing on the exact pieces to buy had been difficult enough—Deciding where to place them had been almost impossible. And since both girls had the strength of several men, moving the furniture around had become an almost daily exercise.
“I still think the sofa should go over there,” the girl said while crossing her arms and frowning. “And the entertainment center should go under the loft. I swear, I let Elle have her way far too often!” She leaned over and straightened a pile of magazines on top of a glass coffee table. She picked up a coaster and returned it to a holder sitting on an end table next to the sofa. She repositioned a French chair opposite the sofa so that it sat at just the right angle. “We will get there eventually,” she said while trying to convince herself. “A few more pieces, arranged just so, and we will have a wonderfully cozy little place.”
Shrugging in resignation, but secretly making up her mind to once again move the furniture around later in the day, Jody walked into the kitchen and checked the counter. “That’s odd,” she thought
while looking at the bare surface. “Elle usually leaves a note to let me know where she has gone. I wonder--”
The sound of a bell chiming alerted Jody to the fact that someone was at the front door. “Coming!” Jody shouted while thinking that it was most likely Elle returning after having gone out for breakfast. “What’s the matter, did you forget your keys again? I hope you brought back something for me--”
Jody’s eyes opened wide in surprise as she opened the door. “Major Justice!” she exclaimed. “That’s right, Miss Walker!” the man replied in a deep voice. “Or shall I call you Ms. Marvelous? Yes, there is no need to feign ignorance-- I know who you are!”