Jody’s jaw dropped as she opened the front door to the apartment and discovered the visitor. It was not her missing roommate, as she had expected, but someone altogether different and more dangerous.
His uniform glittered blue in the bright light of the hallway. Semi-pliable body armor, molded to fit his heavily muscled chest, covered and protected his torso. Bronze colored bracers fit snuggly around his forearms. A multi-pocketed utility belt was strapped around his waist. And if there had been any doubt in Jody’s mind as to the identity of this man, it was quickly dashed away when she saw the name engraved in a plate mounted on the upper right hand side of his armor.
“Major Justice!” the tall blonde exclaimed.
“That’s right, Miss Walker!” the man replied in a deep voice. “Or should I call you Ms. Marvelous? Yes, there is no need to feign ignorance-- I know who you are!”
Justice lifted his right hand and pointed it at the shocked heroine’s face. Too late, she saw the small spray canister. The fine mist it expelled formed a cloud around her head.
Jody cried out as the noxious gas seeped into her eyes, nose, and mouth. Reacting on instinct, she swatted blindly at the air in front of her and somehow managed to make contact with her attacker’s hand. The small spray bottle was knocked away and bounced down the hallway like a tumbling die. But it had fulfilled its purpose. The damage had been done.
“Bastard!” Jody croaked in confused anger. “Are you insane?”
Major Justice smiled. He lifted his right boot and thumped the girl in the gut with a powerful mule kick. The blow sent her sprawling back inside the apartment. Blonde hair seemed to fly in every direction. She landed on the hardwood floor like a throw rug before skidding into the base of the sofa. She rolled onto her left hip. Her long legs, clad in a pair of extra-tight blue jeans, curled up into her chest. Her hands clutched at her throat as she struggled to breath.
Justice stepped into the apartment and closed the door. He removed a small transmitter from his belt. “Target acquired,” he said into the device. “Keep the twelfth floor cleared. Have the van ready and stand by. I will be down with her in a few minutes.”
The Major waited for an acknowledgment before returning the transmitter to his belt. He glanced quickly about the apartment to make sure that they were alone. He ran a gloved hand over the top of his short, military style haircut. He craned his neck from side to side as if limbering it in anticipation of some athletic competition. He raised his arms and flexed his large biceps. He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists as if pumping up his ruggedly masculine muscles. Veins protruded from his thick neck.
The Major’s face might have been chiseled from stone. His stoic features were hard and unforgiving. His clean-shaven chin was strong and square. A deep dimple penetrated the skin just below his lower lip. A hawk-like nose rose from the center of his face like the blade of a small hatchet. Cold, slate-gray eyes seemed never to move or blink within their deep-set sockets. Rather, his entire head seemed to pivot as his intense gaze shifted from place to place.
Justice looked down on the fallen beauty and almost laughed. “Come now, Jody. I know that you can take more punishment than that!”
He reached down and took the barefoot girl’s right ankle in his hand. Using the cybernetically enhanced strength provided to him by his uniform, he easily lifted her off the floor and held her inverted before him. “At last I have you! At last I have the great Ms. Marvelous in my clutches!”
The stunned beauty groaned and tried to mount a defense but the Major would have none of it. A swift kick to the head seemed to take the fight out of her. A spin and a toss sent her lithe body spiraling across the living room and crashing into the entertainment center. Glass shattered and wood splintered. The girl hit the floor face first. A thirty-five inch television crashed down on top of her back. The stereo system fell atop her legs. Electrical sparks flickered and hissed. Puffs of smoke drifted upward to the high ceiling.
Jody lay still on the hardwood floor. “How had this happened?” she wondered. “How did Major Justice track me down?”
She had met the arrogant leader of the MCT only once before and it had not been pleasant. One of his goon squads had been giving her roommate and best friend, Elle, a hard time. She, in the guise of Ms. Marvelous, had intervened. It had not been pretty. Goons had been injured. Body parts had been broken.
The Major had witnessed it all. And though he chose not to challenge her directly on that night, he had promised that they would meet again and that things would be different. It was the MCT’s mission to capture all meta-humans, he had said, including such would-be super-heroines as Ms. Marvelous.
But how had he found her? It did not really matter, Jody finally decided. Her body was highly resistant to gasses and poisons. Already, the foul spray that had burned her eyes and tightened her throat was wearing off. And her attacker was correct about one thing—She could take a lot more punishment. So, it did not matter how he had tracked her down. All that mattered was that she met his challenge and be victorious.
The outrageously strong super-fem lifted herself up and emerged from the pile of shattered wood, glass, and electrical components. “Damn you, Major Justice!” she cried defiantly. “I just bought this stuff and it was expensive!”
The man’s steely gaze remained locked on the heroine. “Be assured, you will not have need for such luxuries where you are going, Ms. Marvelous. The Institute for Genetic Studies provides its own kind of entertainment.”
“You think to put me in your little prison?” the girl asked with laugh. “You and what army?” “I need no army, woman. In fact, I instructed my men to wait outside on the street. I wish to deal with you myself.”
Jody brushed the last bits of remaining debris from her body. “Then you are dumber than you look, jarhead. I will have little trouble in beating you. Your high-tech costume may make you strong, but I am stronger still.”
“Do not be so sure,” the Major replied while gesturing at his costume. “Though based on the same cybernetic technology as the uniforms of my men, the MA48 Super Shrike Battlesuit also incorporates technology taken from the Camtronics War Armor Mk IV. Howard Bilken, in his guise as the Smasher, gave you quite a fight while wearing the Mk IV armor, as I recall. And if he, a scientist untrained in the martial arts, could nearly defeat you while wearing such armor then an expert hand-to-hand combatant such as myself should have no difficulty in finishing the job.”
“Well isn’t that just swell for you.”
“Make jokes, if you wish, but know that your capture is a foregone conclusion. I have never been defeated in one on one combat. And it will be a small matter to best you!”
Ms. Marvelous braced herself as the man opened and reached into one of the pouches on his utility belt. His hand came out holding a small, tightly bound circle of cords. Moving with expert speed and precision, he quickly twirled his hand and threw the object in her direction. The heroine’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the cords extended and approached through the air-- “A bolo?”
The weapon covered the short distance across the living room in a flash and wrapped itself tightly around the girl’s slender body. Her arms were pinned to her sides. The metallic cords bit into her skin. Her fists clenched as she tried to break free.
“I will not be restrained!” she shouted defiantly at her attacker. “I will not be--”
Major Justice moved across the room nearly as fast as had his bolo. He was on the girl before she could react, his glove-clad hands gripping her struggling form by the shoulders and holding her tightly. Manhandling her hundred and thirty pound weight like it was a feather, he picked her up and threw her down on the sofa. He straddled her slender waist with his thighs in order to restrain her movements.
Jody gasped as her arrogant foe reached down and cupped her breasts in his hands. He squeezed and pressed the soft mounds beneath the tight cotton of her t-shirt as if molding clay. She looked up into his face and saw him leering confidently.
“Oh, god!” she screamed silently. “He knows my weakness!”
“I understand that you are vulnerable to sensual stimulation,” the Major stated as if reading her thoughts. “In which case this battle should be especially satisfying for me. You are very beautiful, after all.”
Jody’s lithe body writhed beneath her attacker as she tried to regain her freedom. But the bolo held her arms strapped to her sides. Her opponent’s weight kept her pinned to the sofa. Escape seemed impossible.
“You are even more beautiful without your mask,” Justice commented while eyeing the young beauty’s super-model features. “Though I will never forget the sight of you in your skin-tight costume on the night we first met. Your body is truly extraordinary.”
His fingers continued to knead the flesh of her boobs. He toyed with them almost playfully, as if fascinated by their resilient firmness. His thumbs pressed and flicked at the buttons formed in the tight cotton of the t-shirt by her nipples. His gloved fingers stroked and massaged the contours of her woman flesh.
“I do believe that these are real!” the Major stated in amusement.
A deep blush formed on the humiliated girl’s cheeks. “Bastard!”
The beautiful super-fem’s body stiffened as she felt the first tingle of unwanted erotic excitement grow inside of her. As her opponent continued to manipulate her tits, squeezing and stroking her without pause, the feeling began to spread to other parts of her body. To her dismay, the warm sensation penetrated her pussy. It was small, at first, and hardly noticeable. But as the offending fingers continued to massage her swelling breasts, the warm feeling in her pussy began to grow stronger. “Damn!” Jody cursed silently. “He’s making me wet!”
In anger and desperation, the struggling girl raised her knees and rammed them into her foe’s back. He lurched forward, falling on top of her. Trapped beneath the semi-pliant armor covering his chest and buried in the soft folds of the sofa, Jody felt as if she were being smothered. Her arms strained at the binds wrapped around her powerful body. Her lithe form bucked like a wild bronco in an effort to get the man off of her. Finally, in a last frantic attempt to be free, she planted her feet against the far arm of the sofa and jerked her hips into the air. Her super-strength and the suddenness of the movement sent her foe tumbling forward over the near end of couch.
Jody rolled off the crumbling piece of furniture just as the over-taxed legs gave way and it collapsed to the floor. “Curse you, Major Justice!” she yelled while scrambling to her feet. “I had that sofa flown in all the way from Philadelphia!”
The Major, uninjured from his fall, rolled to his feet and stood. “You should ask for your money back. The craftsmanship is a bit shoddy, in my opinion.”
“I’ll be sure and send a bill to the MCT, bastard!”
The Major leapt forward and wrapped his arms around the squirming heroine. There was something about this girl, he knew. Something incredible. Something alluring. And it was not simply her extraordinary beauty, though he had to admit that she was quite easily the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. But there was something else about her, something that made him hunger with a primitive desire that he did not often feel.
Wanting to rape the girl was not completely out of his character, he knew. He had done it before, after all, with many of the mutant women that were held under his sway at the Institute. He had beaten them all, in single combat, and it was his right—The Games were winner takes all and sometimes the “all” included physical pleasures. And he had been prepared to do it to this girl, as well. Elle Mental had laid it all out for him. Drugged and receptive to his questioning, the lovely brunette had been accommodating enough to not only tell him where Ms. Marvelous could be found but also how the powerful super-heroine could be defeated.
What a pleasant surprise it had been to learn that the virtuous protector of Megapolis was vulnerable to sensual stimulation! How altogether wonderful to discover that she could be brought to her knees by sex! A good fuck would do it, Elle had assured him. All he need do was to screw her.
And now, while holding her writhing form in his arms, he wanted to rape the gorgeous girl more than ever. A massive hard-on was building in his pants. Desire was burning in his heart. He wanted this girl! He had to have—
A knee to the Major’s swelling groin sent a jolt of agonizing pain searing through his body. Only his body armor saved him from enduring serious damage. Still, as he slumped backward onto the broken remains of the sofa, his desire continued to grow even if his injured cock did not. As he looked up at the young beauty that stood over him, his yearning grew more powerful. As he caught a glimpse of her round breasts by spying up into the bottom of her short t-shirt, he knew that no matter what else happened, and whether he returned the girl to the Institute or not, he must have her.
“Bastard!” the beautiful blonde stated again while backing away and struggling to free herself from the tight grip of the tangled bolo strands. “You will pay for destroying my beautiful apartment!” Jody watched with more than a little satisfaction as the Major languished on the broken sofa, his hands cupping his injured groin. But despite her confident threat, the angelic heroine knew that she was in trouble. Her opponent was down but not out. His forehead was wrinkled in pain, but his eyes continued to stare up at her hungrily. Raw lust was written across his hard features. He wanted only to ravish her, she knew.
She remained bound by the strands of the bolo. Without the use of her arms, she would be an easy victim for the brutish man. But she had even larger concerns than the bolo. Her body still tingled with erotic excitement. At any moment, the Sartak might attack her mind and weaken her will to resist. And as she became more aroused, her powers would begin to fade. Her super-strength would dwindle until she was helpless to defend herself. Her willpower would be sapped and ultimately she would slip into a state of sensual system shock.
“I will not allow that to happen!” Jody vowed silently. “I will not be defeated either by Major Justice or by the demons inside me!”
The heroine flexed her arm muscles and strained against the metallic bonds. It was imperative that she free herself quickly, she knew. The Major would soon recover from the damage she had done him and worse, she could see the intense look of desire building in his face. It seemed to creep across his stoic features like a shadow, an unstoppable darkness that would ultimately consume them both. She had seen such looks in the faces of others. In the end, it always meant one thing. It always meant that they wished to rape her.
Her teeth clenched as tightly as did her fists. She called upon every last bit of her super-powered strength. The cords bit deeper into her flesh. Then, finally, just as she thought she could battle no more, the first of the three cords gave away. It unraveled about her lithe body almost hesitantly, like the arms of a forlorn lover. The second cord soon followed suit. Her hands came free. She ripped the remainder of the bolo from her body and cast it on the ground in disgust.
“I will not be your prisoner, Justice!”
The Major, not yet having had sufficient time to fully recover, stood from the sofa and adjusted his aching package. “I think that you have injured me, bitch,” he muttered through tight lips. “But I brought a backup--”
Jody looked on in revulsion as her foe reached into the largest pocket of his utility belt and retrieved a massive rubber dildo. He held it in front of her and smiled deviously. “What do you think? Will this serve as an adequate replacement for my own injured member?”
The dildo was twelve inches long and molded perfectly in the shape of a circumcised cock. Simulated veins ran the length of its two and a half inch diameter shaft. Two large rubber balls protruded from its base. A knobby, lifelike head beckoned threateningly from the opposite end.
An unwanted chill of excitement ran up Jody’s spine. Goosebumps rose on her skin. But the virtuous heroine took a fighting stance and tried to look unconcerned. “You will never touch me with that thing, you hideous man! I will not allow it!”
Major Justice shrugged but continued to smile. “What you will or will not allow is hardly the point, is it? I am not asking for permission. I am going to rape you. I would have preferred the satisfaction of doing it with my own cock, but thanks to you it may be some time before I can get it up. Do not fret, though—There will be time for you and I at a later date. In the mean time, my rubber surrogate here will have to suffice!”
“You are a vile, indecent man,” Jody hissed. “I do not enjoy hurting people, but in your case I think I will make an exception. It will be a pleasure to humiliate you. I am sure that Panther will be very interested in knowing--”
“Panther?” the Major asked in surprise. “The leader of the Agent-X Program? What do you know of him?”
“I know that the two of you are bitter rivals. I know that you compete for the favor of the same powerful men in the upper echelons of the government. I am sure that it will bring him great pleasure to know that you, the leader of the MCT, was defeated by one of his--”
“One of his what?” the Major demanded.
Jody, suddenly aware that she had said too much, did not immediately reply.
“One of his creations?” Justice surmised in astonishment. “Could it be? Could I be so lucky? I have heard rumors that one of the Agent-X team members went rogue, but I hardly believed them to be true. Is it possible that you, the young woman standing before me, is that rogue agent?” “Believe what you will!” Jody responded angrily. “I will not deny it.”
The Major’s eyes sparkled as he realized the truth. “So, you are not a mere mutant, as I first thought. You are a creation of my old nemesis, Panther. This is indeed a spectacular development. I have long known, of course, that he was creating meta-humans to serve as his agents. But the security at the Program is extremely tight—I have never been able to discover his secrets. I have never been able to gauge the abilities of his people. And now, after I had nearly given up on ever solving the Agent-X conundrum, you come along and fall right into my lap! How wonderful! How absolutely wonderful!”
Jody cursed herself for being so careless. Though she was no longer a member of Panther’s team, she had not intended to reveal the origin of her powers. The Agent-X Program and the Mutant Capture Team were two sides of the same coin, as far as she was concerned. They were both secret organizations inside the federal government. They were both tasked with protecting the interests of the United States. In pursuing this goal they both felt free to use any measures necessary, regardless of how many innocent people might get hurt. They cared nothing for the citizens they were supposed to protect. All they cared about was their mission and their own power.
Yet, the two groups were decidedly at odds. The Agent-X Program, led by Panther, was in the business of creating genetically altered super-agents. The Caantonium Serum had been devised specifically to create mutant super-beings. The MCT, on the other hand, pursued technology as the answer to the same riddle. It churned out high-tech super-soldiers to carry out its missions. Indeed, the capture and detainment of so many mutants was nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to understand and control the one real threat to its power.
The two organizations competed for attention and funding. They both knew that ultimately only one of them would survive. Only one would be selected by the secretive despots of the intelligence community to pursue their evil goals for world domination. And because it was a winner takes all competition, a bitter feud had developed between the two leaders. Jody cared as little for Panther as she did for Major Justice, but she now regretted having revealed the secret of her background because she knew that the MCT would try and use it as a means for advancing their own sordid agenda.
“I will not be a pawn in your game with Panther,” the beautiful blonde said coolly, “nor a lab rat for you to study. I will beat you, Justice. I will beat the entire MCT, if I have to.”
The Major ignored her boast. “You will come with me to the Institute and take part in the Games. We will study your fabulous powers and learn of your strengths and weaknesses. And in so doing, we will gain the upper hand in our competition with the Agent-X Program.”
“Never!” Jody shouted while leaping forward. “I am Ms. Marvelous! I will be victorious!” The valiant heroine threw a straight right at her opponent’s head. The blow narrowly missed. A left hook sailed high. A knife-blade chop bounced harmlessly off of her foe’s body armor. He deflected a snap kick and ducked under a backhand strike. Just as she was about to launch another series of blows, he put some distance between them by leaping into the air and somersaulting backwards over the devastated sofa.
Major Justice landed softly on the other side of the couch, his hands at the ready. His lips formed a thin, sinister smile. “Too slow, woman. You will have to do better than that if you want to beat me!” “That can be arranged,” Jody replied angrily. Moving quickly, the athletic beauty dropped into a crouch. Her hands hooked the underside of the sofa. With a mighty heave, she sent the heavy piece of furniture twirling into the air. It smashed into Major Justice with violent force and sent him crashing against the kitchen counter.
Growling in anger, the Major bench pressed the sofa off of his body and tossed it away. He rose to his feet. But the heroine was right on top of him. She spun on her right foot and drove the left into his gut. The powerful kick launched him backward. The kitchen counter exploded as his body smashed into and through it. Splinters of wood and tile flew through the air. Pots and pans clattered across the floor. A cloud of dust rose from the debris and hid the man’s fallen body from view.
“That’s for throwing me into the entertainment center!” Jody hollered.
She fearlessly leapt into the cloud of dust and soon found her dazed foe. She lifted him into the air and held him above her head. She slammed him down atop the broken remains of the counter top with all the force she could muster. The entire building seemed to shake. She reached down and grabbed him again. She carried him into the living room and dropped him like a load of bricks across the glass coffee table. A stack of magazines sailed across the room as the table exploded into a million glittering bits.
“I never liked that table anyway!” she yelled.
Jody saw the rubber dildo, still held in the Major’s hand. She reached down and snatched it away. She examined it for a moment, amused by the level of detail that had been crafted into the pliable shaft. “Those are some big balls,” she had to admit.
Tossing the vile thing on the floor, the heroine reached down and grabbed hold of her fallen foe’s neck. She lifted him to a standing position and prepared to drive her knee into his groin for the second time. “Take this, you bastard--”
“Bitch!” the Major growled back while catching the girl’s knee in his hands before it could impact with his already aching crotch. “Do you really think that I can be defeated so easily?” Justice lurched forward and drove his right shoulder up and under the heroine’s chin. The powerful attack jolted the girl’s body off the ground and sent her crashing backward through the French chair. The chair crumbled beneath her like kindling and she landed on her back amid a pile of splintered cherry-wood. She looked up at her attacker through blurry eyes but did not try to rise. He followed up on his advantage by lifting an end table over his head and smashing it down on top of her. The table detonated like a bomb, sending shards of broken wood sailing into the air and across the apartment. A searing pain racked Jody’s jaw. Stars clouded her eyes. Suddenly, the Major was behind her. He raised her shoulders off the floor. He sat behind her and straddled her waist with his legs. His powerful hands grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and quickly ripped it from her body. The sight of her naked breasts as he looked down over her right shoulder seemed to fill him with a renewed purpose. He gripped her tightly, pulling her back against his stomach. His arms wrapped around hers and he savagely resumed the stimulation of her tits. Jody whimpered as the groping hands of her foe once again began to tease and play with her sensitive mounds. His gloved fingers danced across her chest expertly, causing her aching breasts to fill with blood and enlarge. Her nipples began to harden and swell. Her head fell backward against his chest. She was dazed. She was hurt. She was vulnerable.
Jody sighed heavily as the unrelenting assault on her tits continued for another sixty seconds. Her hands fell softly across the top of her foe’s thighs. His powerful legs were wrapped around her waist, controlling her. But she was super-heroine, she reminded herself. She possessed the strength of ten men. At least, she corrected herself, she used to possess the strength of ten men. Now, with her nipples jutting from her breasts like sharp arrow tips and each stroke of her attacker’s unremitting fingers causing her to gasp in unwanted ecstasy, her strength was rapidly failing. She needed to act soon or it would be too late.
The stimulation of her tits had been going on for two full minutes. Not only was the lithe heroine’s body aroused, but the curse she called the Sartak was beginning to take control of her mind. Erotic fantasies of sexual conquest and rape filled her senses. Her willpower, as surely as her strength, was being defeated.
“No!” the blonde beauty cried out. “I will not surrender!”
Jody took her foe’s wrists in her hands. With a ferocious thrust, she forced his hands away from her chest. But the victory was short lived. The Major’s powerful legs prevented her from moving. She was locked within his grasp as surely as her tits were vulnerable to his fingers. The young super-fem whimpered helplessly as her opponent slowly overcame her failing strength and eventually returned his
hands to her swollen mounds. Once again, the Major’s fingers resumed their torment of her aching nipples.
“No…” she pleaded. “Do not… do this…”
Jody looked down and watched powerlessly as her relentless foe pinched her distended nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Though made of some high-tech synthetic material, the cloth of his gloves was soft and smooth, like leather. It felt cool against the burning flesh of her tits. His fingers began drawing light circles around her small cups. The sensations were becoming unbearable. Her head drooped backward. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She moaned loudly.
“How spectacular!” Justice whispered excitedly into her right ear. “I had hardly believed it was true. But it is! You are completely defenseless to this kind of attack!”
“Please… stop…”
Jody’s hands dropped away from her attacker’s wrists. Her longs legs, slightly bent at the knees, stretched out across the floor in front of her. Her bare feet lay motionless atop the hardwood floor of the apartment. Trying to fight through the incredible sensations washing across her slender body, the valiant but faltering heroine struggled to focus her tormented mind.
“Must… escape…” she moaned silently. “Must not… give in…”
Her breasts were huge. Engorged with blood, her distended tits had swelled at least a cup size from their normal 34-C dimensions. Her aching nipples jutted from her chest mounds like hard marbles. Every stroke of her foe’s fingers across their flushed surfaces made her want to scream in erotic agony. Her strength was fading fast. Her pussy was becoming wetter by the moment. The young beauty knew that if she did not escape soon she likely never would.
Her opponent pressed down on her crotch with the heel of his left boot. He forced it between her thighs. The back of his foot pressed against the tight denim of her blue jeans and applied pressure against the opening to her moistening womanhood. Jody moaned softly as the tingling sensation in her pussy became stronger.
The weakening heroine forced her eyes to open. It seemed that she was too drained even to raise her head. She looked to the floor at her side. There, lying amid the rubble of her once beautiful living room, were the remains of the French chair. One particularly large piece of debris caught her eye. It had once been an arm support, she knew. Now, it was nothing more than a jagged piece of cherry wood. And perhaps, she hoped, a weapon.
Her left hand dropped over the top of her opponent’s thigh. He remained busy teasing her chest mounds and oblivious to her movements. She reached for the piece of wood. She grasped it in her hand. She picked it up off the ground. She raised it to eye level and examined it more closely. “Yes,” she decided. “This will do.”
Major Justice yelped in pain as the jagged shard of wood was driven into the top of his thigh. Unlike the armored torso of his uniform, the legs were not well protected. A sharp piece of wood, driven downward by a super-strong and desperate woman warrior, was an effective attack.
“Curse you, bitch!” he cried while unwrapping his legs and violently pushing the she-devil away. “Is there no end to your resistance?”
Ms. Marvelous did not answer. She fell onto her side. Her head lay on the floor and did not move. Her long blonde hair was sprayed out around her. She felt tired. Her body burned with erotic excitement. Her swollen breasts ached. Her pussy was wet. She was not sure if she could go on. She was not sure if she could—
Jody’s eyes focused on the rubber dildo. It lay on the hardwood floor amid the rubble of what had once been her living room. The twelve-inch shaft seemed at once both terrifying and mesmerizing. She had to get up, she knew. She had to keep fighting.
Jody raised her head and rolled onto her hands and knees. She got her feet positioned under her shaky body and slowly rose to a standing position. She raised her eyes and forced herself to stand tall. She shook her head and allowed her blonde mane to fall back over her shoulders. “I will resist you until the end!” she stated boldly.
The Major growled in anger and pain as he pulled the shard of wood from a bloody hole in his thigh. He released the primitive weapon and allowed it to drop to the floor at his feet. He raised his left root off the ground and flexed the injured leg.
“It is not too bad. Hardly more than a scratch.”
“I’ll try to do more damage next time,” the heroine assured him.
The false confidence of the young beauty brought a smile to the hard lines of Major Justice’s face. His gaze shifted to her swollen tits. He was amazed and excited by the way her gorgeous body reacted to stimulation.
“I think that you are in worse condition than me, woman.”
The virtuous twenty-two year old blushed and self-consciously crossed her arms in front of her aching breasts. “You are a brutish pig!”
“You merely delay the inevitable,” he reminded her. “I cannot be beaten by a woman!” “Then be beaten by a superhero!” an angry Jody yelled while leaping toward her foe. The leader of the MCT met her attack head on. Their hands came together and locked in a
desperate battle of strength. The two combatants struggled with all their might, each determined to best the other. But while the heroine was still strong, there were limits even to her powerful muscles. The Major’s cybernetic implants, on the other hand, would never tire. Slowly but surely, he forced her hands down and back.
“No!” the heroine cried again. “I will not lose!”
With a surge of super-strength, Jody regained what had been lost. Her hands, locked with those of Justice, pushed forward and for a moment it appeared that she might win this test of might. But her modesty would be her undoing—The sight of the Major, his lustful eyes locked hungrily on her swollen tits, distracted the young beauty. And as he leaned inward and lapped his rough tongue across her sensitive left nipple, the girl lost all of her focus.
Justice licked the girl’s nipple a second time. Her strength seemed all at once to fade. Releasing her hands, he wrapped his powerful arms around her slender waist and lifted her body off the ground. He pulled her stomach tight against his chest and swallowed the swollen nipple deep into his mouth. His injured cock ached painfully as it bulged within his pants, but the Major did not care. He lived only for this moment. He wanted only to ravage this girl.
Jody moaned loudly as erotic sensations swept across her body. Her opponent’s tongue lapped circles around her nipple. His teeth nibbled gently at her tit. A fire was growing in her pussy. Erotic images of her foe penetrating her with his man-sword raced through her mind. Her long legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. Her left nipple was burning. It was so swollen that she thought it might explode.
“Don’t… stop…” she moaned.
His mouth was unrelenting. He sucked her aching tit deeper. The sensation of his warm saliva caressing her hot skin brought a flush to her face. Her head titled backward and her eyes closed. “Don’t… stop…”
But Jody knew that it must stop. She could not allow him to continue holding her in this position, off the ground and helpless, her left nipple buried in his mouth. And though her oversexed body wanted nothing more than to be utterly plundered, what remained of her mind insisted that she continue to fight. “I won’t… allow this…” she muttered.
“Mmmrrphr!” the major replied while trying to draw milk from her swollen bud.
Jody unwrapped her legs from around the Major’s waist. She forced her eyes open and lifted her head. She looked down on her foe—The sight of her tit buried deep within his mouth nearly did her in. The fantasies were running rampant through her sex-starved imagination. But always, in the back of her mind, she thought of the Institute for Genetic Studies. Elle had told her horror stories about that place. And if she lost this battle, she knew, that was precisely where Major Justice would take her.
“Get off of me!” the warrior woman shouted while slamming her hands across the Major’s ears. She did it a second time and the man howled in pain. Her ravaged tit popped out of his mouth, drawing a long strand of saliva with it.
The Major dropped his beautiful prey before she could box his ears a third time. “Damn you, woman! Why do you continue to fight?”
She answered by lifting her right hand, forming a fist, and smashing him in the chops. The powerful blow snapped his head back and rattled his brain. A left uppercut to the stomach doubled him over. An elbow strike across the back of the head dropped him to the floor.
“I will fight you as long as there is strength in my body!” Jody shouted. “Now get out of my home!”
The heroine grabbed her foe by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up. She wrapped an arm between his legs and raised him to shoulder level. She took two powerful strides forward and released him into the air. He sailed across the living room and crashed through the sliding glass door and onto the patio balcony beyond. He bounced heavily off of one of the reclining chairs. The iron railing was the only thing that prevented him from taking an ugly twelve story fall to the street below.
“Damn it!” Jody screamed while pursuing her foe onto the balcony. “Look what you did to my sliding door!”
The Major rose just in time to deflect a blow aimed at his head. He countered by grabbing the girl by her shoulders and spinning her around so that he was behind her. His hands wrapped around her shoulders. His fingers made a b-line for her vulnerable nipples.
Jody gasped as she found herself yet again within the molesting grasp of her foe. It was clear that he intended to sensually stimulate her at every opportunity. She did not think that she could endure much more. The time had come to put victory out of her mind and simply try to escape, she decided. She would live to fight another day. She would—
The beautiful heroine moaned loudly as her hard nipples were pinched between her relentless opponent’s fingers. Her back arched and her head leaned back. Her hands struggled vainly with those of the Major. Erotic imagery clouded her mind and stole her strength.
“Oh god…” she whimpered. “Please… stop…”
The Major’s right hand dropped from her right tit and ran slowly across her bare stomach. Working by touch alone, the gloved fingers located the waistband of her low cut blue jeans and quickly unfastened the top two buttons. The fingers dipped inside her pants and under her thong. “No!” Jody cried as the Major’s middle finger slid into her moist slit.
“The battle is over,” her assailant assured. “You are defeated!”
The weakening heroine’s eyes opened wide as the finger found her clit. Her body tensed as it began to slowly rub the swelling bulb. Her legs became rigid. Her teeth clenched. An orgasm might come very soon, she realized. So aroused was her once super-powerful body that only a small amount of clitoral stimulation would be required to bring off her climax.
“Stop!” Jody yelled while driving her right elbow into the Major’s ribs. “I will not be defeated!” Using the last of her failing strength, the desperate super-heroine reached up and over her right shoulder. She grabbed her attacker around the neck. She shifted her weight and planted a hip in his midsection. Relying on the Judo training she had received at the Program, she used leverage to lift his body off the ground and flip him over. He fell on his derriere with an unceremonious thud. Jody knew that the Judo throw had not seriously harmed her foe. Already, he was getting to his feet. But the move had not been meant to damage him as much as it had been meant to free her. It was time to escape.
“We will meet again, Major Justice!” she declared confidently. “And next time it will be different!”
The gorgeous blonde turned and leapt over the balcony railing. She pointed her right hand at the clear blue sky above. Her left hand formed a fist and cocked at her side. Her incredible flying power lifted her slender body into the air and she began to move away.
“As much as I hate to abandon my apartment,” she thought without looking back, “it is the right thing to do. I will get my revenge. I will make sure that Major Justice gets what is coming to him!” The Major ran to the railing and watched as his beautiful prey climbed higher into the sky. “You will not escape me that easily!” he shouted behind her. “Behold the power of the Super Shrike Battlesuit!”
Justice raised his right hand and formed a fist. A small hatch opened atop the bracer that covered his forearm. From inside the hatch appeared the tip of a metallic tentacle. The tentacle lengthened and shot forward as if fired from a gun. Responding to the cybernetically amplified mental commands of its owner, the tentacle quickly zeroed in on its target. Before the surprised heroine knew what was happening, the articulated metal cable had fastened itself around her left ankle.
“What?” she cried in astonishment as the tentacle began pulling her back to the balcony. “What manner of madness is this?”
“Not madness, woman,” the Major replied with a sinister grin, “but a weapon designed by the MCT to deal with flying freaks such as yourself. The tentacles in my arm bracers are linked to a cerebral interface, allowing me to control their movements almost at the speed of thought. The cables themselves are constructed from refined titanium and are virtually indestructible.”
Major Justice raised his left hand and released a second tentacle. It raced forward through the air and wrapped itself several times around the length of Jody’s right leg. The tentacles reeled in the struggling heroine until she was no more than a few feet above the balcony.
“They also possess considerable strength, as you shall see!”
Jody could do nothing as the tentacles suddenly jerked her downward and whipped her back inside the apartment. No longer flying under her own control, she was flung through the air and slammed down atop the shattered remains of the coffee table.
The Major followed his victim inside and used the tentacles to pull the dazed girl up into a standing position. He quickly lengthened and repositioned the tentacles to restrain her arms as well as her legs. He held her there, like a spider toying with the fly that had stumbled into its web, and once again marveled at her tremendous beauty.
“This is going to be fun,” he muttered under his breath.
Jody gasped as the tentacles forced her down onto her back. Her arms and legs struggled with the snake-like devices but to no avail. The tentacles seemed to be everywhere, tugging at her arms, restraining her legs, wrapping around her waist and throat. Her hands were forced against the floor above her head and pinned. Her knees were forced apart and her thighs spread. The battle seemed to be over.
“Curse you, Major Justice!” she said through clenched teeth.
The Major leaned over and picked up the rubber dildo. He looked down on his victim hungrily. His thin lips smacked together as if in anticipation of a gourmet meal.
“Let’s see the rest of that fabulous body…”
Jody squirmed helplessly as her eager foe grasped the fabric of her low-cut jeans and pulled. The sound of tearing denim almost brought tears to her wide blue eyes.
“No! You cannot do this to me! I am Ms. Marvelous!”
The straps of her neon purple thong snapped easily as the Major ripped it away from her crotch. “Ah, there we go!” he stated lustfully.
The valiant heroine grimaced as her opponent knelt beside her and removed his gloves. Her back arched as he slowly ran his hand downward across her bare abdomen and over her short trimmed pubes. She struggled helplessly as the tentacles forced her legs farther apart and revealed her womanhood. “That’s more like it,” he said victoriously. “Spread eagle and defenseless.”
Jody’s teeth clenched as the tip of the dildo made contact with her nether lips. The large rubber head slid easily between the soft, protective folds of flesh. She was already terribly aroused. Her pussy was wet and receptive. She knew that she would not be able to hold the vile thing out for long.
Her relentless foe applied some pressure. The thick tip of the dildo penetrated her until the entire head had been swallowed inside her depths. As waves of erotic sensations began flowing across her over-sexed body, the weakening heroine struggled to maintain her sanity. Her breasts ached. Her nipples burned. Her wet pussy wanted to surrender. The Sartak was sapping her will to resist. She was almost finished.
“Are you not curious how I found you?” the Major asked sadistically.
“What?” the almost defeated heroine replied softly. “How you… found me?”
“Yes. I just thought you would want to know. It was Elle. She told me. She told me where you lived.”
The super-heroine’s mind was swimming. “Elle? Elle told you?”
“Yes, that’s right. She also told me how I could beat you.”
“Elle?” the beautiful heroine asked again in disbelief. “No… you are… lying…”
“I assure you that I am telling the truth. Elle told me of your weakness to sensual stimulation. She told me everything.”
Jody’s vaginal muscles relaxed and the massive rubber dildo slid deep inside of her wet hole. The Sartak enveloped her mind, reducing her to nothing more than a sex-starved mass of gorgeous woman flesh. Fantasies of being conquered and ravished came true as her rugged foe proceeded to ram the twelve-inch shaft in and out of her aching box. An insistent and powerful orgasm rapidly gained momentum inside her. The huge shaft seemed to fill her wet pussy completely. He ground it side to side within her, forcing her tight hole to stretch and give. The ridges of the massive rubber head caressed and stroked her sensitive inner flesh and caused unbearable sensations to flow across her slender body.
As the fire inside grew into an uncontrollable inferno, the beautiful heroine began to squirm and writhe on the floor. Each new thrust of the enormous rubber cock caused her to moan in the throws of erotic agony. As her distress grew greater, her spine arched upward and her swollen tits were thrust higher into the air. Juices dripped from her overtaxed pussy. She panted for breath. Her arms struggled vainly with the tentacles that bound them.
After three minutes of unrelenting, rubber-pounding, merciless fucking, Jody’s climax ripped across her now powerless body like a tidal wave slamming down on a virgin beach. Her hips rose off of the ground, lifting her lithe form off the floor. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her fists clenched. Her womanly juices flowed off of the rubber shaft of the dildo and onto the floor. She cried out like a schoolgirl being screwed for the first time. Finally, when the orgasm had drained every last bit of her super-heroic strength and will, she collapsed back to the hardwood floor and slipped into a state of sensual system shock that made her oblivious to everything but the erotic fantasies dominating her mind and the unbearable sensations controlling her body.
“Wow!” Major Justice exclaimed while slowly removing the dildo from Jody’s sopping hole. “I wish it could have been me inside her. Ah, well, there will be time for that during the Games. Right now, I just need to get her out of here and back to the Institute.”
He stood and slipped the big rubber dick back into his utility belt. He mentally commanded the tentacles to release the arms and legs of his beautiful captive and retract back into his bracers. He looked lustfully down on her limp, naked, gorgeous form and snickered.
“If only they could all be built like her,” he said wistfully. “Long and lean, blonde and beautiful.” He raised the transmitter to his mouth. “Bring in the cleanup crew,” he commanded forcefully. “Our job here is complete.”
“So you have her in custody?” a voice replied anxiously. “Ms. Marvelous has been captured?” The Major continued to stare down at the fallen angel. “That’s right,” he confirmed with a smile. “Justice has been served!”