Jody Walker looked down at the man in the combat pit and tried to control the mixed emotions raging in her heart. On the one hand, she was furious at Sergeant Steel for humiliating her friend Elle in such an outrageous manner. But Steel was not the only one with whom the fiery blonde was angry. She was equally furious at the audience, the crowd of uncaring collaborators that had cheered Steel on as he molested his helpless victim. Most of all, she was angry at the man that had orchestrated the foul event—Yes, she reminded herself, Major Justice was ultimately to blame for all that had passed.
The Champion of Megapolis shifted her gaze from the floor of the pit to the balcony high above. The Major returned her menacing glare with one of amusement. He thought of himself as a king, Jody now knew. She and the other mutant gladiators were little more than play things to him. But he would pay, she vowed. He would pay for his evil ways.
Still, there was more than anger raging in the beautiful woman’s conflicted soul. She lowered her eyes and looked again upon the limp body of her defeated friend, lying at her feet. Elle’s jumpsuit had been torn from the top of her neck to the base of her crotch. The tattered remains of the silver fabric had been pulled to the sides, leaving her torso bare. Her swollen breasts stood high on her chest. Her tanned skin was flushed pink and matted with the sticky grime of her conqueror’s semen. Her arms and legs lay flat against the ground. Her eyes were closed and she whimpered softly while resting on the edge of consciousness.
Jody had borne witness to the event. She had watched as her friend was forced to climax. And she had, to her own embarrassment, experienced some small bit of the perverted excitement that had so thrilled the audience. Her own breasts felt heavy and warm. Her womanhood tingled. Though she dared not admit it to herself, she was aroused. The sight of her gorgeous friend being ravished had awoken emotions inside her that were as unwanted as they were dangerous.
It was the Sartak, she knew. Like a demon inside her, it strived always to tempt her, to weaken her willpower, to make her vulnerable. She was as strong as ten men but sensual stimulation could bring her to her knees. And like the spot of moisture that had appeared on the crotch of her jumpsuit, the Sartak was an undeniable presence that stained her otherwise virtuous soul.
“I must control my emotions,” Jody reminded herself while taking a deep breath. “The anger will only serve to cloud my judgment and impair my fighting skill. The Sartak will steal my strength and weaken my resolve.”
From above, Major Justice watched as Sergeant Steel climbed from the combat pit and retreated to the back of the arena. The raucous roar of the crowd resounded in the Major’s ears. The match with Elle Mental had been one of the best ever. The arena was overflowing with energy, most of it sexual. Another bout like that and he might see people unzipping their pants and jacking off in the stands. He proudly looked down at the large bulge protruding from the crotch of his own pants. But the Major could think of better ways to relieve himself than jacking off. Once again, he considered taking part in the matches himself. He would like to rape Elle. Unfortunately, she was in no shape to take him on. Her slender body had hardly moved since being lifted out of the pit. It would not be sporting of him to take her to task so soon after her defeat at the hands of Steel. No, he decided, it would be better if she were allowed to rest.
And besides, there was yet the main event to be decided. The choice of one of the combatants was obvious, of course. Everyone had come to see the newcomer. They all wanted to see the gorgeous and famous super-heroine, Ms. Marvelous, in action. More specifically, they wanted to see her be humiliated and raped.
“Ms. Marvelous, enter the pit!” he commanded dramatically after lifting the microphone to his lips.
The crowd cheered in eager anticipation. All heads turned toward the line of female mutants. All eyes focused on the tall blonde.
“Get in!” one man yelled.
“Do not keep us waiting!” cried another.
Jody did her best to ignore the mocking shouts of the audience. She placed her hands on her hips and stared ahead stoically.
“The mutant shall enter the pit or face the consequences!” Major Justice threatened from above. The athletic young woman crossed her arms in stubborn determination. “I will do no such thing! I am not a beast to be put on display for the likes of you and these perverted miscreants!” The audience booed lustily at this comment.
“Get in the pit or be electrocuted, you damn mutant!” shouted one man.
“Yes, give her a taste of the controller belt!” screamed a woman.
Jody would not be swayed. “Do as you will, but I shall not take part in these barbarous games!” Major Justice smiled sinisterly. The protestations of the beautiful newcomer simply added to the entertainment value of the match. The videotapes he would make of Ms. Marvelous in action would fetch a tremendous price. He could almost hear his phone ringing off the hook with offers from white slavers to purchase the young bitch. Things could not be working out better!
“Pit! Pit! Pit!” the audience began to chant.
“Never!” Jody yelled back.
But Major Justice knew how to deal with trouble making mutants. He raised his hands and motioned to the audience that they should settle down.
“So, will you enter the combat pit and take part in the Games?” he asked the defiant heroine through the microphone.
“Never!” Jody repeated loudly enough to be heard throughout the arena. “I will gladly endure the pain of the controller belt before submitting to this vileness!”
“Hmm, yes, I believe you would at that. But there may be other ways to convince you to enter the pit.”
“Nothing will convince me to fight,” Jody reiterated.
“You say that you will endure the pain of the belt?”
“I will.”
“But will you endure the pain of watching it used on another?”
Jody looked up at the balcony in surprise. “What? What other?”
“Your friend, Elle, perhaps?” Major Justice replied while raising his left hand and pointing in the direction of the defenseless brunette. The index finger of his right hand hovered over a small control panel on top of his left wrist. “All I need do is press this button and the controller belt will be activated. You saw what it did to her before, did you not? Can you stand idly by and allow her to suffer such horrific pain a second time?”
A look of panic came over Jody’s face as the Major’s finger moved closer to the control panel on his wrist computer. She looked down at her defenseless friend. Elle lay motionless on the ground, a controller belt strapped securely around her slender waist. Sergeant Steel had used the belt to gain an unfair advantage over her. The electrical current that it had discharged into her body had nearly destroyed her. And though Jody was confident that her own extraordinary constitution could endure such an assault, she knew that Elle, in her weakened condition, probably could not.
The look of panic twisting Jody’s lovely features changed into a mask of simmering anger. To the surprise of everyone in the arena, she suddenly shot into the air and used her amazing flying power to race upward toward the balcony. She covered the space in an instant before coming to a halt just in front of the Major.
“Very well,” Ms. Marvelous stated while looking her jailor in the eye. “I will participate in your sordid little game. But I challenge you to fight me. I will not be caught off guard by you this time, Major Justice. This time, I will defeat you!”
A hush came over the audience as they anxiously awaited the Major’s reply. It would be a tremendous spectacle, they knew, to see Major Justice fight against Ms. Marvelous. A once in a lifetime event, to be sure. The biggest, most exciting pay per view of all time!
“Justice! Justice! Justice!” the crowd began chanting excitedly.
The Major’s face showed no emotion as he considered the proposition. Although he had set his sights on Elle Mental, the gorgeous and cocky blonde might be just as satisfying. She was certainly easy on the eyes, he had to admit. Her beauty was greater than that of virtually any other woman he had ever
encountered. And there was something intangible about her, too, something that he could not quite identify, something that made her almost irresistible. He had sensed it during their first battle, in her apartment. He sensed it again, now. It was something alluring. Something sexy. Whatever it was, it made the bulge in his pants ache with desire.
He had already raped her once, though due to an injury he had been forced to use a rubber dildo rather than his own cock. Still, he remembered the glorious feel of her tits as he held them in his hands. He remembered the sensuous way her body had writhed on the floor as he brought off her climax. The memories only added to his desire. Yes, he wanted this girl. He wanted to fuck her.
But the sight of her athletic figure floating in the air also served as a warning. She was very strong, he reminded himself. The battle in the apartment had been more difficult than he liked to let on. Should he fight her again in the pit there was a chance, however small, that she might defeat him. Perhaps it would be better if she were weakened a bit, first.
Major Justice redirected the aim of his outstretched left arm away from Elle and toward the hovering blonde. He considered pressing the button on his wrist and activating her controller belt. But the strategy seemed cheap, somehow. It may have been an acceptable tactic for his subordinate, but Sergeant Steel was a lowly soldier. No, the Major decided while lowering his arm, the current situation demanded a more delicate solution.
A hint of a smile came to his lips as surely as an idea formed in his head. There might yet be a way to have both Ms. Marvelous and Elle Mental, he considered. The idea of being the meat in the middle of a blonde and brunette sandwich sent a quiver of excitement racing up his spine.
Justice motioned again to the audience to quiet down. He returned the icy gaze of the hovering blonde with one of his own. “I would like nothing better than to rape you again, Ms. Marvelous. But, alas, you have not yet shown yourself to be a worthy opponent for me. I therefore propose that you fight a preliminary bout. Should you emerge unscathed, you will then be granted the opportunity to fight me as part of a team match.”
“A team match?” Jody asked suspiciously.
“Yes, a match between two pairs of fighters-- You and the female combatant of your choice against me and another male combatant. The audience loves such spectacles. I am sure that it will be a truly splendid event.”
“Very well,” Jody agreed. “If it means that I will get a shot at you then I will fight in a dozen preliminary bouts. But I expect you to live up to the terms of our agreement!”
“Of course!” Major Justice replied with a nod. “I am one of the good guys-- I always keep my word!”
The spectacular super-heroine zoomed away from the balcony and performed a complete circle around the arena. The aerial display over the bleachers made the audience gasp in awe. The raucous applause of the fans grew louder as the beautiful warrior descended into the pit and touched down on the hard-packed dirt surface.
“Who is to be my opponent in this preliminary match?” Ms. Marvelous asked impatiently. Major Justice considered his choice carefully. The selection of a suitable opponent was not to be taken lightly. Whether Ms. Marvelous won or lost did not really matter—All that mattered was that she be weakened enough so that he could have his way with her in the team match without the risk of being beaten. And really, now that he thought about it, there was only one possible choice. There was only one opponent that could be counted on with near absolute certainty to adequately weaken the brash heroine. Justice’s amplified voice rumbled through the arena. “Oni Kamaha, step forward and enter the combat pit!”
The audience reacted to the announcement with perplexed silence. This was a mutant with whom they were not familiar.
“Oni Kamaha!” Major Justice called again. “Your time is at hand. Step forward and prepare to meet the challenge!”
People in the audience turned one way and then another as they watched for a fighter to step forward from one of the opposing lines of mutant gladiators. To their surprise, none of the men stepped forward. None of the women, either.
“There!” a voice finally cried out. “There she is!”
The eyes of the audience turned to view the shadowy figure emerging from behind the bleachers. The mutant was accompanied on either side by an MCT guard. The guards seemed nervous, as if they did not want to get to close to their charge.
“A woman?” Jody asked in surprise.
The mutant paused on the edge of the combat pit long enough to scan the crowd. Her eyes narrowed into wicked slits. A burning red glow seemed to emanate from their depths. Her hair was long and dark. Mocha brown skin added an exotic element to the simmering beauty of her striking, native Hawaiian features. Her petite build radiated the strength and agility of a gymnast.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Major Justice announced above the buzzing hum of the audience, “I am pleased to present Oni Kamaha, a woman of indeterminate age that has been a guest of the Institute for over six months. The fact that she has not participated in the Games before now is due only to the bizarre and dangerous nature of her powers, powers that we shall now see put on display against the heroic Ms. Marvelous!”
Oni Kamaha dropped agilely over the edge of the pit. She landed lightly on the ground and slowly walked to the center of the circular combat area. Unlike the other female prisoners, who were dressed in silver, Oni’s jumpsuit was black. She turned and faced her taller adversary. She bowed courteously.
“You are my opponent?” Jody asked in surprise.
“May the Blood Spirits grant me victory,” the woman replied.
“I fully expected that Major Justice would match me against a man,” Jody continued. “Though perhaps he thinks he is saving me for himself. Not that he will ever be so lucky as to--” “You should focus your concentration,” Oni Kamaha interrupted. “Marshall the energies of your inner Chi so that you can do your best. Only then will the Blood Spirits find you worthy of their aid.” “Huh?” Jody asked in surprise. “Blood Spirits?
The dark-haired woman’s hands came together in front of her chest so that the tips of her fingers were touching. The red fire in her eyes flared. “The Blood Spirits demand focus and discipline. I should know—My internment in this place has angered them. The spirits are displeased with me. But I now have the opportunity to regain their favor.”
“What do you mean?”
“I sense in you a great power, child. By defeating you, I may be able to escape this place and please the Blood Spirits. I may again know the splendid joy of having them reside within my heart.” Jody did not like being called a child. The woman standing in front of her appeared to be only a few years older than her. “You will find that defeating me is a difficult task, Oni Kamaha. I am an experienced warrior. Or, perhaps you are new to Megapolis and have not heard of me?” The beautiful blonde’s eyes were drawn to the hands of her opponent. Wrapped over the fingers of Oni’s right hand was a thin strap of leather. Attached to one end of the strap was a beautiful crystal. The crystal was four inches long and three quarters of an inch wide. Like Oni’s eyes, the crystal seemed to radiate with an unnatural red glow. Runes of some kind had been carved into each of its six polished sides. The ends had been rounded and smoothed. The red crystal captured and reflected the bright lights of the arena brilliantly, exuding an magical array of beautiful rainbow-like colors. “Forgive me for staring at your crystal,” Jody said. “I was under the impression that jewelry was not permitted here in the Institute.”
“Exceptions are sometimes made,” the woman replied politely, “especially for those of us that have the power to demand them.”
“Power?” the curious heroine asked. “What type of power do you have that you can make demands of the MCT?”
A slight smile came to Oni’s full lips. “The guards fear me for what I am. They appease me by providing certain comforts such as a private room away from the other mutants. They also allow me to keep this simple crystal.”
Jody looked at her opponent speculatively. “There are many powerful mutants in this place. What makes you so special?”
“You will see,” was the sinister reply.
Two MCT privates entered the pit and approached the women. The controller belts were removed from their waists. The crowd was abuzz with excitement. Though they would have preferred Major Justice over this unknown Oni Kamaha, they were satisfied with the knowledge that they would now get to see the famous Ms. Marvelous in action.
“A hundred dollars on the blonde!” one man offered the person next to him.
“Three to one odds on Ms. Marvelous!” cried out another.
Jody’s face softened. The spectators were right to bet on her, she knew. After all, she was the Champion of Megapolis, an experienced super-heroine that had battled against and defeated numerous enemies. And despite her foe’s implied threats, Oni was not the monster she had been expecting. The woman was not a huge and powerful man-beast, as Solar Flare’s challenger had been, nor even an MCT soldier. And other than for the odd red glow reflecting from her eyes, she seemed altogether unthreatening.
“I bear you no ill will, Oni Kamaha. I fight only because I am forced into it.”
“You will not be victorious,” the woman replied. “Through me, the Blood Spirits shall make you their vessel and you will become my slave. But know that things are not always as they first appear. Through defeat we shall know victory and through slavery we shall know freedom.”
Jody flexed her trim muscles. “Um, yeah, whatever you say. All I know is that I have to beat you in order to get a shot at Major Justice. But don’t worry—I’ll try not to hurt you.” The two combatants began to slowly circle one another. The Hawaiian warrior attacked first. She led with a feint at Jody’s head and then ducked into a crouch. With catlike quickness, she spun on her foot and aimed a kick at her foe’s right knee.
Jody leapt up and over the attack and drove a kick of her own at the woman’s head. Her foot barely grazed the target before spinning wide. Maintaining her balance, the beautiful blonde was able to block an expected counterpunch and deliver a second kick. To her surprise, this blow, too, missed by the narrowest of margins.
“You have some good moves,” Jody said in admiration of her opponent’s skill. “But you should know that I am only fighting at half speed.”
Oni’s red eyes flared. “As am I!”
The two warriors clashed again, their punches and kicks flying at one another much faster. The smooth exchange of strikes and counterstrikes was almost like a dance as the two women searched for a possible weakness in the other’s defense. Finally, after a series of near misses, the blonde heroine was the first to score.
Oni grunted in pain as the open-hand strike of her blonde foe defected off of her left shoulder. Her petite body was launched backward though the air and she landed awkwardly several feet away. A cloud of light dust rose into the air as she somersaulted into a crouch and somehow regained her balance.
“Nicely done,” the Hawaiian warrior complimented her foe. “But you shall have to do better than that to please the Blood Spirits.”
“Look,” Jody replied with a puzzled smile, “I don’t know what your powers are, but you are clearly not a match for me. Surrender now and I will not hurt you, ok?”
“The acceptance of a surrender is a sign of weakness,” the woman responded tersely. “The battle will end only when you make me your slave or I make you mine. Not before!” Ms. Marvelous braced herself as the dark-haired mutant launched herself back into the fray. Once again, the pace of her attack increased. Once again, Jody was able to block her strikes and counter with her own. Oni had super-strength, it was clear, but not nearly enough. She had speed and agility, but so did Jody. As the beautiful blonde had predicted, the fight was turning into a no-contest. The heroine fired a straight left into her opponent’s sternum. As before, the woman was lifted into the air and sent spiraling across the combat pit. “Surely that will do it,” Ms. Marvelous thought. “Surely she will recognize that she is no match for me and give up?”
Oni rose to one knee. Her hands pressed against the ground as if supporting her weight. Her head drooped down and she breathed very deeply. Long hair hid her beautiful face from view. For several moments it seemed that she was deep in some type of meditation.
“The Blood Spirits are pleased,” the kneeling woman finally said. “You have passed the first test.”
“Test?” Ms. Marvelous asked with a confused smile. “What do you mean?”
Oni Kamaha raised her head. Her eyes glowed like menacing red slivers from beneath the waves of black hair that framed her striking, Pacific Islander features. Her voice possessed a peculiar, almost beastly, quality.
“The Blood Spirits will only accept a slave that is both skilled and strong. This is the first test and you have passed.”
“The first test, huh? Is there a second?”
“For the second test, you must prove yourself to be pure of heart. The Blood Spirits demand purity.”
Ms. Marvelous watched guardedly as her opponent rose to her feet. “I have always been pretty good at tests. I think that I can pass anything that you throw at me. Why don’t you do yourself a favor and admit that you are overmatched?”
“Focus on the battle,” the woman cautioned again. “The second test is about to begin.” Ms. Marvelous braced herself as the woman attacked. The strikes came at her hard and fast. She blocked them all and prepared to drive home a punch of her own. Her right hand clenched into a tight fist. She stepped forward and let go with all of her considerable might—
“What?” the astonished heroine exclaimed as her punch connected with nothing but air. “Where did you go?”
“I am right behind you!” Oni shouted gleefully. “And you will not be able to deflect this strike!” Ms. Marvelous groaned in pain as her opponent’s fist crashed into the back of her skull. She fell forward like a timbered tree and landed face first in the dirt. The crowd cheered wildly as she slowly made it back to her knees. She held her aching head in her hands and looked up at her dark-haired opponent in confusion.
“How…?” the perplexed heroine asked. “How did you… move so quickly?”
The Hawaiian warrior’s laugh was short and brittle. “Super-speed is but the least of my many powers.”
Strong fingers tightened around the gorgeous blonde’s neck. She was lifted to her feet. A knee slammed into her stomach. A slap across the cheek turned her head to the side. A judo throw sent her airborne. She landed on her back, ten feet away in a billowing cloud of dust.
But the angelic beauty was tough. She rose quickly to her feet and propelled herself into the air, using her sensational flying power to rapidly cover the space between she and her foe. At the last possible instant, she dove to the left and lashed out with her right leg. The powerful kick landed squarely in the middle of her surprised target’s chest and propelled the woman backward into the cement wall of the pit.
“Maybe that will teach you some--”
Ms. Marvelous barely had time to defend herself as her apparently uninjured foe rebounded off of the wall and leapt for her. Once again, Oni’s fingers reached for her throat. At the last moment, the heroine was able to grab the woman’s wrists and hold her off. The two super-fems struggled with each other and for several seconds the outcome was in doubt. Finally, after giving it her all, the taller blonde was able to push her dark-haired devil of an opponent away.
“It seems that you are stronger than you first let on,” the blonde beauty stated while breathing heavily. “I wonder what other secrets you may have withheld?”
“You shall learn soon enough!” her opponent replied confidently.
“Perhaps,” the heroine said with the glimmer of battle-lust in her eye, “but before I do, let’s see how you handle another aerial attack!”
Momentarily ignoring her opponent, Ms. Marvelous shot upward into the air and captured one of the flying camera drones that had been hovering overhead. She clamped the device between her powerful hands and lined up a clear shot at her opponent. Proving once and for all that girls really can throw, she wound up and launched the spherical metal object like a speeding projectile at her surprised foe.
Oni was caught completely off guard by the unexpected attack. She raised her arms but it was too late-- The drone made a high-pitched clanging noise as it ricocheted off of her skull. The device deflected downward and slammed into the ground. It bounced across the hard dirt surface of the pit like
an under-inflated basketball before finally coming to a rest several yards away, a dented and now useless piece of metallic junk not dissimilar to the drone that Elle had destroyed in the earlier bout. Oni toppled over as if she had been hit in the head with a hammer, which was not far from the truth. The audience grimaced at the sight of her trim body bouncing off of the hard ground. More than a few thought the match might be over. But as the blonde heroine with the powerful throwing arm set down in the center of the pit, the fallen Hawaiian warrior slowly climbed back to her knees. Oni Kamaha lifted a hand to her aching head and snarled. She brushed the long strands of black hair from her face. She looked up at her beautiful opponent. Her eyes glowed red. She opened her mouth wide and roared in a furious rage.
“Your resistance is pointless! The Blood Spirits demand that you fulfill the test!” Ms. Marvelous stepped back in horror at the sight of her opponent’s unexpected transformation. To her amazement, Oni had grown a fearsome looking set of dagger like teeth. The fangs projected downward from her upper jaw like two sharp stilettos, each nearly an inch in length and possessing a fine point.
“What kind of monster are you?” Jody asked in horror.
Oni Kamaha rose to her feet and smiled to better display the newly elongated front teeth. “Because you are a fine warrior and fight with honor, Ms. Marvelous, I will answer your question. I was once human, though it was many years ago. I was the first-born daughter of the Hawaiian king, Liholiho. Like my father, I was much beloved by my people. But late on a moonlit night my life was changed forever. A demonic spirit, unknowingly brought to our islands by British missionaries, took note of my beauty and accosted me. I resisted him, but he was too strong and in the end he made me his slave. I now carry the essence of his brothers, the Blood Spirits. They provide me with more power than you can ever know.”
“And yet you are a prisoner of the MCT?” the heroine said without quite believing what she was being told.
The girl snarled. “Yes! I came to Megapolis on an errand of honor for my master. The MCT managed to capture me and brought me here to this foul place. Not knowing what it was that they had caught in their net, the MCT allowed me at first to live side by side with the other mutants. Soon enough, they learned of their mistake and discovered that they had allowed a wolf into the midst of their flock of sheep. Eventually, as their precious mutants began dying, one by one, each with its blood drained dry from its body, they discovered the truth. They discovered that Oni Kamaha is a vampire.” “And this is why they keep you separate from the others?”
The woman nodded in answer to the heroine’s question. “Yes, though my isolation is not as complete as they would like to believe. Among my many powers is the ability to read and influence the thoughts of others. It was by my design that Major Justice matched the two of us against one another in the Games. The jailer’s mind is strong but in the end he succumbed to the suggestions that I placed in his subconscious.”
“But why would you do such a thing? Before this night, we had never even met! What could you possibly hope to gain by fighting me?”
The exotically beautiful vampire smiled sinisterly. “I have been held prisoner in this vile place for six months, my ignorant child. It is imperative that I escape and complete my mission. And from the day you were first brought to the Institute, Ms. Marvelous, I have sensed that the opportunity for my freedom may finally be at hand. This is why I must defeat you-- This may be my last, best, chance.”
“What do mean?” the confused heroine asked. “What makes you think that I can free you from this prison?”
Oni Kamaha’s eyes narrowed. “Do not ask me to explain that which cannot be explained. Let it be said only that the Blood Spirits grant me power—Premonitions of what has been and what may yet be. I sense in you both the desire to escape and the strength to be successful in the attempt. But your strength alone shall not be enough. Left to your own designs, my beautiful girl, you will never escape this prison. But by submitting to the Spirits and becoming my slave, you may ultimately free us all.”
Jody paused while trying to absorb the shocking revelation she had just heard. Her eyes focused on the horrific fangs of her opponent. Her thoughts centered on the innocent mutants that had been
killed. How many other people had ended up on Oni Kamaha’s menu, she wondered? How many others had died to satisfy her lust for human blood?
“I have no love for the MCT,” the virtuous heroine stated firmly, “but perhaps they were right in imprisoning you. A vampire roaming the streets of Megapolis is something that I cannot permit. And though I do not know how my defeat in the Games will help you to escape, I will not allow you to terrorize a city that I have vowed to protect. Now that I see you for the evil creature that you truly are, I will no longer hold back in my attacks. I will do whatever is necessary to beat you, Oni Kamaha!”
“I expected no less!” the vampire responded with a snarl. “But your greatest efforts shall be in vain. Witness my power!”
The beautiful demon stretched out her left hand and pointed in the direction of her adversary. Her right hand clutched tightly at the crystal. Her face contorted in concentration and an eerie red glow took shape around her outstretched fingers. Without warning, the terrifying glow leapt forward from her hand like a bullet from a gun. As it rushed toward the surprised heroine, the light seemed to take solid form, reshaping itself into an elongated band of pure plasma.
Ms. Marvelous did not have time to move. The band of solid light was on her in an instant, wrapping itself around her upper body like a python intent on swallowing her within its crushing coils. The opposing ends of the band encircled her torso and merged together as one behind her back. The heroine’s arms were pinned tightly against her sides. Her breath was constricted. It was all she could do to remain standing.
The valiant heroine struggled to free herself from the band of solid energy squeezing her body. Her hands clenched into tight balls. The trim muscles of her arms and shoulders strained against the constricting force. Her jaw clenched. A look of steely determination burned in her eyes.
“I will not… be restrained!” the blonde beauty insisted between efforts to break free. “I am as strong… as ten men…”
“The mystical blood bond cannot be broken by the likes of you,” Oni Kamaha replied while approaching closer. “No mere mortal can escape its deadly embrace!”
Ms. Marvelous refused to give in. The intensity of her struggles increased. But despite her best efforts, the band of plasma held tight. It pinched her at elbow height, constricting across her arms and ribcage with tremendous force. Her round breasts protruded distinctly from beneath her tight-fitting jumpsuit as the band tightened still more around her body. The flow of blood to her arms was being cut off. Her great strength was being slowly depleted. It seemed that she was fighting a losing battle-- “No!” the determined heroine shouted. “I will not be defeated!”
The beautiful blonde called on every bit of her great strength in a final attempt to break the blood bond. Slowly, the band of constricting energy began to stretch. The red glow became brighter. It seemed to the spectators watching from the bleachers that the bond might be on the verge of breaking.
“Incredible!” Oni exclaimed in disbelief. “No one has ever resisted the blood bond so mightily!” A sudden burst of super-speed put the vampire directly behind the struggling heroine. A swift kick to the back of the beautiful girl’s legs dropped her onto her knees. A quick chop to the back of the head ended her resistance. Once again, the band of solid plasma tightened around the heroine’s body. Her fingers, which had been scrunched up into tight fists, now relaxed and dangled loosely at her sides. Her shoulders slumped. Her head tilted forward. Her voluptuous breasts heaved as she panted for breath.
The vampire smiled sinisterly. She gently stroked the girl’s hair and shoulders. “The time for resistance is at an end, child,” she said hungrily. “Now the time has come to see if you can pass the second test. We shall see if you are pure of heart!”
Jody’s once powerful arms felt like lead. She no longer struggled against the band that encircled her torso and held her prisoner. It seemed hopeless, she knew. Even her great strength had not been enough to break free of the blood bond. Now, she was on her knees and defenseless. Her opponent’s hands rested on her shoulders, holding her down. Everything was going wrong. Everything was— “No!” the gorgeous heroine vowed while lifting her head. “I will not give up!”
“Dear child,” her opponent’s sinister voice replied from behind, “the battle is already over. You belong to me, now…”
A chill went up the heroine’s spine as the fingers of her devilish foe drew back her long blonde hair and exposed the left side of her neck. A strong hand clutched her by the top of the scalp and tilted her head to the side. The vampire leaned over her. The blonde beauty gasped in protest as a set of warm lips began to softly caress her vulnerable throat.
“No! You must not--”
Ms. Marvelous sighed deeply. The effect of the vampire’s kiss was immediate and overwhelming. Oni’s velvety lips were soothing and hypnotic. The desire to resist seemed to melt from the heroine’s super-strong body. An erotic tingle flashed through her kneeling form as the erogenous zones on her throat were stroked and kissed. Her wide blue eyes grew glassy as her flesh was tasted by the vampire’s enticing tongue. Her eyelids became heavy as the warm breath of her foe softly caressed her skin.
“And now for the test,” Oni whispered into Jody’s ear while bearing her incisors. “My skin…” the hypnotized heroine mumbled in reply, “… bulletproof… will protect me…” “Your powers will not protect you,” the vampire countered. “Your soft skin is like butter to my fangs!”
The beautiful heroine winced as the teeth of her foe bit into her neck. But the pain caused by the two small puncture wounds was quickly replaced by a body-numbing, strength-draining sensation the likes of which she had never before known or imagined. The feeling was one of warm helplessness, an impression of utter dependence and complete sexual domination. On a deep, primitive level, the vampire’s bite was more erotic and debilitating than anything the young heroine had ever before experienced.
“No…” Ms. Marvelous moaned weakly as her blood was slowly but surely drained. “You are destroying me…”
Oni Kamaha lifted her head and looked skyward. Her full lips were red with blood. Her face was flush with excitement. Her eyes flared with lustful desire.
“Yes!” the vampire cried out. “Your blood is as sweet as any I have ever tasted! Glorious! Wonderful! It fills my body with a powerful energy!”
The dark-haired woman’s mouth returned hungrily to her victim’s throat. She drank deeply from the small wound, drawing out more of the sweet life-blood. When she raised her head again, her eyes burned with a demonic hellfire.
“The Blood Spirits find you to be acceptable,” she growled in a rough, almost beastly voice. “You have passed the test. You are pure of heart. You shall be a satisfactory vessel for their power!” “Stop…” Ms. Marvelous pleaded weakly. “You are draining me…”
The helpless blonde whimpered softly as she was gently lowered onto her back. Her arms remained pinned to her sides by the blood bond. He long legs, slightly bent at the knees, stretched out across the hard packed earth of the combat pit floor and did not move. Her blue eyes, half closed but still seeing, looked up at her attacker with the dull realization that she was now completely at the mercy of her demonic foe.
“So weak… can’t… move…”
“There is no point in resisting,” Oni said while kneeling over her defenseless victim and straddling her thighs. “Focus on your Chi and conserve your strength.”
Ms. Marvelous was dimly aware of the camera drones hovering nearby. Her demise was being filmed, she remembered. For a brief instant she imagined all of her enemies, all of the criminals with whom she had battled, rushing out to purchase Major Justice’s tapes. Would they sit around in their living rooms and drink beers and watch the destruction of their old adversary, she wondered? Would they jack off to the sight of their beautiful nemesis being reduced to the state of a helpless slave? Would they masturbate while watching the great Ms. Marvelous being sucked dry?
The virtuous heroine grimaced as her unrelenting foe gripped the fabric of her silver jumpsuit in her strong fingers and ripped it apart. As had happened to her friend, Elle, the tattered cloth was unceremoniously pulled to the side, revealing her firm breasts. The sound of the audience cheering made Jody’s cheeks burn. The feel of her opponent’s fingers delicately caressing her nipples made her body tense.
“No… do not…”
“Just a bit more,” her foe cooed in reply. “You must be well prepared before we begin the next phase.”
Jody writhed on the ground in a weak attempt to escape. She moaned loudly as the erotic sensations emanating from her swelling tits grew more intense. The vampire was blessed with a talented touch, as if she had done this many times before. The beautiful heroine’s struggles gradually slowed, then ceased altogether. Her strength was gone. She was beaten.
The merciless and debilitating breast massage continued for another two minutes. The gorgeous blonde’s firm tits stood high on her chest. Her hard nipples pointed upward like sharp mountain peaks. Her fleshy mounds were engorged with blood. The vampire knew that the girl was well prepared. The time had come for the second step.
Oni leaned over the helpless girl’s chest. She cupped Jody’s right breast between her hands. She pressed inward on the mound, causing the swollen mass to jut upward. Her lips gently kissed the protruding bud. Her fangs pierced the soft skin just above the nipple. Blood from the engorged tit flowed into her mouth. She sucked deeply, drawing in the sweet juice and satiating her thirst.
Jody’s eyes opened wide. She stared up at the compound ceiling helplessly. A soft moan escaped her parted lips as powerful erotic sensations flowed outward from her pierced tit and over her once-powerful body. The feel of her opponent’s warm, moist lips encompassing her swollen nipple and sucking it deep into her mouth made the defenseless heroine gasp in unwanted ecstasy. The departure of her life-blood, sucked from her tit to satisfy the hunger of the vampire, left her light-headed and weak.
The beautiful heroine knew that she was now battling two opponents. The first, the one that the audience saw and cheered, was a vampire that intended to drain her blood and make her its slave. But the second opponent was equally as dangerous. It preferred to remain in the shadows, hidden in the dark recesses of Jody’s mind, distracting and tempting her, using her ever-increasing sexual arousal to weaken and defeat her. It was her old nemesis, the Sartak, and it knew how best to attack her.
The bound heroine moaned again, this time louder. She felt no pain—The pair of small wounds left above her nipple by the vampire’s fangs were of no great concern other than for the amount of blood being drawn out of them by Oni’s ravenous mouth. No, it was not pain that was overcoming the gorgeous heroine, but erotic sensations. Her firm breasts jutted into the air above her chest. Her swollen tits were hard to the touch. Her nipples screamed in agony at the slightest touch. The spot of moisture between her thighs, which had originally appeared as she witnessed the rape of her friend, now grew larger.
Ms. Marvelous felt as if she were in a hypnotic daze. It was not simply that she could not resist, it was that she did not want to resist. Her body was now the property of Oni Kamaha. And as the vampire shifted her hungry mouth from the beautiful heroine’s right breast to the left, Jody thought that her end might finally be at hand.
“Please…” she pleaded helplessly, “… stop…”
But the vampire did not stop. The audience looked on in hushed astonishment as the dark haired demon continued to ravish her defeated foe. The sucking sound of her lips against the heroine’s tit could be heard throughout the arena. The soft moans of the helpless blonde, too, languished in the air like the muted cries for help of a lost and tormented soul. The cameras focused on the action, their cold lenses recording the heroine’s destruction from every possible angle.
From his balcony, high above the pit, Major Justice leaned over the railing to gain a better view. The sight of Ms. Marvelous being destroyed in such a personal way filled him with sexual desire. His swollen cock ached beneath the restraining fabric of his tight pants. He thought he might blow his wad at any second. As much as he had wanted Elle Mental, he knew, he now wanted Ms. Marvelous. His plan was working out perfectly-- With each of the M-Girls weakened to such an extent, he could easily have them both!
But he knew that he would have to wait his turn. For now, the vampire Oni Kamaha was in complete control. Finally, she released the breast of her beautiful victim. She raised her head and lifted herself back into a kneeling position. Her lips were stained red with blood. Her eyes glowed with an eerie fire. She breathed deeply and enjoyed the new found warmth flowing through her immortal body.
“Yes!” she cried out in joy. “Ms. Marvelous is everything for which I dared to hope. All that remains in the final ritual and then she shall be my slave!”
The onetime Hawaiian princess dismounted her victim’s legs and kneeled beside her hip. At a wave of her hand, the blood bond sparkled a final time and disappeared. The newly freed heroine remained still. Her arms lay lifelessly on the ground at her sides. Her skin was pale. It appeared that no strength remained in her body. Only the fact that her wide blue eyes were open indicated that she was still conscious.
“Surrender and fight no more,” Oni whispered to the defeated girl. “Your fate rests with me, now.”
The heroine did not protest as her long legs were lifted one by one and repositioned. Her knees were bent at ninety-degree angles. Her thighs were spread wide. The soles of her feet were placed together so that her legs formed a diamond shape. Strong hands pressed downward on her knees, forcing the outside of her thighs to flatten against the ground.
Jody groaned as the muscles of her inner thighs were painfully stretched. The vampire held her legs flat against the ground until they were limber enough to maintain the position without being restrained. The heroine had no strength or desire to resist. Her pliable body was like clay being molded by a sculptor.
Once again, the powerful hands of her foe gripped the fabric of her jumpsuit. Ms. Marvelous gasped in protest as the cloth was ripped away from her crotch and her womanhood exposed. Her body stiffened as probing fingers gently pulled back the pink folds of sensitive flesh protecting her nether mouth. Her moist hole was all too receptive, the beautiful heroine knew. Her body was aroused and ready. As if in open revolt against the failing will of her mind, her wet pussy was prepared to accept the invading fingers willingly and eagerly.
A gentle brush of one of the fingers across her swelling clitoris banished any thoughts of resistance and escape. Once again, Jody considered that this was not the first time that her relentless opponent had ravished a young woman. The vampire clearly knew what she was doing. Each touch of her fingers increased the heroine’s excitement. Each brush across her clit raised her level of arousal. “Oh, god…” Jody moaned helplessly. “No more… please… stop…”
The vampire removed the crystal from the leather strap that had secured it to her hand. With gentle patience, she drew it down across the virtuous heroine’s trimmed pubes and into her wide open slit. It slid easily inside her dripping hole, plunging half of its four-inch length into her depths.
“Your protests are as transparent as they are pointless,” Oni answered her victim. “Your body accepts the crystal willingly—Soon, your mind shall accept it as well.”
Ms. Marvelous writhed atop the dirt of the combat pit surface as her unrelenting foe began to fuck her with the crystal. The smooth gem felt warm inside of her. It seemed to pulsate with an indescribable energy. The energy mixed with that of her body, creating the beginnings of a powerful orgasm that might ultimately destroy her utterly.
The vampire slowly slid the crystal back and forth, in and out of her helpless victim’s receptive pussy. Within moments, the gem glistened with the beautiful heroine’s love juice. She gradually increased the pace of her movements, sliding the stone in and out more quickly and progressively increasing the level of sexual energy building up within the beautiful blonde’s athletic body. “Just a little bit more,” Oni whispered impatiently.
“Stop… please… stop…” the defenseless heroine whimpered.
Oni began working the stone much faster, each new stroke plunging the gem ever deeper inside the gorgeous heroine’s burning pussy. The girl’s body stiffened. Her back arched. Her womanly juices were dripping out of her sopping wet hole.
“Now!” the vampire exclaimed. “The moment is at hand!”
Ms. Marvelous moaned loudly as her foe slid the crystal inside her one last time. Unbearable sensations washed across her body as the vampire drove it in deep, her finger pressing it far into the warm depths of her receptive pussy. The blonde heroine’s orgasm exploded over the gem, mixing its energy with that of the stone. She cried out in erotic agony and her body shook violently. For several seconds, she felt the crystal inside her, radiating heat and pleasure as its elemental structure rapidly and magically deteriorated. Like a star going supernova, it released its energy in a single, spectacular explosion before dissolving into nothingness.
The spent heroine lay on the dirt floor of the combat pit in a daze. Her naked chest heaved up and down as she panted for breath. Her blue eyes stared upward at the skylights in the ceiling in confused disbelief. Camera drones hovered over her like vultures investigating the dead. They videotaped every aspect of her limp body, filming her swollen breasts and her dripping pussy in intimate detail.
Oni Kamaha smiled in satisfaction. Her fangs receded. She stood and brushed back the long strands of black hair from her beautiful features. She turned to the crowd and raised her hands in victory. Though the cheers of the audience meant nothing to her, she wished to indicate that the battle was over. She would torment her defeated foe no more—
“Will you not finish the girl off?” Major Justice asked from the balcony above.
“The battle is over,” the satiated vampire replied. “There is no more fight in her.” “I am not so sure,” the Major responded. “It seems that even now, after all she has been through, Ms. Marvelous still pursues you.”
Oni turned to see for herself. Indeed, the blonde beauty had partially risen and now crawled slowly toward her. The girl dragged herself across the dirt floor of the pit wearily, her once powerful arms pulling her closer, her long but nearly lifeless legs dragging through the dust behind.
A hush came over the audience as the valiant heroine finally made it to the feet of her opponent. She struggled to get to her knees. Her arms wrapped around the vampire’s right leg and hugged it tightly. Her left cheek pressed against the vampire’s thigh. She looked up at her foe through wide blue eyes. The angelic features of her face radiated the expression of a small child looking adoringly up at its mother.
“Mistress…” the girl stated desperately. “Tell me how it is that I can serve you?” Oni Kamaha smiled in sinister satisfaction. “You have passed the test, child. The Blood Spirits have accepted you as their vessel. But one challenge yet remains. You shall have your chance at Major Justice. It is imperative that you defeat him.”
“What is going on?” the major asked from above. “Will the match continue?”
The dark-haired woman’s gaze shifted back to the balcony. “If this girl is to be humiliated further, it shall be by your hand, not mine. And after all, is that not what you wanted all along? Did you not want her so weakened that she would not be able to resist you? Have I not done this? Or perhaps I misunderstood? Perhaps it was some other man that wished the privilege of raping her?”
The Major chuckled. “No, as usual, you are absolutely correct, vampire. And you have performed your task admirably. It is better that you leave some part of her for me. I shall finish her off in the next match.”
“A team match, wasn’t it?” Oni asked casually while extracting her leg from the grasp of her new slave. “You and one of your friends against Ms. Marvelous and the female combatant of her choice? Yes, the audience should appreciate such a spectacle. The sight of beautiful young women being raped seems to be the primary reason they came. I am sure that it will all work out even better than you expected.
Good luck!”
“I doubt that I will need luck tonight, Oni Kamaha. With both of the M-Girls badly weakened, I have little doubt but that I shall be able to defeat them each in turn and hardly raise a sweat in the doing. I shall make them my whores and it will all be recorded on film!”
The beautiful vampire’s eyes flared as she climbed out of the combat pit. She hissed a reply under her breath so softly that it could not be heard.
“It may be more difficult than you imagine, you arrogant bastard, for my slaves do not easily submit to the likes of you! It may be your humiliation that the cameras record and not that of Ms. Marvelous!”