Salvatore Griffon leaned back in the poolside lounge chair and looked toward the grand pagoda jealously. His eyes were hidden beneath a pair of tinted sunglasses but displeasure was clearly written on thin, down turned lips.
“That used to be me,” he snorted angrily while staring at Prince Lomac. “That used to be me sitting next to Don Refrain.”
The midday sun beat down on Griffon intensely, baking his leathery skin and bleaching the already colorless hairs that formed a grizzled and matted blanket atop an otherwise bare chest. The silver hairs were yet another indication of his advancing age, he knew, and yet another reminder of the fact that he was past his prime.
“But I am only fifty,” he reminded himself with a scowl. “And it isn’t about being old—It is about being experienced. What does Lomac have that I don’t have?”
But as Griffon continued to stare up at the pagoda, the answer to his question became painfully obvious. The man that had replaced him as Don Refrain’s first lieutenant reclined casually beneath the covered awning, clothed only in a tight-fitting pair of boxer swim-trunks. The chair in which he sat seemed barely able to contain the bulk of his incredible physique. His arms were like rods of steel. His chest was nearly as wide as a door. Chiseled abdominal muscles flexed beneath bronze-tanned skin. His waist was narrow and his thighs thick. In every way the man was an athlete. In every way his incredible body exuded youthful power.
A gaggle of beautiful, bikini-clad young women flocked around the Prince. They rubbed and stroked his amazing body. They applied suntan lotion to his darkly tanned skin. They flirted shamelessly in an effort to attract his attention. It was a dangerous game they played, Griffon knew. The Prince was known for his violent tastes almost as much as for his incredible sexual endurance. Not all of the women taken into his bed made it out alive. Still, the girls were attracted to his great looks and position of power. Their innocent eyes could not help but notice the large bulge protruding from beneath his swimming suit. To them, the Prince was a total stud. He was to be desired. He was everything that they thought they wanted in a man.
But Lomac was more than just a pretty boy, Griffon had to admit. The former dictator of Riberia was as strong as any man and possessed incredible fighting skills. Whether he was really the greatest warrior in all the world, as he claimed, was open to debate—But there could be no denying that Lomac’s tremendous physical assets and completely ruthless demeanor were precisely the characteristics that Don Refrain demanded from his highest ranking subordinate.
Griffon’s gaze shifted from Lomac to the boss. Don Refrain was the absolute ruler of the criminal underworld in Megapolis. He controlled everything from the drug trade to the prostitution rings. Countless politicians were on his payroll. Countless law enforcement officials were in his pocket. No one dared to stand up to him. No one dared to contradict his decisions. And Refrain had decided that Lomac, not Griffon, would be his number one man.
The M-Girls were to blame, Griffon knew. Ms. Marvelous and Elle Mental had made a fool of him time after time. It had been their constant interference in his criminal activities that made Refrain begin to believe that Griffon was getting too old to properly deal with such troublemakers. And when Prince Lomac proved his own worth by parading a captured and helpless Ms. Marvelous into Othello Manor as a gift for the boss, Griffon’s days as the top lieutenant were clearly over. Never mind that the blonde super heroine eventually escaped—In the end, even this failure was blamed on Griffon since he had failed to prevent Elle Mental from coming to her friend’s assistance.
“But it wasn’t my fault!” Griffon snarled under his breath. “Lomac tricked me into taking responsibility for Elle. Ultimately, he was the one to blame! It was unfair of the boss to lay all the blame at my feet!”
Don Refrain sat in the shade of the pagoda, next to Lomac. Unlike his new lieutenant, though, the boss was fully attired. The expensive silk suit was completely white and had been perfectly tailored to conform to his enormous bulk. A pair of dark shades covered the upper half of his round face. A wide-
brimmed fedora, as white as the suit, hid the top of his bald head from view. White cotton gloves covered his hands. Expensive leather shoes, polished white, adorned his feet.
The crime-lord was a whale of a man. His enormous gut made it impossible for him to sit straight—He slouched heavily in the over-burdened chair like an oversized pussycat wanting to have its belly scratched. His massive legs sprayed out beneath him at opposite angles, leaving his feet to make contact with the ground on the point of his heels.
Near the fingers of Refrain’s right hand, propped against the arm of his chair, rested the brass handle of a thick-shafted walking stick that the crime-boss always carried. But Griffon knew the walking stick to be a ruse— Despite his obese size, Refrain was not in poor health. And although the crime-boss preferred to let his subordinates do the fighting, if push came to shove Refrain could push and shove with the best of them.
“It used to be just you and me, remember?” Griffon grumbled while looking at his boss from across the patio. “Just you and me, knocking heads and carving up territories. We didn’t need any foreign prince to help us build this empire. We didn’t need any two-penny despot to keep the others in line.”
Griffon’s gaze shifted to the other people gathered around the swimming pool. The impromptu birthday party—his birthday party-- had attracted most of the top family members. Not that they cared all that much for him or the fact that he had just turned fifty—Most of those in attendance would make any excuse to park their lazy asses next to the pool on a hot summer day.
Nev Refrain, the boss’s adopted daughter, stood near him in the pagoda. Her swimming suit, if it could be called that, had a decidedly sadistic appeal—A thin black tube-top barely covered her womanly assets. A matching pair of black hot-shorts gripped her hips and posterior tightly. Spiked heel boots rose over her knees and half way up her thighs. But if any of the men at the party made the mistake of thinking that the sexy blue-skinned vixen was trying to attract a mate then they would be sadly mistaken. Griffon knew that the mutant lesbian dominatrix hated all men other than her father with a passion.
Behind Nev, and towering over everyone else like an all-powerful and ever-watchful presence, was Refrain’s bodyguard. Like his boss, Gravestone was a giant of a man and wore a suit. But that was where the comparisons surely ended. His attire was not white and it was not expensive. Instead, the charcoal-colored suit fit the big bodyguard much too tightly, as if it had been purchased for him at an early age and when he was only half the size he was today. Indeed, Gravestone’s massive shoulders and biceps seemed ready at any moment to explode from the straining fabric. His pants were equally tight fitting and how he actually climbed into the suit each day remained a mystery to all that knew him.
The big bodyguard stood silently near the back of the pagoda, his arms crossed in front of a barrel chest and an emotionless but fearsome frown on his blue face. His eyes diligently scanned the area, looking out across the patio and swimming pool and watching for anything out of the ordinary. Griffon followed the bodyguard’s gaze and for a moment thought that the big mutant might actually be admiring some of the many beautiful women that were tanning themselves around the pool. This idea was quickly discounted, though, as Griffon had never known the bodyguard to take more than passing notice of the young beauties that frequented Don Refrain’s home.
“You are an odd bunch,” Griffon chuckled silently while staring at the pagoda. “Prince Lomac loves his women to death, literally. Nev likes women, too, but only if she can torture them a bit. Gravestone, the invulnerable mutant, is as incapable of feeling love as he is of feeling pain.”
The aging enforcer focused on the boss. “And you, Don Refrain, you are perhaps the oddest of them all. Is it true, what they say? That you cannot bear the thought of having physical contact with another human being? That you cannot bear the thought of having any physical contact at all? How can you live that way? How can you endure the isolation? How can you endure the loneliness?”
Griffon was glad for the dark-tinted sunglasses covering his eyes. It would not do his reputation as a ruthless enforcer any good if his associates were to see the anger and pain in his eyes. Maybe he really was getting old, he finally decided. And maybe he and the boss were more alike than they knew. In some ways, Refrain was a reflection of himself. They were both getting older. Neither one of them had ever formed any real emotional attachments to women. Neither had ever married. They were both alone. Regardless of how many people they surrounded themselves with, in the end they remained utterly alone.
Had he chosen this life, Griffon wondered? Or had it chosen him? Without thinking, he raised his hand and allowed the fingers to cross the withered skin of his face. His right cheekbone and been eaten away by a childhood disease. The illness had left him ugly and repulsive. His hair had turned silver, making him look older than he really was. The women that he was attracted to-- the really beautiful ones—never gave him a second look. He had learned early on that the only way he could have them was to tie them up, to bind them in ropes and chains and force them to submit. He partook in this hobby often but it was not an ideal solution. For though bondage allowed Griffon to satisfy his sexual desires, it was hardly a substitute for attracting a wife and forming a long-term, emotionally rewarding relationship.
But he was what he was, the aging enforcer finally decided. Birthdays might be cause for introspection but such idle thoughts could not change the facts. He was fifty years old and no longer Don Refrain’s right-hand man. He was single and childless. And unlike his boss, who had somehow overcome his phobia of physical contact long enough to produce a son, and who had later adopted a daughter, he was completely alone in the world.
Yet not completely alone, Griffon sighed while looking around him. He still had his friends, the band of misfits and fortune seekers that formed the core of the Refrain crime family. Mikey and Rocko were here, and Smitty, too. Even Puck, the seven foot two inch monstrous simpleton, had made it to Othello Manor for the party. They were here, all of them, to celebrate his birthday. These people were his family. And despite their shortcomings, and despite the fact that he could not trust them even enough to turn his back on them, they were the ones that gave his pathetic life some bit of meaning.
“If I am going to get back on top then I have to prove my worth. I have to do something spectacular, something to prove to Refrain that I am still indispensable. All I need is a chance. This is my birthday wish—That I be given the opportunity to prove that I am not too old, that I am not washed up. Just give me the chance!”
Birthday wishes sometimes come true. No sooner had Griffon made his wish than something extraordinary happened. To be sure, it was something that nearly everyone at the party had seen before and probably hoped never to see again, yet it still took their breath away-- The angelic figure of an incredibly beautiful young woman, sparkling radiantly in a skin-tight red and black costume, descending from the heavens and settling down softly on the earth. Her slender but athletic figure was perfect in every way. The bare skin of her strong thighs and flat stomach was smooth and glowed with a healthy golden tan. Her hips were curved and her waist slim. Her breasts, large but not too large, stood firm and proud upon her chest. Bumps formed by her nipples beneath the sheer fabric of a revealing costume pointed slightly upward, as if indicating their desire to leave the sinful earth and return to the heavenly sky above.
The young woman’s shoulders and arms were bursting with strength. Her muscles were lean and chiseled like those of an Olympic athlete but at the same time completely and enticingly feminine. Long waves of golden-blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and served as a luxurious backdrop for a cover-girl face. She possessed the bone structure of a goddess. High cheekbones transitioned perfectly into a strong but narrow chin. Her nose was ruler straight. The full red lips of a wide mouth formed an unintentionally seductive pout. Incredible white and blue orbs, almost too large for her slender face, looked out from beneath the wide eyeholes of a black mask and radiated a virtuous and innocent, yet strangely vulnerable and erotic, facade. “Ms. Marvelous!” the witnesses to her breathtaking entrance exclaimed as one.
The magnificent heroine scanned the pool area and turned toward the grand pagoda. “Your reign of crime is finally at an end, Don Refrain! No longer will I sit idly by while you terrorize the innocent people of Megapolis!”
All eyes focused on the gorgeous super-heroine. Few men could resist gawking at her incredible beauty. Compared to the young blonde, the bikini-clad babes that surrounded the pool, all beautiful women in their own right, were humbled. Ms. Marvelous was long and lean where a woman is supposed to be long and lean, round and soft where she is supposed to be round and soft. Her curves and lines were perfect, as if drawn from the collective fantasies of every man that had ever been aroused by secret
thoughts of an imaginary woman. Griffon felt it, as did all the others—An immediate increase in his heart rate combined with a shortness of breath representative of the instant and raw sexual desire he experienced when looking upon this incredible and perfect vision of female loveliness.
“This is my chance!” the silver-haired enforcer declared anxiously while leaping from his lounge chair and rushing the girl from behind. “This is my chance to prove that I am still the boss’s best man!” Griffon embraced the girl, wrapping his arms over hers and around her chest. He locked his fingers in front of her sternum, just beneath her ample boobs. He squeezed with all of his strength, determined to force the air from her lungs and cause her to black out. He leaned back and lifted her slender figure off the ground, knowing that without leverage she would be unable to escape his vice-like grip.
“I’ve got her, Boss!” Griffon shouted to the pagoda. “I’ll take care of this little witch for you!” The feel of the girl’s warm skin pressing against his bare chest made the aging enforcer tingle with erotic anticipation. The pressure that her perfectly round ass was putting on his abdomen made him almost giddy. Thoughts of raping the girl, of spreading her long legs wide and sliding between her powerful thighs, of thrusting his swelling man-member into her wet hole, suddenly filled his imagination. He would rape her in front of everyone, Griffon decided. All would witness his victory over Ms. Marvelous. Prince Lomac, in particular, would be forced to watch as he--
“Impudent wretch!” the heroine snarled while struggling within his grasp. “You cannot hold the likes of me!”
To Griffon’s dismay, the powerful girl suddenly raised her super-strong arms and flexed her chiseled muscles. Her strength was far too great for him—His fingers came apart and his arms separated. Her lithe figure dropped back to the ground and she spun around so that they were face to face.
“Uh-oh,” the silver-haired enforcer mumbled while coming to terms with his mistake. The heroine’s right fist slammed into the birthday boy’s gut. He doubled over and dropped to one knee. She grabbed him by the neck and lifted his slack body back into a standing position. She pulled him close and stared into his gray eyes angrily.
“You are a foolish old man,” the young beauty snarled. “Now get away from me.” Griffon suddenly found himself airborne. He stared up at the clear blue sky and considered that his birthday wish had been answered, but not quite to his satisfaction. “I blew it,” he grumbled while crashing into the sparkling surface of the swimming pool. “I was over-anxious and once again that blonde bitch has gotten the best of me. But maybe, just maybe, I will get another chance…”
“How dare you invade my home?” Don Refrain demanded angrily while rising from his seat in the pagoda. “How dare you violate the sanctity of Othello Manor?”
Ms. Marvelous looked around her. The cold, castle-like, exterior walls of Othello Manor could not diminish the lavish beauty and luxury that existed within the outer cloister. The outdoor pool and patio were brilliant in both design and furnishings. The architecture was based on Greco-Roman styling, with white marble pillars and etched tiles. Large planters, cut from marble and granite, contained all manner of beautiful flowers and vines. The pool itself was formed in an oblong shape and contained alternating shallow and deep sections. An extravagant fountain at its center sprayed crystal clear water high into the air. A series of tiered steps led down from the elevated pool to the large house, beyond.
Yet despite its apparent beauty, the blonde super-heroine knew Othello Manor to be a place of evil. Constructed atop Grotto Hill, the highest point in all of Megapolis, the heavily secured structure was almost as impervious to intrusion as it was to prying eyes. Few would dare to arrive uninvited. But she dared. Oh, yes, Ms. Marvelous had looked forward to this opportunity for some time.
“There is no sanctity at Othello Manor, Refrain. This place reeks of your evil. But I shall put an end to your reign of terror. For too long Megapolis has been fouled by your presence. But no more-- Today, we end it. Today, we settle our old score once and for all!”
The angry scowl on the crime lord’s broad face was replaced by a wicked smile. His eyes sparkled with sinister anticipation. “There is only one way for us to settle the score, my young adversary, and only one outcome that shall satisfy my thirst for revenge. You have thwarted my schemes too many times.
You are responsible for sending my only son to prison. You have burned down my house and destroyed my property. You have cost me countless millions of dollars in drug revenues. Yes, the only outcome that shall satisfy me is your complete and utter destruction!”
“It shall not be I that is destroyed,” the valiant heroine responded bravely, “but you! Your days as a criminal kingpin are over!”
“You are a foolish little girl, Ms. Marvelous. You cannot possibly hope to achieve victory against all of us all by yourself.” The crime boss paused and glanced about as if looking for something. “But perhaps you are not alone, yes? Perhaps the other half of the M-Girls is here, as well? Where is she hiding? Where is Elle Mental?”
The blonde heroine shook her head and smiled confidently. “Elle is not here. I assure you that I am alone. But if the rest of your men are as incompetent as the first one that tried to grab me, I should have little trouble in mopping up the floor with them.”
Refrain looked toward the swimming pool and frowned. “I must admit that Griffon was uncharacteristically impatient when he attacked you. Rather out of character for the man, as to be honest, he has never been known for his bravery. More often, my former first lieutenant, ruthless as he is, prefers to send others into the fight before jumping in himself at a more advantageous time. It was always his greatest talent-- jumping into the battle at just the right moment-- but he is getting old and careless and it would seem that my decision to replace him with younger stock was the right one. My other men will not be so easy for you to dispatch.”
“I will defeat them all,” the heroine boasted.
The crime lord’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “We shall soon see. But first some introductions-- Surely you remember Prince Lomac, do you not? As I recall, the two of you have been intimate on more than one occasion. I imagine that he could take you all by himself if I ordered it.”
“Ah, yes,” the heavily muscled Prince said while gracefully getting to his feet and standing beside Refrain. “She certainly remembers the Warlord of Riberia—In our first encounter, I raped her almost into submission on the pier by the docks. It was only by dragging herself, and I with her, over the edge and plunging our bodies into the icy river below that she was able to escape. In our second meeting, at the Apple Hills estate, I defeated the boastful young beauty and delivered her to you here at Othello Manor, chained and helpless.”
“You will pay for your crimes, Prince Lomac!” the heroine replied angrily.
Don Refrain snickered. “And surely you remember my bodyguard, the invulnerable Gravestone? The two of you have traded blows more than once, though in every instance it was you that found a way to come out on top. Still, I am confident that he will be victorious in the next encounter, should it be required.”
“Your mutant giant does not frighten me, Refrain.”
“No? Then how about my daughter? I am sure you remember the way that she mistreated you in my parlor? Had Elle Mental not come to your rescue, I am sure that Nev would have completely ravished and destroyed you.”
Ms. Marvelous remained unimpressed. “Your lesbian ward is of no concern to me. I came to Othello Manor to fight you. If I have to chop my way through an army of lackies to get to you, then so be it!”
Don Refrain smiled wickedly. “Then perhaps you will not mind one more? He is a new member of the family and a special surprise, to be sure! I have been holding him in reserve for just such a moment as this. Come forth my steel knight! Come forth and introduce yourself to our lovely but uninvited guest!”
Ms. Marvelous waited impatiently as the party guests turned and looked toward the stepped entrance to the patio. She tried to remain calm but the looks of excited anticipation on the faces of the guests made her uneasy. Who was this new foe, she wondered? And would he tip the scales too much in Don Refrain’s favor?
The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard from beyond the steps. But not normal footsteps-- Instead, it sounded like the person climbing the steps was wearing metal shoes. Refrain had called the approaching newcomer his “steel knight”. Ms. Marvelous now wondered if he had not been kidding. Was the man really wearing a suit of armor?
All at once the new foe crested the top of the steps and came into view. The midday sun glinted off of his steel outer shell brightly. But to the heroine’s shock, this was no knight in shining armor. Cables and pulleys could be clearly seen running the length of his arms and legs. Steel rods substituted for bones. Metal plating took the place of a chest. Reinforced shells formed his shoulders and joints. His head was a terror, a metal skull with human-like teeth and a fleshy approximation for a tongue resting between mechanical jaws. His eyes were hideous, white bulbous globs of soft gelatin set into never blinking steel sockets.
“What manner of robotic nightmare is this?” Ms. Marvelous asked in horror as the creature strode obediently to the pagoda and stood beside its master.
The white-suited crime boss laughed loudly. “Do you not recognize your old foe, Jack Hill? But perhaps you do not—After all, the last time the two of you battled its steel skeleton was still covered by artificial flesh. As I recall, you destroyed its twin in that battle and nearly finished Jack, as well. I later found its lifeless shell at the abandoned Camtronics Laboratory, precisely where you left it. I returned with it here, to Othello Manor, and put my scientists to work on reactivating its programming. What stands before you is the result—Jack is not as pretty as before, I admit, but it retains the unnatural desire to experience sexual pleasure. Oh, and it is now completely loyal to me.”
The heroine did her best to retain her composure. Silently, she was forced to acknowledge that she had not expected to find such a large congregation of her enemies in one place. But as her fingers clenched into tight balls and as her muscles tensed for action, she vowed that she would not lose this battle. The fate of Megapolis, not to mention her own survival, depended on it.
“Since you are too much of a coward to face me one on one, Refrain, I suggest that your cronies engage me as quickly as possible. The sooner that I take care of them is the sooner that I can get to you.” “Very well,” the obese mob boss replied. “But I see no point in using my elite officers when the
foot soldiers should serve just as well. Look behind you, Ms. Marvelous, and prepare to be destroyed!” The gorgeous heroine spun around and gasped in surprise. Three large men—Rocko, Smitty, and Mikey—stood but a few feet away. They were each dressed only in a swimming suit but each thug held a dangerous looking handgun and each was aiming it directly for her.
“Curse it all!” Ms. Marvelous exclaimed. “How could three such brutish thugs have snuck up on me?”
But the answer was not difficult to ascertain. So distracted had the beautiful heroine been by the arrival of the robot Jack Hill that she had been oblivious to the movements of the other people near the swimming pool. A silent signal must have been exchanged between Refrain and his men. Now, with nary a warning, three of Refrain’s best skull-crackers were prepared to send her into the next life. Devious smiles formed on their faces. Fingers tightened on the triggers. Evil sparkles glinted in their eyes as they let lose the first round of deadly cartridges.
“Eat lead, super-bitch!”
Flame leapt from the barrels. The sharp crack of gunfire filled the air. Ms. Marvelous yelped in pain as three slugs slammed into her chest. But the heroine remained standing. She looked down at the black star that adorned her indestructible costume. There were no holes in the fabric. The bullets had not penetrated her flesh.
“Fools!” Don Refrain shouted from the pagoda. “She is bulletproof! Your careless gunplay will do nothing but endanger the rest of us. Attack her physically! Attack her sensually! That is her weakness—She cannot endure sexual stimulation!”
The three thugs glanced at one another and smiled in lustful eagerness. If their job was to rape a gorgeous young blonde, they decided, then so be it. They dropped their guns to the ground. They approached the slender heroine cautiously and took up positions around her lithe body. Rocko made the first aggressive move, charging forward with speed that belied his great bulk and firing a haymaker left at his target’s head. To his dismay, though, the athletic super-fem easily ducked under the punch and countered with one of her own. The blow slammed into the big thug’s chest just below the sternum. His face went pale and he howled in pain. He dropped to his knees and rolled onto his side in a fetal position. The few whimpers that came from Rocko’s quivering lips indicated that he was finished.
“A good old solar plexus punch,” the triumphant heroine explained to the men that remained. “You can always count on it to chop a big man down to size.”
The expressions on Mikey’s and Smitty’s faces changed. They looked at one another with trepidation. Rocko was as big and strong as either of them and yet their much smaller opponent had dispatched him with the speed and efficiency of a master martial artist. Suddenly, the idea of taking on a super-heroine seemed far less attractive than it had a moment earlier.
“Maybe we should bring in some reinforcements?” Mikey suggested.
“I’m all for that,” Smitty agreed. “Yo, Puck! Bring your mongo ass over here and give us a hand with this hellcat!”
Ms. Marvelous followed the gaze of her outclassed opponents and looked upon the largest man she had ever seen. The giant was over seven feet tall if he was an inch and surely weighed close to five hundred pounds. Like the others, he was dressed only in a swimming suit, which made his massive physique all the more impressive. His biceps were easily as thick around as her waist. His enormous chest could have been rented out as a roadside billboard. His legs were like tree trunks and his feet were as large as skateboards. His manhood, barely contained within the almost overflowing swim trunks, was bigger than anything she had ever seen before.
“This probably won’t be fun,” the giant grunted while approaching close to the heroine. Ms. Marvelous felt almost claustrophobic while standing near the huge man. As he fearlessly came closer, she noticed that his right forearm was encased in a solid looking plaster cast. Numerous signatures, autographs from well-wishers and the like, covered the cast and gave it a smudged, dirty appearance.
“That’s some cast,” she said with a mocking smile. “Did little Pucky-wucky hurt himself?” The giant grinned broadly and lifted his arm to shoulder level. “Elle Mental broke my arm. It is all healed now but I like to keep the cast on. It makes smashing things more fun!” As if to reinforce his point, Puck slammed the cast down into the open palm of his left hand. The forceful impact sounded like the crack of thunder.
Ms. Marvelous swallowed hard but held her ground. She prepared for an attack and did not have to wait long. The giant took a huge stride forward and swung the cast down at her head. She caught it in her hands just inches from her forehead and strained to stop its downward momentum. The soles of her heelless boots momentarily slid backward across the smooth surface of the patio as she and the monstrous bruiser tested one another’s strength. But the genetically enhanced heroine possessed the power of ten men. Even the giant Puck could not match her.
“Yep,” Puck declared while being pushed back and away by the much smaller heroine. “You still strong. Last time you picked me up and threw me out a window. It wasn’t much fun. Fighting with you never seem to be much fun. Puck should have known.”
The glamorous super-fem looked up at her dimwitted opponent and smiled sympathetically. “Sorry, big guy. But you teamed up with the wrong bunch. Now it is time to pay the piper.” The lithe blonde leapt forward and fired a kick into the giant’s stomach. Because of his tremendous size, she figured that he could absorb something close to her full strength without being seriously injured so she did not hold back. Too late she realized that his rib cage was not made of iron. The sickening crack of breaking bones indicated that Puck would not be having fun again anytime soon. “Ouch! That must have hurt!” the beautiful blonde said while watching the giant crash to the ground like a felled sequoia.
“Good moves!” Mikey said from close behind her. “But we only wanted to use Puck as a diversion. You never should have taken your eyes off of Smitty and I!”
The glamorous heroine’s mouth opened in surprise as two sets of strong hands clasped her under the arms. Her slender figure was lifted off the ground and pulled backward through the air. All at once, the two men slammed her down on the hard surface of the patio. The etched tiles were unforgiving as her head and shoulders cracked against them. The impact on her back was crunching and the breath was momentarily knocked out of her. Her spine arched upward in pain. She panted desperately in a futile attempt to get her lungs working.
The two men leapt on the young beauty’s prone body quickly. Smitty lay beside her on the left, pinning her left arm beneath his considerable bulk. The fingers of his left hand quickly slid beneath the fabric of her bikini bottom and began groping her crotch. He worked his middle digit inside her slit, delving between the soft folds of flesh that formed her vaginal lips, slipping past them and into her
vulnerable hole. Before she even realized what was happening, he had forced his way inside her, pressing the offending finger in to the middle knuckle.
“What?” the shocked heroine squealed in surprise. “How dare you violate me in such a manner?”
But her worries were greater still. Mikey, lying across the right side of her body, pinned her right arm beneath his heavy weight. Propping himself up on his elbow so that he could use both hands, he pulled back the top of her costume so that her right breast was exposed. He gently clutched her breast between his fingers and began to intently massage the fleshy mass. He worked the breast expertly, relying on the experience of a lifetime of sexual conquests to employ just the right amount of pressure and speed. And his experience was nothing to be scoffed at—He, and Smitty as well, had laid hundreds of women over the years. They were both young studs with lots of money and connections. Because of their positions within the Refrain crime family, they had access to lots of women. They were physically attractive. And like Prince Lomac, they were both highly desired by the ladies.
Ms. Marvelous gasped as she suddenly realized the sexual proficiency of her two opponents. Mikey’s hands clutched her breast on opposite sides, one on top and the other on the bottom, and manipulated her sensitive mound like old pros. Apparently able to control the adrenaline rushing through his veins and the desire pulsating through his hardening groin, the man showed incredible restraint as he seduced her tit, softly brushing the surface of her breast with the tips of his fingers without bruising the skin or causing her any discomfort. Each digit drew gentle circles over her smooth skin in a relentless and altogether arousing manner. Further adding to her peril, his face hovered above her tit and he began to softly blow on her hardening nipple.
“Stop it!” the struggling heroine demanded. “My body is not for the likes of you!” But for the moment, at least, Ms. Marvelous knew that her body did belong to the two young studs. Still dazed from the body slam against the hard and unforgiving surface of the patio, she could do nothing as Smitty’s middle finger penetrated deeper into her snatch. The digit flexed back and forth inside her hole, trying to locate her G-spot and put an end to her increasingly frantic struggles. In desperation, the beautiful heroine clamped her thighs together but the effort to restrain the movements of the brute’s hand had little effect.
“It won’t be long, now,” Smitty said to his partner. “I can feel her starting to get wet.” As much as she hated to admit it, the virtuous heroine knew that the thug was right. A distinct tingling sensation was beginning to emanate from her violated womanhood. She had been pinned beneath the two men for less than a minute, yet already her incredible body was becoming aroused. “God!” Ms. Marvelous groaned silently while trying unsuccessfully to free her arms. “If I don’t do something quickly, these guys are going to ravish me utterly!”
Mikey continued to rub her now aching breast. Unable to restrain himself any longer, his hungry mouth dove down on her tit and licked the protruding nipple. An involuntary moan escaped the heroine’s lips as the rough surface of her foe’s tongue was repeatedly and slowly drawn across her sensitive bud. Her eyes closed as she tried desperately to fight off the waves of sensations coursing through her oversexed form. She tried again to pull her arms free of the heavy bodies that held them pinned to the patio surface.
“Oh, god… can’t do it… have I really weakened so much… so quickly?”
A second minute passed. The finger in her pussy was now driving her crazy. Her insistent attacker had driven it inside her hole nearly to its full length and was working it back and forth in her depths relentlessly. Her thighs came apart and, to her dismay, the beautiful heroine suddenly realized that her pelvis was willingly thrusting forward and back in unison with the movements of her attacker’s hand. Her body was being finger-fucked and definitely seemed to be liking it!
“Yeah!” she heard voices shouting from the grand pagoda. “Do her! Finish her off!” Ms. Marvelous moaned helplessly as her fantastic body was plundered for another thirty seconds. Her nipples, even the one that was not being directly stimulated, now jutted skyward like sharp arrowheads. Her pussy was almost dripping wet.
“I did not think it would be this easy,” Don Refrain stated to Lomac. “Is this the same woman that has caused us so much grief? Is this the same woman that destroyed the Reavors and sent my son to prison?”
“Indeed,” the Prince agreed. “I did not think that Mikey and Smitty would be up to the task but they have surprised us. Our beautiful adversary should reach her climax very soon. And once she does, she will be completely at our mercy.”
The beautiful blonde’s cheeks burned with a fiery blush at the sound of her gloating enemies. She channeled the embarrassment into anger and the anger into strength. Her wide blue eyes opened. Her jaws clamped together. Her fingers rolled up into tight fists. She would not allow herself to be defeated, she vowed. She would not be used as a sex-toy by her brutish foes, no matter how talented their fingers might be!
“Get off of me, you vermin!” Ms. Marvelous shouted while struggling beneath the heavy bodies of the two men. “I will never surrender myself to the likes of you!”
With a tremendous effort, the valiant heroine rolled onto her left side. Her super-powerful right arm lifted Mikey over her chest and dropped him on top of Smitty. The surprised hooligans became entangled with one another, giving the beautiful blonde the opportunity to roll away and escape.
Ms. Marvelous, weakened but determined to fight on, was on her feet in a flash. As her opponents unraveled themselves and got up, she self-consciously adjusted her costume so that everything was covered. But there could be no doubt that the initial attack on her virtue had been devastating—Beneath the sheer fabric of her outfit, her breasts now appeared noticeably heavier than they had before. A spot of moisture darkened the thin cloth of her bikini bottom. She panted heavily in a desperate attempt to subdue the erotic sensations racing through her slender body.
“You are wicked and evil men!” the young blonde shouted at her approaching opponents. “Fight fair and see how well you do!”
Smitty laughed heartily. “I guess my finger wasn’t enough for a super-hot chick like you. Next time, I’ll use my cock!”
The heroine’s mouth opened wide in shock and disgust as her boastful foe reached into his swimming trunks and pulled out his half-swollen man-saber. He stroked it in his right hand and pointed the knobby head in her direction.
An unwanted yearning tugged at the virtuous blonde’s heart. It was her weakness, she knew, a vulnerability to sensual stimulation that could sap her will to resist as surely as it could steal away her super-powers. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could not pull her eyes away from her opponent’s quickly swelling cock. Memories of being pinned beneath him, of his finger stroking her hot pussy from the inside, made her knees go weak. Part of her wanted nothing more than to lie back down on the warm tiles of the patio and allow him to resume the pillaging of her over-heated body.
“Do I see fear in your eyes?” he asked mockingly. “Don’t worry, babe—If it is too big for your snatch then I will shove it in your mouth!”
The young heroine sighed heavily and prepared to resume the battle. The deriding look of male superiority on her foe’s face filled her with a renewed sense of determination and strength. “Shove this!” she shouted while rushing forward and launching an attack.
The blonde angel’s fists were a blur of motion. She pelted Smitty with a series of crunching jabs, crosses, and hooks. Though no longer at one hundred percent, her strength was still more than that of any man. The thug groaned in pain as punch after punch bombarded his skull and chest. His cock flopped about in front of him like a stiff piece of rubber as his body was struck from side to side. Finally, he could take no more. With his eyes rolling up into the back of his head, he slumped to the poolside tiles and fell forward onto his face.
“You will never again violate me in such a way!” the victorious heroine shouted down at her defeated foe.
“Perhaps he won’t,” a voice said from behind, “but I will!”
Ms. Marvelous spun around and looked into the eyes of Mikey. Undeterred by the destruction of his friend, the big thug seemed intent on turning the battle back to his favor. He grabbed the surprised heroine around the waist and easily lifted her one hundred and thirty pound body into the air. Handling her like a rag doll, he spun the beautiful girl around so that she was inverted and dropped her stomach first over his right shoulder. Her legs dangled behind his back and her long hair drooped down in front of his chest.
“Prince Lomac showed me this move,” he said into her left ear. “It is the best one I know and I figure it ought to finish you off!”
Dropping to one knee, the powerful thug flung the heroine’s lithe body forward and down so that her right shoulder crashed off the top of his right thigh. She absorbed the devastating impact and continued to fall forward, smashing against the hard patio surface with her back. Due more to inertia than to any effort on her part, the young beauty rose into a sitting position and slumped forward. Her right arm fell limply into her lap. She grasped her injured shoulder with her left hand and whimpered in pain from beneath the mat of jumbled blonde hair that now hid her face.
But Mikey did not wait for his dazed foe to recover. Moving in behind her, he roughly forced the beautiful girl up onto her knees. He planted his toes on the back of her knees and used his weight to pin them to the ground. He grasped her under the chin with both hands and locked his fingers together. He leaned backward and fell into a sitting position on the ground with his legs pressed together and folded in front of his chest. The points of his knees dug into the girl’s back between her shoulder blades. He pulled back on her head, arching her body like a bow and locking in the submission hold.
Ms. Marvelous cried out in pain as her spine and neck were tortured. Her breasts were thrust high in the air. Her left hand grasped desperately at the mesh of fingers pulling back on her chin. But without the use of her right arm, which was still numb from the shoulder-breaker maneuver, she had little chance to break the hold. Her knees remained pinned to the ground with her legs folded beneath her. There seemed to be no escape. With each second that passed, she came a bit closer to passing out. With each moment that went by, she came a bit closer to a humiliating defeat.
“No!” the brave heroine groaned while being forced endure an impossible amount of pain. “It cannot end like this!”
Despite her tremendous courage, the heroine wanted to submit. The pain was too much. It felt as if her spine and neck were being ripped apart from the inside out. Were this a battle of honor, a battle in which a contestant could honorably admit defeat at the hands of a superior opponent and live to fight another day, she would have gladly surrendered. But this was not a battle of honor. It was a battle for her life and to surrender would surely mean her demise.
Gradually, the young beauty’s struggles lessened. Her left hand lost strength and slowly slid down across her chest and stomach. It fell across her hip and toward the ground. Her tortured body went limp. Her eyes closed. She was finished.
With a victorious nod toward the man that had taught him the finishing hold, Mikey released his finger-lock from the defeated girl’s chin and allowed her slack body to slump off of his upraised knees and fall onto the patio tiles. He rolled onto his side and got to his feet. He stood over the beautiful super heroine and looked down lustfully on her prone figure.
“I guess you weren’t so tough after all,” he said while loosing his rapidly swelling cock from his shorts. “Now I am going to fuck you until you beg for mercy. Hell, I am not even going to wait for you to regain consciousness. I am just going to start fucking you and when you wake up you can--”
“I am already awake, fool!” the heroine suddenly replied while opening her eyes. “And you will never touch me with that foul thing you call a cock!”
To the surprise of all that were watching, and most of all to Mikey, the beautiful super-fem raised her foot and drove it into the exposed crotch of her hapless foe. Her heel landed squarely against his balls and for a moment lifted him off the ground. Mikey’s face turned a sickly shade of red as he settled back to earth. He turned and faced the pagoda. He tried to speak but could manage little more than a high pitched croak. He tottered forward and back and then collapsed sideways onto the hard tiles.
Ms. Marvelous rose to her feet and flexed her aching back. She twirled her right arm to work out the final tingling sensations left over from the shoulder-breaker. “I was never unconscious,” she explained to the spectators under the pagoda, “but I have to admit that it was a pretty good submission hold. The only way I could escape was to play dead. Mikey should have anticipated my ploy and held me in the hold for a bit longer before assuming that I was really finished.”
“Something that I tried to teach him,” Prince Lomac said with an admiring look toward the gorgeous super-heroine. “But I can assure you that I will not make the same mistake.” The beautiful blonde looked the nearly naked man up and down. “Then it is your turn, is it? Are we finally done with the preliminaries or shall I beat up a few more of your lackies?”
“No,” the Warlord of Riberia answered while stepping out from the grand pagoda. “It is time that I, the great Prince Lomac, finally put you in your place. Prepare to meet your doom, Ms. Marvelous!”