The super-heroine known as Ms. Marvelous stood her ground and prepared for battle. The hot, midday sun reflected brilliantly off of her revealing costume and golden-tanned skin. Long blonde hair, moist with perspiration, lay in matted waves atop her strong shoulders. The bodies of fallen foes lay defeated at her feet.
“So, is it finally your turn to face me, Prince Lomac? Or must I beat up a few more of your lackies?”
A nearly naked man stepped down from the grand pagoda and faced off with the beautiful heroine. His physique was like that of a mythical Greek god. His muscles rippled with power. A large bulge pressed outward from the front of his swimming suit. His dark eyes glowed with a lustful excitement.
“I will face you,” the Prince replied, “and I will make you my sex-slave. No woman can resist the Warlord of Riberia!”
The gorgeous blonde swallowed hard and tried again to subdue to tingling sensations burning across her long and slender figure. The battle so far had not been easy. Her perfect breasts were swollen and heavy. Her pussy was moist and warm. Her magnificent body had been teased and stroked. Her soft skin had been ravished. Her sensitive erogenous zones had been fondled and caressed.
She was as strong as ten men but vulnerable to sensual stimulation. Bullets would bounce harmlessly off of her chest but a few strokes across her susceptible nipples could bring her to her knees. She was impervious to most forms of damage but a few rubs across her sensitive clitoris could reduce her to a trembling mass of over-sexed woman-flesh.
The blonde super-fem tried to ignore the alluring good looks of her evil and mostly unclothed foe. She tried to put aside thoughts of what lay beneath his snug-fitting swimming trunks. “I will not only resist you, Lomac, I will defeat you. You are but one more insignificant obstacle in my quest to bring Don Refrain to justice. Never the less, because of your arrogance and our past history, I will take great pleasure in chopping you down to size.”
The Prince seemed to be amused. His broad and enticing smile could quickly dazzle most women. But beneath the handsome, boyish good looks of his exterior lurked a sinister and dangerous evil.
“I have raped you before, my beautiful adversary, and I shall do so again. I will make you climax and steal away your incredible powers. You will be made helpless before me as I fuck you over and over again.”
“You are a pig!” Ms. Marvelous answered in disgust.
“And you are an extremely beautiful young woman that I strongly desire,” the Prince answered. “Your fate is preordained. It is pointless to resist. You cannot win.”
“I can win and I will win!” the brave heroine shouted while leaping forward to attack. “I shall never be defeated by the likes of you!”
The Prince raised his arms just in time to deflect a flurry of powerful blows. The punches were like nothing he had ever before experienced. “My god!” he said to himself. “She is even stronger than I remember!”
A crunching left finally managed to breech his defenses. The woman-warrior’s knuckles crashed off of his jaw. His head snapped to the side. He saw stars and fell to one knee.
“I will not be thwarted!” the beautiful super-fem declared while standing above the Prince. “I will defeat the entire Refrain crime family if I have to, but Don Refrain will be brought to justice!” “You would do better to worry about me,” Prince Lomac answered while changing the tide of the battle and dropping the girl onto her butt with a sudden leg-sweep.
Moving quickly, the Prince pounced on his gorgeous opponent and straddled her slender waist with his thighs. His hands pressed down on her shoulders, pinning them to the patio. He looked down into her cover-girl face, only partially hidden beneath a black mask, and again thought of how beautiful she was. Her eyes, even angry as they were now, were like deep blue oceans that he could swim in
forever. Her full red lips were like sweet candy that he desired to taste. The line of her slender neck was soft and enticing. Her large breasts were firm and alluring. The feel of her flat stomach pressing against his swollen cock was nearly more than he could resist. He did not want to resist. He wanted only to take this exquisite beauty and make her his own.
He had made love to the young wildcat twice before. On the first occasion, he had completely dominated the beautiful heroine, fucking her and bringing her to a power-stealing climax. In the second battle, though, she had injured his groin and prevented him from once again experiencing the joy of being inside her. Instead, he had used sex-toys to defeat her. It had not been as satisfying, he supposed, but it had still been extremely pleasurable. She was the most incredible woman that he had ever been with, a powerful female warrior that could only be defeated through sex. For Prince Lomac, a man that enjoyed screwing women to death, she was the perfect and ultimate challenge.
“I am getting very hard,” he said while struggling to hold the girl down. “I fear that I am going to bust right out of these swimming trunks--”
Ms. Marvelous grappled with the Prince’s wrists in an effort to remove his hands from her shoulders. Unable to control her curiosity, she lifted her head and glanced down toward her opponent’s crotch. Indeed, the bulge rising from beneath his shorts was now nearly a spike. It strained against the fabric of the Prince’s swimming suit and pressed down on her flat abdominal muscles.
“Get off of me, you sick pervert!” the desperate heroine cried while ripping the Prince’s hands away. An upward thrust of her powerful legs sent him toppling forward and somersaulting across the patio.
Ms. Marvelous was on her feet in a flash. She caught the Prince just as he tried to rise, nailing him with a knee-lift to the chops. His incredible body sprawled across the etched patio tiles and landed hard at the base of the grand pagoda.
The blonde beauty rushed forward to attack again. She knew from experience that Lomac was a tremendous fighter. Though not super-powered, his physical attributes and training made him far stronger and more dangerous than regular men. But if she could keep him down and attack him before he climbed back to his feet, she would have a distinct advantage.
“I hope you have a good dental plan,” the gorgeous super-fem shouted while aiming a right cross for the Prince’s mouth, “because this knuckle sandwich is going to be hard to swallow--” Before she could deliver the blow, however, an uninvited newcomer stepped out from the pagoda and placed herself between the two combatants. Ms. Marvelous looked up in time to see Nev Refrain standing in front of her.
“Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” the blue-skinned mutant asked coyly. Surprised by the sudden appearance of the lesbian dominatrix, the beautiful super-heroine could do little as Nev quickly reached toward her chest and cupped her breasts in her hands. “Let’s see how you like this!” Don Refrain’s adopted daughter declared while releasing a surge of mutant power through her fingertips.
Ms. Marvelous gasped as a debilitating set of sensations shot through her vulnerable mammary glands. Nev Refrain, a.k.a. Heatwave, possessed the mutant ability to superheat anything that she touched. And right now, she was touching the heroine’s breasts.
“Aaaaaggghhh!” the blonde beauty cried out while unsuccessfully trying to pull away. “What are you doing?”
“Erotic stimulation is basically about the generation of heat,” the seductive dominatrix replied. “All the stroking and caressing that people do is basically a slow way of generating heat. As a woman’s breast warms, capillaries open and allow blood to rush in. As more blood enters, the gland becomes more sensitive. As it becomes more sensitive, it becomes more receptive to further stimulation. But all that takes time. My way is faster.”
As if in confirmation of her attacker’s hypothesis, the young blonde gasped and nearly feinted from over-stimulation. The thin fabric of her costume was doing little to protect her tits from the pulsating waves of heat that were being blasted into them. Her hands struggled weakly with the mutant’s wrists but seemed to no longer have the strength required to break the bizarre hold. Her head fell backward and she moaned loudly. Her perfect breasts seemed to visibly swell beneath the fingers of her sadistic foe as heat and blood filled their interior.
“Oh god… stop…”
Knowing that the beautiful blonde would not be able to remain standing for much longer, Nev released her hold long enough to spin the girl around. She wrapped her arms around the heroine and pulled her tight against her chest. Her fingers quickly clamped down on the heroine’s swollen boobs and once again began pumping heat into the over-stimulated organs. She was amazed at how quickly the young beauty’s incredible body responded to her super-heated touch. Although she had used this technique frequently on her lesbian lovers, she had never seen anyone respond so dramatically to its effects.
“You are an over-sexed slut, aren’t you?” she whispered into the ear of the almost helpless girl. Ms. Marvelous tried desperately to gain control of the sensations raging through her fabulous chest mounds. The pulsating waves of heat were like nothing she had ever felt before and represented a terrible danger to her. She knew from experience that the stimulation of her breasts alone, if extreme enough, could bring on her orgasm. And if she had an orgasm, her powers would disappear and she would be helpless.
Already, after only thirty seconds of being caught within Heatwave’s deadly embrace, the beautiful heroine could feel the effects of the Sartak, her weakness to sensual stimulation, beginning to creep across her lithe body. Like the velvety grip of temptation, it tried to entice her with sexual imagery and promises of voluptuous rapture. It wanted her to give up, to abandon her will to resist and give in to a powerful subconscious desire to be sexually dominated.
“No!” the angelic heroine suddenly shouted. “I will not surrender! I will not give in!” She drove the point of her elbow into the gut of her sadistic foe. She raised her arms and grasped the woman around the neck. She dropped to a knee and pulled her opponent over the top, flipping her onto the hard surface of the patio. An open-handed chop down on the woman’s chest seemed to finish the matter. Heatwave groaned loudly and rolled onto her side. Her legs curled up into her chest and she did not try to get up.
“You may possess a deviously strong mutant power, Nev,” the relieved heroine stated while standing above the blue-skinned woman, “but you are not invulnerable to an accurately delivered heart punch.”
“Few people are,” a voice from behind agreed.
“What?”
Ms. Marvelous spun around and looked into the face of Prince Lomac. His fist slammed into her chest and she groaned in agony as her own heart momentarily palpitated. He continued the attack by bitch-slapping her across the left cheek with the back of his hand. She staggered as he boxed her ears. She dropped to her knees after a powerful kick to the crotch.
“And now it ends,” he said while kneeling beside the girl and sliding his hand down across her bare back. His fingers slid under the cloth of her bikini bottom. His middle digit entered her crack. He pressed the tip inside her puckered hole. He forced it deeper, driving it across her sphincter muscle and into her anus.
The heroine’s body stiffened as the finger penetrated deeper inside her. Dazed and reacting instinctively, she leaned forward and arched her back to allow the invading finger to slide more easily into her sensitive hole. Before she even realized what was happening, the middle digit of her sadistic opponent was buried to its full length inside her.
“Oooooohhhhhhh!” the weakening heroine moaned. “Please… no… not that…”
The Prince reached up and wrapped his free hand around the front of the failing girl’s throat. He held her steady, keeping her head up and her back arched. He was pleased to see that her body lost strength quickly. Her arms dangled limply in front of her body with her hands resting lightly on top of her parted knees. Her lower legs and the top of her feet lay flat against the etched tiles of the patio. She did not resist as he wriggled his finger inside her tight hole.
“A few minutes of this should subdue you completely,” the Prince snickered. “But I shall not make the same mistake that Mikey made—Only when I am sure that you are defeated will I release the hold. Only then, when you are completely defenseless, will I roll you over, part your legs, and slide my huge cock into your wet pussy.”
“No… please god no…”
The trembling heroine tried desperately to focus her mind on the idea of escape. But it was difficult to think of anything other than the finger wriggling back and forth inside her aching hole. The erotic sensations flooding across her body were devastating. Her mind quickly filled with vivid images of her sexual domination. With each passing second, the finger sapped a little more of her strength. With each passing moment, her will to resist was lessened.
“You belong to me, now,” the Prince hissed into her left ear.
Ms. Marvelous forced her left hand to slide backward across the outside of her thigh. The Prince knelt beside her, on one knee with his legs parted. His crotch was open and vulnerable, the almost defeated heroine knew. And though she was loath to touch his swollen manhood, she knew that it was her last and only option.
She moaned in glorious misery as the invading finger worked its magic inside her. She could feel her pussy tingling with the beginnings of a powerful orgasm. Part of her wanted to surrender. Part of her wanted to be dominated by Prince Lomac. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to slide his massive cock inside her wet hole and—
“Stop it!” a voice inside her clouded mind shouted. “Do not allow the Sartak to destroy your willpower! Resist until the very end!”
Using the final bit of her failing willpower and concentration, the gallant heroine raised her hand upward and quickly found the base of her opponent’s balls. Her fingers tightened around them. Erotic images of Lomac’s genitalia filled her mind and nearly did her in but she persisted in the last-ditch effort. She squeezed. He yelled. The finger came out of her ass.
A vicious strike across the side of the face sent the gorgeous heroine crashing forward onto the ground. She struggled slowly to her feet, sure that at any moment Lomac would move in and finish her off. But the Prince remained where he had been, kneeling and prostrate, his head down and his hands clutching at his injured nuts.
“Must you always strike a man where he is most vulnerable?” the injured Prince asked through clenched teeth.
Ms. Marvelous breathed deeply the hot afternoon air and whispered a quick prayer of thanks. None of the spectators knew how close she had been to defeat, she was sure. Her anus continued to ache and throb, even without Lomac’s finger inside it. Her entire body seemed to be on fire. Her breasts, so recently over-stimulated by Heatwave, still burned with unwanted sensations. Her pussy, lubricated with her own love-juices, was wet and ready. Her golden-tanned skin, now flushed pink and sensitive, tingled with an unhealthy desire for more stimulation.
But the Prince knew, she could tell. The tall blonde could see it in his eyes. He realized the bad shape that she was in and knew that he had been close to finishing her. And despite the injury she had inflicted to his scrotum, a sinister lust still burned in his eyes. He still wanted very much to fuck her.
“Can’t give him the chance to recover,” Ms. Marvelous said silently. “I have to finish him off before he can unleash his enormous man-muscle on me.”
She moved toward the injured Prince and prepared to launch an attack. To her frustration, though, she was once again denied the opportunity to strike her defenseless foe. “Gravestone will beat woman! Gravestone will smash!”
The angelic heroine looked up at the intruder. His charcoal-gray suit seemed barely able to contain his massive bulk. His biceps were like melons. His forearms were like pistons. His hands were large enough to easily palm—and crush—a basketball.
“I knew that I would eventually have to go through you to get to Don Refrain,” she said to the crime lord’s enormous bodyguard. “I guess I just forgot how big you are. But no matter! I have beaten you before and I shall beat you again!”
“Gravestone smash!” the mutant replied while stepping forward and swinging for her head with a noggin-crushing right.
Ms. Marvelous narrowly avoided the powerful blow. She countered by leaping high into the air and driving a kick into her opponent’s face. The blow was as accurate as it was hard. Yet the big mutant held his ground. He did not blink. He was not staggered and he was not impressed.
“Gravestone cannot be hurt!” he declared while trying to wrap the smaller girl in his vise-like arms. “Gravestone invulnerable!”
The beautiful blonde gasped as she was jerked off the ground and lifted above the bodyguard’s head. He held her there for several seconds, on display and defenseless, as he paraded her across the patio for everyone to see.
“Gravestone destroy!” he shouted while slamming her lithe frame down onto the hard tiles. Bits of broken tile flew outward from the impact zone as the glamorous heroine slammed into the ground. Ms. Marvelous groaned in pain and bravely tried to rise. A size twenty-two in the middle of her back squashed her back down onto the cracked tiles, though. For a moment, it appeared that the valiant heroine was finished. Gravestone stood triumphantly above her, one monstrous foot holding her down, and raised his arms in victory.
“Gravestone squash!”
But the blonde beauty refused to submit. If anything, she was encouraged. At last, she was facing an opponent that seemed to have no interest in screwing her. He did not seem to care at all about her weakness to sensual stimulation. All he cared about was stomping her into the dust. And that was something she could deal with.
“It is not over yet, Gravestone!” she said while rolling out from under his massive boot. Counterattacking quickly, the agile heroine rolled into a crouch and grabbed the big man’s leg. She leapt into the air and used her amazing flying power to pull the brute off the ground. He was heavy, heavier than she had expected, but she was able to lift his inverted form ten feet above the patio. She began spinning, twirling him around like a lariat, one full rotation and then two. With each circular spin, their speed increased. Three rotations and then four. The mutant bodyguard began to groan as his head and shoulders reached terminal velocity. Five rotations and then six. Even Ms. Marvelous was beginning to get dizzy. Finally she released the hold on his ankle. His huge body shot forward and down like an out of control projectile. People scrambled to get away from the grand pagoda. Even Don Refrain, the indefatigable crime lord, frantically dove to the side in an effort to escape the onrushing missile. “This is going to be ugly!” Ms. Marvelous managed to blurt out just before impact. The crash was horrendous. Gravestone hit the pagoda like a bombshell, his indestructible body nuking the stone and mortar structure with indescribable violence and power. Chairs were flung upward into the air. A stone planter was broken to bits. Marble columns were shredded like bamboo in a typhoon. A cloud of dust and debris exploded into the air.
For several seconds no one said anything. The spectators looked upon the destruction in utter disbelief. Gradually, the dust settled. Don Refrain picked himself up and whisked away bits of wreckage from his white silk suit.
“Get up and finish her off, you fool!” the impatient crime boss snarled toward the destroyed pagoda.
“It cannot be!” a floating Ms. Marvelous exclaimed while watching a figure emerge from the pile of debris. “Gravestone is still conscious!”
Indeed, and to the amazement of all present, the towering mutant bodyguard walked uninjured from the rubble of the pagoda. With a broad grin, he turned and pointed at the pile of broken stone, plaster, and furniture.
“Gravestone smash!”
The big mutant’s laugh was like that of the Minotaur, a half man, half beastly bellow that roared across the patio so loudly that those nearby had to cover their ears. Finally, after several seconds of the infernal din, his smoldering eyes focused once again on the beautiful girl hovering overhead. He raised his hand and motioned for her to come closer.
“We fight now!”
“Oh, brother!” Ms. Marvelous thought while dropping back to the ground. “How am I going to beat this guy? He is just as strong as me and completely indestructible!”
The agile heroine narrowly dodged away in time as her large opponent swiped a massive paw at her head. She avoided two more punches but was little closer to formulating a plan. “He’ll catch up to me eventually,” the heroine groaned silently. “And it does me little good to strike back. If I cannot hurt him then how can I possibly win? I have to come up with a plan. I have to— What?”
The heroine was caught off guard by a sudden and unexpected burst of speed from her opponent. To her displeasure, she discovered that the plodding bodyguard could move pretty fast when he wanted to. He wrapped his massive arms around her slender waist. He picked her off the ground and smothered her against his huge chest. His knuckles dug into the soft flesh of her back. He squeezed with everything he had.
Ms. Marvelous groaned in misery as her spine was nearly broken by the bear hug. Her feet scraped in vain against the front of her attacker’s tree-like legs as she tried to find leverage for an escape attempt. Her hands pushed off on his massive shoulders. Her mouth opened and closed like that of a fish out of water as she discovered that she could no longer breath. Her body felt like it might split apart at any moment. Her vision became cloudy. The desperate thumping of her heart resonated in her ears. “Can’t take… much more…”
Remembering her training back at the Agent-X Program, the former super-agent lifted her hands and scraped at the mutant’s eyes. Finally, in desperation, she thrust her thumbs into his lids and pressed down with everything she could muster.
Gravestone howled in pain and released the hold. The beautiful heroine dropped back to the ground and collapsed into a kneeling position. She sucked down gulps of air and tried to deal with the pain ripping through her injured spine.
“That seemed to hurt him,” she said optimistically while watching the huge bodyguard rub at his eyes and languish in apparent discomfort. “Maybe his senses are not as invulnerable as the rest of him?” Ms. Marvelous launched herself back into action, approaching the mutant from behind and slamming her hands down across his ears. Once again, the big man howled in pain. He staggered blindly toward the swimming pool, his hands moving alternately between his injured eyes and his aching ears. Finally, he turned and swiped blindly in the heroine’s direction. The blow missed wildly and gave the nimble beauty a chance to finish the battle.
She stepped forward and jabbed a knife-edged chop into the bodyguard’s throat with all of her strength. He gurgled in protest, turned, and fell face-first into the swimming pool. His massive, suit-clad body rose to the surface. His arms floated out to his sides. His legs did not kick or paddle. He was finished.
Ms. Marvelous looked down on her defeated foe from the edge of the pool. The adrenaline charged bloodlust rushing through her veins quickly changed to sympathetic concern as she saw that Gravestone did not try to right himself in the pool. Not wanting him to drown, she leapt into the water and did her best to wrap her lithe arms around his massive girth. With effort, she was able to pick him up and fly him back to the patio. She set him down at the edge of the pool and rolled him over.
“Still breathing, thank god!” she said while tending to her fallen foe. “Enemy or not, Gravestone is like a simple-minded child—He does not deserve to die in the defense of an evil man like Don Refrain. I will leave him here while I deal with his master--”
“You will have to deal with me, first!” a voice behind and below her stated unexpectedly. Ms. Marvelous gasped as two strong hands reached up from the swimming pool and grabbed her around the ankles. Before she knew what was happening, her feet were pulled backward over the edge and down in to the water. Her descent was rapid and her chin impacted squarely with the solid lip of concrete that bordered the pool. Stars filled her vision as she was taken under the surface. The beautiful heroine was badly stunned and only dimly aware of what was happening. The underwater sounds of a struggle filled her ears. The hands that had clutched her ankles and pulled her into the pool now pushed down on her shoulders and head, keeping her down. The fingers of her attacker gripped her scalp and prevented her from rising to the surface. Her lungs were burning. She could not breath. She was running out of time.
Finally, the waterlogged heroine managed to get her feet planted against the floor of the pool. She and her attacker were in the shallows, in no more than four feet of water, but he had the leverage and the advantage. Water seeped into her mouth and nose. She screamed, a pathetic and helpless scream that surely could be heard by no one but herself. Then, with a last desperate surge of super human strength, she thrust her body upward. Her head crested the surface and she sucked in a huge lungful of oxygen. Her victory was brief, though, as the deep breath was followed by a spasm of intense coughing that left her weak and vulnerable.
“This time I have you!” Griffon snarled into the beautiful blonde’s face. “This time I will be the one that is victorious!”
The young heroine, dazed and off-balance, was helpless to defend herself as the silver-haired thug that she had so easily beaten earlier gripped her around the throat and slammed her head backwards into the hard lip of the pool. Her body went slack. Her half-open eyes stared glassily up into the withered face of her aging opponent as he grabbed her costume at the center of her chest and floated her toward the corner of the pool. He positioned her limp body atop the underwater stairs that led in and out of the pool. He rested the back of her throbbing head on the top-most step. He let loose of her limp body long enough to remove his swimming trunks. He climbed the steps and straddled her waist with his legs. He crouched over her and sat on top of her stomach. He waved a stiffening cock at her threateningly.
“Now to show everyone that I am indispensable.”
He pushed back the tapered edges of the beautiful girl’s costume, lifting them up and over her incredible breasts. He looked down on the half-submerged mounds hungrily, enjoying the way the water supported their weight and lifted them high on her chest. He grabbed them in his hands and eagerly thrust his large man-sword into the soft valley of her ample cleavage.
“Who is the fool, now?” he asked while enthusiastically pressing the twin mountains together over his hard rod.
The dazed blonde moaned softly as her sensitive breasts were fiendishly manipulated by her opponent’s course hands. His thumbs constantly flicked at her hard nipples. His fingers caressed the velvety surface of her flushed skin. The sensation of the cool water lapping against her tingling flesh contrasted erotically with the feeling of his hot piston gyrating between her heavy tits.
“Please no…” she moaned as he continued to titty-fuck her. “I cannot endure… much more…” Ms. Marvelous looked up at the clear blue sky and considered giving up. It had been a long and tiring battle. Her fatigued arms floated out from her body and lay lifelessly on top of the water. Ripples caused by the thrusting movements of her relentless attacker lapped against her slender neck. Her golden-blonde hair lay in the water about her head like a halo of purity and virtue. But her breasts were now screaming. Her nipples were like hard marbles jutting above the surface of the water. Her swollen mounds jiggled with each thrust of her attacker’s hard cock, splashing water across her cover-girl face and reminding her, as if she did not know it already, that the end was at hand.
“So… weak…”
She looked up into her foe’s withered face as if to beg for mercy. Her cheeks blushed as she realized that her incredible body was being used as a sex-toy by a man nearly thirty years older than her. Part of her was disgusted by the idea that her youthful body was being ravished by a man over twice her age. But another part, a part she tried not to acknowledge, was highly aroused by the idea of being dominated by an older man.
“Must not… give in…”
The cock continued to drive through her sandwiched cleavage, its steamy hot passing barely cooled by the frothing water of the pool. The insistent thumbs of her foe continued to flick teasingly across her jutting nipples. His fingers were like magic, touching her in all the right places and at just the right moments. Her body was becoming a volcano, its lava rising up through her depths like an unstoppable force, moving closer and closer to the surface with each passing moment. She moaned loudly as the first of several tiny streams of milk erupted from her tortured mounds. The streams shot into the air and seemed to dance in front of her eyes, mocking her, before falling back to the pool and disappearing into the cool water that embraced her burning body.
“Oh god…” she whimpered weakly, “…I am being milked…”
The raging titty-fuck continued for two more minutes. The beautiful heroine’s legs rested unmoving against atop the underwater steps. Her arms and hands were without strength. She did not resist at all as he continued to ravish her chest with his hands and cock. The furious pumping of her conqueror became even more rapid. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her sensitive mounds. He pressed inward on her swollen breasts more insistently, increasing the pressure they applied on his aching cock and increasing the stimulation that she was being forced to endure.
“I surrender…” she moaned uncontrollably. “Please… no more…”
At last, her sadistic foe could no longer contain his overpowering load. His body tensed as he strained to hold back that which could not be held back. It jetted forth from his man-rocket in a powerful stream, erupting above the water and splattering across the surface of the pool just below her chin. Gripping the shaft of his cock in his hand, he aimed the second stream more carefully and sent it splashing across her jutting left nipple. The right nipple was targeted by a final blast and was immediately painted with a sticky white fluid.
“Damn!” Griffon shouted as he ran out of ammunition. “I should have gotten her in the face!” Ms. Marvelous looked up helplessly at her victorious foe as he dismounted her stomach and stood smiling beside her limp body. She tried desperately to subdue the erotic sensations coursing through her body. She tried to ignore the throbbing ache pulsating in her swollen tits and the furnace of desire burning out of control in her loins.
“You haven’t finished her, yet, fool,” a voice from outside the pool declared.
Griffon snorted derisively. “What are you talking about, Lomac? She looks pretty wiped out, to me. I think you are just jealous that I was the one to take her down.”
“She has to climax before she loses her powers, idiot. It doesn’t matter that you came. She is the one that has to reach an orgasm!”
The silver-haired enforcer looked down on his defenseless victim and shrugged sheepishly. “Yeah, I knew that. Sure, she has to come. No problem. I’ll just use my finger here and we’ll make the bitch scream to high heaven--”
Ms. Marvelous winced as her aging foe dipped his hand under the surface of the pool and groped her crotch. His hand slid under her bikini-bottom. His forefinger glided easily into her well-greased pussy. His thumb slid across her receptive clit.
She moaned loudly as a new wave of sensations rocked her over-sexed body. Her back arched, lifting her chest out of the water. Her toes pointed downward and her legs curled up. Her thighs clamped together, temporarily hindering the movements of her attacker.
“Must fight…” she moaned while trying to push herself away from the underwater steps. “Where do you think you’re going?” Griffon asked impatiently. With his free hand, he grabbed the fabric of her pulled back costume where it was bunched up above her swollen breasts. He violently jerked her back onto the steps but did not remove his hand from her snatch. He lifted her lower body up so that the tops of her thighs crested the surface of the water. She struggled for a few seconds but the finger in her pussy quickly took the fight out of her.
The beautiful blonde’s long legs straightened and relaxed. She lay on top of the water, on her back, allowing the hands of her insistent foe to control her athletic form. Once again, her hands floated out to the sides. Her thighs slowly parted, giving her opponent complete access to her most sensitive region. Her head drooped backward and her ears dipped under the water, blocking out the derogatory remarks being whispered by her enemies at the side of the pool.
“Finally,” Don Refrain said to Prince Lomac. “Finally, we are witness to the destruction of our greatest foe.”
“She always was an over-sexed bitch,” the Prince agreed. “It was destined that her weakness to sex would be her downfall.”
Ms. Marvelous lay quietly atop the water, the natural buoyancy of her amazing body doing as much to keep her afloat as the hands of her nefarious foe. His thumb was rubbing across her swollen clit mercilessly. His finger was fully inserted into her pussy and driving her crazy. A powerful orgasm was building in her loins. It would not take long to overcome her will to resist, she knew. The end was at hand.
Her breathing became ragged. Her breasts heaved up and down above the water. The hot sun beat down on her nearly naked body and reflected off of her wet, golden-tanned skin. The sticky semen of her victorious opponent dried and caked on her nipples, giving them an off-white glaze. Her mind was awash with erotic imagery. Her once powerful legs, now limp and floating lifelessly on top of the water, seemed distant, as if detached from her body. Her once-strong arms, resting at right angles from her abdomen, seemed numb and unresponsive. All she could feel was the thumb rubbing across her clit. All she could think about was the finger stroking the inside of her pussy.
“No…” she moaned in desperation. “Please… do not make me… come…”
The orgasm was becoming more insistent. It was raging inside her, growing ever stronger and ever more immediate. It was going to be a big one, she knew. Everything that had happened, everything that she had been forced to experience, had led to this moment. Mikey rubbing her right breast in just the right way, Smitty invading and stroking her wet pussy, Nev blasting heat into her tits, and Lomac inserting his finger in her ass—It had all been too much to deal with.
“No wonder an aging thug like Griffon was able to finish me off,” she sighed in resignation. Her body had been primed and made ready by the others. By the time Griffon dragged her into the pool and titty-fucked the hell out of her swollen breasts, her incredible body was already so aroused that she was nearly helpless. It had been a mistake to come here, she now knew. It had been a mistake to take on the entire Refrain crime family at one time.
She forced her eyes to focus on the man mercilessly stroking her burning pussy. His withered face and silver hair made her ashamed. Despite the punishment she had endured at the hands of the others, how could she have allowed herself to be beaten by a man like Griffon? He was not super powered. He was not a mutant. He was just a regular guy and a pretty old one, at that. He might have been something once but now he was just a worn out old thug. The perverted grin on his face was humiliating. Oh, he was loving this, she could see. The old pervert was loving it as he finger-fucked her hot young body.
A spark of energy glowed within the glamorous heroine’s heart. Her warrior spirit fought against the effects of the Sartak, successfully burning through the debilitating thoughts of sexual domination and allowing her mind to focus instead on the idea of escape. She was very close to coming, she knew. But perhaps there was still a chance. The old man’s grip on her costume was not so tight as it had been before. The rubbing of his thumb against her clit was not so insistent. Perhaps he was tiring. Perhaps she could still escape.
Through force of will, the young super-fem forced her hands to rise out of the water. She grabbed her silver-haired opponent’s wrists. She wrenched his hands away from her fabulous body. She planted her feet against the floor of the swimming pool. The two combatants struggled against one another for several seconds. Despite her best efforts, it looked like the aging enforcer might come out on top.
“No!” the heroine groaned silently as she was nearly forced under the surface. “Have I really weakened so much that I cannot even overpower a fifty year old man?”
Her eyes narrowed in determination. Her grip tightened on his wrists. She pushed him up and back. Finally, sensing that the time was right, she raised her right foot and mule-kicked him in the stomach.
“Get off of me you sick bastard!” the soaked blonde cried while shoving the man away. “Surrender to your fate, super-bitch!” Griffon replied angrily. “You know that you are too weak to continue fighting. Let me finish you off! Let me bring you to your climax!”
He pounced on her quickly, wrapping his arms around her lithe body. His right hand glided down and across the bare skin of her back and copped a feel on her plump ass. His left hand grabbed her right breast. Under the water, his half-swollen but still rigid cock snaked its way into the gap between her legs and rubbed against the sensitive mouth of her aching pussy. For several moments, the nearly beaten girl did not fight back. Her hands rested lightly on her attacker’s shoulders. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed. A soft moan escaped from between her pouting lips.
“You are beaten!” the brutish man declared.
“No!” she answered while opening her eyes and looking him in the face. “I refuse to be beaten!” The young beauty’s right forearm slammed into the jaw of her surprised opponent. An elbow strike to the forehead knocked him backward. She slipped from his arms and drove a left hook into the side of his head. A palm-strike to the point of the chin nearly lifted him out of the water. Ms. Marvelous watched in silent satisfaction as the aging enforcer fell backward and slipped under the surface of the pool. She breathed deeply and tried to contain the myriad of erotic sensations bursting forth from her abused form. Her tortured breasts, swollen a full-cup size larger than their usual size, rose and dropped heavily on her chest with each gulp of air. She moved toward the underwater stairs. Almost without thinking, she reached out with her left hand and grasped the wrist of her defeated
enemy. She dragged him behind her while slowly making her way up the steps and out of the crystal clear pool.
She dropped the silver-haired thug on the hard patio tiles and looked wearily toward her remaining foes. Prince Lomac was there, apparently recovered from the injury to his scrotum. Nev was once again standing, as well. Even Mikey, the victim of a devastating kick to the groin, was back on his feet and ready to try again.
“How many times must I beat them,” the weary heroine moaned silently. “Will there never be an end to this madness?”
Don Refrain, the obese crime lord himself, stood at the center of his family of goons, a walking stick in his hands and a fiendish Cheshire grin painted across his broad face.
“Bravo!” he said mockingly to the beautiful super-fem. “You have put on a tremendous display of bravery and fighting skill, Ms. Marvelous. I applaud your courageous effort, wasted though it may be.” The gorgeous heroine stood tall and tried to look defiant. But it was difficult to hide her humiliation. Beads of moisture rolled off of her water-logged, five-foot nine-inch figure. Her long blonde hair lay matted against her shoulders and back. Her cheeks blushed with the thought that her swollen breasts were bare and visible to her gawking foes. She knew that her rock-hard nipples were still glazed with dried semen. But the bodies of her fallen enemies—Rocko and Smitty, Puck and Gravestone, and now Griffon—littered the ground around the swimming pool. This was no time to feel ashamed, she decided. She had fought hard and done her best.
“As loathe as I am to admit failure, Refrain,” she said in a clear voice, “your army of minions has carried the day and saved you from my wrath. But know this, you cowardly slime-ball—I shall continue to hound your every step and harass you at every turn. We shall meet again and I shall yet bring you to justice!”
As the tall blonde turned and began to stride away, Don Refrain realized what she was planning to do. An almost frantic look appeared on his usually stoic face.
“Stop her, you fools!” he shouted at his subordinates. “Stop her before she can fly away!” Prince Lomac rushed forward first. Sensing his approach, Ms. Marvelous suddenly spun and hooked him under the arm. She took him over with a perfectly executed arm-drag that sent him sprawling across the hard tiles of the patio.
Mikey charged the beautiful super-fem next but she was ready for his attack and managed to sidestep the attempt to tackle her. Using her foe’s own momentum against him, she shoved the man as he went by and sent him to the ground in a pile.
The heroine met Heatwave’s charge head on, stalling her forward inertia with a clash of shoulders and then taking her to the ground with a fireman’s carry.
“Farewell, Refrain!” the weary heroine called out while using her flying power and taking to the air. “Until we meet again—What?”
The fabulous blonde’s upward ascent was suddenly and quickly halted. She looked down to see a frightening set of mechanical fingers grasping her right ankle.
“Jack Hill!” she cried out in horror as the robotic nightmare pulled her back to earth. “I had completely forgotten about--”
Her words were chopped off as the metal fingers locked around her slender throat. He held her off the ground by her neck, easily supporting her weight and denying her any opportunity to plant her feet and garner the leverage necessary for an escape. Her long legs flailed at him madly but could not score a meaningful hit against his cybernetic body. Her hands struggled vainly with his wrists in a failed effort to break free of his powerful grasp.
“Monster!” the frantic girl gurgled. “You will not be able to hold me forever!”
“He will hold you long enough,” the voice of Prince Lomac said from behind her. “Nev and Mikey, spread the woman’s legs!”
The angelic heroine’s lithe body writhed desperately as her foes took up positions at her sides. Nev grabbed her left ankle. Mikey grabbed her right. They lifted her feet up behind her, bending her flexible legs at the knees and pressing the heels of her feet into her butt-cheeks. They pulled her knees to the side, spreading her wide and subduing her valiant struggles.
“No!” the desperate heroine cried. “I am defenseless!”
Prince Lomac removed his swimming trunks and revealed his massive, ten-inch, cock. The enticing sight of his gorgeous foe, held captive and helpless in front of him, prompted the shaft to become steely hard and frighteningly thick. He moved in close behind the beautiful girl. His fingers slid under her bikini bottom and pulled the sheer fabric to the side, revealing her open and receptive love-hole. He angled his huge muscle upward and signaled for the robot to lower its helpless captive down onto the rigid spike.
Ms. Marvelous, unaware of the peril that pointed up at her crotch from mere inches below, struggled vainly to escape the steely grip of her mechanical nemesis. No matter how hard she tried, though, his grip on her neck could not be broken. Her windpipe was clear and she was breathing well enough, but like a bird in a cage she was unable to find the freedom she so desired.
“I will find a way to escape!” she stated boldly. “You will not hold me for much longer--” The blonde beauty gasped as the hot tip of Prince Lomac’s hard rod made first contact with her womanly treasure. He rubbed it across her nether lips teasingly, exciting her wet pussy with a brief bit of foreplay and leaving her with no doubt as to what was to come. For a long moment, the gorgeous girl did not move or resist. The shock of having her most vulnerable area caressed by the knobby head of a man’s swollen cock seemed almost too much for her to bear.
“No!” Ms. Marvelous finally cried out. “I cannot be fucked! It will mean the end of me!” Her hands struggled all the more with the steel fingers wrapped around her neck. Her incredible body writhed from side to side. But her legs were immobilized. Her thighs were pulled wide apart. Her feet were pinned tightly against her ass. The robot continued to lower her down. There was nothing that she could do.
Ms. Marvelous moaned loudly as the large head of Lomac’s man-saber entered her warm hole. It slid one inch inside her and then two. The robot continued to lower her helpless form down onto the perilous shaft of hot flesh. Three inches in and then four. The cock entered her easily. Her sopping wet pussy was so well lubricated by its own love-juices and so receptive to the invading cock that it allowed the massive thing to glide almost unhindered into its warm interior. Five inches in and then six. The fit was exquisite. Feelings unlike anything she had ever imagined surged freely over her burning body. Seven inches in and then eight. Oh, god, she moaned. Is there any end to him? Finally, his penetration was complete. Finally, she accepted the full length of his huge shaft.
“No…” the blond beauty moaned helplessly. “I cannot… endure it…”
Her hands slid from the metal fingers around her neck and slowly fell downward across her aching breasts. They continued down, moving gradually across her bare stomach and then tentatively over her pubes. The tips of her fingers groped weakly at the base of her crotch, sliding across her swollen clit and over the tender folds of her violated nether lips. She gently touched the thick shaft penetrating and filling her burning pussy, softly tracing its edges as if to validate its massive girth. Her eyes rolled into the back of their sockets. Her full red lips opened slightly. With a heavy sigh of resignation, the gorgeous young woman finally gave in to the x-rated imagery filling her mind and slipped into the trance-like state of sensual system shock that is the Sartak.
Nev Refrain, tightly gripping the beautiful blonde’s left leg, smiled evilly. Her free hand slid over the girl’s outstretched thigh and glided across her silky smooth skin. Her fingers quickly located the defeated heroine’s clitoris and she began to gently stroke the swollen bulb. The lesbian dominatrix’s movements were slow and well-practiced. She knew how to torture a young woman. She knew how to cause the heroine the greatest amount of erotic agony.
Mikey held the girl’s opposite leg with his left arm. His right hand slid upward across her bare stomach and cupped her right breast. He eagerly massaged the engorged mound, stroking it softly with his fingers and teasing the tit with gentle flicks of his thumb. It was the same breast he had played with earlier and like an old friend he knew just how to touch it.
Ms. Marvelous moaned uncontrollably as her body was gang-banged. The sensations emanating from her tortured clit were beyond her endurance. The feelings coming from her jutting breast pushed her to the point of insanity.
“Don’t… stop…”
Prince Lomac, unable to contain himself any longer, began furiously thrusting the length of his massive man-muscle in and out of the defeated heroine’s sopping wet pussy. His hands grasped her
slender waist. He bounced her voluptuous body up and down like a yo-yo. Her arms fell limply to her sides. She did not resist. She did not struggle. Her orgasm came quickly. It rocked her incredible body with powerful spasms of unrestrained erotic ecstasy. The sound of her moans filled the air around the patio and pool, causing many of the bikini-clad young babes to ache with desires of their own.
“That’s it!” Don Refrain cried victoriously from his position as a nearby spectator. “At last, the great Ms. Marvelous has been defeated!”
But Lomac was far from finished. The powerful thrusts of his huge man-spike continued for another three minutes. The magnificent body of the incredible heroine was used as a sex-toy. Nev continued to stroke the girl’s fully swollen clit. Mikey continued to assault her tortured right tit. Jack Hill continued to hold her suspended in the air by her neck. She was completely defeated. She was completely at the mercy of her unmerciful foes.
With an agonizing groan, the blonde beauty climaxed a second time, sending a spray of her love juices out of her tortured hole and splattering on the etched tiles below. The defenseless girl was out of her mind with burning and lust. Her exhausted body was smoldering with powerful and debilitating sensations. Every thrust of her attacker’s massive cock into her aching pussy brought her closer to complete destruction. Every plunge of the huge muscle into her wet hole brought her nearer to utter devastation.
Her domination was complete. Her will was completely broken. All she could think about was the huge member filling her pussy. All she could feel was the non-stop thrusts of the cock into her wet love-hole. The soft strokes across her abused clit were driving her mad. The teasing caresses on her breast were more than she could take.
The young heroine now recognized Prince Lomac was her lord and master. She was his willing sex-slave and would gladly serve him always. He had been fucking her for over six minutes. The world no longer existed. There was only Prince Lomac. There was only his huge cock. She belonged to him, body and soul. She wanted him to fuck her forever.
The beautiful blonde had long sense lost touch with reality. Her body seemed to have been consumed by powerful currents of electricity. Every nerve ending was smoldering with an unquenchable fire. Her soul had been consumed in a fiery furnace of burning desire and her will was no longer her own. The outside world no longer existed as she drifted away on the tumultuous currents of raw and never ending sexual fantasy.
But this was no dream. It was reality. She endured three more minutes of unrelenting, grinding, full-throttle screwing. A third orgasm, even more powerful than the previous two, devastated the gorgeous heroine’s body with shockwave after shockwave of mind numbing, will-sapping, sensations. It took the last of her failing strength and drained her once-powerful life force. Tiny jets of milk exploded from her semen glazed nipples. A gush of juices flowed from her over-stuffed love-hole. With a final and intense moan of erotic misery, the overwhelmingly beautiful champion of justice finally surrendered to a premature and untimely fate.
“Almost… there…” Lomac groaned while savagely thrusting his huge weapon in and out of the girl’s limp body. “Almost--”
The Prince’s climax was nearly a match for those of his helpless victim. His wad exploded into her pussy like water from a hose, dousing her inner fire with a thick coat of his white seed. Six more powerful streams followed, filling her to overflowing and causing yet more of her sweet juices to seep past the base of his magnificent shaft and down over his enormous balls.
With a huge sigh of exhaustion, the victorious Prince pulled his massive rod out of the beautiful captive. Sweat dripped off of his face. His huge shaft glistened with the heroine’s love-juice. He tottered momentarily on shaky feet, clearly dizzy from the incredible exertion. Finally, he looked at his comrades and grinned the broadest grin they had ever seen.
“That was the best fuck of my life! Give me a few minutes to recover and I will do her again!” Mikey pulled his hand away from the girl’s milk covered tit. His mouth turned downward in a frown. “I don’t know, Lomac. I think she might be dead.”
The Prince looked at his comrade in disbelief. “Dead? But she is far too strong to--”
“No,” Nev confirmed while testing the heroine’s limp wrist for a pulse. “Mikey is correct. Three orgasms in ten minutes must have been too much for her to endure. Once again, Prince Lomac, you have proven yourself to be the world’s greatest stud.”
The Warlord of Riberia looked terribly disappointed. “She was my greatest challenge. I had hoped to have a bit more time with her before she passed into the next life.”
“Bah!” Don Refrain said joyously from behind the Prince. “This is a wonderful occurrence! The best that we could have hoped for, to be sure. No longer shall she foil our plans! No longer shall she challenge our power! I tell you, this is a time for celebration! The great Ms. Marvelous has been fucked to death!”
Nev and Mikey released their holds on the girl’s legs. Her slack body hung loosely in the air, dangling like a wilted flower from the hands of Jack Hill.
“What should we do with her, now?” Mikey asked while giving the dead woman’s smooth behind a final pat.
Don Refrain approached his defeated nemesis and raised his hands as if to touch her. His fingers came ever so close to her flushed skin but at the last moment pulled away.
“I don’t care,” the obese crime lord said while turning and walking away. “Dump her body in the river, if you want. But remove her costume, first. I want it as a trophy. I want it mounted. I want the red and black costume of Ms. Marvelous to hang in my studio so that I can look upon it and always be reminded of this great day—the day that Ms. Marvelous died!”