“Beasts!” Elle yelled defiantly. “You are all nothing more than beasts!”
The beautiful heroine was trapped. She lay on top of the pool table, spread-eagle and defenseless. Strong hands held her ankles and wrists. Lustful eyes scanned her athletic figure hungrily. A dozen men wanted nothing more than to devour her.
Joey Malokovich stood beside the table and snickered. At his signal, the pack of men dove on the heroine’s slender body like hungry wolves feasting on a tasty meal. The incredible body of the beautiful heroine disappeared from view beneath a sprawl of drunken rednecks and gangbangers. Her cries were muffled by the pile of bodies smothering her from above. A torrent of hands assaulted her soft flesh. A flood of fingers explored every part of her athletic figure. She was pinched. She was prodded. She was probed. She was violated.
One unrelenting minute went by, then two. She was kissed. She was stroked. She was caressed. Her magnificent body was a plaything for the mass of men pressing down on her. A dozen mouths lapped at her skin. Two dozen hands felt her up. A hundred and twenty fingers danced across her flesh and invaded her orifices.
“That’s enough!” Joey Malokovich commanded after two more minutes of the rabid orgy. “Let me show you dunderheads the proper way to destroy one of these super-bitches.”
Disappointed but obedient, the men immediately pulled away from the pool table. They were punk-ass losers, all of them, and none dared to disobey a command from one of Don Refrain’s top lieutenants. But the woman they left behind on the table looked little like the one they had pounced upon. Her long hair was flayed about her head sloppily. Her red lipstick had been smeared across her chin. Her makeup had been licked from her face. Her violet costume was in tatters. Shards of torn cloth dangled from her body like autumn leaves hanging off of a tree. Her darkly tanned flesh glistened with the saliva of her attackers. Her clit was swollen and exposed. Her nipples were hard and pointed. Naked breasts, round and firm, heaved atop her chest as she gasped for air. She remained flat on her back, her arms and legs outstretched, her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling as if captured in a trance.
Slowly, the beautiful but abused girl seemed to regain some part of her senses. With effort, she rolled onto her right hip. Humiliated, she tried not to make eye contact with the men surrounding the table. She was aware that they were still there, aware that they were still hungry for her body, but her eyes remained lowered as if concentrating on nothing more than the Herculean task of getting to her hands and knees.
The dazed heroine knelt at the center of the pool table, her incredible body a prize on display for the men that had gangbanged her. She breathed deeply the smoky air of the tavern and tried to make sense of what had happened. But if she thought that her domination was at an end then she was gravely mistaken.
“Time for the main event,” Joey said while climbing onto the table and kneeling behind the stunned beauty.
“What?” Elle mumbled in trepidation. “What are you going... to do?”
The thug reached inside his leather jacket and removed a pair of ungodly devices. “Ever since I started hunting for Ms. Marvelous, I began carrying some tools that I thought might help me in my quest to defeat her. She is gone, now, but it would be a shame to let them go to waste. I guess I will use them on you, instead.”
Elle nearly panicked as the sadistic thug snuggled up behind her. He pulled her athletic form tight against his broad chest. He reached around her slender body and lifted his hands in front of her face. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the two sex toys. In his right hand he held a twelve-inch, life- like, rubber dildo. Its massive girth and knobby head filled her with dread. His left hand held a six-inch vibrator. Its smooth, projectile-like shape and narrow shaft were as devious as they were sure to be effective.
“No!” Elle protested. “You cannot be serious!”
“Oh, but I am,” Joey countered while pushing the girl forward onto all fours. “Now, spread wide for daddy.”
Elle tried to crawl away but Joey’s hands controlled her hips. The hands of the other men grabbed her arms and held her steady. More hands grabbed her legs and forced her thighs apart. She struggled against them, writhing this way and that, but all to no avail.
The knobby head of the dildo pressed against her womanhood. All at once, it slid inside her tight hole. The beautiful heroine moaned loudly as the vile device was slowly, excruciatingly, driven inside her. Inch by unbearable inch, the thick shaft of the rubber toy penetrated her more deeply. Inch by agonizing inch, her insistent attacker drove the device farther into her wet pussy.
“Stop...” Elle pleaded after absorbing a third of the shaft. “I can’t... bear it...”
But the thug kneeling behind her continued to press down on the terrible device. Another inch was gained and then yet another. Six inches into her and still the foul dildo wanted more. Her hole stretched to accommodate the enormous thing. It filled every part of her overtaxed box. The sensitive walls of her pussy wrapped around the rubber shaft tightly. Her vaginal muscles began to spasm. Despite the horror of what was being done to her, the virtuous heroine knew that she could resist for only so long. As surely as an orgasm was building in her overheated loins, her pussy would continue to lubricate and eventually swallow the whole of the vile device.
“Stop...” she begged. “No more...”
The dildo was a full eight inches inside her burning love hole. The sweet juices of her box seeped down across her swollen clit and dripped onto the green felt of the pool table. Feigning mercy, the brutish man behind her suddenly withdrew the massive rubber cock, slowly pulling it back so that only the knob remained inside her tortured body. But the reprieve was short lived. With a patient thrust as agonizingly slow as the first, he once again penetrated the defenseless heroine with the irresistible shaft. She groaned in misery as her sopping pussy was once again filled almost to overflowing. A ninth inch was gained and then a tenth.
“We will leave that there for the moment.”
Confident that the girl’s tight pussy would grip and hold the enormous dildo in place, Joey shifted his concentration to her ass. Her puckered hole was a thing of beauty to him. He spread her cheeks wide with his fingers and tenderly brushed the tabooed opening with his thumb. The soft whimper with which the gorgeous brunette responded filled him with excitement and made his already swollen cock grow hard in his pants. He placed the pointed tip of the vibrator against her opening and gently pressed the device inward. He dripped some spittle onto the shaft to use as a lubricant. As he expected, the girl’s resistance had been completely drained by the massive dildo in her pussy. The narrow shaft of the vibrator entered her easily and he slid it deep inside her anus.
The dark-haired heroine moaned in misery as the silver bullet filled her ass. With both devices buried deep inside her, she felt as if she might pass out from the waves of unwanted erotic sensations flooding across her lithe body. But she had to resist, she knew. She could not let this pig have the satisfaction of seeing her come. He could do whatever he wanted with her body, she decided, but she would not surrender her mind to him. Nor would she reward him with an orgasm. She would not—
Elle gasped as her fiendish foe flicked a switch at the base of the vibrator and it began to oscillate inside her ass. For several seconds, as a new wave of sensations took over her slender form, she could not breath. She could not think. She could not help herself. She could not resist. A loud moan burst forth from between her pouting lips. The massive orgasm grew more insistent within her depths. Her pussy clenched the fat shaft of the dildo as if never wanting to let it go. Her sphincter spasmed around the vibrator. She was in misery. She was in misery and she never wanted it to end.
The men straddling the pool table released their holds on the girl’s arms and legs. It was no longer necessary to restrain her, they knew. She did not try to get away. She did not try to run. She remained on her hands and knees, writhing back and forth like a snake tormented on the hot sands, completely dominated by the sensations wracking her incredible body.
Joey rose and stood above the helpless girl. He unzipped his denims. He allowed his stiff cock to rise from his pants. It stood out from his body like a shaft of hot iron. He grabbed the defenseless heroine by the hair and pulled her up off of her hands. He moved around in front of her and positioned his majestic man-saber in front of her face.
“I told you that the information would cost,” he said with a sneer on his face. “I told you that you would have to blow me.”
The victorious thug tilted the gorgeous girl’s head back and propped the tip of his fat cock on her lower lip. Her eyes were half-closed and unseeing. Her arms dangled lifelessly at her sides. There was no danger, Joey knew. Her will had been broken. Like a wild mustang that must be tamed, he had broken her spirit and dominated her mind. She would not bite him anymore than she would ask him to remove the dildo from her oversexed pussy or the vibrator from her pulsating ass.
“Take it in,” he commanded while pushing the hot rod past her soft lips and into her mouth. “Take it in deep.”
Elle was forced to breath through her nose as the thick shaft of her foe filled her mouth. Her full lips wrapped around the warm pole, creating a natural suction that served to pleasure the man as he slowly thrust it back and forth. The heroine’s mind was awash with dizzying and conflicting emotions. On the one hand, her conscious thoughts, those of the upper mind, were repulsed and revolted by what was happening to her. A proud woman by nature, she was humiliated by this terrible defeat. She had been gangbanged. She had been raped. Her body was now on display for her conquerors, the centerpiece in a sex show that violated her every belief and desire.
But in her subconscious and lower mind, the animal mind that remains as a remnant from the prehistoric millennia of past human experience and which still exists in every human being to this day, a decidedly different set of emotions were in control. Her basest sexual fantasies, those of being desired, of being a sex object, of being ravished by multiple men—These fantasies were solidly in charge. Her body burned with an uncontrollable craving for sex. Her pussy, so full of rubber that is made her ache, was dripping wet and clutching to the dildo like it never wanted to give it up. Her sphincter was going wild, spasming in unison with the oscillating vibrator like there was no tomorrow. A powerful and all- encompassing orgasm was about to explode from her loins. And now, despite her revulsion and embarrassment, her soft lips were wrapped around the thick cock of her tormentor like it was the world’s tastiest lollipop.
“Oh god!” Elle thought to herself as her tongue involuntarily lapped at the hot shaft of man muscle penetrating her mouth, “he is turning me into a sex-craving whore! I am surely the world’s biggest slut!”
Joey could sense that the girl was close to coming. He pulled his cock from her mouth and rubbed the wet shaft across her cheeks and chin. He teased her lips with the swollen knob but resisted the urge to reinsert it into her mouth.
“You always have to know when to pull out, boys,” he said as if giving instruction to the men surrounding the table. “When they reach their climax there is always the chance that their teeth will clamp together and let me tell you, you don’t want that to happen!”
Elle’s head tilted back and she moaned loudly. Despite her embarrassment and humiliation, she could not take much more. She could not resist the powerful sensations racking her athletic figure. She could not—
“Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh!” she cried as the orgasm exploded from her tormented pussy. Her body quaked, rocking back and forth on the pool table as aftershock after aftershock consumed her very essence. Her love juices poured from her hole in torrents, permanently staining the top of the table and making certain fodder for future barroom tales. When it was finally over, she tottered atop her knees like a feather caught in the wind, swaying this way and that, her incredible body seemingly too weak to remain upright.
“And there you go,” Joey said to the group. “Super-heroine destruction, one-oh-one.”
A gentle push on the shoulder caused the defeated heroine to flop backward onto the table. Joey kneeled next to her snatch and unfolded her legs. He grasped her ankles and lifted her incredibly long legs into the air. He propped them against his chest so that a stiletto heel was on either side of his face. He gently stroked the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He reached between her legs and grasped the exposed base of the vibrator. He flicked the switch to the off position. The beautiful and exhausted brunette let out an erotic sigh of relief as the device was slowly pulled from her ass. Next, he removed the huge dildo from her abused pussy. He pulled it out gradually, inch by excruciating inch, torturing her overtaxed hole and making her lithe body writhe on the table in utter agony. The gorgeous super-fem
panted for breath as he finally removed the fat tip of the enormous shaft of rubber from her tortured hole.
“Let’s see how you like the real thing,” he said while sliding his own cock inside her.
Though large by any standard, Joey was not so big as the dildo and his man-sword entered the well-lubricated girl easily. He immediately set to work on satisfying his own needs, impatiently ramming his hard rod in and out of her abused pussy at a quick pace. The slender brunette did not hold up well under the beating—She moaned helplessly and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her arms lay limply on the hard surface of the pool table. Her hands did not move. Her legs, propped vertically against her attacker’s chest, were as lifeless as they were gorgeous. Her large breasts bounced back and forth in unison with his savage thrusts. Her head rolled from side to side as she was forced to endure several minutes of savage fucking.
Finally, unable to contain his load any longer, Joey pulled out of the beaten girl and slapped his massive rod down on her pubes. His ejaculation was enormous and he sprayed his sticky white seed over her stomach in several large streams. He released her ankles and allowed her long legs to fall back to the table at his sides. She remained there as he moved away, her legs spread wide and her naked chest heaving.
She lay there for a long time, in a daze, her body exhausted and her mind numb. More than one man took advantage of the opportunity to cop a feel on her delicate tits or rub a hand across the smooth skin of her thighs. But when Joey offered to buy a round of drinks at the bar, most decided that beer should come first.
“After all,” Joey reassured them, “the super-bitch will still be there when we get done. Without her powers, she isn’t going to go anywhere.”
The heroine’s mind was numb. Her incredible body was exhausted. The will to battle on had nearly been fucked out of her. But somehow, somewhere inside her, the spirit of a warrior still existed. The boasting words of her attacker burned through the sensual fog that gripped her mind. And no matter what it took, she decided, and no matter how many times she was raped, she would somehow find a way to survive and fight again.
“You are wrong, you bastard pig,” she mumbled while trying to catch her breath. “I am not like Ms. Marvelous. I do not suffer the curse of the Sartak. I do not lose my powers when I am climaxed. But you do not need me to tell you such things. You will learn for yourself, soon enough!”
Minutes passed. The first round of drinks gave way to a second and then a third. The men were in good spirits after their victory and the bartender was kept busy refilling their glasses. The sticky streams of semen dried on Elle’s stomach. She remained still, spread eagle atop the table, and used the reprieve to gather her strength and senses.
A man, one of the rednecks, finally slid from his stool and stumbled over to the pool table. He let go with a mighty belch. He looked down on the heroine’s gorgeous body lustfully. He leaned over her chest and sucked her left nipple into his mouth.
Elle cringed as the tongue of the drunken redneck wrapped around her sensitive bud. The bristles of his unshaven chin pricked the soft flesh of her breast.
“How dare you!” she snarled at the man while pushing him away. “My body is not a toy for you to play with!”
“Shut your yap, ho!” the man growled back in a drunken slur. “I’ll do as I please with--”
Her right leg snapped into the air. Her knee crashed against the redneck’s chin. For a moment he just stood there, wobbling on shaky knees, as if his inebriated brain were immune to pain. Then, all at once, he collapsed to the floor like a building that had been brought down by explosives.
Elle rolled onto her hip and slipped off the far side of the table. She raised her hands and prepared to fight off the mass of men that—
“What’s this?” she asked in surprise. “They are still drinking?”
The heroine frowned. The remaining men had failed to take notice of their friend’s demise. Instead, they remained sitting at the bar, backs to her, sucking down bottle after bottle of cheap beer and shot glass after shot glass of watered down whisky.
The gallant heroine figured that she could easily slip out of the bar unnoticed. The men were drunk. Joey Malokovich sat at their center, telling tales of his battles with Ms. Marvelous while guzzling
down booze. Elle knew that she could slip out unseen and they would not even notice that she was gone until she was miles away. It was probably the smart thing to do.
But Elle did not want to slip quietly away. She looked down at her tattered costume. She looked down at the dried stains of semen on the bare flesh of her stomach. She wanted to teach these cretins a thing or two. She wanted to show them the meaning of justice. She wanted to take her revenge.
The beautiful brunette looked around the pool table. There were plenty of weapons to be had. Her rope lay on the floor only a few feet away. Her wide brown eyes darted back to the bar and the line of laughing men sitting there. She quickly picked out the one that had drawn the gun earlier. Yes, she decided, he was probably the most dangerous, other than Joey, of course. She would deal with him first.
A violet aura of energy crackled around her body. The telekinetic power of her mutant mind focused on the rope. The cord quickly obeyed its scintillating mistress, lifting off the floor like a cobra rising from a basket. It snaked toward the bar slowly, covertly moving into position as if a predator sneaking up on its prey.
“Now!” Elle commanded.
The rope struck with the speed of a viper. It coiled around the unsuspecting gunman and entrapped him within its inescapable embrace. The man squealed like a terrified child before falling from his stool and plopping onto the hard floor at the base of the bar.
“What the hell?” Joey asked in surprise.
Elle was amused by how long it took the remainder of the drunken goon squad to figure out what had happened. By the time they finally recognized the source of the unexpected attack, she was waiting and ready for them.
“Feel my wrath!” the gorgeous heroine shouted while flinging the first of sixteen pool balls at her enemies.
The ball struck with deadly accuracy against the forehead of the redneck standing to Joey’s right. A second ball scored an equally precise hit against the jaw of the gangbanger standing to his left. The men hit the floor almost as one, unconscious to the world.
“Get her!” Joey screamed in rage. “Kill the stupid bitch!”
Elle’s fastball was enough to make any major leaguer jealous. Her windup was efficient. Her release was short and fast. Her delivery was powerful. In rapid-fire succession, several more balls were let fly and three more goons were dropped.
Two rednecks charged forward with their hands protecting their heads. They circled the pool table from opposite directions and surrounded the young super-fem.
“Now we’ve got you!” the first of the men threatened.
“We’re going to fuck you up good!” the second agreed.
Elle leapt high into the air and flipped forward onto the table. She turned to face her two foes, a
pool cue spinning in her hands. Her fluid motions were those of a trained martial artist. The cue was a nimble and dangerous weapon. It bounced off the skull of her first attacker with staggering force and precision. It cut through the air like a laser beam and stabbed into the chest of the second foe. The beautiful warrior let go with two more strikes, one against each man, and the two rednecks were finished.
The dazzling heroine back-flipped off the table. Her athletic figure twisted in midair and she landed in front of the bar, facing her remaining opponents and ready to strike. She was pleased to see that only five thugs remained. Two of them, both rednecks, were pretty busted up from earlier in the fight and seemed less than eager to resume the battle. With a quick glance at one another, the pair did the smart thing and made for the exit.
“Where are you going?” Joey demanded angrily.
“Uh, we got someplace to be,” the two said while completing their hasty retreat. “Thanks for the drinks, though!”
The sight of their friends departing was all that was required to make up the minds of the other two goons. Raising their open hands in submissiveness, they carefully shuffled past the dark-haired heroine and likewise made for the door.
“Hey!” Joey shouted in disbelief. “You guys are leaving, too?”
The last man through the door shrugged. “You’re the one always talking about how you whipped up on Ms. Marvelous. Seems like you should be able to handle Elle Mental on your own, right?”
“That just leaves you and me,” Elle said with an eager smile.
Joey faced the dark-haired angel. He seemed less than enthusiastic. “Maybe we can talk about this?”
“I gave you the chance to talk and you passed. Now, it is time to fight. I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me.”
The thug scowled and tried to muster his courage. “Fine! Have it your way. I will beat you myself. But before I kill you, I’m going to rape your pretty ass again.”
Elle watched in silent disgust as her sneering opponent reached into his pockets and once again removed the two sex toys. He approached her cautiously, the dildo in his right hand and the vibrator in his left. He stabbed at her menacingly with the vile devices, trying to shake her confidence.
The heroine twirled the pool cue in front of her. With mongoose-like speed she whipped the weapon through the air for her target’s head. The cue struck the big thug’s face and left a nasty welt across his left cheek.
“You’ll regret that!” Joey snarled defiantly.
“I guess I will have to find a way to live with it,” Elle countered while gracefully sidestepping his counterattack.
Once again, the pool cue snapped across the big thug’s head. A blow to the back of the legs dropped the goon to his knees. A third strike removed the dildo from his right hand. Elle raised the cue to shoulder height and aimed its tip at her foe’s exposed neck. Although the cue had not been designed to serve as a weapon, much less a spear, the beautiful heroine had little doubt but that her super-human mutant strength could drive the tapered point into and through the vulnerable flesh of the man’s throat. The opportunity was at hand—She could end the battle and rid the world of Joey Malokovich’s evil for all time.
Joey’s eyes opened wide in terror as he realized that his end was at hand. His face went pale with fear. He had been a sinner all of his life. He knew that the devil was waiting for him. He knew that an eternity of never ending torment was about to begin.
“No!” the heroine cried out while lowering the pool cue. “Although my blood burns for revenge, I shall not become a murderer. I shall not kill you!”
The heroine turned away and cast the cue to the ground. Her brown eyes glanced across the carnage that littered the floor. Men lay groaning at her feet. Blood from open wounds formed crimson pools on the uneven planks. Broken glass and furniture was strewn about the room. Billiard balls lay here and there, testaments to the strength of her throwing arm.
“This is not what I had in mind when I came here,” she said with sadness. “All I wanted was information. It did not need to come to this--”
A strong hand clamped down on Elle’s right shoulder. Her slender figure was violently spun around. She looked into the savage eyes of Joey Malokovich. Insanity seemed to grip his face. A furious rage twisted his mouth.
“I will rape you, Ms. Marvelous! I will rape you to death!”
For the first time, Elle began to understand the depths of Joey’s sickness. For the first time, she began to comprehend the depths of his obsession. He was insane. He was utterly fixated on the blonde super-heroine. His tormented mind refused to accept that she was dead. His irrational psyche, desperate to find a replacement for the purpose, for the reason for being, that had been so suddenly ripped from him, could no longer distinguish fantasy from reality.
“I am not Ms. Marvelous!” Elle shouted.
The brunette’s declaration failed to penetrate the mentally ill mind of her attacker. In his eyes, her dark hair was golden. Her brown eyes were blue. She was not Elle Mental, mutant super-thief and ninja, but rather Ms. Marvelous, super-heroine and champion of justice. His fist slammed into her stomach. A second blow savagely snapped her head around. A third knocked her backward into the bar.
Elle crashed into and through a barstool. She stumbled past the waitress station and turned to face her foe just in time to catch a mule kick in the chest. Her featherweight body fell backward and rolled across the floor. She rose to her knees only to catch a knee to the face. Her slender frame plowed backward through a table and some chairs. Once again, she wearily rose to her feet. Her body was aching. Her head was spinning. She did not think that she could take much more punishment.
The heroine’s relentless foe was on her quickly. She saw his right fist swinging for her head. It crashed through her defenses and slammed across her jaw. Stars flickered in her vision. Fingers clamped down on her throat and nearly lifted her lithe body off the ground. She was slammed backward against the wall next to the jukebox.
“I am going to destroy you!” the much larger thug shouted.
Elle felt the fingers of her opponent’s right hand tighten across her windpipe. She could not breathe. Her toes barely touched the surface of the floor, below. Her hands struggled with the wrist of her powerful attacker. Her lungs were burning. The end was near.
The valiant super-fem felt the strength fading from her magnificent body. She was pinned against the wall. Her two hundred and sixty pound opponent leaned in on her with all his mass. It seemed hopeless. She considered giving up.
“No!” the brave beauty blurted out. “I must not lose!”
She remembered the training she had received while a student of the Eastern Masters. She shifted her grip from the thug’s wrist to his thumb. She pulled up and back on it with all the strength she could muster. For a long moment, nothing happened. But then, just as she was about to give up, the insanity that burned in his dark eyes changed to something else, something more akin to physical anguish. An audible snap came from his hand. His head tilted back and he screamed at the ceiling in pain and rage.
“Wench!” Joey shouted while releasing his grip. “You have broken my thumb!”
A savage backhanded swipe prevented Elle from following up on her brief advantage. The back of her head bounced off of the wall so hard that a nearby dartboard fell from its moorings. The athletic figure of the dazed super-fem slumped backward against the unforgiving surface. It was difficult to remain standing. She knew that she was nearly beaten.
“Must... fight on...”
The thug slammed a bruising punch into the dazed heroine’s gut. A pair of kicks to the inside of her ankles forced her long legs wide apart. She was completely vulnerable to him, she knew. There was nothing that she could do.
“Fight this, Doll Face,” the big thug replied while stabbing the vibrator toward Elle’s crotch.
The beautiful brunette gasped as the hand of her unrelenting foe slid between her parted thighs and the tip of the vibrator slid into her slit. The evil toy found her wet hole quickly and dipped deep inside her. She moaned loudly as the thing quickly penetrated her almost to its full length.
“No! Please do not--”
Elle nearly screamed as the device was flicked on and began vibrating inside her already over- abused pussy. Her slender legs seemed to go numb as a wave of sensations washed across her tortured body. Her arms fell limply to her sides. Her back arched and her head flattened against the wall. Her magnificent breasts heaved as she panted for breath. She whimpered helplessly as the vibrator took over her very soul.
“I cannot... endure it...”
Her foe wrapped his left hand across the young beauty’s forehead. He leaned against her, pinning her lithe figure against the wall. His right hand worked the vibrator in and out of her wet hole mercilessly. He could see the terrible effect it was having on her. He could see that it was breaking her will to resist.
“I am going to fuck you to death, Doll Face!” Elle’s insane attacker snarled into her face.
For the next sixty seconds, the beautiful brunette struggled to control the unwanted emotions coursing though her five foot six inch figure. To her dismay, a second orgasm was quickly gaining strength inside her. The vibrator, its batteries still strong, was humming at top speed deep inside her womanhood. Her pussy was sopping wet. It would not take long before she reached her climax.
With each thrust of the vibrator into her pussy, Elle was brought a bit closer to defeat. Adding to her misery, the thug was now rubbing his broken thumb across her swollen clit. She was sure that the pain he was feeling was nothing like the suffering she was going through. The vibrator seemed intent on sucking every last bit of strength from her incredible body.
“Uhhh...” Elle moaned, “...so wet...”
She could feel her love juices trickling down the inside of her outstretched thighs. The orgasm was nearly at its zenith. She would not be able to hold it off for more than a few seconds more. She bit
her lower lip in a desperate attempt to ignore the powerful sensations emanating from her snatch. Her eyes narrowed in determination. She forced her hands to move. She reached forward and grabbed her opponent beneath the arms. She pushed off the wall with her right foot. She used every ounce of her remaining strength to push him backwards, away from the wall.
“What are you doing, Doll Face?” Joey asked with confident derision. “I can feel how weak you have become. With this vibrator tormenting your tight pussy you barely have the strength to walk, much less fight.”
“Bastard...” Elle moaned as her opponent once again began to work the vibrator back and forth inside her tortured box.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. After I make you come with this vibrator, I will give you another taste of the real thing. My cock is just aching to get back inside you!”
The gorgeous heroine’s face was a mask of anguish. Her orgasm was nearly ready to explode. But she had to fight on. Whether she was forced to climax or not, she could not afford to lose to this man.
“I will not... allow it...”
Elle concentrated on the task at hand. Displaying incredible courage and willpower, she somehow lifted the big man off the ground. She spun on her left foot and thrust him away. For a brief moment his massive body became airborne. He crashed back to earth at the center of the jukebox. His weight smashed through the curved glass of the music machine and fell heavily into the inner workings. Audio disks were smashed beneath him. Broken pieces of aluminum and plastic rained down on the floor.
The big bruiser sat inside the destroyed jukebox as if a barbarian king atop his thrown. His thick legs dangled over the front of the ruined machine. His arms rested atop the remnants of the shattered glass shell. A sinister smile formed on his face as he looked back at his beautiful quarry.
“Is that the best you can do? Shit, it will only take me second to get out of this and then I will continue to screw that sweet pussy of yours--”
The sound of sizzling wires interrupted Joey’s threat. The smell of melting insulation prompted a worried look on his face. Without warning, sparks leapt from the damaged jukebox. Smoke floated upward in the air and an arc of electricity traveled across his body. Joey’s arms and legs jerked rigidly. His head snapped from side to side. His body was wracked by convulsions. His mouth opened as if to scream but no noise came out. His beady eyes rolled into the back of his head. His jet-black hair stood on end.
Elle moved to the wall as quickly as her aching body would take her. She pulled the plug of the jukebox from a nearby electrical outlet. The sparks stopped. Her opponent’s body went limp. His head fell backward against the broken glass shell.
The beautiful brunette reached down and grasped the exposed end of the silver bullet. She pulled it from her tortured hole. It fell from her weak grasp and clattered against the floor. It lay there, vibrating on the uneven wood planks, even as her climax exploded from her sopping wet pussy. She leaned heavily against the wall and rode it out, hoping all the while that none of the goon squad was conscious and watching. When the sensations finally subsided and she had finally regained her breath, the amazing super-fem returned to the destroyed jukebox. She looked down on her defeated foe. A loud groan came from his mouth.
“Still alive, Joey?” the beautiful brunette asked. “I am not sure how I feel about that.”
She stood over Joey’s prone form for a long time, looking down on him with disgust. Finally, her hands grabbed him around the collar and lifted his limp figure from the wreckage. She pulled the leather jacket from his body and allowed him to drop to the floor.
“You don’t object to me taking this, do you?” she asked while wrapping the jacket around her tattered costume. “I do not usually wear such coarse attire, but it is daylight outside and for the sake of modesty I will make an exception.”
The lithe heroine walked to the doorway, stepping over the fallen bodies of her adversaries as she went. She exited the bar and breathed in the comparatively clean air of the city. Traffic bustled by on a nearby street. People were walking along the sidewalk, going about their business. None knew what had just happened inside the bar. None knew of the life and death struggle that had occurred.
“Just another day in the life of a super-heroine,” Elle commented dryly while leaping gracefully onto a nearby rooftop and making her way to higher, more private, ground. “Still, I can’t help but feel that Joey Malokovich and I will run into each other again, someday.”
The exhausted heroine set course for home. She tried to think about other things, to not dwell on what had happened, to not dwell on what had been done to her by Joey and his drunken friends. But the memories of them gangbanging her on the pool table would not soon be forgotten. And despite her ultimate victory and despite the broken bones and other injuries she had caused them, the gallant heroine doubted that justice had truly been served.
“There will come another time,” Elle promised herself. “There will come another time and Joey Malokovich will get what is coming to him.”