The baseball field was abandoned, the game having ended some hours before and the fans long since departed. The wooden bleachers now stood empty, their surfaces littered with pieces of trash, crumpled paper cups and candy bar wrappers, the odd program abandoned and left to flutter in the warm summer breeze. Torn and folded ticket stubs, having served their purpose, floated on the breeze and were carried over the bleachers and onto the field of play itself. They settled softly on the green, manicured grass or skittered silently across the well-groomed dirt of the infield on their way to more distant corners of the ballpark.
A large scoreboard behind centerfield basked in the full moon of this humid July evening, its placards having been left in place to announce that East Metro had beaten West Community by a score of six to five. It amused the super-heroine floating overhead to think that just hours before the park had been full of people, a thousand fans cheering or booing as the winning run came home. It was the biggest rivalry in the biggest town in the world, the East Warriors against the West Pioneers, and she almost regretted having missed it.
But there would be other ballgames, the blonde beauty knew. And though East Metro had emerged victorious on this night, there would be countless other games involving countless other players in the future. Like all college rivalries, the one between East and West would never come to an end. And almost no sooner than one game had ended another would begin, year after year, class after graduating class, always providing entertainment to students and fans alike. It was a pleasant reminder, she mused, of a side of Megapolis that she rarely seemed to see. For though her career as a crime fighter took her into the darkest and seamiest of places, and though it put her in confrontation with the most evil of people, there was another, lighter, side to this great city. It was a side where people lived out their lives free from the persecution of power hungry criminals and rogue government agencies, lived out their lives free to raise their families in peace and happiness, and free to watch their sons play in a college baseball game. It was for these people that she fought. It was for them that she put her life on the line.
Yet evil knows no bounds. Even here, in what appeared to be a place of good sportsmanship, iniquity had found a way to slither in. The beautiful heroine turned away from the scoreboard, her slender body rotating slowly in the air so that she could scan the field. Her eyes searched for the source of the noise that had interrupted her quest to find the criminal vampire, Oni Kamaha, and instead drawn her here. It had been a soft noise, muffled even, but the heroine had excellent hearing and did not doubt that it had been real. She was sure that it had been a girl’s scream. Someone was in trouble. Someone needed her help.
The moonlight glimmered off of her red and black bodysuit. The tight fitting costume hugged her lithe and athletic form like a second skin, revealing every curve and angle of her magnificent body. Her long golden hair, caressed by the warm breeze, lay softly atop her strong shoulders. The steely muscles of her arms were tense and ready for action. Perfectly shaped breasts rose and fell slightly as she breathed. A slender waist gave way to curvaceous hips and powerful thighs. Impossibly long legs finally tapered into small, femininely feet. Hovering, as she was, twenty feet off the ground, it was difficult for any onlooker not to think of this beautiful and potent woman as a goddess.
But there were no onlookers and she was no goddess. She was Ms. Marvelous.
Like an eagle on the wing, the sharp-eyed heroine scanned the field. Movement caught her attention as she looked toward the third base dugout. People were there, almost hidden in the shadows. The voices of young men could be heard. Then she made out another voice, one that seemed to be pleading with the others. This last voice was different from the rest, higher pitched and not so loud. It was the voice of a young woman, frightened and helpless. The girl tried to scream but the shriek was cut off almost before it began. A hand over her mouth prevented her from trying again.
Ms. Marvelous did not hesitate. The angelic heroine sped toward the dugout and dropped to the ground just outside. It was a typically simple structure, meant to provide players with cover from the hot sun while they waited for their chance to bat or play in the field. It was long and narrow, built with concrete bricks and mortar and entrenched a couple of feet into the ground. A chain link fence blocked
the front of the dugout and protected the players inside from errant hits during games. At each end of the fence was a gap that allowed entry or exit. Inside, a wide bench for the players to sit on ran the entire length of the structure. A wooden rack, meant to hold bats and other equipment, had been bolted onto the wall nearest to home plate.
“I guess it is time to give my new costume a try,” the heroine thought while peering through the links of the fence and into the dugout.
Jody’s wide blue eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light inside the structure and she appraised the situation. A young woman, a West Community College cheerleader by the looks of her garb, was being restrained by two ballplayers. The men, still wearing the uniforms of the East Metro Warriors baseball team, had her pinned up against the bench and were groping her chest. Ten more boys watched the spectacle and cheered their mates on.
As Ms. Marvelous looked on in horror, the two boys pulled the girl’s shirt up and over her head. They tossed the garment on the ground and then proceeded to remove cheerleader’s bra. Their teammates hooted in appreciation as the girl’s large breasts were exposed. Groping fingers made a B-line for her tits. The girl squealed in protest as her nipples were roughly squeezed.
Ms. Marvelous had seen enough. She would not allow this girl to be raped. She would now allow such a vile thing to happen on her watch. She moved to the near end of the dugout and slipped silently inside through the gap in the fence. She descended the two steps that led down to the sunken floor. She paused only long enough to formulate a plan before approaching the huddled mass of players. She grabbed the nearest boy by the scruff of his neck and jerked him away from the group.
“What the fuck?” the boy shouted in protest as Ms. Marvelous lifted him completely off the ground. “What’s going on?”
The heroine dumped the boy unceremoniously on the hard-packed earthen floor. He landed in a pile and looked up at his svelte attacker in surprise. To his eyes, the gorgeous super-being standing over him must have seemed almost supernatural. Her beauty was like nothing he had ever seen. Her snug fitting clothing was spectacular. Her strength was unnatural.
The boy’s jaw dropped and he stared up at the blonde angel with his mouth agape. He tried to speak but found that he could not. A guilty look came over his face as he remembered the cheerleader. Although he had not been one of the ones groping the helpless girl, he had nevertheless been watching with lustful eyes. His dick was hard inside the tight pants of his baseball uniform. And now, like a
prepubescent boy caught looking at daddy’s skin magazines, he felt guilty and ashamed. “We were just having a little fun!” he protested as the heroine grabbed him by the collar and lifted him back to his feet. “We didn’t mean anything by it!”
“You are a horny little worm with no control over your hormones!” the beautiful blonde replied while staring coldly into the young man’s eyes.
The ballplayer grasped the heroine’s wrist in his hands in an effort to wrench her arm away. His eyes opened wide in surprise as he discovered that he could not escape. He was taller than her and heavier by at least fifty pounds, but he could not budge the woman. Terror clutched at his heart as he finally realized that she must be some kind of mutant. The skin-tight costume, the mask hiding her face— “Hey guys?” the boy shouted in fear. “I think we have a situation here!”
The other ballplayers were reluctant to pay any attention. The half-naked cheerleader was a good show, after all, and to take one’s eyes off of the action was to risk losing one’s place in line for a turn at her. Finally, and only after several more shouts from the captive boy, the nearest of the players scowled and turned to see what the big problem might be.
“What the hell are you groaning about, Willie? Did you lose your wad in your pants or something? Or maybe you--”
The newcomer’s words seemed to catch in his mouth as he laid eyes on the gorgeous super heroine for the first time. He barely noticed that the woman was holding his teammate captive. All he saw was an incredibly beautiful young blonde wearing an extremely tight body suit. And as her simmering blue eyes locked with his, he thought that his cock might rip right out of his pants.
“Lord almighty!” the overly aroused college boy shouted. “I think I have just met the girl of my dreams!”
The ballplayer stood six feet tall and sported a perfectly tailored pinstriped uniform. His skin was tan and smooth. His face was clean-shaven and his hair short. The letter ‘C’ had been embroidered on the front of his jersey, indicating that he was the captain of his team.
“Don’t just stand there gawking!” Willie pleaded. “Get this bitch off of me!”
“I’ll be glad to take her off of your hands,” the captain replied. “She is clearly too much woman for a wuss like you.”
“Better be careful, Stan. She isn’t any normal woman. She is pretty strong.”
Stan smirked and looked the blonde beauty up and down. He puffed out his chest in an effort to look more masculine, which was not really necessary since he was clearly a fine athlete. “I don’t know where you came from, Blue-Eyes, or why you are wearing that Halloween costume, but you are on the Warrior’s turf, now. So why don’t you release my buddy and come play with a real man?”
The hint of a smile came to Jody’s full red lips. The boy obviously did not know what he was up against. She had battled against the most formidable criminals in all of Megapolis. Stan was a college baseball player. He appeared to be no more than twenty-two years old. And though the muscles bulging from beneath his pinstriped uniform were impressive to look at, she seriously doubted that he would be able to give her any kind of fight at all.
As if to demonstrate her own strength, the heroine suddenly lifted Willie off the ground and straightened her arm. His head collided with the low cement ceiling and made a hollow clunking sound. His eyes closed and his face wrinkled up into a ball of pain. His hands left her wrist so that they could clutch at the growing knot atop his skull. She released his collar and allowed his body to fall to the bench. He sat there, swaying back and forth, unsure if he wanted to pass out.
She turned to face Stan and was surprised to see that the boy did not back down. Instead, the ballplayer impetuously reached out and grabbed her left bicep in his strong hand. He pulled her lithe figure toward him and wrapped his left arm around her body. He held her tight against his chest and thrust his pelvis against hers as if to indicate what he had in mind.
“Willie is a wuss. You need a real man. You need a man like me…”
Jody winced as the boy’s hand slid down across the small of her back and copped a feel on her plump ass. “Impudent wretch!” she cried while slamming a knee into his crotch. “How dare you touch me!”
Stan’s face went pale and a wave of pain washed over his body. He released the super-strong girl and turned to the side. Doing his best not to keel over, he staggered back toward the still distracted group of ballplayers. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed onto one of his teammates in an effort to remain standing.
“What’s going on, man?” the annoyed ballplayer asked while looking at his bent over companion. “Did you jerk off so hard that you broke your dick, or what?”
Stan could barely speak. With a whisper and a nod, he directed the newcomer’s attention away from the cheerleader and toward the glamorous blonde standing patiently a few feet away. “She’s some kind of freak,” the injured boy declared venomously. “She attacked Willie for no reason and then came after me. Alert the guys—We gotta teach her a lesson!”
In moments, the East Metro team was assembled and ready to face off with the lone super heroine. Already excited by the attack on the cheerleader, the baseball players seemed ready to pounce on their new and even more beautiful playmate. Eleven strapping young athletes moved in her direction. Eleven pairs of hungry eyes assaulted her magnificent body.
Jody stood her ground and tried to subdue the feeling of anxiety that was gnawing at her courage. She now regretted not having finished Stan off when she had the chance. Perhaps it would have been better if she had taken the ballplayers out one by one, at least until the remaining pack had been reduced to a more manageable number. Going up against eleven strong young men in the tight quarters of the dugout and emerging victorious might be difficult, even for her.
“But that is just ridicules!” the beautiful heroine chided herself silently. “I have the strength of ten men! Taking out these imbecilic jocks will be no problem!”
At the least, Jody decided, she had gotten the team away from the cheerleader. The half-naked girl, no doubt an innocent young victim that had been lured into the dugout sometime after the ballgame, was now on her feet and backing away from the pack of Warriors. The look of simmering resentment on
the cheerleader’s face surprised Jody—Apparently the girl’s anger toward the players was greater than her fear.
“If she can be brave then so can I!” the blonde beauty decided resolutely. “I will show these troublemakers that not all women are so helpless!”
“You are going to regret messing with us!” Stan snarled from behind his teammates. “Nobody beats the Warriors!”
Ms. Marvelous tried to look unconcerned. “Your voice is still kind of high, Stan. Maybe you should start wearing a cup? Not that you have much to protect.”
“You’ll find out just how much I have, Blue-Eyes. Before this night is over, I am going to deep seven you for sure!”
“And to think that you are a product of our higher-educational system—My god, I guess they will let anyone into college now days!”
Stan sneered and tried to straighten up. “I led the league in homers last year, Sweet-Cheeks. I figure I can get to home plate with you.”
“Then stop hiding behind your pals—Step up to the plate and give it your best shot.” “Not yet, Blue-Eyes. First, you have to get through the bullpen. Guys, show this skank how we do it at East Metro!”
The first Warrior eagerly stepped forward. He was a big man with a big paunch. Jody figured that he was a first baseman—Slow and strong, a free-swinging hitter at the plate and a guy who didn’t let anything get by him in the field. A smug smile seemed to be permanently affixed to his face.
“Let’s see what you have got, Gorgeous,” he said while rubbing his hands together. If the man was going to let her have the first shot then she would be more than happy to take it, Jody decided. Rotating on her right foot, she extended her left leg and fired out a blazingly fast side thrust kick. Her foot impacted dead center in the big man’s gut and knocked him backward into his pals. A look of surprise and anger replaced the smug smile.
“That was my off-speed pitch,” Jody stated matter of factly. “Come at me again and I will let you feel the heat.”
The first baseman lifted himself up to his full height and looked down at the svelte, five foot nine inch heroine. He regained his composure and once again rubbed his hands together. But he was not stupid. Taking on the feisty blonde alone might not be the best idea, after all. Instead, he glanced at the man next to him and, as if exchanging some sort of silent communication, the two ballplayers stepped forward to face their foe together. They took up positions in front of the young beauty, the first baseman on her left and the newcomer on her right.
Jody struck a fighting stance and prepared for the coming assault. The attack came quickly, from both directions at once, the big man striking high and his smaller pal going low. But the heroine was faster than them both and dodged to the side. Her counter was a thing of beauty, her motions smooth and rapid, and in an instant she was behind the two confused ballplayers. Grabbing them each by the back of the neck, she banged their heads together and pushed them forward so that they were further separated from their team. As the two shaken ballplayers turned to face her, Jody used her flying power just enough to lift her body off the ground so that she could drive a foot into each man’s face.
The men fell backward and collapsed side by side on the dirt floor of the dugout. The rest of the ballplayers looked on in stunned amazement. Because of her costume change and the mistaken accounts of her death, the East Metro Warriors did not know that they faced the famous super-heroine, Ms. Marvelous. They did not know that their beautiful opponent could defy gravity. In their eyes, the spectacular display of martial arts that they had just witnessed was next to impossible. “What was that?” one of the ballplayers asked aloud.
“I have never seen anything like it!” replied another.
“Some kind of trick!” agreed a third.
Stan was unhappy. “No more playing around!” he shouted from the rear. “Take the skank down!”
Two more Warriors charged forward from the pack. They were both big men, nearly as big as the first baseman had been. Large biceps and forearms bulged from beneath the sleeves of their jerseys.
“Clearly the power-hitters of the group,” Ms. Marvelous thought with amusement. “But I will show them what real power is!”
The brave heroine met the attack head on, clashing with her opponents in a furious exchange of punches. She dodged under a right cross and returned a smashing blow of her own. She avoided a wildly thrown left hook and countered with an uppercut. She blocked an overhand hammer strike and delivered a jolting knee-lift. In seconds, it was over and the bodies of the two big men lay at her feet.
“I am holding back and really doing my best not to hurt anyone,” the heroine stated modestly while looking toward her remaining foes, “but accidents sometimes happen. Why don’t you boys consider surrendering so that no one else gets hurt?”
But the advice went unheeded and another pair of Warriors stepped forward. These were smaller men, agile and spry, possibly the shortstop and the second baseman. They approached their lovely quarry cautiously, like stalking jungle cats ready to pounce on a meal.
“Time for you to face the heart of the lineup, Sweet-Cheeks,” the shortstop declared. “We’re going to do a double play on you!” the second baseman added.
Ms. Marvelous gave some ground and watched her opponents carefully. She quickly glanced at the concrete wall to her left and the chain link fence to her right. She looked up at the low ceiling overhead.
“I have to be careful in here,” she reminded herself. “In this confined space I do not have a lot of room to maneuver—There is not enough open space to perform most of my combat moves and flying is out of the question. I can handle one or two of these boys at a time with no problem, but if they all jump me at once then they might be able to give me some trouble.”
The second baseman attacked with a pair of quick jabs that Jody easily deflected. He feinted at her head with a right and got her to raise her guard. To the heroine’s surprise, the shortstop launched a perfectly timed attack of his own and drove a thrust kick into her midsection. The kick landed squarely on her abdominal muscles. Ms. Marvelous winced in pain as the metal cleats of the ballplayer’s shoes dug into her flesh.
“Yeah!” the second baseman congratulated his teammate. “That was a good one!” “Maybe that will teach her some respect!” the shortstop agreed.
Ms. Marvelous retreated a step and looked down at her stomach. Five puncture marks could be seen in the fabric of her costume but there was no blood. “Thank goodness for bulletproof skin!” she thought.
The boys attacked again, directing a series of punches and kicks in Jody’s direction. She managed to avoid most of the blows but the two ballplayers were working like a well-trained team. In the tight quarters of the dugout, the pair seemed to have the advantage. If she turned to face off with one then the other would attack. If she blocked one blow, she was left open for another.
Retreating, the beautiful heroine stumbled over the unconscious body of one of her previous foes. Off balance and momentarily vulnerable, she could do nothing as the shortstop leapt forward and grabbed her by the hair. With all the strength he could muster, the ballplayer flung her forward into the chain link fence at the front of the dugout.
“Now we have you!” the shortstop declared. “Time to knock you out of the ballpark--” The gorgeous blonde bounced off the fence like a billiard ball off a rail, but it was her turn to attack. Using momentum to her advantage, she turned sideways and drove the point of her elbow into the boy’s chest. She was surprised at how easily the shortstop came off the ground. He flew backward through the air and crashed hard into the cement wall at the back of the dugout. “Ouch!” Jody said while watching the boy slump down onto the bench. “I guess I used too much strength. I have to remember that these are just college kids and not super-powered criminals or mutants. I don’t want to seriously hurt them, after all!”
Feeling guilty, the heroine turned to face off with the second baseman. She hoped that she could convince the boy to surrender. Instead, he pulled a baseball from his back pocket and hurled it at her with all his strength. Too late she saw it—The ball impacted squarely with her skull just above the right eye. For a moment, she saw stars. It was all the advantage that her opponent needed. He lowered his head and charged her at top speed.
“We play hardball at East Metro,” the second baseman snarled while tackling the heroine and taking her to the ground. He landed on top of her, his left shoulder buried in her abdomen and his arms wrapped around her body.
Ms. Marvelous instinctively wrapped her long legs around the boy’s waist and struggled to get her arms free. She was stronger than him but he was lying on top of her with the full weight of his body and had a good grip. Also, she was still feeling the effects of the baseball ricocheting off of her head. She would recover soon enough but for the moment the second baseman had the advantage and she remained pinned to the ground.
From behind, the remaining Warriors cheered. It seemed the battle was finally starting to go their way. “Get in there and help, Harmon,” Stan said to one of his teammates. “Show this bitch that we mean business!”
The new guy did not hesitate. Letting out a high-pitched war cry, he ran forward and leapt into the air. Clearing the second baseman, he crashed down on the chest of the glamorous heroine with the entire weight of his muscular body.
“Getting beaned means a free trip to first base!” he shouted joyfully while grasping the head of the blonde beauty between his hands.
Jody squealed in protest as Harmon’s mouth locked onto hers. His tongue forced its way between her lips and wrapped around her own. Meanwhile, her arms remained pinned against her sides by the second baseman. The bodies of the two men pressed down on hers, smothering her slender figure against the hard-packed dirt floor and momentarily subduing her struggles. She tried to pull her head away but Harmon’s hands gripped the sides of her face and held her steady. The unwanted kiss seemed to go on forever. Indeed, she had to admit, the player had reached first base with her.
“No!” Jody cried out as Harmon finally broke the lip lock and came up for air. “I would rather kiss a slug than be sullied by the likes of you!”
“Oh please!” the man replied while smacking his lips and preparing to French kiss the young beauty a second time. “You know that you like it! All women like a good--”
Using her incredible strength, Jody ripped her arms free and pushed the obnoxious man away. The second baseman tried to regain control of her struggling form but it was too late. A fist to his jaw sent the boy crashing into the side of the bench.
Ms. Marvelous was on her feet in a flash. She wiped her lips with the sleeve of her costume in an effort to vanquish the taste of Harmon’s saliva from her mouth. She drove a kick into the impudent boy’s ribs as he attempted to rise. He grunted in pain and collapsed back to the floor. She prepared to kick him a second time and finish him off but suddenly the second baseman was behind her, back on his feet and ready to resume the battle. Before she could react, his arms had hooked her elbows and pulled her hands behind her back. He locked his fingers together over her spine and pinned her arms against his chest. The heroine’s firm breasts were thrust out in front of her as he arched her back and lifted her up onto her tiptoes.
“No!” Jody cried out in defiance. “I will not be restrained!”
Seeing an opportunity, a third player jumped into the fray. He was a squat, fireplug of a man and wore the distinctive chest protector of a catcher. He leapt in front of the beautiful heroine and immediately took her tits in his hands. The thin fabric of her costume did not discourage him in the least as he began to rough up her amazing boobs. His fingers pressed deep into her sensitive mounds, causing the blonde beauty to yelp in surprise and pain.
“Bastard!” the gorgeous heroine cried out while trying to break free. “You try my patience!” “I am going to try more than your patience,” the catcher replied while pinching her nipples with all the force he could muster.
Jody’s teeth clamped together as pain stabbed through her aching orbs. Two more Warriors joined the battle, taking up positions on either side of her. They grabbed her arms in their strong hands and held them tight.
“Now we have got you!” the one on her right declared.
The catcher continued to do a number on the captured heroine’s large breasts. Grabbing up two handfuls of her sensitive mounds, he mashed her breasts together at the center of her chest and once
again drove his fingers deep into her soft flesh. The beautiful heroine’s head tilted back and her eyes rolled into the back of their sockets.
“You like it rough, don’t you, bitch?” the catcher sneered while slapping her tits around. Ms. Marvelous wanted to put her fist through the obnoxious boy’s face. But she had to admit that the rough treatment her breasts were enduring was proving to be a distraction. Though she needed to focus her attention on the idea of escaping the men holding her body, she was finding it difficult to think about anything other than the painful—and strangely erotic—sensations emanating from her boobs. “I will make you pay for your impudence!” she threatened while still struggling to free her arms. The catcher was unimpressed by her words but quite taken with her amazing tits. He continued to pinch and prod the large mounds. He roughly manipulated the fabulous boobs, pushing and pulling and mashing and slapping them around like they were his personal play things.
The beautiful heroine was held nearly off the ground by the men restraining her. The tips of her toes barely scraped the earthen floor of the dugout. Her arms were pinned behind her back by the second baseman and further secured by the men at her sides. Their muscular bodies pressed tightly against her own. She could feel the warmth of their flesh even through the sheer fabric of her costume. She could discern their growing sexual arousal. She could sense the tremendous levels of testosterone rushing through their young male bodies.
“Have to… concentrate…” Jody groaned to herself.
Trying to ignore the feelings stemming from her abused tits, the fabulous heroine instead focused her attention on the man behind her. The second baseman had an excellent grip on her arms, but he was not nearly as strong as her. Even with his fingers locked together behind her back, he would not be able to maintain his grip if she put everything she had into a concerted attempt at escape.
“I will not be defeated!” the valiant super-fem shouted while tensing her powerful arms. The tiring second baseman struggled to hold onto the determined hellcat. Knowing that he could not hold on forever, even with the help of his mates, he decided instead to do something radical and aggressive. Tilting his head back momentarily, he then slammed it forward with all the force he could muster. The hard bone of his forehead crashed against the back of the heroine’s skull with a fearsome impact.
Jody’s head whip-lashed forward and her brave struggles ceased. Stars flickered across her vision. Pain stabbed through her head. But she had not received the worst of the attack. Behind her, the second baseman’s grip on her arms weakened. His hands came apart. He dropped her lithe body back to the floor. For several seconds, he wobbled on his feet.
“Took one for the team…” he mumbled while collapsing to the ground.
Motivated by their friend’s sacrifice, the boys at Jody’s sides cemented their holds on her arms and made a silent pact not to let go no matter how much she struggled. They watched in fascination as the catcher continued to assault her large breasts.
“I’ll be damned if these things aren’t real!” the boy said in surprise. “Big, round, and naturally juicy!”
The boy that had kissed her, Harmon, was back on his feet. He rubbed his injured ribs and pulled his teammate away from the seemingly senseless girl. “Hey, give me a turn. I think I earned it.” Harmon’s touch was gentler than that of the catcher. He patiently tested the firmness of the beautiful heroine’s jugs, softly but intently caressing the spherical mounds and rubbing the swelling nipples, which now jutted visibly upward through thin cloth of her costume. His fingers drew light circles around the edges of her protruding cups. He looked on in amazed fascination as her tits seemed to respond to his gentle strokes.
“Man, you are right!” he finally exclaimed. “These puppies are as real as a mother’s love! I never felt anything like--”
Harmon’s words were cut short as the girl’s knee drove upward between his hands and crashed off the underside of his chin. His head snapped back like it was attached to a Slinky and he collapsed to the ground at her feet.
“My knee is pretty real, too!” Ms. Marvelous shouted in defiance. “And as soon as I get free I am going to show you some other real body parts—Like my fists!”
The two ballplayers holding the heroine’s arms tried desperately to retain control of the struggling hellion. Their only salvation was that they were not directly in the path of her flailing legs, as Harmon had been. Even so, it appeared that they would not be able to restrain the girl for long. “Shit! How strong is this chick?”
“A lot stronger than any fucking cheerleader!”
“Hold onto her!” the catcher commanded from a safe distance. “If she gets free she will wipe the floor with us!”
But Jody knew that she would soon be free. The boys holding her arms were tiring. The boy in front, the one that had treated her breasts like squeeze toys, did not dare to get too close for fear of getting kicked by her dangerous legs. And though she herself was no longer in peak condition—Her mistreated breasts were engorged with blood and her body weakened—she was more confident than ever that the battle would soon be won. The floor of the dugout was littered with the bodies of East Metro Warriors. At least seven were out of the fight and the five that remained would soon be joining them.
“You cannot hold me for long!” the valiant heroine shouted. “And when I get loose I will teach you a lesson that you shall not soon forget!”
But suddenly, quickly, the tables were once again turned on the angelic super-heroine. A man leapt onto her back and wrapped his legs around her slender waist. A hand reached around her face from behind. It was Willie, she realized. Apparently recovered from having his noggin banged off of the ceiling, the first Warrior she had faced was now back on his feet and ready to rejoin the fray. His hand clasped down over her mouth and nose. His fingers tightened over her lips and nostrils. Her air passages were blocked. She could not breath.
Ms. Marvelous thrashed about frantically in an attempt to escape the holds of her attackers. But her arms remained pinned to her sides. Willie’s left hand gripped her scalp and held her head steady. His right hand, the one covering her mouth and nose, further tightened its grip, pinching her lips and squeezing off her air supply. She struggled valiantly but to no avail. Gradually, slowly, her struggles lessened. Her lungs burned. Her head was spinning. She was browning out.
Jody could no longer support the weight of the man on top of her. She fell to her knees and remained upright only because of the men holding her arms. Willie unlocked his legs from around her waist and slid from her back. He released the hold on her mouth and allowed the defeated girl to breathe.
“Don’t want to kill her, after all,” he mumbled while catching his own breath.
“I have never seen anyone with that kind of strength,” stated one of the others.
Jody’s chest heaved as she sucked air into her burning lungs. She tried desperately to regain her senses. The beautiful heroine realized that she was in real danger, now. The battle had not gone the way she had expected. What had once seemed almost like a game had now become a desperate fight for her virtue. Her enhanced body would recover quickly, she knew, but for the moment she was at the mercy of her foes. And given the chance, these boys would surely rape her.
Stan, who to this point had stayed out of the fight, approached from the front and motioned to the others. “Pick her up. I want to teach this little cutie a lesson she will never forget.” The men at Jody’s sides eagerly did as they were told. They lifted the heroine’s one hundred and thirty pound weight up into a standing position.
“All the way,” Stan insisted. “Lift her legs up. I don’t want a repeat of what happened before. Make sure that she cannot kick me.”
Retaining control of the beautiful girl’s arms, the boys at her sides each reached down and slid a hand under her thighs. They lifted her limp body off the ground and held her in a sitting position above the floor. From behind, Willie wrapped his arms under hers so that he could not only help support her weight but also cup her breasts in his hands. He smiled broadly while grabbing a good squeeze.
“That’s it,” Stan snarled while parting the heroine’s knees and stepping between her outstretched thighs. “You are not so tough, now, are you?”
The captain of the Warriors lifted her chin with his left hand so that he could peer into her wide blue eyes. She stared back at him defiantly but made no move to resist as the fingers of his right hand slid
between her legs and began fingering her womanhood. The thin fabric of her costume provided only a small amount of protection as his digits blindly probed her crotch. A lustful smile formed on his lips. “Now I own you, Blue-Eyes,” he stated sinisterly.
The fingering of her nether lips continued for over a minute. Jody’s eyelids became heavy. An involuntary moan escaped from between her pouting lips as one of Stan’s fingers discovered a sensitive spot. To her disdain, her pussy began to moisten. A tingling sensation began to grow deep inside her. “You bastard…” she muttered weakly.
The beautiful heroine knew that she had to do something before it was too late. Willie’s hands were doing a number on her tits. His fingers, seemingly more practiced than those of her previous attackers, stroked and fondled her swelling mounds with an almost expert precision. Thank god for her new Tekskin costume, she thought. Though the sheer fabric provided only a small amount of protection, it was surely saving her for the moment. In her aroused state, any direct skin-to-skin contact might mean the end of her.
As if reading her thoughts, Stan removed his hands from her crotch and chin and requested that Willie pause in his manipulation of her tits. “Let’s get personal,” he said deviously while grasping the fabric of her costume between his clenched fingers.
A frustrated look came over Stan’s face as he struggled to tear the durable Tekskin material. Finally, after several failed attempts, he put all of his considerable strength into the effort and succeeded in ripping the resilient cloth. Jody’s cheeks burned in humiliation as the fabric of her beautiful red and black costume was torn from her chest.
The feel of the warm night breeze caressing her bare breasts only served to further arouse the weakened super-heroine. Being sandwiched so tightly between her four attackers, as she was, did not help her state of mind, either. She was acutely aware of them—Each a young stud, each an athlete with chiseled muscles bulging from beneath his snug-fitting baseball uniform. Held within their grasp, lifted off of the ground, helpless to resist as their hands stroked and fondled her slender body, she could not help but feel sexually excited.
“Oh, god,” the beautiful super-fem thought as Willie’s fingers made contact with the bare skin of her swollen tits, “I don’t know if I can continue to fight… This may be the end!”