The heroine known as Ms. Marvelous gasped as Willie’s hands clamped down on her bare breasts. For the next sixty seconds, his thumbs flicked across her hard nipples without pause, drawing her pink buds out from their parent mounds and making them jut upward like tiny marbles. He gently pinched them between his fingers and pulled them outward from her inflamed chest. Then, just when the young beauty thought she could endure no more, he pressed down on her aching nipples with the tips of his fingers and mashed them deep into her soft flesh.
Jody sighed heavily. She was completely defenseless. Her head tilted back and fell against Willie’s left shoulder. Her long blonde hair bunched up about her head like a velvety pillow on which it could comfortably rest. He held her close to his body and she could feel his warm, excited breath tenderly caressing her right ear. She moaned softly in despair. But Willie was not her only problem.
In front of her, Stan stood between her outstretched thighs. He used both hands to slowly stroke her womanhood. The sheer fabric of her costume barely dulled the sensations that his fingers were causing. He patiently searched out her most sensitive spots, caressing her every cleft and fold, while carefully watching her reactions to see which of the locations caused her the maximum amount of erotic agony.
“Please…” the heroine whimpered softly, “… don’t do this…”
The captain of the East Metro Warriors ignored the pleas of his gorgeous victim and continued to rub her crotch. The girl’s costume hugged her skin tightly and he could clearly make out the outlines of her nether lips. His fingers pushed and prodded at the sensitive folds of flesh, gradually opening her hole beneath the fabric. His middle finger pressed into the hole, penetrating her ever so slightly.
“You should not have interfered in something that was none of your business,” he told the suffering heroine without pausing in the manipulation of her nether regions. “What happens to you from here on is your own fault, not mine.”
The beautiful blonde’s breath became ragged. Stan’s finger was pressing nearly an inch into her hole, forcing the thin cloth of her costume inside along with it. At the same time, his thumb had located her clit and was now stroking it mercilessly. Her body seemed to lose all strength. She slumped deeper into the clutches of Willie, who held her from behind. His lips and tongue found their way to her neck and quickly located an erogenous zone. His soft kisses caused her to become light-headed. Her body went completely limp. Thoughts of escape, of continuing the battle, seemed to vanish.
The gorgeous girl’s sensitive clit quickly swelled to its maximum size. It formed an easy to find bump beneath the surface of her costume and seemed to entice the thumb of her young foe. He eagerly stroked the tiny bulb, rubbing his digit across and around it in gentle circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her crazy.
“Don’t…” the helpless super-fem begged. “Please… stop…”
The finger pushing inside her moistening hole was almost as devious as the thumb stroking her clit. It softly caressed the outline of her nether lips, depressing the fabric of her costume so that it formed a shallow but perfectly round crater inside her snatch. The ultra-sheer cloth adhered to the entrance to her treasure cave easily and showed the boy just where he should stroke the sensitive skin.
“No…” the heroine moaned as he continued to draw soft circles around the inside of her open hole with his finger. “I cannot… endure it…”
Ms. Marvelous knew that she had to escape. But what could she do? In addition to Stan and Willie, there were two other young men to deal with. They stood on either side of her and held her firmly between their athletic bodies. Her arms were pinned against their hard chests. Strong hands under her thighs held her legs aloft. She was suspended off the ground, in a sitting position, with her legs spread wide. The musky scent of the boys’ sweaty bodies seemed to fill her senses and add to her arousal. She was sandwiched between them, unable to move, unable to resist, and unable to control the erotic feelings washing over her limp body.
Her clit was screaming. Each new rub across its sensitive surface caused a surge of intense sensations to crash over her weakening body. How did this boy know her body so well, she wondered? How did he know just how to touch her?
The beautiful girl moaned in agony as the finger pushed deeper inside her wet pussy. The thin fabric of her costume, being pushed inside her, served as a thin membrane but provided little protection from the devastating feelings being generated in her love-hole. The boy had gotten his finger inside her nearly to the middle knuckle. But the depth of the penetration was clearly not his only objective— Relentlessly, he continued to stroke and caress her vulnerable nether lips. He was working her over perfectly, the angelic heroine knew. Her own fingers could not have touched just the right spots, at just the time, any better than he was doing.
“So weak…” she cooed softly while giving into the devastating sensations, “…can’t resist…” The man behind her, Willie, was doing nearly as much damage to her as was Stan. In addition to holding her steady between his arms, his talented fingers were teasing her tits beyond all endurance. His hands stroked her soft skin almost lovingly. It seemed that every finger was tasked with teasing or tormenting a different portion of her magnificent boobs. Her hard nipples were jutting up into the air. A hot fire was burning inside her swollen breasts. The manipulation of her soft mounds was so intense that at any moment she might be induced to lactate and unwillingly begin squirting streams of milk into the air. The thought of such a humiliation made the beautiful girl’s cheeks burn with shame but she knew that there was little that she could do to prevent it. Her body was reacting to the stimulation of its most sensitive regions in the only way it knew how—primitively and unconditionally.
“Oh god…” she moaned loudly as the sensations nearly became to great. “My tits… burning… ready to explode…”
She could feel Willie’s hard chest pressing against her back, entrapping her. She could feel his lips and tongue softly caressing an erogenous zone on the side of her neck. “Did these guys take a class?” she wondered helplessly. “Were they instructed on just the right way to destroy a girl’s willpower?”
Like Stan, Willie possessed an amazingly gentle and attentive touch. These men were not raping her as much as they were making love to her, the defenseless super-fem realized. And whether they realized it or not, they were working over her once-powerful body in just the right way. Their magnificent ravishing of her incredible body was a thing of near perfection. She was helpless to resist such a thorough and effective effort. She was now theirs for the taking and would gladly submit to being their sex-slave.
The assault on her incredible body continued for another two minutes. Would the dimly lit dugout of this ballpark become the sight of her last battle, a failing Ms. Marvelous wondered? She had come here to prevent a rape but now she was the one being raped. At least she had saved the cheerleader, she thought gloomily. Her sacrifice would not be for nothing. At least one of them had made it out of the dugout unscathed.
The beautiful heroine moaned more loudly. Willie’s fingers were working magic on her swollen nipples. Her breasts belonged to him, she now knew. They were his to do with as he pleased. The rest of her body would soon follow. She could surrender to this boy. She could allow he and his friends to utterly conquer her. She would be their sex slave and they would be her masters. The battle was lost.
She was dimly aware that Stan, having previously torn the fabric of her costume away from her breasts, was now trying to uncover her crotch, as well. And while it was a relief to have his finger out of her vulnerable hole and his thumb away from her swollen clit, it frightened the heroine to think that he would soon be able to ravish her more completely. She remembered the threat he had made about deep-sevening her. “Oh, god…” she thought, “if he gets inside me then it will be all over.”
But part of her knew that it was already over. Her will to resist was gone. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted the boy to tear away the fabric of her costume and thrust his man-muscle into her sopping pussy. She wanted to feel him inside her, plunging his pole deep into her treasure trove time after time. Her entire body ached. Her entire being wanted nothing more than to be mercilessly screwed.
Yet another part of the valiant heroine burned with a different passion. Somewhere, deep inside, still burned the fiery spirit of a warrior. This part of her psyche was ashamed at what was happening. It was ashamed at having been defeated by such young and inexperienced opponents—
“But they are so young,” she moaned silently. “Young studs with raging hormones and almost unlimited sexual endurance. Their appetites must be endless! They could fuck me all night and all day and never tire! How I want them! How I--”
“No!” the warrior’s voice shouted back. “Do not give in the desires! It will mean your end if you lose to these boys!”
It seemed hopeless, the virtuous heroine knew. And if Stan, the leader of this motley group, succeeded in tearing away the crotch of her costume, as he surely would, and inserted his hard cock inside her wet hole, all would be lost.
Despite her best efforts, fantasies of being raped by the four young studs filled her mind. She wanted to give in to them. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted to feel their hard cocks inside her wet pussy. She wanted Stan to tear away the fabric of her costume and stroke her aching clit. She wanted Harmon to once again lock his lips around hers and fill her mouth with his tongue. She could not resist them. She did not want to resist—
“Stop it!” the voice shouted again inside her fantasy-laden mind. “It is the Sartak that makes you feel such things! Do not allow it to overcome your will to resist!”
The valiant heroine forced her head up. She opened her eyes. Her arms and legs felt like lead. Her limbs dangled limply within the hands of her attackers. She looked down toward her crotch to see how Stan was faring with her costume. To her surprise, she could not see his hands. Her view was obstructed by the two massive mounds of swollen flesh atop her chest.
“My god!” she groaned silently. “Are those… my breasts? They have become so large…” She watched in weary fascination as the fingers groping her distended mammary glands cupped them from underneath and lifted the soft mounds high on her chest. As the top of her left breast touched the point of her chin, she moaned again and nearly gave in completely to the devastating sensations sweeping across her once-powerful body.
“No… must not… surrender…”
But her strength was fading fast. The conditioning of her body did more than make her breasts swell large when stimulated. The Caantonium treatments that she had received while a member of the Agent-X Program had reconstructed her entire body at the cellular level. The treatments had made her strong and given her the ability to fly. The treatments had made her incredibly beautiful. They had also made her entirely oversexed. Her body, it seemed, had for some inexplicable reason been programmed to react dramatically to sensual stimulation. This condition, called the Sartak, could be absolutely devastating. When stimulated, her strength would fade. Her will to resist would vanish. Her body would react seemingly with a mind and will of its own. She could fight it for only so long. “Must… hold out…”
An orgasm would steal her super-powers and leave her helpless. Further stimulation might lead to her ultimate demise. She could not allow such a thing to happen. She could not surrender to the tide of feelings washing over her body.
“Must… focus…”
Willie’s fingers were tormenting her. Her tits, bruised and battered by the catcher, then teased and stroked by Harmon, now seemed to have found a master more to their liking. Torrents of unwanted pleasure emanated from her swollen boobs. Waves of unwanted ecstasy seemed to spring from her rock hard nipples. Jody’s head once again slumped back onto the shoulder of her attacker. Once again, she thought that she might be able to surrender to this boy. She thought she might be able to give in to the erotic desires that were taking over her mind. She could be his sex-slave and he could pleasure her until—
“No!” the beautiful heroine suddenly cried out. “I will not be defeated by the likes of you!” Desperate to escape, Ms. Marvelous wrapped her long legs around the waist of the boy in front of her. Stan, who to this point had been frustrated in his efforts to tear the durable Tekskin fabric of her costume away from her crotch, looked up in surprise. He cried out in pain as her vise-like thighs tightened around his body. She locked her feet behind his back and squeezed with all she had. His hands pulled frantically at her knees, trying to break the hold. But Jody would not release him. Instead, she used Stan as an anchor and as the source of the leverage she so desperately needed to escape.
With a shriek of determination, the beautiful heroine ripped her right arm loose from the ballplayer that had been holding it. He tried to grab it again and got an elbow to the chops for his trouble. A second blow to his chest knocked the boy backward into the chain link fence at the front of the dugout. The blonde beauty reached across her body and dug her fingers into the flesh of boy holding onto her left arm. He winced as her nails bit into his skin and the heroine could feel his hold momentarily weaken. With another shriek, she ripped her arm away.
Still squeezing Stan’s ribs between her powerful thighs, Jody bucked like a wild bronco within the arms of Willie. She slammed her head backward against his face. She pelted his arms and shoulders with reverse elbow strikes. Finally, he could take no more. His hands came off of her swollen breasts. He backed away and allowed the blonde hellcat to go free.
“Now for you!” Jody snarled at Stan.
“Skank!” the boy replied through clenched teeth. “You are not going to win! I am going to rape your pretty ass if it is the last thing that I ever--”
Jody’s fist impacted with Stan’s mouth and interrupted the threat. They tumbled to the floor as one, her legs still wrapped around his waist. The heroine landed on top and for a long moment became acutely aware of the large bulge in the ballplayer’s pants as it pressed against her aroused womanhood. It took all of her willpower to fight off the sexual fantasies raging in her mind but somehow she found the resolve to go on.
“I am going make sure that you and your gang go to jail for your crimes, Stan! East Metro is going to need to find some new baseball players!”
But suddenly a hand wrapped around her throat. It was the boy that had held her left arm. He pulled the slender heroine off of his team captain and lifted her to her feet.
To be honest, Ms. Marvelous was thankful for the hand up. Despite the fact that both she and Stan were still clothed, the tip of the hard bulge in his cotton pants had pressed nearly inside her ready and vulnerable hole. Considering the aroused state of her body, it was a relief not to have her long legs wrapped around his waist.
“Thanks for the assistance!” Jody shouted while driving an elbow to the boy’s ribs and freeing herself from his grasp. “But I am not some helpless cheerleader that you can pick on!” Yet, the boy was persistent. He grabbed the lithe heroine by the arm and spun her around so that she faced him. He pulled her close to his body. He placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her off the ground.
Jody gasped as the boy’s lips wrapped around her right nipple. In the blink of an eye, her newfound strength seemed to evaporate. He sucked her tit deep into his mouth and rolled his tongue over the hard bud. The beautiful heroine’s arms fell weakly to her sides. Her legs went limp. Her head slumped backward, arching her back and thrusting her aching tit deeper in the boy’s mouth. “No…” Jody moaned weakly.
The boy shifted his attack to her left tit. He parsed the sensitive bud between his lips and gently tugged on it. His strong arms continued to hold the helpless girl a foot off the ground. She was little more than a piece of candy to him as he sucked and teased her swollen nipple.
Jody moaned desperately. Her tit burned with a debilitating erotic fire. So intense was the stimulation that her she was sure that her aching nipple might spurt out a stream of milk at any moment. “Have to… resist…” she panted.
The valiant heroine forced her hands to rise. Her fingers wrapped around the boy’s wrists. The sound of his mouth sucking on her tit nearly caused her to lose all focus and give up entirely. But she knew that she had to persist. If she did not escape now, she never would.
“No!” the brave super-blonde cried out while thrusting the boys arms away and falling back to the floor. “I am not a wet nurse for you to suckle on!”
The boy seemed genuinely upset that his fun had been interrupted. He snarled in anger and bitch-slapped the blonde beauty across the cheek with the back of his hand. Once again, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her magnificent but weakened body close to him.
“We’re not done, yet, Super-Whore,” he stated while copping a feel on her ass. “In fact, we are just getting started. I’m going to screw you every which way but loose--”
A surge of anger and strength exploded from the heroine’s slender form. She violently slapped the ballplayer’s hand away and pushed him backward. She spun on her heels and drove a straight right into his face. Blood spurted from his nose and he fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground.
“I guess I still have some strength left, after all!” the dazzling blonde stated with a satisfied smile. Still angry, Ms. Marvelous looked for another target. The boy that had held her right arm was standing nearby, dazed but back on his feet. A spectacular roundhouse kick took him out for good. He crashed into the cement wall of the dugout with tremendous force before collapsing on top of his unconscious pal.
“Seems like the bodies are really starting to pile up,” Jody said aloud while reviewing the carnage inside the narrow confines of the dugout. “By my count, that’s nine down and just three to go.” Stan stood several feet away. He glared at the beautiful heroine from behind Willie and the catcher. The three ballplayers would have been wise to surrender. They would have been wise to recognize the superior strength and fighting skills of the meta-human in front of them and call it quits. But their hormones were surging. Their arousal was peaking. The woman with whom they fought was simply too sexy. Even now, when she seemed on the verge of victory, the blonde heroine’s swollen tits beckoned the boys to reach out and stroke them. Her long, gazelle-like legs seemed to challenge them to try and get between them. Her gorgeous face, only partially hidden behind an exotic mask, tempted them. Her full red lips provoked them. Her wide blue eyes incited them.
Eight feet away, Jody could see the emotions raging in the hearts of her opponents. She could see the lust burning in their eyes. She could see the bulging cocks swelling in the crotches of their tight fitting baseball uniforms.
“Uh oh,” the young blonde thought without surprise. “Looks like my pheromone power has kicked in. And considering that we are fighting in such a cramped space, chances are that they have gotten extra-potent doses!”
The stunning heroine cursed the unfair hand that fate had dealt her. Not only had the Caantoinium given her great strength and the ability to fly, it had stricken her with the unwanted and uncontrollable ability to seduce men. Her pheromones could literally make men go crazy with the desire to fuck her.
“Doesn’t matter,” she reassured herself. “With only three of the East Metro Warriors left, I should have little difficulty in finishing them off.”
But Jody was hesitant to attack. Her own sexual arousal was more than a match for that of the boys. Her pussy was wet. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire. The sight of the three young men, well conditioned athletes all, distracted her mind with sexual fantasies of being raped. Part of her wanted nothing more than to lay her weary body down on the dirt floor of the dugout and surrender to them. She would allow them to part her long legs and have their way with her. She would let them plunge their young, hard cocks into her time after time and—
“No! That is the Sartak trying to weaken your willpower! Do not listen to it! Do not surrender to the desires!”
Seeing no better options, the valiant heroine leapt forward and attacked her three foes. The catcher fell first, the victim of a vicious straight right that drilled him in the center of his chest protector and drove his body backward through the air. He landed six feet away in a cloud of dust and did not get up. Willie was next, biting the floor after getting nailed by a front thrust kick. No longer wanting to fight, the boy feigned unconsciousness and remained down.
“You’re the last one, Stan,” Ms. Marvelous shouted victoriously. “It is the bottom of the ninth, the count is full, and you are down to your last swing of the bat!”
An unexpected smile appeared on Stan’s face. “But I’m not the one swinging the bat, Blue-Eyes.” “What? What do you mean--”
The impact of an aluminum bat across the back of her skull buckled the gorgeous heroine’s knees and sent her crashing to the ground. She groaned in pain and wearily rolled onto her back. She blinked her eyes, trying to make the flickering stars go away. She looked up at her attacker and gasped. “You? But why?”
The cheerleader looked down on the long-legged blonde with venom in her eyes. “I did not ask you to rescue me, you stupid bitch! I wanted to be here. I wanted to do it with the baseball team!”
Jody could not believe her ears. She struggled to get to her knees and again looked up at the girl. “You wanted… But why?”
The half-naked cheerleader raised the bat in preparation for another strike. “It was a bet between Stan and I. If East Metro won the game, I would let his team gang-bang me. It would not have been the first time we did it. I actually hoped that they would win! I like having sex— the more men the better! And the East Metro boys are known for the way they treat the ladies. I guess it is due to all the practice they get, but they know how to make love to a girl. So I wanted them to win. I wanted to lose the bet and let them work their magic on me. Does that make me a slut? Whatever! But you ruined my fun. You ruined it for all of us! Now, I want you to pay!”
Jody raised her arm too late to fully deflect the incoming blow. The bat missed her head but crashed onto her left shoulder. The cheerleader had a pretty good swing-- Jody grimaced in pain and fell back to the ground.
“Got to take this girl out before she pulverizes me…”
The bat slammed down a third time, banging Jody across the back. But the heroine was done taking it. She snapped out her left foot and clipped the girl on her ankles. The cheerleader fell in a heap beside her.
“What you do in your free time is your business,” Jody hissed while rising to her feet. “But I thought you were in trouble. I was just trying to--”
Stan grabbed the beautiful blonde from behind. He lifted her lithe body off the floor and held her parallel to the ground. With a furious thrust he slammed the super-fem face-first into the cement wall at the back of the dugout. Jody fell hard onto the bench and groaned in pain. The wind was knocked out of her. The room seemed to be spinning.
She was pulled violently to her feet. He picked her up again and this time body slammed her onto the hard-packed earthen floor. Using the bench as a vaulting platform, the captain of the Warriors leapt into the air and slammed down across his victim with a well-executed flying elbow drop.
Jody tried to get up but it felt as if her body had been crushed. As her senses slowly returned, she felt a pair of hands pressing down on her shoulders. It was the cheerleader, kneeling beside her head and leaning on her with the full weight of her body.
She swallowed hard as she became aware of the others, Willie and Harmon, apparently recovered and now ready to assist in her demise.
“No… get off of me!”
Willie crouched beside her on the left. Harmon did the same on her right. They lifted her legs and folded her flexible body like a cheap lawn chair. Jody protested weakly as they pressed her knees down onto her shoulders.
“Stop… don’t do this…”
Stan knelt next to the heroine’s hips and stared hungrily at her once powerful body. His hands stroked the back of her upturned legs, gliding slowly downward from the top of her calves, across the backs of her knees, over her thighs, and onto her hips. He admired the heroine’s flat abdominal muscles. He enjoyed the way her swollen breasts were mashed together between her knees. He loved the look of panic on her mask-clad face.
“The bottom of the ninth, huh?” he asked mockingly. “Well, I guess I hit a homer off of you, Blue-Eyes.”
Without breaking eye contact with the beautiful super-heroine, the captain of the East Metro Warriors reached down and took firm hold of the fabric that covered her crotch. He pulled with all of his strength. The sound of ripping cloth filled the dugout.
“Hand me the bat,” he ordered the cheerleader.
Ms. Marvelous struggled in vain to free herself. But the battle had taken its toll on her magnificent body. Much of her strength was gone. She was pinned to the ground and had no leverage. The cheerleader, having handed the bat to Stan, was once again pressing down on her shoulders with the full weight of her body. The men at her sides had her legs secured against her chest. Her arms were restricted, pinned against her sides by the mens’ knees on the one side, her own body on the other, and her legs on top. Her hands lay useless on the ground next to her hips with nothing to grab at or strike. “Please… you must not…”
The defenseless heroine gasped as the cool metal of the aluminum baseball bat made contact with her pussy. Stan used the knob at the base of the handle to carefully probe her moist opening. He slowly slid it between her nether lips, wedging it in at an angle so as to gain entry to her tight box. It was a snug fit but she was completely vulnerable. All at once, the knob slipped completely inside her wet hole.
Jody cooed softly as the opening to her tender pussy wrapped around the shaft of the bat. But her expression turned to one of pain as the ballplayer tried to penetrate her further with the large instrument.
“Here,” the cheerleader said while releasing her hold on the heroine’s shoulders and moving around to take up a position next to Stan. “Let me show you how to make this bitch cum.” The beautiful blonde’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the cheerleader began to slowly rotate the shaft of the bat, spinning the knob in a clockwise direction inside her pussy. The cool metal stroked her like an expert lover. With each revolution it rubbed across her sensitive G-spot. “You have got to loosen her up a bit before you go for the whole enchilada,” the cheerleader explained. “Get her good and wet. Show a little patience and before you know it this fiery hellcat will be your submissive little sex kitten.”
Jody moaned loudly as an orgasm began to build inside her. Her pouting lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as the cheerleader continued to rotate the shaft of the bat.
“How come you know so much?” Stan asked.
The cheerleader did not take her eyes off of the helpless heroine. “For one thing, I am a woman. I know from experience what feels good. For another, I surf the Internet. There is a lot of reading material on the web about super-heroines. I know all about Ms. Marvelous and her weaknesses.” “Ms. Marvelous?” Stan asked in surprise.
“I thought she was dead!” Willie added.
“This isn’t her regular costume!” Harmon agreed.
The cheerleader continued to spin the shaft. “Yeah, whatever. I’m telling you, though, this is the girl. And they say that she gets all weak and stuff when you fuck her.”
The three ballplayers stared down at their victim and did not say anything for several moments. “Wow,” Willie finally sputtered. “We beat Ms. Marvelous.”
“Yeah,” Stan agreed. “And now we’re going to fuck her.”
Jody moaned uncontrollably. For a moment, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body was on fire. A powerful orgasm was growing in her loins. Her legs and arms were weak. She was panting for air. The aluminum knob rotating inside her pussy was driving her crazy. Her will to resist was almost gone.
“Stop…” she whimpered helplessly. “Please… stop…”
“You should not have interfered,” Stan answered unsympathetically. “I warned you—The East Metro Warriors never lose.”
Ms. Marvelous knew that she was near the end. “How had this happened?” she wondered. She had come to this field to rescue a young woman that she believed to be in danger of being raped. Instead, she herself was being raped and it was the woman that was doing it!
She forced her eyes to open and peered up between her legs. The cheerleader continued to slowly rotate the bat handle, spinning the knob inside her wet pussy. There was no use in pleading with girl, Jody knew. There was no use in begging for mercy. The cheerleader, the slut that she was, was just as much under the influence of her super-charged pheromones as were the boys. The cheerleader and the ballplayers would rape her. They would likely destroy her.
The assault on her pussy continued for another two minutes. With a despondent sigh, the beautiful heroine finally gave in to the sensations crashing across her weakened body. Her mind began to drift on the seas of sexual desire. Fantasies filled her imagination. Visions of sexual conquest and rape consumed her soul. Her orgasm was close. A few strokes across her clit would bring it to a climax. There was nothing that she could do to prevent it. She was defeated.
Just as the defenseless heroine thought she could take no more, the knob of the bat handle was pulled from her aching hole. But Jody’s relief was short-lived as the cheerleader’s finger took its place. The sensation of the girl’s finger rubbing back and forth across the tender interior of her pussy was almost
more than the helpless super-heroine could bear. Her hands clenched into tight fists as she fought to hold off the impending orgasm.
“Unzip, big boy,” the cheerleader ordered Stan. “Let’s see how she handles your red-hot package.”
Stan eagerly did as he was told. In a flash, his swollen man-saber was unleashed and ready for action. The cheerleader removed her finger from Jody’s hole and took the boy’s cock in her hand. She leaned over and caressed it with her tongue. She wrapped her opposite hand around his waist and encouraged him to slide closer to their helpless victim.
Slowly, carefully, the cheerleader guided Stan’s rock-hard cock toward its target. She plunged the thick head of his man-muscle into the beautiful heroine’s wide open hole. Teasing them both, she withdrew it and then slowly slid it in once more. She looked up at the ballplayer and smiled deviously. “How is the fit?”
“Oh, god,” Stan replied while leaning over the heroine and driving his long shaft in deeper. “She feels incredible!”
Stan gripped the back of the gorgeous heroine’s legs and immediately penetrated her to his full length. His cock, wet with the saliva of the cheerleader, slid easily in and out Jody’s tight pussy. He was in heaven. The captain of the East Metro Warriors was sure that this was the best fuck he had ever had.
Ms. Marvelous did not resist as the boy continued to ravish her for another three minutes. Several times the young stud came close to reaching his climax. Each time he slowed the pace of his thrusts just enough to control and subdue his impending release. He wanted his victory to last. He wanted to enjoy it as long as he could.
Four minutes passed, then five. The boy had incredible endurance. Jody had long since lost the will to resist. Her mind was buried in the throws of the Sartak. Thoughts of sexual conquest and domination, always with her playing the part of the victim, filled her consciousness. Her body was on fire. It seemed that not just one orgasm was on the verge of exploding, but several. The hot shaft of man-flesh filling her sopping pussy had made her its slave. She would do anything for it. She would do anything to keep it inside her.
Stan’s motions slowed once more. The pace at which he thrust his cock in and out of his helpless victim became more deliberate. A pained expression appeared on his face as he struggled to hold back his own climax. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible. He wanted the best fuck of his life to go on just a bit longer.
But the cheerleader sensed that he would not be able to hold back this time. She could see him losing the internal struggle. He was about to blow his wad. She reached across the blonde heroine’s pubes and began stroking her swollen clit. She would make them come together, she decided. She would make them come as one.
Jody cried out in erotic agony as the fingers of the cheerleader rubbed across her enflamed clitoris. A second later, the warm seed of her conqueror blasted forth from his iron-like shaft and gushed into her vagina. Her body tensed. She moaned loudly. Her own climax exploded. Her womanly juices gushed forth from her abused hole and splattered across the boy’s scrotum. A second wave of love juice, spurting forth less intensely than had the first, washed down and over her anus, through her butt-crack, and down onto the ground below.
Stan fired a final stream of his semen into the helpless heroine and leaned heavily atop her folded legs. Droplets of sweat fell from his brow onto the chiseled abdominal muscles of her stomach. He pulled his fatigued man-sword from her tight hole and slapped it down atop her short-trimmed pubes. He gripped his spent rod between his fingers and squeezed a few final drops of sticky white fluid onto her lightly tanned skin.
“Man!” he cried out in exhausted pleasure. “This beautiful wench is the best ever. I may have to fuck her again!”
“Not before I get my turn,” Harmon demanded while unzipping his pants and making ready to unleash his own monster.
“I want a turn too,” Willie declared.
Stan could see that his teammates were almost crazed with desire. He looked at them and smiled evilly. “Don’t worry. Everyone will get a turn. This super-bitch is going to pleasure the whole team!”
Ms. Marvelous, her powers gone and her mind awash in sexual imagery, somehow forced her eyes to open a crack. Her voice was husky and almost inaudible. “Please… no more…” “Hey,” Harmon said in surprise. “I think the skank is trying to say something!”
“Don’t fuck me… again… please… can’t take anymore…”
Stan laughed at the helpless heroine’s pleas. “Check it out,” he said to his teammates. “I totally wore her out. Am I good or what?”
“I told you already,” the cheerleader said while hanging on Stan’s arm and gazing lustfully at the defeated super-fem. “The girl gets weak when someone fucks her. I don’t think she will give us any more trouble--”
“No,” a dark and unexpected voice said from a shadow at the opposite end of the dugout. “But I might.”
“What?” Stan said while rising to his feet. “Who said that? Who’s there?”
His questions were answered by the chilling sound of a woman’s laughter. “Flee while you can, young fools. I only want the heroine known as Ms. Marvelous. Gather up your fallen friends and leave this place while you still can.”
The voice raised goose bumps on the flesh of the three ballplayers. The cheerleader, terrified, rose from her knees and wrapped her arms around Stan’s waist. “I think we should do as it says.” Harmon and Willie released their grip on the blonde heroine and allowed her incredibly long legs to unfold and her feet to fall back to the ground. The two ballplayers stood in unison and took a step back. They looked to their captain for reassurance.
Stan self-consciously returned his spent rod to its place inside his pants. He zipped up the crotch of his pinstriped baseball uniform. A scowl appeared on his face. He snorted defiantly and shouted at the unseen figure hiding in the shadows.
“I don’t know who you are but you should take note of what we did to Ms. Marvelous. If we can beat her then I figure we can handle just about anybody. So unless you want to end up like her, I suggest that you beat it!”
The voice in the shadows hissed in amusement. “So young… so foolish…”
Stan slapped Harmon on the back. He pointed toward the dark end of the dugout. “You want to fuck something? Go fuck her.”
Harmon swallowed hard. Something about the voice seemed unnatural. Scary. Terrifying. But his cock ached. And the voice did sound female, after all. Seductive, too. His fear gave way to his excitement. Perhaps there was another hot looking blonde hiding in the shadows. Perhaps it was Ms. Marvelous’s sexy sidekick. All these super-babes had sidekicks, right?
The ballplayer walked slowly toward the shadow. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he said while extending his male-endowment in front of him threateningly.
The voice did not answer. Whoever it was, Harmon decided, they were scared of him. They did not want to fight. They did not want to show themselves. Perhaps they were intimidated by the sight of his large cock. The threats had likely been a bluff, a poor attempt to frighten he and his teammates away in an effort to save Ms. Marvelous. But such idle threats would not work. The East Metro Warriors did
not run from any fight—
A blur of movement exploded from the shadow. Small but powerful hands impacted with the boy’s chest. In a flash, his two hundred pound body was lifted off the floor and thrust backward through the air. He landed ten feet away in a sprawl of arms and legs.
“Harmon!” Willie cried out.
The fallen ballplayer lay in a cloud of dust. He raised his head and laughed in disbelief, then collapsed back to the ground. His swollen cock quickly lost its stiffness and retreated back into his pants. “Jesus!” Willie cried out. “That bitch just wiped out Harmon!”
Stan’s eyes were as wide as silver dollars. His skin was pale. His unblinking gaze shifted from his fallen teammate to the woman that had destroyed him.
“You?” he asked in amazement. “You did that?”
The woman stood unmoving on the very spot that Harmon had occupied just a moment before. Her native-Hawaiian beauty was both exotic and intoxicating. Her petite build belied her incredible strength. Long black hair hung loosely about her shoulders. Her sensational figure was clad in a tight fitting black leather jumpsuit. In the dim light of the dugout, it seemed that her eyes glowed with an unnatural inner fire.
“You should thank me for not killing him,” the woman replied in a voice that was at once seductive and bestial. “But I have already eaten tonight and a girl must watch her figure, after all.” “Eaten?” Stan asked in horror. “What the hell are you?”
Ms. Marvelous looked up at the captain of the Warriors and tried to gain his attention. “Run!” she whispered as loudly as she could. “Run for your lives!”
“I think we should go,” the terrified cheerleader said while pulling on Stan’s arm. “Please, let’s get out of here!”
Willie’s mouth was so dry that he could barely speak. “I’m with her, man. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Stan’s heart was beating hard. The memory of his victory over Ms. Marvelous was all but forgotten. He somehow knew that if he tried to fight this newcomer, he would lose. He was just a baseball player, after all. He was not a super-hero.
The captain looked at the carnage that surrounded him. Ten of his friends lay battered and beaten on the floor of the dugout. He and Willie each sported injuries of their own. It was time to leave. There was nothing that he could do for the others.
“Right,” he finally declared. “Time to go.”
The three college students quickly backed away. Stan was the last to leave. He paused at the gap between the chain link fence and the end of the dugout. He glanced back at the beautiful but terrifying Hawaiian girl. Then he looked one final time at the gorgeous blonde super-heroine that he had so recently fucked. She still lay on the floor, unmoving, in the center of the dugout. “Good luck, Ms. Marvelous,” he said with a shrug. “I think you are going to need it.”