Oni Kamaha glared fiercely at her foes. The razor sharp talons tipping her slender fingers were already moist with blood. Her inhuman eyes burned with an unnatural fire. Her undead heart was cold with the desire for revenge.
“By the strength of the Blood Spirits,” she declared, “I shall feast on the heart of Don Refrain!” A black leather jumpsuit gripped the Dark Mistress’s voluptuous body. A long mane of black hair fell in waves across her strong shoulders. A deep slit down the front of her costume revealed a pale and almost overflowing cleavage. At her feet lay the body of Prince Lomac. A crimson band of magical plasma restrained his powerful body.
“I have defeated your best man, Refrain,” the Dark Mistress hissed victoriously. “Which of your remaining goons shall be next?”
The focus of Oni’s fury stood a mere fifteen feet away. The white-suited crime lord was surrounded by a squad of protectors. Heatwave was on his right. Griffon was on his left. Mikey, Smitty and Rocko were nearby. Standing just behind, and towering over them all, was the blue-skinned mutant bodyguard, Gravestone.
“It was a mistake for you to attack me here in my home,” the crime boss answered with a sinister laugh. “You may have beaten Lomac but not even a vampire can stand against my entire family.” Mikey and Smitty rushed forward. They were large men and talented fighters, both of them, but almost in the blink of an eye they were both toast. Mikey was thrown head first into a box of rifles. Smitty was launched backward into the air and landed in a heap at his boss’s feet. “Your men are helpless against me,” the Vampire Queen growled. “No man can stand against the Vile Seductress!”
“Then perhaps it is up to a woman!” Nev Refrain said while stepping forward.
“A woman?” Oni asked with disdain. “Do you think that you shall fair any better than your male friends?”
The blue-skinned mutant raised her hands in front of her chest and extended them toward the pale demoness. “Feel the burn, undead bitch!”
After a brief moment of concentration, Nev let loose with a blast of her mutant energy. In an instant, the air surrounding Oni was super-heated to a skin-sizzling temperature. The Dark Mistress raised her arms in front of her face and screamed. Her natural vulnerability to heat and flame only added to her agony. Her flesh began to blister. Her hair began to smoke. She knew that she could not resist such an unexpected attack. The burning sensations made it feel as if she had been suddenly thrust into the light of day and forced to suffer beneath the bright rays of the hated sun.
“Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!” the Vampire Queen cried out in agony.
In seconds, the air in the atrium was literally bubbling with heat. The people in the room were sweating like pigs. Smoke was beginning to rise off of nearby crates. Live ammunition was being heated to critical levels.
“Stop it you fool!” Don Refrain shouted while covering his face. “Do you want to blow us all to kingdom come?”
Heatwave reluctantly lowered her hands. She well remembered burning down the atrium during a battle with the M-Girls only a few months before. It had been an accident, of course, but her father would be unlikely to forgive her should she make a similar mistake again.
“As you wish,” the scantly dressed dominatrix replied. “I will refrain from using my power around the weapons.”
The crime boss shot his adopted daughter a wicked glance and motioned toward the stacks of crates that cluttered the floor of atrium. “Do you know how long it has taken us to collect these armaments? Even with our international connections, gathering enough weapons and ammunition to support Prince Lomac’s forces so that they can retake Riberia has been a monumental and expensive undertaking! Would you blow it all up now, just as we are about to make our move?”
“I am sorry, Father,” Nev said while lowering her eyes. “I know how important it is that we reestablish the drug trade out of Riberia. I will be more careful from now on. I will--” “Mutant witch!”
Nev turned just in time to catch a dropkick to the chest. Her slender body flew backward through the air and crashed into a crate full of grenades. She slumped against the broken box as dozens of baseball sized explosive pineapples rolled out and clattered onto the floor.
Oni snarled in anger. “That is but a taste of the pain I shall inflict upon you!”
Mikey rushed forward to defend his fallen comrade. His fist slammed off of the vampire’s chin. He fired a second, equally powerful blow at the woman’s head. To his amazement, though, the Hawaiian princess caught his punch in midair. She gripped his fist tightly in her hand and glared into his eyes.
“Foolish mortal!” she said while slamming a knee into the thug’s gut. “Do you dare to challenge the Dark Mistress?”
“This is completely unacceptable!” Refrain shouted. “I want her beaten and I want her beaten now! Gravestone, make yourself useful!”
The big bodyguard obediently strode toward the much smaller vampire. He motioned with his hands as if to issue a challenge.
The Dark Mistress released Mikey’s limp body and hissed in displeasure. Her usually pale skin was singed red. Her undead constitution would allow her to heal quickly enough, but for the moment her cold flesh still burned with a painful reminder of Heatwave’s mutant power. What power did this new blue-skin possess, she wondered? What strange ability did he have that might cause her agonizing pain?
The Vampire Queen did not want to wait around and find out. She decided to attack quickly, to rip out the big bodyguard’s throat and send him into the next life before he could use his unknown power, whatever it might be.
“Die, scum!” Oni shouted while attacking.
Her claws tore at his throat like those of a leopard, ripping the flesh and splattering his blood across the—
“What’s this?” the Dark Mistress exclaimed while realizing that her claws were having no apparent effect. “No torn flesh? No splattering blood?”
Gravestone looked down into the exotically beautiful but flabbergasted face of the vampire and smiled. His right hand shot forward and clutched her around the neck. His enormous fingers wrapped completely around the Hawaiian princess’s slender throat. He lifted her off the ground and held her suspended in the air.
“Gravestone smash!”
The enormous bodyguard choke-slammed the lithe body of his foe onto the hard surface of the atrium floor. Without releasing his grip on her neck, he lifted the woman back into the air and choke slammed her a second time. Nearby crates shook as her petite figure was hammered against the ground. Finally, the big mutant picked up her fabulous body and once again held it suspended in the air in front of his chest.
Oni, already dazed from the choke-slams, gasped as her windpipe was suddenly closed off by the powerful fingers of her attacker. Being an undead creature, she did not need to breath in order to survive. But a broken neck was one of the few ways that she could be killed. If the bruiser was able to twist her head at just the wrong angle, she might be reduced to a pile of dust!
“Let go of me, beast!” she gurgled while struggling to escape.
The Vampire Queen dug her razor sharp fingernails into the man’s wrist. She lashed out at his chest with her feet. Nothing seemed to hurt the invulnerable mutant.
“By the power of the Blood Spirits, is there no escaping this monstrosity?”
The petite body of the beautiful seductress gradually went slack. Her struggles lessoned until they failed altogether. Her legs and feet dangled above the floor. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her eyes closed and her expression went blank.
Don Refrain walked closer to his would be killer and looked up at her with a broad smile painted on his face. “And so it ends, my beautiful demoness. Your murderous mission has failed!”
With the defeat of the Vampire Queen, the magical blood bond she had used to restrain Prince Lomac faded into nothingness as quickly as it had appeared. The Warlord of Riberia rose to his feet and looked at his boss sheepishly.
“You are utterly worthless, Lomac,” the crime boss said impatiently to his first lieutenant. “Thank the heavens that I have Gravestone to protect me.”
From a few feet away, the kingpin’s old lieutenant, Griffon, smiled gleefully. Seeing his replacement being scolded was one of the few pleasures he still enjoyed in life. But as his eyes glanced across the half-naked body of Elle Mental, stretched out across the top of an ammunition crate, he was suddenly reminded of another pleasure that he enjoyed.
“Hey, Boss, what about Elle Mental?” he asked eagerly. “You want me to take care of her for you?”
The crime lord’s attention shifted to the limp body of the gorgeous brunette. “Hmm… yes, we cannot forget about the lovely Elle. This has, indeed, been a glorious week—First, we dispose of the troublesome Ms. Marvelous. Now, the other half of the M-Girls comes along and falls right into our laps. Because I am in such good spirits, I will allow you the pleasure of dealing with her. Do with her as you will and then drop her lifeless body in the river, just as we did with her blonde partner. In the meantime, there is little reason for me to waste my time here when there is important business to attend to in the studio. Let me know when you and the boys are finished playing with these wenches. As for you, Lomac, because of your extraordinary failure, I insist that you come with me. Let Griffon and the others enjoy the spoils of victory for a change.”
Prince Lomac scowled but did as he was told. As he walked away, following his boss, the onetime dictator of Riberia looked longingly over his shoulder toward the sexy but defeated super-fems. Super-heroines were one of his greatest passions and he wanted very much to rape the girls. But the Prince was not stupid enough to ignore his boss’s wishes. Don Refrain was going to put him at the head of an army, and with the weapons they had collected they would be able to take back the country that he had once ruled. So, as he followed the obese crime lord back into the private studio, he took solace in from the fact that he would soon have his own palace and once again have the power and independence that he greatly desired.
Remaining behind, Griffon watched the Prince leave and then walked near to Elle Mental’s fabulous body. He gazed down lustfully on her bare breasts. Mikey joined him on the opposite side of the crate. They could tell that the girl was conscious but her eyes were glassy and her limbs slack.
“Damn!” Nev Refrain said while taking up position between the girl’s parted knees. “I don’t know what that vampire did to her, but Elle is really messed up.”
“Who gives a fuck,” Griffon said while feeling up the girl’s right tit. “This bitch owes me a debt and I plan to collect!”
Mikey was eager to help. He wrapped the defenseless heroine’s left breast between his hands and began to softly stroke the sensitive skin.
“Watch how I do it, old man,” he said to his aging counterpart. “Maybe you will learn something.”
“Shit!” Griffon responded. “I have brought off more girl’s than you can ever know. I may be ugly but when it comes to women I am the best there is. And judging by the shackles locked around this chick’s wrists and ankles, I would say that she is just my type.”
Mikey rolled his eyes. “We know all about your bondage fetish, Griffon. And just because you have tied up a lot of women over the years doesn’t mean that you are great lover. A woman’s body is like an instrument—You have to know how to play it.”
Griffon watched in amusement as the younger man leaned over the girl’s breast and gently teased it with his outstretched tongue. “Very well, Maestro—We will have a contest. The first man to get some milk out of her wins. Sound alright to you?”
“Mmmm mmm,” Mikey said while sucking on the girl’s bud.
“You guys do what you want,” Nev said while spreading the heroine’s knees and folding back the cloth covering her crotch. “I’m going to go muff diving and see how quickly I can bring her off.” Elle gasped as her incredible body was assaulted by the perverted trio. She tried again to gain control over her paralyzed arms. She tried to move her lifeless legs. But the effect’s of Oni’s kiss still
controlled her lithe figure. She was helpless to prevent the probing fingers from massaging her already swollen breasts. She was defenseless against the lips caressing her hard nipples. She was utterly helpless to stop the tongue lapping across her sensitive clitoris.
The young beauty’s body tensed as the men at her sides competed with one another to draw some milk from her aching nipples. She was not lactating, she knew, but if they stimulated her enough and in just the right way, they might force an instinctual reaction from her over-sexed body. The idea that they might succeed, that they might milk her, was almost as erotically debilitating as the extraordinary things they were doing to her tits.
The abuse seemed to go on forever. Elle cooed softly as the men pulled out all their best techniques in an effort to out do the other. She tried to resist their charms, to remain indignant, but the men were extremely talented and her outrage quickly gave way to unwanted but uncontrollable feelings of sexual excitement. It was like nothing that she had ever experienced before, two men fondling her tits, each using distinct but equally effective techniques. Mikey was gentler, tenderly caressing the entirety of her breast while softly blowing short puffs of his warm breath down on her aching nipple. Griffon was more insistent, applying firm pressure in a circular pattern around her swollen cup and lapping at her jagged bud with his tongue. The older man frequently pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and occasionally pushed down on it and drove it deep into her swollen mound.
Mikey could see that the heroine’s right nipple, the one being stimulated by his counterpart, was now noticeably more engorged than the one he was manipulating. Not wanting to be outdone by his older partner, the younger man redoubled his efforts, parsing the girl’s bud between his lips and pulling up on it until jutted outward like the tip of a number two pencil. Upon seeing this, Griffon wrapped his hands around the base of the helpless heroine’s breast and squeezed, forcing the firm mound to rise up like an overly filled water balloon.
Elle moaned loudly as the two men continued to see which could make their assigned boob jut higher into the air. The feelings washing over her body were like nothing she had ever before endured. Her fabulous figure was little more than a toy for the men to play with. Were she to judge the competition, though, she would have difficulty in knowing who was ahead. Both breasts were on fire. Both nipples felt as if they might explode. The young beauty knew that at any moment either of the tortured tits might fire a stream of milk into the air.
But the heroine’s problems were not limited to her overly stimulated breasts. Heatwave’s tongue, lapping at her clit, was driving the defenseless girl crazy. Not unlike her male counterparts, Nev Refrain was experienced in torturing young women with her sexual talents. She was a lesbian dominatrix that loved to torment her girls, bringing them to the very point of their climax before letting them slide back so that she could repeat the process again and again. Her tongue was like magic, sliding across Elle’s nether lips and over her swollen clit time after time. She treated the sensitive bud like it was the most valuable thing in the world to her, caressing and stroking it like it was her own and making the hot fires burning within Elle’s loins rage like an out of control inferno.
The young brunette moaned in utter agony as her tormentor channeled brief bursts of mutant energy through her tongue and into Elle’s wet pussy. The heroine’s clit, already swollen to its maximum size, became super-heated. Her tan skin glistened with perspiration. Passionate love-juice dripped from her wide-open hole.
The erotic torture of Elle’s body went on for several more minutes. The slender brunette knew that she was past the point of no return. Her tight pussy was sopping wet. The sensations washing across the length of her slender figure now dominated her completely. Her cheeks burned in shame as she realized that even if she could move, she would not. Even if she could resist, she would not. She was a slut, she knew. It was beyond her power to control the explosive orgasm about to take over her world.
The beautiful heroine arched her back in erotic misery. The massive orgasm started simply enough, a series of three small jolts to her nervous system that made her arms and legs go rigid and her eyes roll into the back of her head. But then the real climax came, a devastating and earth shaking blast that made her amazing body quake and shiver atop the hard surface of the crate. She writhed helplessly in the hands of her attackers as the climax ran its course, then collapsed in utter exhaustion as the last of the orgasmic energy drained from her tortured body.
“There we go!” Mikey shouted as a tiny stream of milk jetted from Elle’s abused left tit. “I win!”
“Not so fast!” Griffon insisted. “I’ve got my own geyser over on this side!”
Indeed, both of the exhausted girl’s tits were jetting milk. Elle groaned in misery as the sensations exploding from her burning nipples exceeded anything that she had ever before been forced to endure. Were this an interrogation, she knew, and were she being tortured for information, she would gladly have told the men anything that they wanted to know.
“No more…” the helpless beauty moaned. “I cannot… take it…”
Unfortunately, there was no clear-cut winner to the perverse competition. In order to decide the issue, the men agreed to see who could extract the most fluid. To Elle’s shock, the unbearable torment of her engorged breasts continued unabated. The sensations washing over her magnificent body made it hard to think. Her breath became ragged. She whimpered helplessly as the men took her far beyond the point of endurance.
“Well,” Nev said after seeing that her male counterparts were going to continue, “I guess I might as well keep going, too. After all, this will be my last chance to enjoy Elle’s wonderful body. After we finish raping her, we will kill her and dispose of her body in the river!”
“And the M-Girls will be nothing more than a memory!” Griffon confirmed between sucks on the girl’s swollen right nipple.
“It is a good time to be a criminal in Megapolis!” Mikey agreed while trying to get a bit more milk from the rock-hard left tit.
Nearby, Gravestone continued to hold his demonic prisoner off the ground. His massive hand clutched tightly at her neck. She seemed dead, but her wanted to make sure. There was something about the dark-haired girl that was frightening, even to the cold-hearted Gravestone. He shook her petite figure roughly. He grabbed her long hair in his free hand and gave it a hard tug. He raised her right arm to shoulder level and released it, watching as the limb fell limply back to the girl’s side. “Girl dead?” he asked aloud.
The vampire’s dark eyes suddenly opened. “Not dead--” she answered in a chilling voice. “Undead.”
The eyes of the mutant bodyguard locked with those of his captive. His grip tightened around her throat. Fear tugged at his heart. The blood ran cold in his veins. He swallowed hard. He wanted to look away, to break eye contact with the woman, but he could not. Her fearsome eyes, burning with the fires of Hell itself, held him mesmerized.
The Dark Mistress raised her hands and gripped the wrist of her powerful foe. This time, though, she did not try to drive her razor sharp claws into his flesh. Instead, she gently caressed his arm. Her burning gaze softened. Her lips pouted enticingly.
“Release me,” she suggested.
Gravestone tried to make sense of the feelings warming his usually cold heart. His eyes remained locked with those of the woman. There was something about her, something compelling and immediate. It was something more than her fetching beauty— It was something else, something familiar and something comfortable.
“Release me,” the woman insisted.
The big bodyguard tried to remember why it was that he held the woman captive. Why did he hold her off the ground? Why did he grip her around the neck? How could someone so beautiful be an enemy? It must have been a mistake, he decided. It must have been a misunderstanding. “Release me!” the woman demanded.
Gravestone did as he was commanded. His fingers came apart and allowed the Dark Mistress to drop to the floor. He lowered his arm and watched patiently as the Vampire Queen moved her head from side to side and worked the kinks out of her neck. His heart was beating hard in his chest. His body was consumed by excitement. He wanted only to serve his new mistress. He wanted only to make her happy. “Gravestone sorry,” he said dejectedly.
Oni flashed the hypnotized minion a sinister smile. Her eyes scanned the atrium and quickly focused on the troublesome pair of thugs standing several feet away. Rocko and Smitty were tending to their wounds and still unaware that she was free. These were the men that had discovered her presence on the Manor, Oni knew. These were the men that had, temporarily at least, thwarted her plans to murder Don Refrain.
“Destroy them,” Oni commanded her minion.
Gravestone did not hesitate. He moved forward like an automaton and grabbed Rocko by the scruff of his neck. He did the same to Smitty.
“Hey!” the surprised men cried out. “What are you doing?”
The two thugs were both big men. They had been mob enforcers since an early age and had cut their teeth by busting skulls and breaking bones. But even combined, they could not match the strength of Gravestone. He slammed their heads together with brutal force. He held their bodies upright for a moment and shook them to make sure that they were unconscious. Then, without ceremony or a second thought, he released the two goons and allowed their beefy forms to collapse to the floor.
“Good!” Oni said while moving to the side of her large servant. “Now, we shall take care of the others and--”
The Vampire Queen’s eyes narrowed and rapidly flicked from side to side. A scowl appeared on her face. She spun around, as if expecting to find someone behind her.
“I sense the presence of a powerful life force,” she said. “I can feel it nearby. It is a presence that I thought I would never feel again…”
Oni looked upward, toward the top of a large stack of crates. An angelic figure was there, staring back at her through the large eyeholes of a black mask.
“Ms. Marvelous!” the Vampire Queen hissed in disbelief. “By the Blood Spirits, how did you escape my crypt?”
The beautiful blonde stepped from the edge of the topmost crate and floated down to the floor. Her figure was long and athletic. The muscles of her arms and legs rippled with strength. Her golden mane glimmered even in the dim light of the atrium.
“Your monstrous children are no more, Oni. The tortured souls of the vampires that you called Tal and Gaea have finally found their eternal peace.”
A dark shadow crept across the face of the Dark Mistress. Her eyes burned with an unnatural red glow. “My daughters are dead? This is, indeed, an unexpected turn of events. Never the less, my mission remains the same. You shall not prevent me from completing the vengeance quest and slaying Don Refrain.”
“I will deal with you in a moment,” Ms. Marvelous said while turning away. “But first, I must go to the aid of a friend!”
The fabulous blonde quickly moved to the spot where Elle’s body was being ravished. So intent were Griffon, Mikey, and Nev on torturing the young woman that they completely failed to notice the arrival of the second heroine.
“Excuse me,” Jody said while grabbing Griffon’s shoulder and spinning him around, “but could you please stop doing that?”
“What the fuck? Who the hell are--”
The blonde heroine’s fist slammed into the gut of her surprised foe. A forearm to the chops sent him tumbling backward across the floor.
“Huh?” Mikey mumbled after lifting his mouth from Elle’s saliva covered left tit. “What’s going on?”
The amazing super-fem leapt into the air and whipped a lightning fast kick at the goon’s head. Her foot cracked off of his jaw with debilitating force. He collapsed to the ground without ever knowing what had hit him.
“Shit!” Nev Refrain exclaimed while pulling her head from between Elle’s thighs. “There are freaking super-heroines coming out of the woodwork!”
The lesbian dominatrix quickly backed away. Her lips and chin glistened with Elle’s love juices. Her eyes darted back and forth as she looked for an escape route.
“I promised Father not to use my powers around the weapons,” Nev reminded herself, “which leaves me with few choices. For now, it is probably better that I retreat back to the studio and warn the others.”
Ms. Marvelous watched as the scantily clad daughter of her enemy turned and hightailed it out of the atrium. She would pursue the woman later, she decided. For now, there were more immediate concerns.
“Elle?” she said while leaning over her friend. “Are you ok? What have they done to you?” The sexy brunette lay panting on top of the ammunition crate. Her slender body was overwhelmed with erotic sensations. Her engorged breasts heaved up and down as she gasped for air. Her jutting nipples felt as if they were about to explode. Her pussy was hot and wet. Her swollen clit had been tortured nearly to the point of a second orgasm.
“Must… rest…” the girl groaned softly.
Jody lifted the drooping head of her friend and positioned it at a more comfortable angle atop the crate. She could see the glassy look in her partner’s eyes. Elle’s desperate condition was clearly due to more than just the erotic stimulation of her lithe body.
“I suspect that the Oni had something to do with this!” she said while carefully zipping up the front of Elle’s costume. “Just rest, my friend. Remain here while I deal with the Vampire Queen.” “As much as I would like to stay and play with you, Ms. Marvelous,” the Dark Mistress said from close behind, “I have more pressing business waiting for me in the studio. Don Refrain believes that he has escaped my wrath, but he is wrong. I shall yet have my revenge!”
“I dislike Refrain as much as you, Oni,” the blonde super-fem replied. “But your quest for revenge has cost the lives of countless innocent people. If you are to fulfill your vengeance quest then you must first get through me—Justice will be served!”
“I will decide when and where we fight!” the Dark Mistress answered angrily. “For now, I will leave you to deal with my servant, the indestructible mutant know as Gravestone.” With a burst of super-speed, Oni rushed across the cluttered floor of the atrium and disappeared through the door to the studio. Ms. Marvelous turned to follow but a large hand clasped down on her shoulder.
“Gravestone smash!”
The clubbing fist of the big bodyguard slammed down across the top of Jody’s head. The beautiful heroine slumped to one knee. A powerful kick sent her tumbling backward across the floor. “I don’t have time for this!” the gorgeous super-fem declared while rising to her feet. “Once again, Oni is getting away while I am left to fight with her minions. And though I do not know how she was able to entice Gravestone into joining her, I must deal with this matter and finish him off quickly!” Using the entirety of her amazing strength, Jody launched herself forward and drove both fists into the big mutant’s chest. The sound of the brutal impact echoed through the vast space of the atrium like that of a bomb detonating. Yet the indestructible bodyguard remained standing. A broad smile crossed his normally scowling face.
“Gravestone cannot be hurt!”
“We will see!” Ms. Marvelous shouted in reply.
The glamorous heroine was a blur of motion as she unloaded with everything she had on the tough mutant. Her fists slammed off of his head and shoulders. Her knees slammed into his stomach. Her feet slashed at his legs. Yet the bruiser seemed to absorb everything without being hurt. Finally, his right hand reached out and grabbed the athletic heroine by the arm. He lifted her off the ground and whipped her lithe figure into a crate of rocket launchers. The wood splintered. The weapons fell and scattered across the floor. Jody held her breath. For a long moment, she worried that there might be an explosion.
“An atom bomb could go off and not harm this man,” she said while wearily pulling herself from the wreckage. “What must I do to beat him?”
Gravestone approached with his arms held high. His thick fingers clenched into large fists. He slammed a double hammer-strike down on the beautiful blonde with all of his amazing strength. The girl’s face and chest were driven into the floor. Her arms and legs sprayed out from her incredible body. She lay there, flat on the ground and spread-eagled at her foe’s feet, and did not move. “Gravestone smash!” the big bodyguard said with a thunderous laugh.
The big mutant turned to walk away. He wanted very much to catch up with his new Mistress. He wanted to serve her. He wanted to—
“It is not over yet!” a voice from behind declared.
Gravestone spun around to face his beautiful opponent. “You not smashed?”
The young blonde’s fists answered the mutant’s question by slamming off of his chin. Thinking that she might have the big man dazed, the girl grabbed him under the neck with one hand and under the crotch with the other. She lifted his massive frame off the ground and held him above her head. She took three powerful strides forward and launched him like a spear into the air.
Gravestone was airborne, sailing through open space as if he were a bird on the wing. But the flight was short lived—The big mutant crashed headfirst into the base of giant stack of crates. His indestructible body penetrated the boxes like a hot knife cutting through butter and he disappeared into the middle of the stack. All at once, the huge pile of crates collapsed, disintegrating into a chaotic pile of splintered wood, ammunition, explosives, and rifles.
“Even Gravestone should have difficulty getting out from under all that,” Ms. Marvelous said while walking back to check on Elle.
The slender brunette rolled off of the crate just as her golden-haired friend arrived. “I’ll be alright,” she said weakly. “Once Oni left the room, the effects of the vampire’s kiss began to wear off. I can feel my strength starting to return. Damn that woman! How evil can she be?”
“It is her nature, I suppose,” Jody answered without truly understanding. “But it is up to us to stop her. The people of Megapolis will never be safe as long as the Dark Mistress is allowed to roam our streets.”
“Oh my god!” Elle suddenly blurted out. “With everything going on, I nearly forgot that… I mean… Oni said that you were… But you’re not! You are still alive! Thank the heavens! My best friend is still alive!”
Jody flashed a dazzling smile. “Yes, I am still alive. It was touch and go there for a while, but I made it through. Not undead in the least. Still, it is probably a story better left for another time. Right now, and if you are up to it, I think we should proceed in haste to the studio.”
Elle noticed that Griffon was up on his hands and knees. She walked near to him and drove a kick to his ribs. The silver-haired enforcer flipped over onto his back and groaned.
“Pig!” the angry heroine shouted down at her abuser while driving a second kick into his prone figure.
“I guess you have your strength back!” Jody observed.
The lithe brunette turned and strode bravely toward the studio door. “Not all of it. But just show me where Heatwave ran off to. I owe that lesbian bitch a beating!”
The two M-Girls, together again at last, jogged quickly to the door. Elle turned the knob and flung it open. They stepped inside and encountered a forking passageway.
“If I remember correctly,” the gorgeous brunette said while pointing to the passage on the right, “the parlor is this way.”
“That’s right,” Jody agreed. “And Don Refrain’s personal studio is down this other hallway.” Elle paused to listen to the muffled sound of voices coming from beyond the passage on the left. “That must be the way then. What are we waiting for?”
The heroines quickly made their way down the short passage and soon arrived at a door. Jody did not hesitate—Lifting her right foot, she slammed a mule kick into the center of the door. Unable to resist her incredible strength, the door flew off of its hinges and fell heavily to the floor on the other side. Together, the two heroines entered the crime lord’s studio.
The room was large and well lit. The walls were painted white. Fluorescent lighting hung from a high ceiling. Dozens of incomplete stone and clay sculptures stood atop the tiled floor like mannequins in a clothing store. Paintings and sketches, similarly unfinished, littered the room like discarded newspapers. The quality of the artwork was brilliant in design but seemed to lack inspiration. The faces on the statues were blank and expressionless. The colors used in the paintings lacked warmth and emotion. This was Don Refrain’s workshop, Jody knew, and the artwork reflected the cold soul of its creator.
Several sculptures had been knocked over at the center of the room. A palette of wet paint had been jarred from its stand and now stained the floor with a rainbow of colors. A table had been overturned. Three combatants, two on one side and one on the other, were engaged in a furious battle. Oni Kamaha seemed to be keeping her own with Prince Lomac and Nev Refrain. Upon the violent
entrance of the M-Girl’s, though, the warriors separated and turned to look upon the beautiful newcomers.
“See!” Nev Refrain shouted while pointing to the spectacular blonde standing just inside the shattered door. “It is just as I said! The costume is different but there can be no mistaking that it is Ms. Marvelous!”
“But it cannot be!” Prince Lomac said with a scowl. “We killed her! We dumped her lifeless body in the river! I watched her memorial service on television!”
“And yet here she is,” Don Refrain said from the far side of the room. “I agree with Nev—There can be no doubt that the woman standing before us is Ms. Marvelous. How interesting. First, a vampire comes to visit us and now a ghost!”
“I am no ghost,” the magnificent heroine said while pointing a thumb at her chest. “The woman you murdered was named Solar Flare. She was my friend and you will pay dearly for causing her death.” “Indeed?” Refrain answered. “And just how do you intend to make me pay? You have no evidence linking me to the ghastly murder of your friend.”
Jody’s eyes focused on the large picture frame hanging on the wall behind her hated enemy. A lump formed in her throat as she saw the red and black item laid out and pressed beneath the glass. It was not a painting or other piece of artwork. It was something much more valuable. It was something that belonged to her and she wanted it back.
“The costume hanging on the wall behind you should serve as adequate evidence of your foul crime, Refrain. Solar Flare was wearing it the day that she died.”
The crime boss quickly glanced over his shoulder. His face darkened. “Damn! I had forgotten about that-- But it does not matter. The costume is simply a keepsake to remind me of an old enemy—an enemy that I thought would never bother me again. I can dispose of it easily enough, just as I disposed of the woman that wore it. You will not be able to pin the death of your friend on me, Ms. Marvelous.”
“Then how about the cache of weapons in your atrium?” Elle interjected. “There must be ten tons of crates in there-- I do not think that you will be able to easily dispose of them.” Jody nodded in agreement. “That should be enough evidence to put you away for years, Refrain. If you are lucky, you will get a prison cell right next to your son. The two of you can keep each other company on those cold nights behind bars.”
“Refrain is not going anywhere!” Oni Kamaha snarled. “I am going to feast on his heart!” “You will have to get through me, first!” Prince Lomac replied to the vampire. “And as for you, M-Girls, you shall not escape Othello Manor alive. The weapons in the atrium are to be used to conquer Riberia and return me to power. You shall not stop us!”
The three sets of combatants squared off uneasily with each other. It was an uncomfortable tryst, with none of the warriors quite sure who they should attack, first.
“Fools!” Don Refrain finally shouted. “Lomac, you attack Ms. Marvelous. Nev, use your mutant powers on Elle Mental. I shall summon another to deal with the bothersome Vampire Queen!” With the others watching, the crime boss turned and walked to the picture frame that contained the original costume of Ms. Marvelous. He gripped the left side of the frame and swung it out from the wall, revealing a lever hidden underneath. He pulled the lever and stepped back. The wall turned inward to disclose a secret closet. Inside the closet stood the inanimate figure of a steel man. “Come forth, my steel knight!” the crime lord said loudly. “Come forth and dispose of my enemies!”
The metallic figure came to life and stepped out from the closet. The overhead lighting glinted off of its shiny exoskeleton brilliantly. Steel cables in its legs alternately tightened and loosened to propel its feet forward. The motion of its strides was graceful and in every way lifelike. But there was no life here. This was nothing but a highly advanced machine.
“Jack Hill?” Ms. Marvelous asked in horror. “But I left you as little more than pile of scrap metal after our last fight!”
“I have reprogrammed it,” Don Refrain answered for the robot. “I think you will find that Jack’s personality is not quite as charming as before, but I can assure you that its desire to experience sexual stimulation is just as strong as ever. To be quite honest, it is a metallic fucking machine!”
The robot moved quickly forward and attacked Oni. Articulated steel fingers reached for her throat. Only at the last moment did the Dark Mistress manage to back flip out of harms way. “Your mechanical nightmare will not last long against me, Refrain!” the Vampire Queen growled. “Behold as I render it immobile!”
Oni raised her hands and focused her terrifying undead power. As she had done to Prince Lomac in the atrium, she released an unbreakable band of magical plasma to ensnare her enemy. The band moved through the air like a red streak and wrapped around the robot. It tightened across its steel arms and over its titanium chest. And then, inexplicably, it simply disappeared.
“What?” Oni exclaimed in disbelief. “What has happened to my blood bond?”
Don Refrain laughed sinisterly. “As I suspected, your undead powers have no effect on non-living materials. You are as helpless against my robot as a lamb against a wolf!”
Oni cried out in dismay as the android leapt forward and wrapped its metallic fingers around her upper arms. The creature’s grip was like a vise. His strength was unbelievable. His titanium shell was impervious to her razor sharp fingernails. His globular eyes could not be swayed by her hypnotic stare. His aluminum lips could not be overcome by her vampire’s kiss.
The vampire was smashed down onto the hard tiles of the floor. The robot crashed down on her with the full weight of its metal body. It shifted its grip, wrapping its left hand around her throat while grabbing up a metal fistful of her leather jumpsuit with the right. It pulled at the fabric, quickly and easily tearing it away from her voluptuous form. It forced her legs apart and thrust its lower abdomen between her parted thighs. To Oni’s horror, a telescopic metal penis extended from the machine’s crotch. The shaft of the device was smooth and shiny. Its tapered tip quickly located her pale hole and penetrated into her most secret treasure cove. The robot did not care that she was undead. It did not care that her pussy was cold. All it cared about was fucking her. All it cared about was destroying the enemy of its master.
“Oh my god!” Jody exclaimed from the other side of the room. “Even Oni Kamaha does not deserve to be treated in such a vile way!”
“You would do better to worry about me,” Prince Lomac said from nearby. “I suspect that the boss assigned me to you because he knows that I can beat you. I know your weakness, Ms. Marvelous, and I fully intend to use it against you.”
The young heroine squealed in protest as her boastful opponent grabbed her breasts in his hands. She winced as his fingers pinched down on her sensitive nipples.
“Bastard!” she cried while slapping the trespassing hands away. “How dare you touch me in that manner!”
“I’ll do much more than touch you,” he said brashly. “I’ll make you scream for mercy!” The blonde beauty looked on in disgust as Prince Lomac unzipped the crotch of his tight-fitting gold and purple bodysuit and allowed his large cock to slide out. He stroked the swelling muscle in his right hand and pointed the thick shaft at her mockingly.
“I am going to fuck you to death, just I like I did to Solar Flare.”
Jody tried to subdue the feelings of trepidation clutching at her heart. She wanted to look away but her eyes, seemingly having a mind of their own, remained locked on the stiffening cock of her foe. She swallowed hard. She could feel an unwanted tingling of anticipation growing in her loins. Prince Lomac had screwed her before, she knew. He had caused her to climax and lose her powers. And though she tried hard to resist the weakness instilled in her by the will-sapping Sartak, she knew all too well that she would always be more vulnerable to an opponent that had used sex to defeat her in the past. “You are a pig!” she said while trying not to look afraid.
The Caantonium treatments she had received while a member of the Agent-X Program had gifted her with the strength of ten men. Unfortunately, the treatments had also made her susceptible to sensual stimulation. Already, her amazing body was becoming aroused. Her nipples now pointed more distinctly up through the thin fabric of her costume. Her pussy was becoming moist. Her skin was becoming flush and excited. Perhaps the immediate response of her athletic figure could partly be explained by the events of the past day—The vampire seductresses back at the crypt had brought her to the brink of her climax and drained nearly a third of her blood. But this was different, the young blonde
knew. This was a case of her amazing body reacting on a primitive and instinctual level to a man that had raped her and forced her to climax.
The sight of her foe’s massive, ten-inch cock filled her with an unexpected yearning. Her fabulous body, perhaps recalling the memory of having his huge rod inside it once before, was now reacting to the man more as a lover than an enemy. Part of the virtuous girl wanted nothing more than to lie down, spread her legs, and let him fuck her.
“The longer the fight goes,” Jody thought gloomily, “the more vulnerable to him I shall become. I have to beat him quickly!”
She leapt forward, a powerful and agile jungle cat, and fired a looping right for the Prince’s head. At the last moment he dodged to the side. The overly anxious blonde’s momentum carried her too far forward and a chop to the back of her head sent her lithe figure crashing face first to the ground.
“Perhaps I will butt-fuck you,” the Prince said while trying to straddle her hips from behind. “Get off of me!” Jody cried out while slipping away and somersaulting forward. A backward kick caught the presumptuous Prince in the chops and sent him sprawling across hard tiles. The two opponents squared off a second time. This time the gorgeous heroine was more cautious, allowing her eager opponent to make the first move and ultimately the first mistake. “Take this!” she cried out while slamming a knee into the man’s gut.
A downward strike with her left hand sent the Prince crashing to the floor at her feet. She lifted him up by the hair and drove a powerful blow to the point of his chin. His heavily muscled body was launched backward through the air and crashed hard into the marble sculpture of an unidentified but athletically endowed young man.
The beautiful blonde moved quickly to finish off her dazed foe. But the Prince was a magnificent athlete. His nearly perfect body put that of the sculpture to shame. He was as skilled in martial arts as any foe she had ever faced. He was as agile and strong as any man. With unexpected speed and grace, he lunged upward from beneath the rubble of the statue and caught his angelic foe by surprise.
“You will be mine!” he said while wrapping his arms around the beautiful heroine. Jody gasped as the hands of her foe clamped onto her butt cheeks. He lifted her slender figure off the floor and pressed her body tightly against his own. The young beauty grimaced as his lips made first contact with her right tit. Though somewhat protected by the sheer fabric of her costume, the feeling of the rough surface of his tongue dragging across her nipple sent a shiver of erotic sensations running down her spine.
Ms. Marvelous could feel the hard shaft of her opponent’s cock as it slid between her legs and pressed against the base of her womanhood. Her hands clutched his shoulders. Her head arched back as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. He spread her butt cheeks and forced a finger into her crack.
“No…” the blonde beauty moaned as a second series of erotic sensations flashed over her vulnerable form. “I cannot let him beat me!”
But as her foe’s relentless tongue continued to lap across her swelling nipple and as his finger probed the entrance to her sensitive anus, Ms. Marvelous suddenly wondered if she might be beaten already. She was fighting two opponents, she realized. The first was Prince Lomac, an extraordinarily talented fighter that wanted only to fuck her. The second was the Sartak, and inner demon that wanted only for her to be fucked.
“Can’t take it…” she sighed while letting her arms and legs go slack. “Can’t resist…”