“I lost my virginity back in ’68, in a run down gin-house in Saigon, to a slant-eyed girl named Suckie Sue. From that moment on I had two goals. The first was to get out of Vietnam alive. The second was to fuck as many women as humanly possible.”
The fabulous super-blonde known as Ms. Marvelous wearily raised her head and looked up into the face of her tormentor. The lines etched into his taught, leathery skin reflected an age and experience that she did not yet possess. The wisps of silver running through his short-cut auburn hair marked a savvy, yet sinister, know-how that had proven to be more than a match for her youthful strength and endurance.
“Clearly,” the man continued, “I have been successful on both counts. I made it out of the war without any serious wounds and returned to the States with my nine-inch Johnson intact and aching for some action. Oriental girls are fine and all, but nothing can compare to the feel of a healthy, home-grown American babe in your arms.”
She was on her knees. Her arms dangled in front of her. Her hands rested on top of the lightly tanned skin of her chiseled thighs. Her gaze shifted from the man’s face down to the device held in his hands. The modified fire extinguisher was filled with a powerful gas of some kind. A short length of hose extended from the top of a steel canister. At the end of the hose was a large nozzle. The nozzle was pointed at her head.
“At first, I played by the rules. I courted my targets with gifts and flattering prose. I took them out for dinner and dancing. I lavished them with flowers and candy. I bought them clothes and jewelry. And in the end, I always got what I wanted. I am not an unattractive man, after all. But the process was too slow, too expensive. My hunger for sex was never satisfied. I had to have more.”
The gas was powerful. Elle had already succumbed to its withering embrace. The beautiful brunette lay a few feet to Ms. Marvelous’ right, face down on the floor and unconscious. The violet clad heroine’s arms were limp at her sides. Her incredibly long legs lay straight and unmoving. A disheveled pile of dark brown hair hid her head and face from view. The blonde super-fem sighed heavily and knew that if not for an amazing constitution and natural resistance to poisons, she would have already suffered the same ignominious fate as her friend.
“And then it occurred to me,” the man continued. “Why endure the unrewarding aspects of a relationship when I have the power to simply take what I want and be done with it? I am in it only for the sex, after all—Why deal with the hardship of a relationship?”
Ms. Marvelous did not like the way the man said ‘relationship’. He used the word like an insult. It rolled off of his tongue like venom. She looked again at his face. His words were only slightly muffled by the clear-plastic mask that covered his mouth and filtered the air that he breathed. If only the mask worked both ways, she wished. If only it could protect her from the poison of the words in the same way that it protected him from the gas.
“And so it began. I can still remember the first time—The look on the girl’s face was priceless. She fought me, that one. It was exciting. It was new. It was better than anything I had ever experienced before. She fought and she lost. It made me feel powerful. It made me feel in control. And that is what it is about. Being in control. Dominating another human being. It became clear to me on that day. It was about more than just sex. It was about being dominant.”
Jody knew that the man was talking about events that had happened years before she was even born. The cold grip of fear clutched at her heart. He had been raping women for decades. And she knew from personal experience that he was an expert at it. Would he now rape her? Was there anything that she could possibly do to prevent it?
The man wore a blue uniform. A brass badge was fastened to the left side of his shirt. A nametag was secured above his right pocket. “Johnson,” it said. The insignia on his shoulder indicated that he was an officer in the Megapolis Police Department. “Officer Johnson”.
“It’s not my real name, of course,” he said after noticing that her large blue eyes were focused on the nametag. “And I am not a real police officer. But the uniform gets me in a lot of doors. Businesses,
hotel rooms, private homes—Anyplace where a beautiful young woman might find herself alone. Sometimes, I rape them right there. A bit of chloroform so that they do not struggle or cry out, a few minutes to take care of business—I get in and out quickly. There is never any evidence, never anything left behind that might lead the real police back to me. It is quite the scam, really—The phantom rapist cop.”
“Blue Boy…” the blonde heroine mumbled.
“Yes,” the man replied with a grin. “That is what they call me, isn’t it? The Blue Boy. Not exactly what I would have selected as the moniker of the greatest rapist of all time, but then we can’t pick at the details, can we?”
The gorgeous super-fem’s chest heaved as she tried desperately to get some much-needed oxygen to her lungs. Her arms felt like lead. Her eyelids were heavy. Her lips tingled slightly, as if going numb.
“Some kind of… anesthetic,” she groaned. “Too strong…”
The man looked down on the weakened super-heroine and smiled. He seemed eager to continue his story. “So the uniform gets me into places I might not otherwise be able to get into. It puts my victims at ease and makes my task so much easier. You see, for me the rape is not about violence. It is about sex and dominance. I want the sex. I need the dominance. I really do not want to hurt my victims. I do not want to bruise their bodies-- I want to ravish their bodies. I do not want to cause them pain—I want to cause them uncontrollable pleasure.”
“You are sick…”
The man’s voice was warm and reassuring, as if that of a mentor talking to his student. “Am I really? Is it sick to force a woman to experience pleasure when it is the last thing in the world that she is expecting? Is it sick to dominate her so thoroughly that she cannot help but fall victim to the unwanted sensations exploding from the darkest recesses of her body? What must she feel, I wonder? What must a women feel when the sensations coursing through her body all at once become stronger than the fear and loathing she feels in her conscious mind?”
“Her disgust for you will always be stronger,” Ms. Marvelous replied through gritted teeth. “The sexual sensations are merely temporary. The loathing will last forever.”
The Blue Boy shrugged. “I suppose you may be right. But temporary or not, in those few moments of erotic ecstasy my victims become completely dependent on me. Regardless of what you may believe, they secretly want me to finish what I begin. They want me to bring them to their climax. They want me to dominate them. I become the most important thing in the world to them. The moment may be temporary, as you suggest, but while it lasts it is very real. It is the most real thing that they may ever experience.”
“You are a vile pig…”
“I have been told as much many times, my beautiful captive. Do you have any idea how many women I have raped? Any idea at all? I have to admit, I have lost count. Five hundred, at least. Maybe a thousand. Imagine that—a thousand women, each and every one of them dominated by me, pleasured by me. Thousands of unwanted and unexpected orgasms, each representing a priceless moment in time. Each victim a treasure. Each remembered for her particular characteristics—The shape of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the way she moaned and her willingness to climax. All of them are remembered fondly. All of them are like daughters to me.”
The heroine scowled. “All of them hate you for what you did.”
The comment went unacknowledged. Instead, the Blue Boy pulled his eyes away from the gorgeous blonde and glanced at each of the four cameras that were positioned on tripods about the room. Atop each camera was a bright light. The combined power of the lights illuminated the room with an intense, almost dazzling glow. Finally, satisfied that the cameras were operating normally and recording everything on film, he turned back to the angelic super-heroine kneeling in the center of the room.
“Many of the women, the most beautiful ones, were returned here, to my secret lair, to be held prisoner, sometimes for days at a time. I used the time to explore their bodies thoroughly, to discover what hidden treasures they might possess, and to uncover how the female of our species might best be dominated. I learned the best ways to touch them, the most effective ways to stroke their sensitive skin.
Through patient experimentation, I discovered each and every erogenous zone—there are more than you might guess—and learned the most effective methods for exciting a woman sexually. And, of course, I filmed each and every encounter in order to make a permanent record of the event. As you can imagine, my collection of videos has grown quite large.”
“Pervert…”
The Blue Boy motioned with his hand to the walls around him. From hooks and pegs dangled all types of depraved devices. Ropes and chains, shackles and cuffs, and all manner of instruments of bondage were arranged in neat rows on the walls. Dildos and vibrators, butt plugs and nipple clips, and other, more mysterious items that the virtuous heroine could not begin to identify, occupied yet more space on the wicked walls.
“I have experimented with various devices and toys. In my lair, nothing is considered taboo. Through hands-on experience, I have discovered the darkest secrets of the female body. No woman can resist my touch. No woman can control the burning fires of her inner furnace when stoked by my all knowing fingers. I am a god, I tell you. I am a god of sex.”
“You are not a god!” Ms. Marvelous spat in disgust. “You are a rapist!”
“Yes, but I am the greatest rapist of all time!” the Blue Boy shouted in glee. “I am a king! Don’t you see? Everything that the ignorant young boy back in Vietnam wished for has come true. I have life and my life is sex! Women may loathe me, but they cannot resist me. Even the great Ms. Marvelous kneels before me! Does this not make me a god?”
She wanted to rise from her position on the floor and make him eat those words, but the gas had weakened her terribly. Instead, her knees continued to press into the rubber wrestling mat that covered the surface of the floor and she sat back heavily on the heels of her feet, her long legs folded beneath her.
“It makes you pathetic,” she answered venomously. “And once I regain my strength I shall make you pay for your crimes against women.”
The man smiled sympathetically. “Bold words from someone that was once my victim. How many times did I make you climax during your last visit? Three times? Four? I imagine that I could go back and review the video to find out. Or had you forgotten? Had you forgotten that I captured the entire episode on film? Not very smart of you to come back here, really. We had an arrangement. You were not to come after me and I would not release the film onto the Internet. Seriously, what were you thinking by coming here? Even if you and your little friend had somehow captured me, did you believe that I would not have shared the video with the entire world?”
The beautiful blonde’s cheeks burned red under her mask at the memory of being raped by the Blue Boy. Her determination to do the right thing, however, did not falter. “I never agreed to your arrangement. I am a champion of justice and you must be stopped. The knowledge that you are still on the loose, still victimizing women, drives me to act. Protecting myself while others suffer is not a consideration.”
The Blue Boy raised an eyebrow. “How truly noble, Ms. Marvelous, yet in the end, how utterly fruitless. All you have succeeded in doing is getting yourself captured. I am curious, however, as to how you found me. You were drugged when I brought you here before and there is little chance that you could have remembered how to locate my underground chambers. I really must know-- How did you manage it?”
The angelic heroine shook her head in an effort to clear the mind-numbing effects of the gas. “It was not as hard as you might think—The railroad tracks gave you away.”
“The railroad tracks?”
“Uh huh. When you brought me here before, I was just aware enough to notice the old railroad tracks on the ground. That, along with a vague memory of the dilapidated loading docks that shelter your lair, was enough to get me started. I began at the central terminal in the north part of the city and worked my way outward, following the tracks in each direction until, finally, I discovered the abandoned spur that led to your location. When I saw the police cruiser parked outside, I knew that I had the right place.”
“But that must have taken forever!” the Blue Boy said in astonishment.
The fabulous blonde took another deep breath. She was starting to feel better. In another few minutes, she was sure, her super-conditioned body would be fully recovered.
“The ability to fly allows me to cover a lot of ground. In any case, once I was sure that I had the right spot, I returned with Elle Mental to see if you were home. By the way, you are going to need a new front door.”
“Hmm, yes,” the man replied with a frown. “Your clumsy entrance made enough noise to wake the dead. It also gave me the chance to prepare my little surprise. This modified fire extinguisher contains enough gas to knock out a pair of elephants, much less two overly confident super-heroines.”
“I am not finished, yet,” Ms. Marvelous stated while struggling to her feet. “You will be brought to justice for what you have done--”
The Blue Boy pointed the gas nozzle at his still weakened victim. “I think not. I am in control here. This is my sanctum and here I am a god!”
The shrill sound of gas being released from the pressurized canister filled the room like the horrid scream of a banshee. Ms. Marvelous squinted as a blast of cold air hit her square in the face. Her long blonde hair was lifted off of her chiseled shoulders and thrust backward. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened. The gas surrounded her, invaded her, filled her. She breathed deeply. The gas had no odor or color. The cool feel of it caressing her skin seemed at first refreshing. But it was a ruse—In seconds, her head was spinning and her vision clouded. Her arms felt numb. Her legs were dead. She collapsed back onto her knees and struggled simply to remain upright.
“No…” she groaned. “Must bring you… to justice…”
The Blue Boy dropped the emptied fire extinguisher onto the floor. He moved close to the helpless heroine and kneeled beside her. He wrapped his left arm around the back of her shoulders to support her weight. His right hand slid down and across her bare stomach, softly stroking her velvety flesh.
“I am so glad that you have gone back to wearing your original costume,” he whispered into her ear. “The other one covered up too much skin. You should be proud of your fantastic body. You should display it as much as possible.”
“Stop… you must not…”
His fingers slowly made their way down toward the heroine’s crotch. They slid beneath the tight fitting fabric of her bikini bottom and across her short-trimmed pubes. Almost before she realized what was happening, the Blue Boy’s middle digit had dipped into her vulnerable slit and located the tiny bulb of her clit.
“They always ask me to stop, at first,” he said in reference to his many victims. “But they really don’t want me to. They want me to bring them off. They want me to make their secret fantasies come true.”
“No…”
The heroine gripped his wrist in her hand. She tried to pull it away but her strength was severely sapped. The offending hand remained atop her pubes. The finger remained buried in her slit. It pressed and rubbed against her clitoris. It toyed with the opening to her hole. It violated her and made her feel dirty. Her lithe body writhed back and forth like a serpent in a failed attempt to get free. The arm wrapped around her shoulders gripped her more tightly and held her in check. Finally, feeling the full effect of the gas, she slumped heavily onto the back of her calves and feet. Her legs folded tightly beneath her. Her head flopped backward, exposing her throat.
“That’s it,” the man said while removing the gas mask and slowly running the tip of his tongue across the gentle curve of her goddess-like nape. “Give in to the inevitable.”
He tilted her head toward him and swallowed her lips within his. The kiss was long and hard, his tongue penetrating into her mouth and pressing against her own. As he finally pulled away, he looked deep into her half-closed eyes and smiled in satisfaction. The girl was still conscious, as he had hoped, but completely helpless to resist his advances. Raping a super-heroine was a rare and special event, after all, and he wanted his victim to be aware of what was happening.
“The gas is most powerful, yes?” he asked with a smile. “It dissipates quickly enough, but should give me plenty of time to weaken you through other, more intimate, means. Oh, yes, I know all about your weakness to sensual stimulation. Once you suffer your first orgasm, your amazing powers will disappear and you will be as helpless as any other woman.”
“Nooooo…” the beautiful blonde pleaded weakly. “…I cannot bear it…”
His finger probed more intently into her snatch. As if reacting instinctually, the defenseless beauty’s thighs came apart, allowing his hand better access to her most private treasures. Her large breasts, covered only by an ultra-thin and skin-tight fabric, heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breathe. Whether her desperate pants were the result of the gas or the teasing of her clit, or likely both, the Blue Boy could not say for sure. Whatever the case, he could feel her pussy getting wet. Her nether lips, embracing his finger, were beginning to loosen. Her body was becoming excited, just as he knew it would.
“You may be a super-heroine, but when it comes to sexual desires, you are the same as every other woman. Deep down, you want to be pleasured. You want to be dominated. You want a real man to bring you off.”
The beautiful heroine’s cheeks burned. She forced her head up. Her hand tightened around the wrist of her attacker. A determined look took hold on her virtuous face.
“I do not want this… I will stop you…”
He smiled back at her. His finger rubbed across her swelling clit with more intensity. “You will do nothing. You belong to me, now.”
The girl’s lips came apart and formed a seductive pout. Her eyes clouded with desperation. A soft moan came from her mouth. Her fingers loosened about his wrist. She slumped against his chest. Her head leaned back and wilted against his shoulder.
“Noooooo….”
The rapist’s left hand, the one wrapped around the girl’s shoulder, gently pulled back the long strands of golden hair that hid her throat. The tips of his fingers softly caressed the lobe of her ear and fondly rubbed the tender skin of her neck. He drew tiny circles on her flesh, stimulating the bundles of nerve endings that controlled the bioelectrical pulses passing to her brain. The effect of his actions was
just as he expected—The girl sighed heavily and her once powerful body seemed to melt. Her soft flesh grew flushed and warm. The bumps raised by her nipples beneath the sheer fabric of her costume grew noticeably larger. Her wide blue eyes closed. Her breathing became quick and irregular.
“There are many erotic zones on the female body,” the man stated reassuringly. “I have brought women to their climaxes without ever venturing between their legs. In your case, however, I find myself reluctant to remove my finger from your slit.”
The beautiful blonde cooed softly as the hand groping her crotch continued to work its magic. The finger was buried fully between her nether lips—They now embraced it like an old and trusted friend. It stroked her clit with just the right amount of pressure and speed. It teased her love-hole periodically, every now and then dipping just inside and then withdrawing in order to increase her excitement. Her pussy was now sopping, she knew. Her attacker, despite his arrogant boasting, really did seem to know what he was doing. “Oh heavens,” she thought in desperation, “maybe he really is a god of sex?”
She tried to lift her arms but found that she could not. She tried to struggle, to break free of the man’s seductive grasp, but knew that it was impossible. Even if the gas wore off completely, she knew, her amazing body was now too aroused to obey her commands. The Sartak—her weakness to sensual stimulation—was sweeping across her body and mind in a tidal wave of conflicting emotions. The desire to break free was being replaced with the fantasy of being held captive. Thoughts of slamming her fist against the Blue Boy’s jaw were giving way to images of him spreading her legs and driving his massive cock deep into her wet pussy. She wanted to win but, as his talented fingers continued to stroke her swollen clit, she more and more wanted to be overcome and defeated.
“No…” she moaned weakly. “You must not make me… make me come…”
An orgasm was quickly building in her overheated loins. Her clitoris had reached its maximum size and screamed with each new rub across its sensitive surface. The sensations emanating from her ear lobe and neck were driving her crazy. The side of her face rested heavily against the strong chest of the man. His embrace seemed to swallow her slender figure within his larger body. She was on her knees, her athletic form now completely limp and defenseless, buried in the arms of a man she utterly despised but was utterly helpless to resist.
The Blue Boy pulled his hand away from her crotch. The beautiful heroine sighed in momentary relief as the tormenting of her clit suddenly stopped. But she quickly realized that her torture was far from over. His talented fingers caressed her flat stomach. His large hand rubbed her abdominal muscles
tenderly, stroking the skin with patient determination. The hand continued slowly upward, as if wanting to explore and titillate every square inch of her athletic figure. The fingers brushed the curved undersides of her breasts, teasing her sensitive mounds with the promise of what was to come. She did not have to wait long. The fingers, still moist with her own love juices, gently wrapped around her left tit and gave it a soft squeeze.
The heroine moaned helplessly as her bosom was patiently explored by the magical fingers of her foe. The skin-tight fabric of her costume provided little protection from the man’s amazing touch. He lifted the soft mound and kneaded it in his hand. His thumb gently stroked her hardening nipple. The small bud of her tit swelled and protruded upward beneath the red cloth. The bump became more distinct with each new rub. With each new stroke, her breast became more aroused.
The defenseless blonde whimpered as her attacker repeated the procedure on her right boob. She remained buried in his grasp, her head slumped against his chest. She was on her knees, but it was he that supported her weight. The fingers of his left hand continued to stroke and fondle her neck. The sensations burning unchecked through her lithe form were like nothing she had ever before experienced. He was playing her body like a musical instrument, she knew. He was the master musician and she was his violin. The symphony that he played was a masterpiece. She was helpless in his hands.
Finally, just as she thought she might pass out from the ecstasy of it all, he released her aching tit. The hand that had so tormented her continued on its upward journey, sliding across the base of her neck and rising upward to her chin. He lifted her head and looked into her eyes. She returned her gaze, a helpless, almost pleading expression on her face. His fingers toyed with her lips. Her mouth opened easily. Two of the fingers slid inside and touched her tongue. Her lips tightened around them, hugging them, sucking them.
The Blue Boy smiled and withdrew his fingers, wet with her saliva. He caressed her cheek. He carefully peeled the mask from her face and dropped it to the floor beside her hip. As during their first encounter, when he had first unmasked the blue-eyed heroine, he gasped and marveled at her extraordinary beauty. He was sure that she was the most exquisite creature that he had ever seen.
Maintaining eye contact with the girl, he lowered his hand and quickly returned it to the warm place between her legs. Her pussy welcomed his fingers like an old friend. Her clit had, if possible, become more swollen and sensitive. He toyed with it, enjoying the way each new stroke made the girl’s body tense. He could tell that she was very close to her climax. A few more rubs, a few more strokes, and her orgasm would come forth in a powerful gush of womanly juices.
Ms. Marvelous closed her eyes. She tried desperately to gain control over the flood of sensations rocking her slender form. Her mind was awash in sexual imagery. The Sartak was tainting her soul with unwanted but undeniable erotic desires. It was slowly robbing her of the will to resist. It was tempting her, devouring her, destroying her. She did not think that she could withstand its influence for much longer. Like the Blue Boy, she knew that her orgasm was very close to reaching the zenith of its power. And when she climaxed, her career as a crime-fighting super-heroine would likely come to an end.
Even in her current condition, with her head swimming and her willpower slowly being destroyed, the heroine had no misconceptions about what was going to happen. The Blue Boy would not release her, as he had done the last time they met. He would not return her to a safe place, away from his lair, thinking that she would not pursue him after regaining her strength.
Instead, he would rape her into complete and total submission. At best, he would make her his love-slave, imprisoning her and using sex to keep her weak and submissive. He would dominate her in mind and body, fucking all notions of resistance out of her, until she willingly served his every whim. Or, failing in that, he would simply fuck her to death, using the Sartak to destroy her utterly.
The beautiful blonde knew that she could not allow it to happen. It was not only her life at stake, but also that of her friend and teammate, Elle. She had brought Elle to this vile place. She had recruited her friend to help her take down the Blue Boy. And yet now, it seemed, it was they that were to be taken down, they that were to be destroyed.
She opened her eyes and looked again into the face of her tormentor. For a brief moment, the fog of intense sexual arousal that clouded her eyes seemed to fade away. She saw the man for what he really was, a vile and despicable criminal that used an extraordinary talent for sex to prey on helpless women. The moment only lasted for an instant, quickly being replaced by the overwhelming sexual desire
that filled every inch of her athletic figure, but the image remained burned into her mind. She thought of the hundreds, perhaps thousands of women that this man had raped. Perhaps they had not been able to overcome his devious plans, but she must! For them, for Elle, for herself-- She must overcome the sensations that were rocking her body!
“No!” Ms. Marvelous suddenly cried out with determination. “I will not allow this to happen! I will fight you to the very end!”
She lifted her head and squirmed valiantly within the man’s strong grasp. She tugged at his wrist and finally managed to pull his hand away from her crotch. She straightened up on her knees and drove an elbow into his chest. “I will not be molested by you! I will not be defeated--”
The gorgeous super-fem groaned miserably as a massive head-rush nearly made her faint. The adrenaline that had charged her escape attempt was used up almost as quickly as it had appeared. She tottered on her knees, arms hanging limp at her sides and her face pale.
“Nice try,” the Blue Boy said with a smile. “But your strength is all but gone. A few more rubs across your clit and you will be completely helpless.”
His left hand grabbed the back of the heroine’s scalp and pushed her head forward. He thrust the athletic super-fem over his right knee. Her stomach pressed down against the top of his thigh. Her shoulders fell toward the floor. Her round ass jutted into the air. His hand released her hair and poised momentarily above her. He slapped it down across the soft flesh of her buttocks with all the force he could muster.
“If you continue to resist then I shall have to punish you!” he said with a broad smile. Ms. Marvelous yelped as her tormentor spanked her a second time. She tried to wriggle off of his knee and escape but found that she had little leverage. His right hand gripped the back of her neck, holding her steady and pushing her head down toward the floor. The top of his thigh pressed into her lower abdomen and held her hips hoisted off the ground. The sound of his hand smacking her buttocks for a third time caused her cheeks to blush in shame.
“How dare you!” she cried out in frustration.
The Blue Boy paused the spanking just long enough to pull the sheer fabric of her bikini bottom to one side. His hand lashed across her soft skin twice more, causing it to turn pink. “Accept your punishment like a good girl!” he said with a giggle.
Spurred on by embarrassment, the valiant heroine’s struggles grew more determined. She writhed back and forth atop his knee like a slender snake. Her feet scraped at the ground and for a moment it seemed that she might send her attacker toppling over onto his back. But she was very weak. She had breathed too much of the gas. Her body tingled with an uncontrolled sexual arousal. And despite her humiliation from being treated in such a vile way, she had to admit that the repeated smacks against her buttocks were, in their own way, unexpectedly erotic. Indeed, the Sartak was somehow growing even stronger inside her body and mind. Somehow, and to her utter dismay, the idea of being spanked by a man much older than herself was a turn-on!
“Stop it!” she cried out in anguish. “I’m Ms. Marvelous! I’m a super-heroine! You can’t do this to me!”
The Blue Boy smacked his hand down on her ass once more but struggled retain control of the bucking blonde. Sensing that the girl might be recovering from the gas and figuring that more drastic measures were required in order to subdue her, he thrust his hand between the soft flesh of her thighs and quickly located her exposed pussy. His fingers rubbed across her sensitive womanhood furiously, pumping back and forth like a piston and stroking the full length of her aroused slit with a rapid and forceful urgency.
Overcome by the new set of sensations, Ms. Marvelous moaned helplessly and collapsed forward onto the knee of her attacker. Her eyes rolled into her head. Her red lips opened wide and her tongue curled. A mane of long blonde hair fell downward and drooped toward the floor. Her long legs stopped thrashing. The palms of her hands pressed flat against the floor but no longer possessed the strength to lift her.
“That should to take the fight out of you,” her attacker said from above.
The beautiful blonde’s once-powerful body went limp as wave after wave of erotic sensations flooded across her athletic figure. She moaned again, more loudly, as the orgasm became more insistent.
“Ah, yes,” the Blue Boy said while continuing to rub the heroine’s oversexed pussy. “You are getting quite wet. It won’t be long now--”
But the rapist’s plans would be foiled, at least for the moment. A slender hand suddenly clamped down on the man’s shoulder. “Let go of her, you monster!”
The Blue Boy gurgled in surprise as he was pulled backward and thrust onto the floor. He sat up just in time to catch a kick to the chops. He rolled to his right and flopped onto his back. He looked up in astonishment at his assailant.
“Elle Mental?”
“Touch Ms. Marvelous again at your peril!” the violet clad super-heroine said while standing protectively over her defenseless friend.
“But the gas… I thought--”
“That I was unconscious? Yes, I may have dozed off there for a moment or two, but now I am back and as good as ever!”
The heroine glared at the man as he clambered to his feet. He wiped a droplet of blood from the corner of his mouth. She glanced down at her blonde counterpart and prayed that Ms. Marvelous would recover quickly. Although she was doing her best to look and sound confident, Elle knew that the gas was still having a terrible effect on her supple, five-foot six-inch body.
“You had better run away while you have the chance!” she said while trying to seem threatening. “Otherwise, I am fully prepared to give you the beating of your life!”
The Blue Boy looked hard at the heroine and smiled lustfully. Her face would have been perfectly at home on the cover of any high-fashion magazine. Her cheekbones were high and her nose perfectly straight. Despite the snarl of defiance on her mouth, her red lips were full and strikingly seductive. Her skin was smooth and darkly tanned. Waves of brown hair fell in long tresses over a set of strong shoulders. The muscles of her arms were distinct but not at all unfeminine. Large breasts, their round forms hugged tightly by the thin fabric of her violet costume, rose high on her chest. A deliciously thin waist and flat stomach seemed to give way only reluctantly to the seductive curves of her hips and ass. Slender, athletic thighs seemed to have been chiseled from some mystical clay. Long calves stretched on forever before tapering into narrow feet that stood atop eye-catching, three inch stiletto heeled boots.
“My, my,” the Blue Boy said with a sigh. “You are indeed a beauty, Elle.”
The girl blushed under the man’s piercing gaze but did not flinch. “Do not anger me! I will not suffer a fool such as you!”
The master rapist was not buying it. He had taken advantage of more women than he could easily count. He had seen every bluff and bluster in the book. And he could tell—He could tell that the beautiful heroine, despite her brave act, was so weak that she could barely stand.
“Your words ring hollow, my lovely dove,” he said while taking a step forward. “Not only are you unable to defend your friend, I think that you are unable to defend yourself!”
The facade of confidence slipped momentarily from Elle’s face. Again she glanced down at her blonde friend. Jody had collapsed onto her side. The angelic super-fem did not move but for the heaving of her chest as she panted for breath. Her eyes were half closed and rolled into the back of her head. Her jaws were clamped shut as she struggled to gain control over the erotic sensations flowing unchecked through her once-powerful body.
“Looks like it is up to me, now” Elle said silently while turning again to face her foe. If I do not succeed then it may well spell the end of the M-Girls!”