The lithe brunette quickly looked away from the man approaching her and glanced down at her fallen friend, the Champion of Justice known as Ms. Marvelous. The blonde heroine lay helpless at Elle’s feet, a victim of the Blue Boy.
“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!”
The man standing a few feet away had a drop of blood on the corner of his mouth, the result of a kick to the face delivered by the beautiful brunette’s boot. “I will give you credit, Elle. The gas I sprayed you with was powerful. That you are even able to remain on your feet is impressive.”
He was clothed in the uniform of a police officer. Elle knew it to be a ruse. He was an imposter, a master rapist that used the authority of his fake uniform to put his victims at ease. A nametag above his right pocket was engraved with the name “Johnson”.
Elle raised her hands and took a fighting stance. “I may not be a hundred percent, Officer Johnson, but I think I can muster enough strength to defeat the likes of you!”
The man seemed to be amused by the derogatory reference to his moniker. “Oh, you have yet to meet the real Johnson,” he said while gesturing to his crotch. “But if you must call me something, then call me ‘Master’.”
“I will never be your slave, vile pig!” the heroine said defiantly. “The M-Girls came here to end your reign of terror against women, and that is precisely what I intend to do!”
But despite the brave words, in her mind the beautiful super-fem was growing more and more concerned. “Who am I kidding?” she asked silently. “My kick should have knocked the Blue Boy out cold but it did not seem to faze him at all. Normally, I am as strong as three men but due to the effects of the gas I am now probably weaker than a normal woman!”
The Blue Boy approached closer. A smug look of self-confidence was displayed on his face. He reached for the lithe heroine, intending to trap her in his arms and smother her in an unwanted embrace. But the dark-haired girl was quick—With catlike agility, she sprang to the side and slammed a roundhouse kick into her attacker’s chest.
Elle watched as the master rapist grunted and slogged backward a couple of steps. She was disappointed to see that he maintained his feet. Still, feeling that her best hope was to keep up the pressure, she cocked her right arm and drove a karate chop at the man’s head. At the last moment, he raised his hand and parried the blow. She drove a straight left at his chin, only to see this blow also blocked. Frustrated, the beautiful heroine let go with a looping right that had a lot of power behind it and, if it connected, might end the fight.
But Elle’s reflexes were not up to their normal level. The gas she had breathed into her lungs and absorbed into her blood stream was making her athletic body slow and clumsy. The Blue Boy caught her punch in mid-air, easily, and clamped his strong fingers around her wrist in a vice-like embrace. He pivoted on his left foot and thrust his hip into her pelvis. He twisted, lifting her one hundred and twenty pound weight off the floor and hoisting it over the top of his back with a perfectly executed judo throw.
Elle grunted as she landed unceremoniously on her butt. Gazelle-like legs slammed hard against the rubber mat that covered the floor. Long tresses of dark hair whipped in front of her face, temporarily blinding her. What little she could see began to spin around madly, more due to the effects of the gas than the judo throw. She sat there, in a heap, for several long moments, trying to gain her senses.
“You super-heroines are really overrated,” the Blue Boy said from behind her. But his voice was not mocking, as she might have expected, as much as it was sympathetic. It had an almost comforting, “it will be ok”, sound to it, as if her older foe wanted to be considered as a teacher or friend rather than the rapist he really was.
“Perhaps you should make it easy on yourself and stop resisting,” he said with a fatherly tone while kneeling close behind her and pressing his chest against her back. “You know that this is going to happen, after all, and there is nothing that you can do to prevent it.”
His arms wrapped around her slender body, enveloping her in a firm embrace. His hands cupped her ample breasts softly but insistently. His thumbs flicked across the bumps raised in the sheer fabric of her costume by the nipples beneath.
“Trust me,” he said reassuringly. “It will be quite pleasurable. You will enjoy it. You may even dream about it on those cold, lonely nights in the distant future when your beauty has faded and you find yourself secretly yearning for the dark passions of a youth lost.”
Elle sighed heavily and did not resist as the man’s fingers worked their magic for the next sixty seconds. She moaned softly as the first pangs of guilty pleasure began to course through her chest. She could feel her nipples growing hard beneath the gossamer cloth of her violet costume. For a long moment, as the sensations gradually grew more intense and as another thirty seconds passed, she considered giving up, considered allowing this man to have his way with her, to pleasure her in the dark ways that she secretly yearned for.
“But those are his words,” she reminded herself. “My fantasies belong to me and to me alone. He does not have a place in them. He does not know my yearnings nor is he qualified to comment on them.”
She raised her hands and took hold of the man’s wrists. “And I am not Ms. Marvelous. I do not suffer from her weaknesses. The Sartak does not afflict me and sensual stimulation will not weaken me. I am Elle Mental—I am my own woman!”
With a grunt of effort, the beautiful super-fem forced the man’s hands away from her aching breasts. She tore herself from his grasp and curled her long legs beneath her. She rolled to her right and came up onto her feet in a fighting crouch a few feet away.
“You are a filthy pig of a man and I promise that you will be brought to justice!”
The Blue Boy sighed like a patient parent dealing with a misbehaving child. He stood and looked down at the valiant girl. He could not help but smile. The heroine was less than half his age and incredibly beautiful. The feel of her slender body, pressed against his, had aroused him almost as much as had the spanking episode with Ms. Marvelous. The feel of Elle’s youthful tits, growing hard in his hands as he massaged them, had forced his cock to swell and press with an enjoyable, if uncomfortable, urgency against the inside of his pants. She was a tremendously hot girl, he had to admit—Fucking her would be one of the highpoints in his career as a serial rapist. That she continued to resist in what was clearly a hopeless cause only excited him all the more.
He glanced quickly to his left and right, making sure that the cameras set up in the corners of the room were still operating. He had replaced the tapes in the recorders just that morning, luckily enough— How fortunate he was that these two young beauties had come for a visit! He would record their rapes on film and add the tapes to his already impressive library. Perhaps he would even share the videos with the world, allowing anyone with an Internet connection to enjoy destruction of these two super-hotties at the click of a mouse button!
But thoughts of the tapes could wait, he decided. Eventually, he would review the images, editing the four masters into a single, ultimate film, but for now he needed to concentrate on nothing more than satisfying his need to dominate the girls. He would force himself on them, pleasuring them even though they did not want to be pleasured. He would humiliate them and prove that he could control their bodies better than they themselves could. He would force his will upon them and transform the beautiful pair of valiant heroines into sex slaves.
“I will be with you in just a moment, Elle,” he said with a reassuring wink. “But first I must tend to your friend, lest she interrupt us at an inopportune moment.”
He turned his back on the lithe brunette but continued to watch her from the corner of his eye. He approached the nearest wall of the room-- a wall that was cluttered with sex toys and bondage devices-- and quickly located a short length of rope. Removing it from the hook on which it rested, he walked over to where Ms. Marvelous lay on the floor.
“There will be time for us to become reacquainted later,” he said while kneeling beside the helpless blonde and rolling her onto her stomach. “You may recall from our last encounter that I have tremendous endurance. I will save some of it just for you.”
Working quickly, the Blue Boy pulled the blonde heroine’s hands behind her back and looped the length of rope several times over her wrists. He pulled it tight and knotted it securely.
“There!” he said in satisfaction while rising back to his feet and looking down on his work. “That should keep you from interfering while I deal with your raven-haired friend.”
“You filthy pig!” Elle shouted from the other side of the room. “Will your crimes against women never end?”
The Blue Boy strode confidently forward, closing the distance between them. He stopped mere feet away.
“The time of your demise it at hand, Elle,” he said while unfastening his belt and dropping it to the ground. “It is pointless to resist further.”
The girl rose from her crouch and backed away as he unbuttoned the top of his blue trousers. An expression of resolve hardened her features as he slowly slid the zipper downward. “I will never surrender to the likes of you--”
The heroine’s words were cut short as her foe’s huge cock, swollen into a rigid spike of man flesh, sprang forth from his pants like a monster loosed from a cage.
“I am a god of sex and you cannot resist me,” The Blue Boy continued while allowing his pants to fall to his ankles. One at a time, he kicked off his polished black shoes and then stepped from the crumpled slacks. He stood in front of her, smiling, his shirt and socks still on but his taught legs now exposed. His massive member, though engorged and heavy with blood, slowly began to rise. Without assistance from his hands, it gradually stiffened and lifted into the air until it became parallel with the ground.
The resolve on Elle’s face evaporated in an instant. She stared at her foe’s huge shaft of swollen muscle in stark terror. The Blue Boy was as big as any man she had ever seen, and despite his somewhat advanced age he seemed to be completely capable of maintaining his enormous erection. Indeed, as she watched in horrified astonishment, his huge cock continued to rise unaided into the air until its large
bulbous head and single eye pointed directly at her face!
“I am a god of sex,” the Blue Boy said again. “I shall uncover the secret and primal desires of your fabulous body. You will not be able to resist me. I shall dominate your physical form and enslave your mind. You will not want this to happen, of course, but in the end you will not be able to prevent it.” “No…” Elle whimpered while taking another step back.
The master rapist’s smile broadened. “Ah, yes,” he said to himself. “She has resigned herself to the inevitable. She knows that she cannot hold me off. She is still too weak.”
He strode forward confidently, determined to make the girl his. Too late, he realized his mistake. Too late, he realized that Elle was still a super-heroine and that she would never give up without a fight. “Presumptuous pig!” the dark-haired beauty cried out while slamming a fist into the man’s gut. “Hell shall freeze over before I will allow you to touch me with that monstrosity!” A forearm shiver to the jaw sent the Blue Boy reeling. But the girl’s blows lacked the conviction of her voice. Due to the gas, she was now no stronger than a normal woman, if even that. And as she stepped toward him again, a defiant anger smoldering in her brown eyes, and as she aimed a knee-lift at his exposed groin, the master rapist knew that he could easily turn the tide of the battle. “Nice try!” he said while catching her knee in his hands. “But I have seen that move a hundred times.”
He tossed her knee to the side, causing her to lose balance and stagger backward. Moving quickly, he grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her lithe figure into the nearby wall. The sex toys hanging from hooks shuddered and rattled as she crashed headlong into its sturdy surface. She tried to rebound, to flee into the center of the room and find the open space required to perform the fancy kicks and spins that were her fighting style, but he was there to block her path, there to stop her and thrust her back once again against the wall.
“No!” she cried out as he again grabbed her by the shoulders. “You will not have me!” “It is all but over!” he replied while spinning her body around and pushing her face first against the hard surface of the wall. His left forearm pressed firmly against the back of her shoulders, near the base of her neck, forcing the side of her face to squash against a large rubber dildo that dangled from a hook there. His right arm reached around her waist and with a tug forced her hips to come out from the wall.
Elle grimaced at the feel of the dildo against her cheek. The soft rubber was molded to match the texture and shape of a real penis. A large set of balls pressed uncomfortably against her forehead. The stiff shaft pushed down on her lips. Her hands pressed against the wall, trying to gain her some space and relieve the pressure being applied to her neck and shoulders. But the arm digging into the back of her neck was like a steel rod. Her attacker was both taller and heavier than she, and had all the leverage. “Blast you!” she screamed in furious rage. “Let go of me this instant!”
“Spread ‘em!” the Blue Boy replied while kicking the inside of her ankles and forcing her long legs apart.
Elle groaned as her feet, one by one, were pushed wide to either side. The arm around her waist again tugged on her pelvis and forced her hips to move back and up. Her slender legs straitened as she was forced up onto her tiptoes.
“I may not be real cop,” the man behind her said smugly, “but I know how to make a girl take the position. Now it’s time for the pat-down.”
The beautiful heroine struggled weakly as her tormentor’s right hand extricated itself from around her waist and began to slide across her helpless figure. It moved across the curve of her back and down over the bare skin of her hips. It slid over her ass, copping a good feel as it did so, and then down and across the back of her right leg. The return trip brought it slowly up the inside of her left thigh. She closed her eyes in dread anticipation, knowing what must surely come next.
“Ah, the mouth of your pussy is so soft,” the man said while caressing her womanhood through the thin fabric of her costume. “Just like the rest of your amazing body.”
The heroine remained silent, not wanting to give her attacker the satisfaction of a reply. But it was more than that, she secretly knew. Deep down, she feared that to speak now was to risk letting him hear the fear in her voice. She knew that she was helpless. Weakened, as she was, pinned against the wall, her legs spread and her hips thrust out behind her, she was completely and utterly vulnerable. She could feel the Blue Boy’s huge cock, fully swollen and freed from the confines of his pants, lying like a hot piece of metal across the top of her ass. Its heavy tip, moist with pre-orgasmic fluid, rubbed across the small of her back. The sheer fabric of her skin-tight costume would not protect her from it, she knew. At any moment, her attacker might tear the shimmering cloth from her body and expose the entirety of her athletic figure—
“We’ll leave the costume on for now,” the man said as if reading her thoughts. “I have to admit, I find the idea of fucking a super-heroine to be a big turn-on. And what is a super-heroine without her costume? Just another naked girl, I imagine.”
“Bastard!” she cried out in frustration. But Elle’s protest was not as vocal as it had been before. The fingers rubbing her pussy knew, it seemed, just how to stroke her. They knew how to arouse her. They knew how to cause her the most pleasure, whether she wanted to experience it or not.
An involuntary moan escaped the heroine’s lips. It was soft and hardly noticeable. But she noticed. And so to, she suspected, did her captor. The brown-haired beauty bit her lower lip and made an oath not to moan again. But the gentle rubbing of her pussy had been going on for almost two minutes. To her shame, she could feel herself becoming lubricated. Her nether lips had long since parted and spread beneath the fabric of her costume. The bulb of her clitoris was exposed. Her hole was open and inviting a penetration.
“Oh, god,” she groaned silently. “What if the Blue Boy is right? What if I cannot control the reactions of my body? What if I do secretly desire this?”
The dildo pressing against her cheek and mouth no longer seemed so uncomfortable. The rubber shaft was soft. Her sensitive lips could feel the simulated veins running across its surface, or so she now imagined. The rubber was absorbing the heat of her blushing skin and returning it in kind. It would be easy to imagine the toy as a being real, she supposed. It would be easy to imagine it as a real cock, pressing against her face as it prepared to enter her mouth and—
“Oh stop it!” she silently screamed. “This is no fantasy! You are being raped!”
But the truth of her situation seemed to matter less and less with each stroke of the master rapist’s fingers across her burning pussy. She no longer struggled. She no longer tried to escape. Her hands still pressed against the wall, but were seemingly unwilling to make the effort required to lift her body away from it.
“Is he really so talented?” she wondered to herself. “Is he really so good at this that he can make me forget that I am being raped?”
The stroking of her sensitive womanhood continued for another two minutes. Her breathing became heavy. Her mouth opened and a second moan came forth. The sound of it made the beautiful super-heroine lose all hope. Her body was burning. She was on fire. Her attacker was making it all come true. Everything he had predicted, it seemed, would be made real. She could not resist him. Her body was his property. She was his slave.
“No!” the heroine blurted out. “I will not surrender to you!”
“You have little choice in the matter,” the Blue Boy whispered into her ear.
Elle’s body tensed as the man slid his fingers beneath the edges of her costume and pulled the stretchy fabric to the side. The sensation of the open air striking her overheated loins caused her to gasp. But this sensation was nothing compared to what came immediately after. Her slender figure nearly bolted from the wall as a pair of skilled fingers made first contact with her swollen clit.
“Easy girl,” he said in a comforting voice while reestablishing his grip on her body and pressing it once again against the wall.
His fingers gently rolled the bud of her clitoris between them. A third finger softly probed the opening to her hole. He penetrated her to the first knuckle, moving cautiously so as not to interrupt the fantasies taking over her conscious mind. He wanted her pleasure to slowly build, to become stronger with each passing moment, to gradually increase until, finally, it could no longer be resisted.
Elle moaned loudly as the stimulation of her swollen clit continued and the finger slid deeper into her love hole. She could feel it inside her, searching out her g-spot and weakening her resolve. But she vowed not to surrender. She forced her mind to rise above the rape fantasy that had ensnared it. She must not give in to this vile man, she determined resolutely. He might be able to control the reactions of her body, but he would not take control of her mind or of her spirit, and in the end she would be victorious.
“You are wrong!” she said while trying again to push off the wall. “I am not like Ms. Marvelous. I will not grow weaker as you stimulate me. In fact, I will only grow stronger! The gas that you used to gain the advantage over me will eventually run its course and I will recover my super-strength. Then I will make you pay for your transgressions!”
But the Blue Boy did not seem to be worried. He continued speaking to his victim in soothing, reassuring tones. “But you want this. You want to be pleasured. You want to become my sex slave.” The gorgeous heroine closed her eyes and tried to shut out the sound of her attacker’s voice. She tried to ignore the sensations flooding upward from her moist pussy. She tried to ignore the lifelike dildo pressing against her face. But what could she do, she wondered? Despite her brave words, her circumstance had not changed. She was still pinned and helpless. Her body was still on fire. The fingers caressing her burning womanhood continued to work their magic.
The Blue Boy’s technique was hypnotic, Elle suddenly realized. The way that he was touching her, the constant pressure and tempo that he was applying, even the sound of his voice—It was all consistent with techniques used for decades by master hypnotists. Perhaps this explained why he could so readily pleasure women. Perhaps this explained why he could make them feel pleasure while experiencing something as traumatic and horrible as rape. And perhaps this was why he had never been caught.
The Blue Boy had ravished hundreds of women. He had made it his purpose in life to explore every inch of every body of every victim, uncovering each and every erogenous zone and educating himself in the ways of how best to bring women off. But perhaps his technique had evolved beyond simple fellatio and entered into another realm, that of psychological manipulation and control. Certainly, Elle could feel its effects—Her mind was swimming, slowly surrendering to the fantasies and desires that his fingers instilled in it. And, if true, this would explain why the Blue Boy had never been captured, for in truth, his victims did not want him to be captured. Or, at least, that is what he was able to convince them.
Elle had been psychologically manipulated in this way before. Glacier, an old and bitter foe, had used a combination of sex and his mutant power to completely devastate her psyche. She had been dominated and now vowed that she would never allow it to happen again. Hypnosis or no, the Blue Boy would not break her will!
“Must not… allow him to bring me off…” she groaned helplessly. “Must not… give him the satisfaction…”
But the finger in her love hole continued to torment her. It was fully inserted now, and slowly destroying her will to resist. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as it found her g-spot. Her back arched. She stood on the very tips of her toes. Her outstretched legs were rigid and unmoving. The entire world, it seemed, was on fire. His cock, still resting on top of her ass seemed like a red-hot brand. “Oh, god…” she moaned. “Can’t take… much more…”
An orgasm was ready to explode inside her tortured box. She fought it with everything she had, tightening her vaginal muscles and straining to hold it back. Her jaws clamped together. Her face contorted in a pained expression. But the finger inside her was too talented and the misery was too much. She could not hold out. She could not—
“Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” she cried as the powerful orgasm finally broke loose. It rocked her body like a hurricane sweeping across an exotic Caribbean isle, causing the muscles in her back to twitch and her hips to quiver. She came off the wall with a jolt and stood stiff in front of her attacker for several long moments, her back arched and her face pointing up toward the ceiling. Sweat beaded on her forehead like drops of dew on a radiant flower. The long dark strands of her fabulous mane became matted and moist with perspiration. Her chest heaved violently as she desperately tried to gain her breath.
“That’s a good girl,” the Blue Boy said soothingly while withdrawing his finger from the heroine’s sopping pussy. He gently eased her exhausted form back against the wall while keeping her hips raised high in the air. He was not surprised to find that it was no longer necessary to apply his forearm against the back of her neck—As he had expected, the once fiery super-fem was now as docile as a sleepy kitten.
“Now for some real fun,” he said while bending his knees and positioning his huge cock directly beneath her vulnerable hole.
“No more…,” the beaten heroine moaned weakly. “Please… no more…”
The head of his monstrous tool slid easily into the girls’ wide-open and well-lubricated love hole. He slid it in deeper and heaved a sigh of delight as the all too familiar sensations began to take hold of his body. “Oh, yeah, you’re a good fit for me… Feels so good…”
He thrust his spike fully inside the girl. His hands clutched at her hips, controlling them. The lithe body of the heroine was little more than a tool in his hands, a device that he could use to pleasure himself. He forced her to rock back and forth on his power-rod, grinding her hips forward and back and side to side. Her wet pussy was a smoldering oven and his enormous cock was a red-hot length of unbending steel. He could fuck her forever, he thought. He could fuck her until they both climaxed in a furious explosion of—
“That is enough!” an angry voice shouted from directly behind. “Get off of her this instant!” The Blue Boy turned his head, his eyes quickly focusing on the source of the voice. “Ms. Marvelous? Back on your feet, I see. Please do not be jealous—I will be finished with Elle in a moment and then I will turn my attentions to you.”
The beautiful blonde’s eyes smoldered with anger. “You are finished with her now!” The master rapist grimaced as a thrust kick caught him in the ribs and forcefully pushed him away from his brunette plaything. His huge member came out of the girl, wet with her love juices. He took a pair of steps back and braced himself for further attacks.
Ms. Marvelous and Blue Boy watched in silence as Elle, no longer restrained or supported by her attacker, half turned and slumped against the wall. She slowly slid to the floor. She sat there, her legs curled up in front of her, a look of complete exhaustion on her face.
“You will pay for what you did to her!” Ms. Marvelous declared while staring at the Blue Boy. The man quickly appraised the situation. A smile formed on his face. The blonde heroine’s hands were still secured behind her back. And though her feet might still be dangerous, if the kick to his ribs had been any indication then her strength was severely depleted.
“It may be that I will pay for my sins someday,” he said while wagging his huge cock in the heroine’s direction, “but that day will not be today. Today, I shall simply have the satisfaction of fucking two of the most beautiful women in the world. But let us not speak further—My loins burn hot with the desire to screw you. I cannot wait a moment longer!”
Jody backed away as the man approached her. She could read the lust burning in his eyes. His cock, so recently extracted from the pussy of her friend, was fully swollen and completely unsatisfied. Her own body still tingled from the erotic stimulation it had earlier received. Her breasts were large and heavy. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. But she knew that she had to fend him off. She had to find a way to win this fight, not only for herself, but for Elle.
The fingers of his left hand clamped down on her throat. He carried her backward, slamming her back first against the wall. She tried to kick him, to knee him in the groin, but there was no room. His body pressed down on hers. His breath was hot on her neck. His right hand slid beneath the tapered top of her red and black costume and quickly lifted the stretchy material up and over her swollen boobs. She grimaced as his hand caressed the sensitive flesh, tracing circles around her cups and drawing out her nipples.
Feeling the strength drain from the heroine’s supple body, the Blue Boy released her neck and leaned over her large breasts. His tongue teased the base of her left mound, then worked its way slowly upward across the enflamed skin. For a long moment, he cupped the swollen nipple in the curve of his tongue, enjoying the feel of it hardening as he tortured its rosy bud.
“It is as I thought,” he said while straightening up and looking into the dazed blonde’s glassy eyes. “You are weak and defenseless. Your attack was all bravado and no substance. And in your ill-fated effort to save your friend, you merely put yourself in her place. Not that it matters—I will destroy her once I have finished with you.”
Without moving from his position in front of the helpless girl, the Blue Boy reached up to the wall above her head and removed a small pair of devices from a hook. He momentarily held the nipple clips in front of her face so that she could realize what was happening. Slowly, carefully, he attached the clips one by one to her rock-hard nipples.
Jody moaned loudly as the clips clamped down on her swollen buds. The pressure that they applied was at first painful, but soon the feelings of discomfort gave way to the more powerful sensation of erotic torture. For a long moment the heroine was sure that she might pass out from the agony of it all. But unconsciousness would not save her from the torment that her body must endure. Her nipples were screaming but her agony was only just beginning.
The Blue Boy released his hold on the heroine’s neck. He lifted her chin and stared into her half open eyes. She did not resist as he forcefully kissed her. His tongue penetrated deep into her mouth. The kiss was long and hard, his mouth smothering hers and stealing her breath away. As he finally pulled away, the tip of the girl’s tongue involuntarily came out of her mouth as if in pursuit of his. It was an instinctual reaction that he had seen many times before and it indicated that her will to resist was all but broken.
He touched the tip of her tongue with his own, then began nibbling on her lips. He gradually worked his way downward, patiently drawing his mouth across her chin and onto the sensitive skin of her neck. His hands gently caressed her shoulders, each finger drawing light circles on the surface of her costume. So tight and sheer was the amazing fabric of her outfit that he was sure that the effect of his expert touch was barely hindered by the cloth.
Expertly reading the reactions of his prey, he began devouring the flesh of her neck with more intensity, as he knew she wanted him to do. The barely audible whimpering that came forth from her saliva-covered mouth was all the evidence that he needed to know that he was touching her in just the right spots and with just the right amount of pressure. His hands moved slowly from her shoulders downward across her chest. He teased her swollen breasts with quick brushes of his fingers. He worked the magnificent mounds with a practiced and proficient technique, not rushing the job but instead touching the helpless girl in the patient ways that he knew would cause her the most pleasure.
His hands continued down across her body, caressing her stomach and waist. He teased her bellybutton with his thumb, all the while being careful to avoid tickling her and risk ruining the erotic fantasy that he was undoubtedly fostering in her mind. He could tell from her panting breath that the beautiful heroine was all but consumed by the erotic torture he was inflicting on her amazing body. Her will to resist was being destroyed, replaced by a desire to become his slave.
While his mouth continued to devour the girl’s neck, his fingers slid down across her abdomen and slipped underneath the bikini bottom of her costume. He cautiously touched her womanhood and
was pleased to find it sopping wet. Using both hands, he gently spread the soft lips of her nether mouth and slowly folded them to the sides. He rubbed the sensitive flesh with masterful care, each stroke of his fingers performing a skilled ballet of torturous proportions.
“Oh, god…” the beautiful blonde moaned, “…stop… can’t endure… much more…” His thumbs, operating as a well-practiced and coordinated team, began gently working her clit. They drew it out from its hiding place near the top of her slit and cuddled it on both sides. They softly squeezed it. They rubbed it in the most erotic ways possible. The heroine moaned again, more loudly, and the Blue Boy knew that she was near the breaking point.
“I want you to come when I am inside of you,” he whispered into her ear. “I want to feel your love juices wash over my cock as I force you to experience the most intense orgasm of your life.” Ms. Marvelous was ready to surrender. All hope was lost. Her body no longer belonged to her, she knew. It now belonged to the Blue Boy and he would do with it as he would. She would willingly become his sex toy, little different than those that hung from hooks on the wall. She would pleasure him and he would pleasure her. Nothing else mattered. The only thing that was important was satisfying the sexual desire that had consumed her soul.
But then, just as she was sure that she could endure no more, she glanced over the Blue Boy’s shoulder and saw Elle Mental standing behind him. A look of steely resolve was painted on the young woman’s face. Their eyes met and without speaking they each knew the same thing. Now, more than ever, they would need to work together. If the M-Girls were to survive this fight, they must work as a team.
The blonde’s wide blue eyes, barely able to focus due to the devastating erotic sensations overloading her fantastic body, shifted back to the face of her attacker. She whimpered in meek protest at the feel of his hot spike sliding into the gap between her thighs. As if in surrender, her right leg rose slowly upward, hugging his thigh and coming to rest against his hip. She hooked his leg with her calf and invited him to take her into his arms and lift her off the ground.
“That’s my girl,” he said lustfully while taking her raised leg in his hand and lifting it yet further. Eagerly, he reached down with his other hand and wrapped it around the outside of her left thigh. With a quick movement, he picked her up, using the wall to support the majority of her weight while allowing her long legs to wrap around his waist.
Jody’s head tilted back as the man reached between her legs moved the fabric of her costume to the side. He guided the head of his stiff monstrosity between the parted folds of her womanhood. Her back arched as he slowly lowered her onto the red-hot shaft. She moaned loudly as it penetrated her inch by excruciating inch.
Her arms strained against the binds wrapped around her wrists. The rope bit into her flesh but she felt no pain. All she could feel was the hot man-spike impaling her sopping wet pussy. All she could think about was the nine inches of thick muscle penetrating deep inside her. At any moment, she knew, he would begin thrusting it in and out, destroying her again and again until she could take no more and
finally succumbed utterly to his god-like sexual prowess.
She wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist. She squeezed him with everything that she had and was not surprised to see that he enjoyed it. She looked into his eyes and once again saw the smoldering fires of lust and desire. She had little doubt that he would fuck her to death, given the chance. But she was not alone. Elle was here and together they would defeat this vile man.
The lithe brunette approached unseen from behind. She touched him softly on the shoulders and pressed her warm body against his. His head turned quickly in surprise but any fears that he may have had were quickly overcome by the seductive way she writhed against him. Her pelvis ground enticingly against his ass. Her hands caressed his shoulders and neck longingly. She purred like a kitten and held him tight to her.
“So you have given in to the secret desires of your flesh,” the Blue Boy said triumphantly. “Your mind has surrendered to the dark urges that previously existed only in your subconscious and your will has been broken. It is as I said it would be, is it not?”
Jody moaned again as her own arousal grew to almost unbearable levels. Deep inside her oversexed body, the orgasm that had nearly consumed her once before again became the center of her universe. Her mind was swimming in a sea of sexual fantasy and erotic reality. She knew that she was
being raped but no longer cared. All she lived for was the nine-inch cock filling her burning pussy. All she wanted was to be this man’s sex slave--
“No!” she screamed silently. “Just a bit longer! Just hold out a bit longer!”
She forced her eyes to focus on the hands of her friend. She watched as Elle’s long fingers moved slowly up the sides of the Blue Boy’s neck. She watched as the tips of her thumbs searched out and located the small indentations at the base of his ears. She watched as, all at once, the gorgeous brunette pressed down on those indentations with all the strength she could muster. She watched as the Blue Boy’s expression transformed from one of uninhibited lust to one of sheer pain.
“Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” the man cried out in agony as Elle’s thumbs bit into the nerve bundles of his neck. “What are you doing?”
The Blue Boy tried desperately to get away. His hands struggled in vain to pull the thumbs of his svelte attacker away. He tried to back away from the wall, to spin around and confront her, but he was caught in a super-heroine sandwich and could not move. Jody’s long legs remained wrapped tightly around his waist. The weight of her body prevented him from easily moving. His cock was buried deep inside her and there was no getting her off.
Elle pressed against him from behind, further restraining his movements. She knew that she needed only a few more seconds and then the Blue Boy would be finished. The submission hold that she employed had been taught to her when she had lived and trained in the Far East. It was devastating when properly applied. It could render a man unconscious in thirty seconds.
To her surprise, though, only fifteen seconds were required. Perhaps because so much of the man’s blood was already in another part of his body, his brain simply ran out of the life-sustaining fluid more quickly than it normally would have. In any case, the Blue Boy’s hands fell limp to his sides. He slumped forward, his weight resting against Jody’s chest. Gradually, slowly, he slumped to his knees and then onto his side.
Only after she was sure that the man was unconscious did Elle release her hold. Round bruises at the base of the Blue Boy’s ears were all that indicated what had happened to him. She fell to her knees, exhausted, and took a deep breath.
“Thank the heavens,” the panting brunette said. “If that had not worked then I don’t know what we would have done.”
Ms. Marvelous wearily untangled her legs from the waist of the unconscious man. She rolled him off of her and lay on her back, unmoving. The orgasm that had been building inside her gave way only reluctantly to the force of her virtuous will.
Elle slid closer, kneeling beside her exhausted friend. She gently removed the nipple clips from the blonde’s swollen tits. She carefully folded back the material of Jody’s costume so that her breasts were covered.
“Let me help you out of that rope…” she said while helping the fabulous blonde to her knees and untying the knot.
Jody rubbed her wrists. “Thank you. For that… for everything…”
“No problem,” Elle said while taking her friend’s hands in her own. “So, what do we do now?” “After a few more moments of rest,” Ms. Marvelous replied while looking toward the Blue Boy, “we should probably tie him up and then search his lair. Despite his threats to make certain videos public, I suspect that we will find his entire library of rape videos right here in this structure.” “Including the one he made of you during your last encounter?”
Jody nodded. “He did like to brag about his video library, after all. I doubt he would have hidden the one he made of me.”
“And we will destroy the tapes in the recorders,” Elle said while motioning toward the video cameras and a nearby cabinet that contained audio/visual equipment. “That is, unless you want a copy--” “Elle!” the blonde super-fem exclaimed in surprise. “You can’t be serious!”
The brunette smiled and helped her friend to her feet. “Oh, you know that I am just kidding!” Ms. Marvelous frowned and watched as her friend went off to investigate the audio/visual equipment. She adjusted her costume. As always, the special fabric conformed itself to her amazing body like a second skin. But at least she was covered, she thought while blushing.
Her gaze shifted to the figure of the fallen man lying on the floor beside her feet. He lay on his back, a pained expression on his face, as if he were having a nightmare. “I hope you are,” she said silently. “I hope you are dreaming of prison because that is where you are going.”
The Blue Boy’s huge cock had shriveled into a small and unimpressive thing. He looked silly, she thought, lying there with his pants off and his socks on.
“The ‘God of Sex’, huh? More like the God of All That Is Disgusting and Vile!”
But Jody could not lie to herself. She knew that the Blue Boy had almost won on this day. He had very nearly made her and Elle his sex-slaves. Even now, her body still tingled with arousal. It might take a while to get the god of sex out of her dreams.
The glint of light reflecting off of the bronze badge pinned above the man’s pocket caught her attention. A surge of anger coursed through her athletic body. She reached down and took hold of the badge. She ripped it from his shirt.
“You do not deserve to wear such a thing!” she said aloud. “This badge is a symbol of justice, a thing that you will soon learn all about. My only hope is that you may find the justice that you deserve, Blue Boy! The women of this city shall be far safer with you behind bars!”