Wolf wasn’t sure why he had entered the comic shop. Nostalgia, perhaps. It had been several months since his last confrontation with a superheroine. His eyes glanced over the titles as he overheard the conversation between the shopkeeper and two boys in their teens.
“No way! Not only is she hotter, but she’d kick her ass, too!”
“Bullshit.” The storekeeper drawled it out slowly, making it a three syllable profanity. “Aesthetic qualities of the artist’s renditions aside, you’re basing her strength level as it is after her confrontation with the Gray Man. She’s still a powerhouse, but before that she could have slapped Wonder Woman around like an adopted child of Joan Crawford.”
Wolf’s ears perked at the mention of the Gray Man. Confrontation with whom? He was pretty sure that Wonder Woman had mentioned the name when –
“Joan who?” asked one of the teens.
The shopkeeper shook his head. “You’re too young.”
Wolf was about to ask what heroine they were talking about when the figurines caught his eye. They were exquisitely rendered figures of Supergirl and Wonder Woman. Wolf had seen enough “action figures” to know that the images were too often distorted to the demands of mass production. But these seemed to catch the inner strength of both heroines. They stood tall and proud, but without arrogance. Exactly as Wolf remembered them.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” the shopkeeper said. “Limited edition molds, each individually hand painted and numbered by the artist. True collector’s items.”
“Can I touch them?” Wolf asked.
“Certainly – as soon as you’ve bought them. Until then, I will not allow their visages to be tainted by the prepubescent fingerprints of my customers.”
Wolf looked up from the case and glared at the shopkeeper. “How much?”
The shopkeeper cleared his throat. Whether it was his voice, or the way his eyes seemed to take in everything they saw, there was more to this boy then met the eye. “Er…Two hundred ninety-nine dollars. Each.”
“When do you close?” Wolf asked.
“Thirty minutes.”
Wolf thought about it. That was more than he could get from the bank’s ATM machine, which meant he’d have to make a withdrawal from the bank itself. That was always risky, as someone his age could draw unwarranted attention from making large cash withdrawals. Sometimes they would hem and haw over the transaction, asking if he had a parent or guardian with him. The smart thing to do would be to come back tomorrow.
Wolf handed the shopkeeper a fifty dollar bill. “Put a hold on them, and close in forty-five minutes.”
The shopkeeper pocketed the money. “One of the Ferengi rules of acquisition. A good customer is as valuable as gold pressed latinum.”
Wolf had never seen an episode of any Star Trek series in his life. “What…”
“It means you have your forty-five minutes.”
The hassle they had given Wolf was almost enough to convince him to start keeping his money under his mattress. It had taken twenty minutes and a vaguely threatening “Do you know whose son I am?” question to pry his funds loose. When he had more time he would close the account, and look for a less anal bank. Perhaps he should get a safe deposit box, but he loved the way compound interest worked.
He quickened his pace. Wolf didn’t really think the shopkeeper would close without him, but there was no sense in tempting fate. Another five minutes, and those figurines would be his.
He never made it.
From out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind blew in his face. It was actually slowing him down. Wolf looked around and saw no effects of the gale on any of the trash strewn about in the nearby gutters.
The wind wasn’t natural.
He turned and ran, getting the wind at his back. He ducked into an alley and was halfway across it before a wall of ice formed at the end of the alleyway. Wolf turned to double back, only to see a wall of fire block the other end.
Wolf had a lot of questions, but first he had to make sure he was alive to answer them. He jumped up and just caught the last rung of a fire escape. He climbed quickly, trying to figure out who – or what – he was up against. Maybe if he got to higher ground –
He made it to the roof when he felt a wrenching force on his neck. He craned his head to see a caped blonde woman lifting him off his feet. Supergirl? No. Not Supergirl.
“Enjoy this while you can, punk.” The woman sneered. “This is the last contact you’ll ever have with a superheroine.”
The slightest tap from her finger was enough to knock him unconscious.
Wolf awoke, but fought to keep his eyes closed – and to keep down the vomit making its way up his throat. It was an unfortunate side effect of being knocked out by a blow to the head.
“Are you sure he’s all right?” he heard a woman ask.
“He’ll be fine. I barely touched him.” That was the blonde’s voice. He tried to open his eyelids a fraction. The more he could learn while they thought he was unconscious …
“He stirs.” A third woman. Worse, an observant one.
“Time to wake up, Wolf,” said a fourth.
So they had the one they were looking for. He considered the idea of playing dumb, then discarded it. He might need some credibility later on if he was going to get out of this. Wolf opened his eyes.
That they were all beautiful was not surprising. Maybe ugly women became superheroines too, but he had yet to see one. What surprised Wolf was that all four of them were from various branches of the Justice League. He struggled to remember everything that Wonder Woman had told him about them when he had interrogated her with her magic lasso.
The woman who appeared to be in charge was Power Girl, the blonde who had snatched him off the roof. Her powers were almost identical to those of Supergirl’s, though on a slightly smaller scale. She was vulnerable to magic, losing her powers whenever she came into direct contact with mystical energy. If Wolf had had more time, he would have admired the fine figure under a costume that left little to the imagination. Cleavage and thigh were displayed in abundance.
The second woman was Zatanna. She was a powerful sorceress. According to Wonder Woman, she could do almost anything with her magic. But she had to speak her spells backwards in order to cast them. She had long, dark hair and the wiry body of a beautiful gypsy girl, though her face and more of an innocent’s look than that of a savvy nomad.
The other two women, Fire and Ice, looked like runway models, and in fact were when in their secret identities. Fire’s hair was dyed green to match her costume. She was tall and lanky, with great legs. Wonder Woman had said that if she overtaxed her powers, Fire could suffer from temporary “burnout”. It took her awhile to recharge.
Ice was a platinum blonde who looked like she just walked off a Swedish hillside. Her hair was strikingly cut, and her breasts looked large without being out of proportion. She was probably the least powerful, but Wonder Woman had not known of any “magic bullet” to neutralize her powers. She worried Wolf the most.
Shaking his head as if to clear it, Wolf took in the rest of the room. No windows, one door. Probably a warehouse storeroom of some sort. The room was empty except for the chair he was tied to. They had done a good job; presumbly they had experience on the other end of the knots. His hand were bound behind his back, and tied his feet to the legs of the chair in a way that would prevent him from freeing his legs to walk.
“What…do you want…with me?” Wolf spoke with feigned slowness.
“We know what you did to the others. Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Huntress. You must be real proud of yourself.” Power Girl spat out the words with a sneer.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you. It only took four of you to capture a child? Pretty gutsy, not having Superman or Green Lantern for backup…”
“Kara, don’t!” cried Zatanna as Power Girl took a menacing step towards Wolf. Power Girl stopped reluctantly as Zatanna continued. “Wolf, we’re really here to help you.”
“Right. The last time I checked, group interventions didn’t involve coldcocking minors. You’ve got me, so just take me to the police.”
“Not that simple, kid.” Fire said. “Wonder Woman told us what happened.”
“Yeah, you’d love that, wouldn’t you, you little pervert?” Power Girl was fuming. “We know about the videotapes you made when you captured them. Between those and the secret identities, you’d have a field day at any trial! We’re not going to let you wreck the lives of any heroines!”
“We want the copies of all the videotapes, Wolf.” Ice spoke quickly, casting a worried glance at Power Girl. “And we want to make sure you’ll never do anything like this again.”
“By keeping me tied to a chair for the rest of my life?” Wolf asked.
“By showing you that what you’re doing is wrong. You’re obviously a very smart child, Wolf. You could be doing so much more with your life.”
“And I’m looking forward to…convincing you…to stop.” Power Girl said with a wicked grin.
“By physical torture or feminist diatribe? Given a choice, I’ll take the former.”
Power Girl spun on her heels toward the other three heroines. “Give me a minute alone with Wolf. We need to have a little chat.”
Wolf noticed the other three show varying degrees of concern. Zatanna said, “Are you sure that’s…”
“Relax, I’m not going to lay a hand on him. This will just take a second.”
The other three women left, exchanging looks with each other. Wolf heard the door being bolted behind them. Power Girl stepped up to Wolf and leaned over him, just inches from his face.
“I don’t know how a little no-power shit like you managed to capture the others, but if you think you can outsmart me, you are seriously mistaken!”
Wolf held her gaze. “Yes, I’m sure it takes a towering intellect to come up with the moniker ‘Power Girl’.”
Power Girl’s fists clenched as her face turned red. Then she relaxed and smiled. “When this is over, you’ll be too frightened to watch superhero cartoons, let alone try another abduction.”
“When this is over, I’ll have added to my videotape collection.” Wolf replied.
“We’ll see how cocky you are in the morning.” Power Girl stormed out of the room. Wolf took a final glance at the walls and ceiling. There were no obvious cameras, so it was worth a shot.
Wolf was able to move his hands tied behind his back a few inches in any direction. He grabbed the waist band of his jeans by one of the belt loops. Tugging with one hand, he was able to move his jeans slightly counter-clockwise. Wolf pulled again, and was able to rotate the waist another loop, though with greater difficulty. He made a mental note to thank the designer who came up with loose-fitting jeans as a fashion trend.
It took a few minutes, but Wolf was eventually able to move the jeans button almost over his left hip. By straining his bound hands to the left, he was able to get his fingers on the button. Several tries later, he was able to unbutton the jeans. Between using his fingers and writhing with his legs, Wolf was also able to open his fly.
Wolf sighed with relief as he moved his jeans back to their normal position. By shimmying his butt up and down the edge of the chair seat, he was able to lower his jeans and underpants down around his ankles. Now for the last step. He lowered his head until his chin rested on the top of his chest. He used his tongue to snare the neck of his t-shirt before grabbing it with his teeth. By repeating this process, he was able to pull the entire front of his shirt into his mouth, as if gagged. He leaned his head back as far as it would go. Now he had to wait until morning, and hope for the best.
Hours later, Wolf heard the door being unbolted. He kept his eyes closed until he heard the gasp. “Good lord!” He raised his head. Luck was with him. It was Ice, who rushed towards him and pulled the shirt out of his mouth. “Wolf, what happened?”
“Water…” Wolf croaked. Ice formed a tiny cube of ice on her finger, and gently placed it in his mouth. “Why bother telling you? You won’t believe me.”
Ice paused. “Wolf, did Power Girl…?”
“No! I’m not saying anything. Please, please just take me to jail. I’ll give you the tapes, and keep my mouth shut about the other stuff. Please…” Wolf let the words out in a rush, fighting back tears. He saw Ice take a quick look behind the chair to check his bonds.
“I just can’t believe she would actually…” Ice began.
“Oh, she kept her promise. Didn’t lay a finger on me, but I guess my clothes weren’t included. Asked me what it felt like to be the helpless one. To be humiliated. She said this was just the beginning. Please, do something.”
“I don’t know what to do. She’s the leader.”
“Ice, think about it. Did she really need the three of you to come along for this? She couldn’t have captured me by herself? Deep down, she knows what she’s doing is wrong. The rest of you are here for her ethical validation.”
Suddenly, the door opened. “Ice, is everything all right?” The other three women stood open mouthed at the sight of the half-naked Wolf being tended to by Ice.
“Ice, what the hell…?” sputtered Fire.
“I found him like this!” cried Ice.
“Not her. The other blonde.” Wolf said.
“You lying little shit!” yelled Power Girl. “He must have freed himself somehow.” Ice shook her head. “I checked his ropes. They’re intact.”
Zatanna stepped closer to Power Girl. “You were the last one alone with him.”
“I don’t believe this! You’re taking my word over his?” she asked.
“This is just what he wants!” Fire said. “He’s trying to turn us against each other. For all we know, he could be some kind of contortionist and undressed himself. From now on, someone stays in the room with him at all times.”
“No.” Zatanna said. “This ends now. I’ve had my doubts about this since the beginning, Power Girl. Whether he’s telling the truth doesn’t change the fact that this is wrong. This is not how heroines should act.”
“I say when this ends, not you. I’m in charge here!”
“Your lust for vengence is blinding you, friend. I’m sorry you can’t see that.” With that, Zatanna grabbed Power Girl around the arm. Her magical touch robbed Power Girl of her strength and powers.
“Get your hands off me!” cried Power Girl. She struggled in Zatanna’s grip, but was only as strong as a normal woman now.
“Let her go, Zatanna!” ordered Fire. A ball of green flame formed around her hand. “Just let her go and we’ll talk about this.”
“Sdnob lacigam!” said Zatanna. The magical bonds formed around Power Girl, rendering her helpless.
“Fire! Stop her!” said Power Girl.
Fire aimed a blast at Zatanna, who countered with a hastily uttered spell. A gust of wind blew from her, meeting Fire’s flame and deflecting it. Small fires scattered around the room, including a small one at Wolf’s feet. He tipped the chair over onto the flame, ignoring the pain as he maneuvered the ropes onto the fire.
The energy expended by both Zatanna and Fire was enormous. Both women pushed themselves to the limit. Suddenly, Fire faltered, having spent her reserves. When she did, the blast of wind knocked her into the wall, and she slumped to the floor.
“Fire! No!” Ice cried, seeing her friend hurt. She sent a ram of ice into Zatanna, knocking her out. Then she rushed over to check on Fire. “Fire! Are you okay?”
In Western movies with barroom brawls, a chair shot to the back may stagger the hero, but it never takes him out. But a solid wood chair, swung properly, will do a lot of damage, especially to a woman who isn’t expecting it.
Wolf swung the chair properly.
Fire awoke to find her naked body entwined with Ice’s. The shock bolted her upright, which allowed her to see the note. She picked it up and read:
Great poses. Thanks for the pics. Much as I would like to keep your friends on a more permanent basis, the nature of their powers prohibits it. I’m a bit low on magical chains, and even the best gag can be worked out of, given time. Your choices are as follows. 1) Wait for me to return them after I take steps to ensure that they make no further attempts to “rehabilitate” me. 2) Search fruitlessly for me by yourselves. 3) Alert the Justice League, and have fun with justifying your illegal rogue op, as well as dealing with the repercussions of the damage done to the other heroines’ reputations. I have every confidence that you’ll make the right choice.
Until we meet again,
Wolf
“Son of a bitch”, muttered Fire.
“Where…where am I?” asked Power Girl upon awaking.
“Wrong pronoun. Where are we.” Wolf corrected. He gestured behind her.
Power Girl suddenly realized her predicament. She was on her knees, with her hands suspended above her head by a chain attached to her wrists. She tried to move her fingers, but they were encased in some kind of tape – her fingers, and someone else’s.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Zatanna in the same predicament. They were back to back, and their fingers, ankles, were taped together. A rope bound their torsos together. As long as any part of her remained in contact with Zatanna, she would be helpless.
“Zatanna! Are you all right?”
“She can’t answer you”, replied Wolf. “I can’t have her uttering any abracadabras.”
“You will never…”
“…get away with this? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised if that’s the best you can do.”
“Damn you!” Power Girl spat. Wolf smiled and slapped her. Power Girl cried out in pain and surprise. Zatanna could only moan into the gag.
“Don’t worry, Zatanna. Your time will come.”
“No! Do what you want with me, but leave her alone!”
Wolf slapped her again, hard, and was rewarded with a tear running down Power Girl’s cheek. “Save it. I’ve seen a heroine who really loved her companion try to save her from pain. You, on the other hand, will do anything to keep from admitting to yourself that you’ve wanted this ever since you became a superheroine.”
“That’s a lie!” Power Girl screamed.
“Methinks you protest too much. Think about it, and be honest with yourself for a change. Such a forceful leader. Such an outspoken feminist. Yet, your costume resembles a porn parody of superheroines. And why ‘Power Girl’, instead of at least ‘Power Woman’?”
“I…I…” sputtered Power Girl.
“You asked me earlier how a no-power shit like me captured Supergirl and Wonder Woman. I did it by setting deceptive traps that appealed to their heroic nature. You, on the other hand, are little more than a cliché. The strong woman who secretly yearns to be controlled. Compared to the others, you have all the power without any of their character.”
Wolf produced a remote control device and hit the record button. “Now to fulfill my promise to you. I’ll send you a copy if you’d like.”
Wolf grabbed Power Girl by the hair and tore her costume off with his other hand. She gasped as he cupped her chin and kissed her with force. He usually preferred a gentler touch with his captives, but his lack of respect for her demanded stronger measures. He raked his fingernails over her breasts and felt her shudder. Wolf’s mouth followed his hands, his tongue and teeth thoroughly working over each of her nipples. She cried out, trying to utter half-formed protestations before being overtaken by another sensation.
Wolf’s right hand moved to Power Girl’s ass and grabbed hard enough to bruise her. His left hand moved to her pubic hair. He snaked a finger through the blond curls and twisted them around and around in a corkscrew motion, until his finger was covered in fine hair. Then he gave a savage tug, lifting up her entire crotch with the force. Power Girl screamed as Wolf’s other fingers moved into her now soaking cunt. She thrashed about as much as she could, but her range of motion was restricted by her bonds to Zatanna.
Wolf dropped to the floor to lap at the juices running down Power Girl’s inner thighs. His mouth stumbled upon her throbbing clit, and he sucked it like the runt of the litter who finally gets a chance at the teat. She was shrieking incoherently now. Wolf couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain, and didn’t care.
He sat up and, impaled her with his cock while his hands held her head in place. He rotated his angle of penetration, hitting every point on the compass with each successive thrust. When he could no longer contain himself, Wolf pulled out and stuffed himself into her mouth before he ejaculated. Power Girl gagged and coughed but somehow managed to swallow it all.
When he was finished, Wolf gathered his things. He wouldn’t be able to use this safehouse any more, but it had been worth it. He returned to the bound heroines and crouched next to Zatanna. “Sorry about turning you into an artifical conjoined twin, but I knew your binding spell wouldn’t last long on her. And as beautiful as you are, I can’t see any way for me to ensure your captivity, short of cutting out your tongue.”
Zatanna’s eyes widened, and she shook her head furiously. Wolf traced a finger over her gag. “Shhhh. I would never mutilate a heroine. Someday I’ll learn to either counteract magic or use it myself. Then I’ll come for you. Until then…” He kissed Zatanna softly on the cheek before moving to her ear and down her throat. “…goodbye.”
“Well, if it isn’t my erstwhile customer”, said the shopkeeper. “To what do I owe the honor?”
“I’m the one who owes.” Wolf said. He handed the shopkeeper the money. “I put in an extra fifty to compensate you for your time from the other day.”
“Young man, that is absolutely not necessary”, said the shopkeeper as he put the money in the register and the extra fifty in his pocket. “Let me wrap these for you. And is there anything else I can help you with?”
Wolf handed him a cell phone number. “Yes. Please give me a call if you get any Justice League figures in.”
THE END