My albino attacker gripped me from behind and I knew. He cupped my full breasts in the palms of his large hands and I knew. He used his long fingers to gently knead the sensitive skin of my tits through the ultra-sheer fabric of my red and black costume and I knew.
“Oh, god,” I sighed to myself. “He’s got the touch.”
The touch-- It was a term I had coined to describe that rare breed of villain, those who, even in the midst of combat, when my adrenaline was pumping and my mind was completely focused on the task at hand, seemed to know how to touch me just so, in just such a way as to send a jolt of erotic electricity coursing up and down my spine. They were few and far between, these rare villains with the special touch, yet I could always tell. And I, the great Ms. Marvelous, a woman possessing the strength of ten men, feared them more than all others.
“Ah, yes!” the albino hissed into my right ear while tweaking my nipples. “This fight is all but over.”
It came as no great surprise to me that the albino punk knew of my weakness to sensual stimulation. The Sartak and the way it affects me had for some time been common knowledge throughout much of the criminal underworld in Megapolis. Such titillating news travels quickly among the criminal element, I had learned. After all, most of the gangs had felt my wrath and suffered under my reign as Protector of Megapolis, and rightfully considered me to be their mortal enemy. Any information regarding possible avenues of thwarting me was certain to spread rapidly.
That all the gangs did not know of my vulnerability, and some still did not, was merely the result of old gangland jealousies and hatreds. For most of the gangs, the hatred directed towards me was matched only by that they felt for the other gangs. But the El Tigeros certainly knew. From the moment I had stepped into this back alley and confronted them, they had tried desperately to use my weakness against me in order to bring me to my knees.
But knowing my weakness and using it against me are two different things. I had easily parried their weak attempts to grab at my tits and crotch, and made them pay a price with counter blows of my own. Some of the bangers were more relentless than others in their efforts to restrain and assault me, but none could match my speed, power, and fighting skill.
I have faced down countless gangs during my career as a crime-fighter, small-time outfits that control a few blocks of turf in the largest city in the world, selling drugs for a living, assaulting and raping and generally terrorizing the innocent people in the neighborhood and in some way getting a sick rush from it all. The young thugs that make up these gangs feel powerful, but in reality they are just pathetic. Too ignorant to know anything about the world and too sheltered to realize what an enormous and glorious place it really is, they waste their young lives away on foolish and pointless endeavors. Perhaps they are just evil, as my reporter friend Joel Steiner claims, but I refuse to put faith in such a morbid idea. Rather, I believe that all people have some good in them-- it is just that in some you have to look a little harder to find it.
When fighting these kids-- most of them even younger than my own twenty-two years of age—I try to take it easy on them. Yes, I recognize that they must be brought to justice and forced to answer for their evil deeds, but they need not be crippled. Despite Joel’s opinion, after all, these punks are not likely to be the future Don Refrains of the world. They are just screwed up kids that need someone to straighten them out.
And I am more than happy to do the straightening. As a super-heroine, I have busted up more of these small-time outfits than I can easily count. The scenario always plays out the same—The red and black clad heroine zips in and says something clever. The gang-bangers are surprised but then get brave. The bangers rush the heroine. The heroine trashes the bangers. The police show up, thank the heroine, then take the bangers either to jail or the hospital, depending on whether or not the heroine forgot her strength and got a little too rough. A few months later, the bangers are back on the street but ready to rethink their career choices.
And so it had gone on this night, at least up to a point. I had searched out the El Tigeros as a favor for an associate. The Tigers had moved in and set up a crack house next door to his elderly mother’s retirement home, and he wanted them gone. I was happy to comply with his request, not only because rooting out criminals is my job, but because I was hoping for a favor in return. Sometimes you have to do a favor to get one, after all.
At first, I found the El Tigeros to be altogether typical. Although they knew my weakness and made many boastful promises about how they were going to rape me, fuck my brains out, and screw me to death, they seemed completely incapable of carrying out these threats. As fighters, they were barely competent, and within a minute of the first exchange of blows, seven of the ten Tigers lay on the asphalt surface of the alley moaning and clutching at various injured body parts. But unfortunately for me, the battle was just getting started and would soon take a turn for the worse.
An eleventh gang member had somehow remained hidden in the shadows near the back of the alley. He was the leader of the gang, an albino Hispanic with a bad attitude named Shard. And as I faced off with the three still conscious members of his gang, Shard crawled out from his hole and got the drop on me from behind. I have the strength and toughness of ten men, but a pair of strikes across the back of the head from a Louisville Slugger can take some of the fight out of even me. With stars still flickering in front of my eyes, he grabbed me from the rear and slid his arms under my own. He held my body firmly against his and wrapped his hands across my chest. His six foot four inch frame, lean and strong, seemed to dwarf my own. Leverage for an escape attempt was difficult to find.
“The battle is all but over, super-bitch!” he repeated while securing his grip on my writhing figure. “I know what it takes to beat you and I am more than capable of making it happen!”
I grabbed at his hands and tried to wrench them away from my breasts. I was still dazed from the baseball bat shots to my head, though, and the attempt failed miserably. But I remained calm. Despite my situation, I knew that there was no reason to panic. My Caantonium-altered physiology recovers quickly from damage and I figured I would be able to get things back under control soon enough.
“Give up while you still can,” I suggested through clenched teeth. “All you are doing is making me angry. And you don’t want to make me angry--”
Rather than let me go, the big albino straightened up to his full height and leaned back slightly, lifting my one-hundred and thirty pound body off the ground. My feet dangled inches above the asphalt—If leverage had been difficult to find before, it was all but gone, now. The strong gang-leader easily supported my weight atop his abdomen. The bare skin of my back pressed tightly against that of his chiseled chest. I muttered a silent curse-- The fact that my attacker was shirtless would not help matters, I knew. Being pressed so tightly against him, bare flesh against bare flesh, would only increase the sensual stimulation.
Worse yet, I could feel the quickly swelling shaft of my opponent’s male-member jutting through his cotton chinos and pressing against the small of my back. From the rapid manner in which it seemed to grow, it was quite apparent that the albino was completely turned on by our tight-quarters match. The soft, baggy, fabric of his pants seemed to do little to inhibit the growth of his hard rod and soon the massive thing had driven upward and found a home in the crease of my spinal column. At best, it was distracting. At worst, the feel of the hard shaft, its warmth perceptible even through the cotton fabric that barely contained it, was debilitating.
The leader of the El Tigeros continued to hold me aloft, doing a good job of both restraining my movements and stimulating my sensitive breasts. His fingers danced across my nipples in a masterful ballet and once again I was forced to admit that he had the touch. I looked down at my chest—The sight of his pale white hands holding and massaging the lightly tanned skin of my fleshy mounds filled me with despair. He cupped them in his large palms, lifting them higher on my chest and prompting more blood to rush into their already engorged forms. His thumbs and forefingers alternated between drawing circular lines across the soft flesh and torturing my hardening nipples. Already, after only forty-five seconds of being held within his firm grip, my tits were beginning to ache.
Another thirty seconds went by. An unwanted but undeniable sensation rocked my slender body as the Sartak began to take over. My hands slipped from his wrists and fell to my sides. A heavy moan escaped my lips and my head fell backward against my attacker’s left shoulder. Shard took advantage of my situation by attacking the side of my vulnerable throat, nibbling and kissing and licking my skin like a
ravenous animal. His tongue and lips quickly located erogenous zones on my neck that I would have preferred to remain hidden. Without thinking, I turned my head to the right in a poorly considered attempt to relieve the sensual stimulation being applied to my throat—The leader of the El Tigeros responded by planting a firm and nearly overwhelming kiss on my full, slightly parted, red lips.
My eyes opened wide as the big Hispanic assaulted me in this new and altogether personal way. His soft lips seemed to smother my own. Before I could react or even protest, his hot tongue entered my mouth and wrapped itself over mine. For a long moment, I could not breath and I could not think. My mind was swimming. I was enduring too much too quickly, I knew. The powerful sensations washing across my body were destroying me and for the first time in this fight, I felt that I might lose.
“No!” I screamed as I jerked my mouth away from his. “You will not have me!”
But my declaration did little to improve my situation. Though my lips were now free from the overwhelming kiss that had been placed upon them, the side of my neck was once again vulnerable. Shard resumed his devouring of my sensitive flesh and once again displayed an uncanny knack for locating my erogenous zones. It seemed that the big Hispanic could read my reactions perfectly—Somehow, he seemed able to decipher the physical responses of my body, as subtle as they might be, and discover exactly those spots on my neck that caused me the most pleasure. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to assault my aching tits. I moaned in unwanted ecstasy as he continued his attack, unchallenged by me, for another thirty seconds.
Finally, Shard looked up from his work. His lips were moist with a mixture of his saliva and my own. He cleared his throat and addressed the three remaining Tigers. “Now! While she is weak, come and help me! We will make the great Ms. Marvelous our whore and then all the gangs will have to pay tribute to us for doing them this great favor. And all will have to recognize me, Shard the Marvelous, as the strongest gang lord in Megapolis!”
As much as I detested the way the big albino insolently took my moniker for his own, there was little, at the moment, that I could do about it. My tits were burning and my mind reeling. I could feel the strength draining from my arms and legs as his fingers and mouth resumed their work on my breasts and neck.
“Oh, god, I moaned silently. “How can he know just how to touch me?”
The faces of the three still-standing Tigers had by now exploded into huge smiles. None of the subordinate bangers was over the age of twenty, I was sure, and this was certainly the greatest thing to ever happen to them. They were going to be part of gangland history—The men that finally defeated the Ms. Marvelous.
Or maybe, I considered, they were just horny. After all, history did not seem to be as important to the three bangers as simply getting some ass. And the chance to fuck a beautiful blonde would make any young man break out in a smile. In any case, the chance to fuck me seemed to be just what their pale-skinned leader was offering. Unsure that he could defeat me on his own, I guess, or perhaps because he was in a generous mood, Shard was now calling in the troops to help him finish the job.
“Carlos, you go on the left. Miguel, you take the right. Roberto, you in the middle. We’ll show this super-bitch what the El Tigeros are capable of!”
I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to shake off the cobwebs left over from the blows to my head. And I was starting to recover, I knew. My mind was clearing and I could feel a little bit of strength returning to my arms. But Shard’s gang-brothers were about to join in and I was in a bad spot. If I did not act quickly, I might never get another chance.
Miguel reached for my right leg. I lifted my foot and kicked him away. He tried again and I kicked harder, this time nailing him in the chops with the edge of my heel. He recoiled like a ball off the rail of a billiards table and fell heavily to the asphalt. The young banger rubbed a broken jaw and groaned in pain before passing out. “That’s it,” I thought. “Just two more, plus Shard.”
But the other one, the one called Carlos, attacked me from the left before I could react. The young banger clenched his hands together, wound up, and drove a double-handed chop into my abdominal muscles with everything he had. So powerful was the blow that even Shard, holding me from behind, felt it. He grunted and was forced back a step, though he maintained his balance and his grip on my body. I have to admit that the blow hurt me and for a moment I was unable to respond. Carlos followed up on his advantage by grabbing my left leg firmly in his strong hands.
Seeing that Carlos had me at a disadvantage, Roberto rushed in on the right to take the place of the downed Miguel. He wrapped my right leg under his arm and pinned it against the side of his body. Working together, the two gang-bangers lifted my legs higher in the air, parting my thighs in the process.
I was now closely surrounded by bangers on all sides, held upright and off the ground in a sitting, reclined, position, my legs spread to the sides in front of me.
Restrained on all sides, I struggled within the grip of my opponents like an anaconda snake, my slim figure writhing this way and that in series of sudden, violent motions. But my attackers were young and strong and somehow they managed to retain control of my super-powered body. Then, without warning, Shard pinched down hard on my sensitive nipples. My body stiffened as a new wave of erotic sensations exploded over my weakening form. I bit my lower lip in a successful effort not to cry out, but it was a small and trivial victory.
On my left, Carlos smiled sinisterly as he eyed my femininely shape. He shifted his stance so that he could hold my leg with one hand and use the other to reach under me and cop a less than gentle feel on my ass. His fingers slid beneath the thin material of my bikini bottom and into my butt crack. The tip of his middle finger toyed with my vulnerable hole and threatened to enter me.
Roberto, drawing inspiration from the actions of his associate, drew his free hand down and across the length of my right thigh. My body jerked as his fingers made contact with my crotch. To my dismay, the young Hispanic began feverishly rubbing my womanhood, working his fingers up and down across my nether-lips. I gasped as the entrance to my pussy, already primed and moist due to Shard’s torture of my tits and neck, was assaulted over and over again by the hand of Roberto. The ultra-thin fabric of my costume provided little protection as the boy’s fingers furiously worked me over. Once again, my head fell backward onto the shoulder of Shard, and once again I had to bite my lower lip to avoid crying out in anguish. My eyes closed as I tried desperately to stave off the new wave of sensations emanating from my crotch.
Meanwhile, the albino leader of the El Tigeros continued to do his part in my subjugation by repeatedly drawing soft circles around my hardening buds with his fingers. My swelling breasts jutted from my chest like large, firm, water balloons, filling his hands with as much flesh as he could handle. My rock hard nipples pointed skyward and screamed each time his fingers brushed across them. He massaged my engorged mounds relentlessly. As his stiff shaft, pressing against the crease of my back through his chinos, grew yet larger and warmer, a heavy sigh escaped my full red lips and I nearly resigned myself to the inevitability of my ultimate defeat.
The Sartak was growing stronger within me, not only robbing my lithe body of strength but also filling my mind with all kinds of erotic imagery. I was going to be gang-raped by three young bangers, I now knew. They would take me, here in this dark alley, over and over again, until their unquenchable teenage lust was somehow satisfied. They would fuck me in every orifice of my body and there was nothing that I could do to stop them—
“Stop it!” I shouted silently at myself. “Do not give in to the imagery! Do not allow the Sartak to win!”
I forced my head up and looked for any opportunity that might be found. I needed to escape immediately, I knew. I needed to find a way out of this mess. I needed to—
“Oh, god...”
The sight of my breasts, huge and swollen, being squeezed and teased within the pale hands of Shard nearly did me in. How long had we been like this, I wondered? How long had he been working me over? Were the breasts that I saw jutting into the air really mine? The mounds were so swollen, so distended—My nipples, too, seemed to protrude much farther than I ever could have imagined that they would. Not just the buds, though these were clearly visible through the thin fabric of my costume, but the entire cups of my nipples seemed ready to explode from my chest.
Looking beyond my aching tits, down and across my bare, flat, stomach, I could see the upper portion of Roberto’s right hand. He was still at it, furious rubbing my womanhood through the fabric of my bikini bottom. He fingers had opened me up, exposing my slit and pushing the cloth inside. I was sure that the cloth had adhered itself to my open nether mouth perfectly—it adheres itself to anything that it come into contact with—and that my swelling clitoris and lips were nicely outlined for benefit of my
attacker. That Roberto began to target his rubbing more precisely, drawing his thumb and fingers across my most sensitive regions in a more deliberate and effective manner, soon confirmed my suspicions.
“This girl is so wet!” he shouted in joy. “I haven’t even gotten inside her and she is dripping!”
“You do her, brother,” Carlos replied. “I’ll drill her from the other side and we’ll meet in the middle!”
To my exasperation, Carlos seemed ready to make good on his half of the agreement. The fingers of his right hand, which had been toying with my butt-crack, now made a more aggressive move for my vulnerable anus. The tip of the middle digit quickly found my hole and dipped just inside. My back arched and I clenched in an effort to keep him out, but I was at an extreme disadvantage. My attacker looked me in the eyes and smiled, then thrust his finger deeper inside me. A jolt of pain rocked my body, but it was insignificant compared to the erotic sensations that soon followed.
“No...” I pleaded weakly. “You must not... do such a thing...”
“Be glad it is only my finger,” the young criminal snarled back at me. “Pretty soon it will be my cock!”
As if to drive home the point, Carlos forced his finger further inside my hole, pressing it inward until he had it to the middle knuckle. I moaned loudly as he wiggled it back and forth within my depths. My head dropped back against Shard’s shoulder. My eyes again closed. I whimpered in weak protest as my three attackers continued with their assault on my helpless form for another sixty seconds. My arms dangled loosely at my sides. My parted legs were limp within the grips of my opponents. My athletic body no longer writhed within their grasp. I no longer struggled.
Once again, the erotic images began overtaking my conscious mind. The Sartak is a devious foe, I have learned, sinisterly striving to weaken my willpower and force me to give in to the physical responses of my over-sexed body. And deep within my loins, I could feel a massive orgasm beginning to build. I would soon be defeated, I knew. I would soon be destroyed.
“Roberto,” Shard said over my right shoulder while continuing to massage my aching breasts, “drop you pants and get inside this bitch. I’ve heard that if we fuck her, she will give us no more problems.”
The young gang-banger was more than happy to comply. Shifting my leg from the right side of his body to the left, where he then held it pinned between his arm and torso, he slid between my thighs and undid the clasp of his pants. More out of a morbid curiosity than anything else, I opened my eyes a crack to see what it was that I was going to receive. I watched as he unzipped his pants and reached inside with his right hand. The monster he pulled out terrified me. A cold chill ran up my spine as the enormous man-spike quickly swelled and stiffened. My eyes opened wider as it grew to its full, nine-inch length.
Noticing that my eyes were locked on his huge member, Roberto smiled and used his hand to lift the beast higher into the air. He slapped it down across my pubes and smiled in eager anticipation. “Yeah, baby. This pole is all for you. You had better be a good girl and take it all in, or Senor Roberto is going to rip you in two!”
The fully-loaded gang-banger took a step back and allowed his enormous cock to drop off of me. His hand reached for my bikini bottom and took hold of it just inside my left thigh. He gave it a good pull and was surprised when the fabric did not tear.
“What the fuck?” he asked in puzzlement. “What’s this stuff made of, anyway?”
Roberto pulled on the costume again, this time using more force, but still it did not tear. Had I not been so weakened, I probably would have laughed as the boy struggled to rip off my costume. How was he to know that it was made from a special and nearly indestructible material? How was he to know that he would never be able to tear it?
The young gang-banger obviously did not take failure well. Releasing my right leg, he used both hands to try and rip off my bikini bottom. He was being stupid, really, as he could just as easily moved the fabric to one side or the other of my crotch and exposed me. But he was stubborn and refused to believe that my costume would get the better of him. He tugged and pulled, determined to see the fabric torn from my body. The material stretched and expanded, but always returned to its original shape. I could see anger building on Roberto’s face.
Carlos removed his hand from my ass in order to lend assistance to his fellow Tiger. I sighed in relief as his finger exited my aching anus. I raised my head and tried to regain my composure. I took a deep breath. While these two buffoons vainly struggled with my costume, I decided, I would try to escape.
I knew that this might be my only opening and that I needed to make the best of it. Shard was still working over my tits, but even his efforts had slowed as he was distracted by what was going on below. I tried to ignore him, knowing that despite the debilitating damage that he had done to me, I needed to deal with his two subordinates, first. It was they, and most especially Roberto, that represented the greatest and most immediate danger to me. I had little doubt but that I would be utterly defeated should he slide his huge pole into my wet and now receptive hole.
But the young banger had made a serious mistake. In his eagerness to rip away my costume, he had released his hold on my right leg. I had already used my leg to remove Miguel from the fight, and now it was time to do the same to Roberto.
“Hey, stud,” I said to get his attention.
Roberto, pissed off due to his inability to tear my costume, lifted his head and stared at me in a rage. “What do you want, super-whore? Are you impatient for my cock? You want me to poke you right now and--”
I lifted my foot and stomped the boy in the face. I guess I still had some strength left, because Roberto’s head snapped backward like it was on a rubber band. He crumpled like a rag-doll on the floor of the alley, his pants down and his once magnificent cock shrinking to nothing more than a limp noodle.
“What the hell?” Carlos demanded while spinning to look upon his fallen comrade. “What did you do, bitch?”
I answered his question by slamming my foot into the side of his head with a vicious snap kick. The blow caught him on the ear and probably burst his eardrum. In any case, he fell to the ground even less gracefully than his friend and was out of the fight.
My situation had improved dramatically, but Shard still held me from behind. My legs, now free of restraint, dangled off the surface of the alley floor and could find no leverage. But my adrenaline was once again pumping. I was sure that I could rip the big albino’s hands away from my chest and—
“Aaaaaagh!”
I cried out as Shard pinched down on my sensitive nipples with his forefingers and thumbs. While still pinching me, he lifted my swollen breasts high on my chest and then squeezed them tight against my body. It felt as if my tits might explode, but the sensation was much more pleasure than pain. My concentration was broken. Whatever strength I had regained was lost. I moaned loudly as my attacker continued to roughly squeeze and pinch my engorged breasts for several more seconds.
Sensing that I was near the end, and perhaps tiring of holding my one hundred and thirty pounds in the air, Shard suddenly released his grip on me and tossed me to the ground. I landed roughly against the asphalt and curled up into a ball. I tried desperately to gain control of the erotic sensations flowing freely through the length of my body. I tried to control the Sartak. I tried to suppress the massive orgasm that lingered deep and unsatisfied within my loins.
My albino opponent stood over my prone form and glanced in the direction of his fallen comrades. “Never ask boys to do a man’s job,” he declared spitefully. “This bitch is going to be my whore and mine alone!”
Shard reached down and grabbed a handful of my blonde hair. As he lifted me to my feet, he forced my face to drag across the iron-like rod protruding from his cotton chinos. This simple action had a devastating effect on my psyche as images of the big banger plunging his power-pole into my wet pussy filled my mind and nearly broke my will.
“No...” I muttered weakly. “Please, do not... rape me...”
The powerfully built young man lifted me to a standing position and held me tightly against his naked chest. My aching breasts mashed against his well-defined chest. His massive cock, barely restrained in his baggy pants, slanted downward at an angle and pushed itself into my gap. Its warm, knobby, head pressed against the separated lips of my pussy and seemed ready to penetrate me, pants or no pants. Still gripping my hair, Shard tilted my head back and stared into my eyes.
“You aren’t so tough,” he stated sinisterly. “You’re just another hot little blond princess that needs a good fucking from a barrio brother. But before you get fucked, you need to learn who the boss is.”
I failed to defend myself as his fist rocketed off my jaw and sent me tumbling back to the asphalt. He picked me up a second time and again stared into my wide blue eyes. What I saw in his pale eyes was cold, emotionless, and empty. Shard was not like the others, I knew. He was a true monster-- Evil to the core.
He bitch slapped me a second time and again I was sent crashing to the ground. I was taking a beating, but secretly hoped that he would keep it up. I am tough, after all, and as long as he was hitting me he was not assaulting me sensually. If anything, the painful blows to my face were clearing my mind and reinvigorating me with a new sense of hope.
A final blow sent me crashing into the side of the building that formed the inner wall of the alley. I struggled to my feet without assistance, this time, and then turned to face my foe. I could feel strength returning to my arms. I was sure that the tide of the battle was about to swing back in my favor.
“That’s enough, Shard!” I declared. “Now it’s time for your comeuppance. You will pay for your crimes and--”
My premature statement was cut short as the big albino wrapped his left hand around my neck and slammed me back first into the wall. He held me against it, using his powerful hand to both restrain and choke me. Still, I was not overly concerned. Despite all that I had endured and despite my weakened condition, I was confident that I would win in a battle of strength. I took his wrist in my hands and prepared to free myself—
Suddenly, Shard’s free hand made contact with my crotch. The leader of the Tigers wasted little time in working his hand underneath the fabric of my bikini bottom and slipping a pair of fingers inside my wet hole. My eyes opened wide and I gasped in protest as he quickly worked them back and forth within me. He began moving his hand like a piston, up and down, thrusting his fingers in and out of me with a rapid precision. He was like a machine, furiously working me over with a single purpose in mind. He wanted to bring me off now, immediately. He wanted the battle to be over. He wanted to destroy me.
I moaned loudly as a series of powerful sensations flooded across my already weakened body. Shard’s fingers were moving in and out of me like lightning, not giving me a chance to think, not giving me a chance to act, not even, it seemed, giving me a chance to breath. My chest heaved as I struggled to take in air and gain control of the monumental feelings rushing across my athletic figure. But he would not relent. There was no respite. His fingers owned me. Up and down, up and down. Faster still, faster still.
I thought I might die. I thought I might be consumed. My arms went weak and my hands fell away from his wrist. My legs went limp and only Shard’s grip on my neck, pressing me against the wall of the alley, held me upright.
The albino continued his assault on my pussy with a furious intensity. The sensations exploding across my body were almost unendurable. My womanly juices dripped and sprayed from my overly taxed box with each new thrust and pull of his fingers. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned uncontrollably. The orgasm that had nearly been subdued now raged closer to its ultimate fruition.
I knew that if I did not act immediately I would be finished. So close was my orgasm that I knew I might have only seconds to go. And if I climaxed, I knew, I would be defeated. My super-powers would vanish and I would slip into a state of sensual shock. I would be helpless and at the mercy of my fierce attacker.
But what could I do? My foe was working his fingers in and out of my sopping pussy at lightning- like speed. He was clearly determined to bring me off as quickly as possible. He was dominating me. But I remembered the strength that I had regained only moments before. I needed to tap into that strength, now, or it would be too late.
My legs stiffened as the orgasm neared its culmination. I rose up onto my tiptoes. Even now, I knew, the climax might be beyond the point of no return. But I had to persist. I had to try. If this were to be my last battle then I would go down fighting.
“No!” I cried out with a burst of adrenaline charged energy. “I will not allow this!”
I raised my left arm and chopped downward on my opponent’s left wrist with everything I could muster. Shard grimaced but held firm. The fingers of his right hand continued their ferocious assault on
my womanhood. But I would not be denied. I gripped his left forearm in my right hand and pushed upward, hyper-extending it at the elbow. Not willing to risk a broken arm, the albino gang-leader was forced to release his grip on my throat. It was all the room I needed. With his right hand still working over my pussy, Shard was defenseless. My left fist crashed into the center of his face with tremendous force. He reeled back in pain as a gush of blood emerged from his broken nose.
Shard removed his hand from my crotch and used it to hold back the torrent of blood. He cursed madly before launching a new attack. I barely dodged the overhand right aimed for my head. His fist met the brick wall behind me with a sickening crack. Enraged, the albino fired off a left. Again, I managed to dodge the powerful blow and again it collided with the wall behind. Crying out in pain, Shard stumbled away from me, back into the middle of the alley.
I remained flattened against the wall on my tiptoes, my teeth clenched together and my fingers tightened into fists. I closed my eyes and focused all my remaining energy in an attempt to subdue the powerful orgasm that was nearly ready to explode from my sopping pussy. Finally, after several long moments during which it was touch and go, the muscles of my long and slender body began to relax. My eyes reopened and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
The battle was over. The albino leader of the El Tigeros had slumped to his knees in the center of the alley. Shard held his broken hands out in front of him. His knotted fingers curled into tight little balls. And as I looked down on him, I felt an emotion that is difficult to describe, something akin to sympathy, but not quite—A feeling of loss, perhaps, but also one of relief, as I knew that this villain would never again possess the touch.
“So,” said the man standing on the other side of the glass. “I assume that the El Tigeros gave you little trouble? You have taken care of them?”
My cheeks blushed as I recalled the battle. I was well aware that my nipples, still tingling from the abuse they had received at the hands of Shard, earlier in the day, were protruding noticeably from beneath the thin fabric of my red and black costume. “Yes, um... No problem. I have done as you asked and the Tigers are now residing in the city jail. Your mother’s retirement home should receive no further trouble from the gang.”
The man smiled. It was a thin, sinister looking little smile that raised goose bumps on my skin. “Good! Perhaps that young hooligan, Shard, will get what is coming to him, after all. I suppose that I owe you my gratitude, Ms. Marvelous.”
I looked the man up and down. His spindly frame was light of build and his hair beginning to gray. His cheeks had a hollow appearance to them that I had not previously noticed. His eyes were dark and cold, and no longer reflected the angry fire that had once consumed him. It was almost difficult for me to believe that this was the same man that had once terrorized Megapolis and battled against me on an equal footing, only a few short months before.
“And perhaps you can repay the debt,” I suggested.
“Ah, yes, the favor. I believe I can guess what it might be.”
“Really?”
The sinister smile grew larger. “Of course. I may have lost my sanity, but I have not lost my
intelligence. You wish to know of the androids, yes?”
A chill ran up my spine and I was suddenly quite pleased to be separated from my counterpart by
the pane of glass. It was silly, I knew, for surely he no longer represented any physical threat to my well- being. After all, without the super-powered crimson body armor that he had donned while rampaging through the streets of downtown Megapolis, he was no more than a frail and aging inventor. Still, Howard Bilken possessed one of the most brilliant and potentially devious minds on the planet. He was also quite insane.
“Yes,” I replied, “the androids. Jack and Jill Hill—They have taken residence in Megapolis and associated themselves with the crime lord, Don Refrain. I need to know everything about them, Howard. I need to know everything that you know.”
The mad inventor rubbed his skeletal-like hands against the sides of his pant legs, wishing, as he always did, that the orange jumpsuit in which he was clothed had pockets. He never knew what to do with his hands, it seemed. They were always in motion, always moving from place to place, clutching at one another or scratching his shoulders or flicking at his hair. Finally, he crossed his arms and pressed each hand under the opposing armpit, just to keep them still.
“Here at the clinic, they do not allow me to have my normal clothing,” he stated as if in explanation. “My wardrobe is limited to this ghastly jumpsuit, I am afraid. It doesn’t seem right. It is cruel and unusual punishment to take a man’s clothes. It just doesn’t seem right.”
“Tell me about the androids,” I prodded in a soothing voice.
“Yes, the androids. I had heard that they were in Megapolis. I take it that you have not yet encountered them, yes? For surely, if you had, you would not have survived. Not that I would demean your own impressive abilities, but Jack and Jill may be out of your league. It is not only that they are terrifically strong and quick, but they have been programmed in ways that may be highly dangerous to someone with your particular, um, weaknesses.”
I did not reply but I knew what Bilken was talking about. During my battle against him, in which he had partnered with Solar Flare and nearly defeated me, he had learned of my weakness to sensual stimulation. And I also knew, from my previous encounter with the androids, that they were especially capable when it came to taking advantage of my weakness. That I had escaped with my life was due only to the fact that they had an engagement elsewhere and did not have the time or desire to finish me off.
“You see,” he continued, “the androids have been programmed with a strong sexual impulse. They have been taught the various intricacies of fellatio and will not hesitate to use it. As I understand it, the two miscreants have already cleansed Los Angeles of its super-heroine population. They seem to make a hobby of raping and plundering gorgeous young super-fems such as yourself. Now that they are here, in Megapolis, you may find yourself at great peril.”
“Tell me more,” I insisted. “Tell me why they were created.”
Bilken shrugged. “My old lab, Camtronics, experimented with all types of various technologies. I was primarily involved with the development of body suits and armors, though as the lead scientist at the lab, I was privy to the details behind the creation of the androids. JK-H11 and JL-H11 were the last and most advanced of the prototypes we developed. They were extremely expensive to build, as machines go, and none of us believed that they would ever have any practical application beyond merely demonstrating that Camtronics possessed the most advanced robotics technology in existence.
“In truth, we did not realize what we had done. For not only were the androids, which we gave the monikers Jack and Jill, examples of highly advanced robotics and computer technology, they also had the ability to become sentient. By the time we realized this, it was too late.”
“But why the bizarre programming? Why fellatio?”
Bilken snickered and scanned my lithe body up and down. The blush on my cheeks deepened and I crossed my arms over my chest in a self-conscious attempt to cover my swollen breasts—breasts that he had once held in his hands and played with.
“Yes, I was not directly involved in that matter. It seems that some of the junior team members felt the androids might make suitable sex surrogates. Imagine my astonishment when I discovered that our most expensive and advanced creations were being used as little more than oversized vibrators!”
“I see. And when the androids became sentient and learned to reprogram themselves, they retained this particular portion of their previous training?”
The mad inventor giggled like a schoolboy. “You must remember that Jack and Jill have been constructed with such an advanced technology that they are able to feel emotions. I can only assume that they enjoy sex. As emotional beings, however, they are like children. If they discover something that they like, they will want to experience it as frequently as possible.”
My eyes narrowed. “It seems that they have developed a taste for super-heroines.”
“And if they have truly partnered with Don Refrain, it is likely that they shall seek you out, Ms. Marvelous. May heaven help you.”
I did not like the way Bilken continued to stare at my body. I wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible. But I needed more.
“Surely they must have weaknesses?”
Howard hesitated before replying. “There is no on-off switch, if that is what you are asking. But all things have weaknesses, I suppose. If you look hard enough, you will find them.”
“Can you be more specific?”
“The androids have internal power cells with a nearly infinite lifespan. It is likely that they will still be walking around the earth a thousand years after we have perished. Their skeletal frames are constructed of high-grade aluminum and covered with a titanium shell. Their internal components are fused at the molecular level, have redundant backups, and are virtually impervious to physical harm. Yet for all their advanced technology, Jack and Jill are still basically just computers. Sentient computers capable of mobility and defense, to be sure, but still computers. And all computers, when you get right down to it, are vulnerable to certain types of external stimuli.”
Satisfied, I turned to leave. “Thank you, Doctor Bilken. You have been very helpful.”
“But wait,” he said while checking out my ass. “Don’t you want to know where to find them?” I stopped in my tracks but remained facing away from him. “Do you know?”
“Of course. It is so simple, really. Don’t you understand? The androids were created here, in
Megapolis. They were shipped to Los Angeles only later, after the development phase was complete. Don’t you see? They have returned home. They have come back to the place of their birth.”
“The old Camtronics lab?”
“Precisely,” the voice behind me confirmed. “In the robotics wing of the lab. I am absolutely certain that you will find them there.”
My face hardened with determination. “Then that is where I shall go. It is time that the Hills were brought to justice, and I am just the girl to handle the job.”
“Or get handled,” Bilken snickered as I left.
I left the clinic and took to the sky. “So, now I know where the androids are hiding,” I said to myself while gaining altitude. “I suppose there is no point in delaying. I will pay the Hills a visit very soon—this evening, in fact. But first, I need to keep an appointment with an old friend. And perhaps he will be able to provide me with important information of a completely different kind.”