The heavy metal doors slammed shut behind me with a disturbing finality. It was as if the building itself was telling me something. Now that it had me, it seemed to be saying, it would never allow me to leave.
I tried to put the grim thought out of my mind. An overly active imagination wouldn’t get me anywhere. Besides, I told myself, what did powerful super-heroine like myself have to fear? I have the strength of ten men. In my guise of Ms. Marvelous, I have battled against some of the toughest criminals in Megapolis and come out on top. The man I was searching for now was nothing compared to these others. He had no super-powers and no gang of enforcers to protect him.
Still, beneath the skin-hugging fabric of my red and black costume, I am just a young woman. My physical attributes have been augmented to incredible levels, but I am only twenty-two years old. I am still relatively inexperienced. I am no coward, but I still get scared. In times like these, especially, when I am stepping into the unknown with no idea of the dangers that await me, I sometimes feel the icy grip of fear wrapping its gnarled fingers around my heart.
But this is what I do. I am a champion of justice. The people of Megapolis count on me to protect them. I gladly put my life on the line every time I don my uniform and take to the sky as Ms. Marvelous. I am a hero and I wear my costume proudly. It is what I do and it is who I am. It takes more than a pair of slamming doors to shake my confidence.
I turned and discovered that the smooth interior surfaces of the doors were unmarked. There were no doorknobs or handles, no latches or frames. Even the crack between the two doors was barely visible. I pushed against the doors and found them, surprisingly, to be a match for my incredible strength. I shrugged and turned away. I didn’t really want to leave, anyway.
A small overhead light cast a glow across the entryway. Beyond I could see only darkness. There were no windows, no additional light sources, merely the pitch blackness of a cellar cut off from the world above. It was like another world, this basement, separate and apart from the city street above.
I stepped forward, out of the light and into the shadows. The air, cool and dank, was perfectly still around me. The fingers of my right hand slid across the surface of the wall, guiding me. I extended my left hand out in front of my chest, groping in the darkness. Sooner or later, I figured, I would come across a light switch and be able to put to an end to this cursed blindness.
I had come to this dark and musty place in search of Louie “The Bone” Logato. My reporter
friend at the Gazette, Joel Reiner, had alerted me to Louie’s criminal activities some weeks before. Louie, it turned out, was total slime, a barely human young man who dealt in smut and perversion and preyed upon helpless children in order to finance his expensive drug habit. He was child pornographer and the lowest kind of scum.
Intent on ending his reign of villainy and bringing him to justice, I hounded Louie at every turn. I closed down his smut operation a piece at a time, taking out his operatives, destroying his inventory, and scaring away his customers. Though his empire of porn was not so large as some others, notably that of the infamous Don Refrain, Louie had never the less cornered a small piece of the action that appealed to those with a fetish for hardcore and children. It disgusted me to my core and I swore that I would bring the Bone before a judge.
What had surprised me most about Louie, though, were the seeming contradictions in his personality. As I learned more about him, I discovered that he was a young man, only twenty-six years old, from a respectable and wealthy family. He was intelligent and college educated. By all accounts, he was charming and handsome, and at one time considered by the ladies to be one of the top eligible bachelors in the city. But his stock had since dropped—He had acquired a taste for heroin that had quickly depleted his limited personal funds. Shocked by his drug habit, his family had disowned him and forced him to make his own way in a harsh world.
But his way had not been the one they might have imagined. Rather than cleaning himself up and making amends, Louie Logato had instead turned to crime. Allowing his dark perversions to rise to the surface and consume an otherwise normal personality, the young man quickly learned that profit could be had at the expense of the defenseless. In a city like Megapolis, suitable children are easy to find—Homeless and often times abandoned, unnoticed even, the kids were easy to lure away with false promises of rewards and attention. Drugged, abused, and later abandoned and forgotten in some backstreet alley, the kids were victims that would normally find no justice.
But I am Ms. Marvelous. I would be the bearer of their justice. No matter how long it took, I would find Louie the Bone and make him pay for what he had done.
And now my search had brought me here, to this dank basement. It was Louie’s last refuge, I was sure, his last hiding place. My investigations had turned up the address, here in the heart of the Darkwater, of Louie’s headquarters. It was here that he made his porno films and hosted his web site. It was here that he fulfilled the darkest desires of a perverted human nature.
But where, exactly? I had walked several paces into the building and yet all I could see was darkness. Was this the right place? Had I somehow gotten the wrong address?
The cool air of the basement nipped at my bare thighs and abdomen. The temperature in the cement lined entryway was seemingly colder even than that of the February evening above. It was an unlikely place for a headquarters, I began to think. But just as I was about to turn back, my outstretched hand encountered the hard surface of another door. From beyond, I could make out the muffled sounds of voices. “Finally!” I said to myself.
My fingers quickly located a knob. The door was locked but a quick tug from my super-powerful arm wrenched the latch from its moorings. I swung the door open and stepped into the hallway beyond.
There was light here, but of an odd sort. Dozens of televisions screens, mounted into the walls, lined each side of the hallway. Nearly every square inch of the walls were consumed by the screens. The ceiling, too, was dominated by screens. The flickering light of the television sets radiated throughout the hallway eerily. As I stepped forward, my slender form was painted in the light, my smooth skin and the sheer fabric of my costume reflecting the images back at screens.
My mouth fell agape as I looked at the sets. Naked bodies, writhing in passionate embraces, filled the screens. Men and women, doing the wild thing-- women clutching men, men clutching women, women clutching women, groups, fetishes, all types of intercourse—everywhere I looked, men and women fulfilling their darkest carnal desires on film. I looked above me, to my left and to my right.
Everywhere, there was sex. Everywhere there was raw animal passion.
Many of the screens featured close-ups of key body parts—breasts and pussies, cocks and butts, nearly always slamming together with the erotic motions of men and women going at it ferociously.
Dildos and vibrators, whips and chains, devices of all kinds, being used in ways I had never witnessed or imagined. I was shocked and appalled by these outrageous displays of carnal perversion, but I felt something else, as well. To my shame, I must admit that I was somehow entranced by what I was seeing, as if these images, the likes of which I had never seen before, somehow struck a nerve deep inside my being. At the very least, I was curious. At the most, I was—well, needless to say, I didn’t want to think about it. The prospect of facing up to a suppressed side of my personality was not something I wanted to do at this moment.
I continued to walk down the hallway, trying to ignore the hideous images that surrounded me on all sides. I tried to keep my face and eyes forward, focused on where I was going. But the hallway had angles, turns to the left and right that presented still more walls and television screens. It was like some kind of sick maze and each wrong turn brought me face to face with yet another image of sexual intercourse. No matter where I looked, other than straight down at the floor, I could not help but see pictures of men and women embraced, pressing together and involved in all types of sex and positions.
Missionary sex, oral sex, anal sex, doggy style, deep throat, sixty-nine-- positions I would not have thought conceivable or possible—the images were intense, erotic, and all around me. It was as if I were in the middle of some kind of video orgy, with no escape in sight.
I quickly became lost in the maze. I found it difficult to concentrate. Confusion began overtaking my senses. I didn’t know which way to go or even where I had been. The flickering light of the televisions was oddly hypnotic. The erotic images being displayed added to my confusion. My attempts at ignoring
the carnal activity were further thwarted by the sounds that filled the hallway. From each television set came the noises of men and women groaning, moaning, grunting, and screaming from within the thralls of ecstatic passion. Like the images, the sounds came at me from all directions, increasing momentarily on one side of the hallway or the other as various video lovers reached their climaxes.
To my left, a particularly loud female was moaning her head off. Unable to hold back my curiosity any longer, I stopped and turned to look. There, on a giant sized screen that completely dominated this section of wall, I saw the woman, a very attractive brunette, getting severely impaled from behind by a heavily muscled man with the largest cock I had ever seen. The shaft of the monstrous thing was thick and heavy with large veins protruding along its length, and though it was half buried within the stretched and gaping hole of the woman, I guessed its length to be at least twelve inches. “Could this be?” I wondered. “Do some men really grow so large?”
I found that I could not take my eyes off the man’s huge cock. I watched in horror and astonishment as the man rammed his huge tool deep inside the panting woman. Suddenly, the image switched to a different angle and I could see the woman’s face. Red, her teeth clenched, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head and a bead of sweat hanging from the tip of her nose, the woman seemed to be in terrible anguish. But I could see that it was an anguish from which she desired no escape. She wanted to be had by the animal behind her. She wanted to be thoroughly fucked.
The camera angle switched back and I could again see the man as he rammed his massive tool inside his partner time and time again. His long hair, damp with sweat, lay across his broad shoulders and hid his face from view. Light glinted off the tanned skin of his powerful chest. The image of a human skull and crossbones had been tattooed above his cock, at belt level. The well-defined muscles of his arms and chest were clenched in effort as he strained to hold back his impending orgasm. Finally, unable to hold out any longer, he let go of his wad. His head tilted back and he screamed at the ceiling. He removed his long rod from the woman’s tortured pussy and sent his semen streaming across her back. Then, and without hesitation, he placed his hand across her nether mouth and began to furiously rub her clit,
making the brunette’s body tense and quiver, then shake as her climax overtook her will to resist and exploded.
I watched the image of the two spent lovers collapsing atop one another with unblinking eyes. I realized that my mouth was open-- in amazement, I suppose-- at what I had just witnessed. Embarrassed, I quickly snapped it shut and turned away from the screen. But there, on an equally large screen on the other side of the hallway, yet another couple was locked in a passionate embrace. I was mildly surprised to see that it was the same man I had just been watching on the first set. He lay atop his new partner, a beautiful sandy blonde, and sucked hard on her nipples, alternating between them as if unable to decide which he preferred best. The woman moaned in ecstasy as the man continued to play with her breasts. Feeling ashamed, I forced my eyes off of the screen and looked down at the floor. I became conscious that my own nipples were protruding distinctly from the ultra-thin fabric of my costume. My loins felt warm and moist. As if with a mind of its own, my hand slid toward my now sensitive crotch. My fingers gently cupped my opening, sending a shiver of erotic excitement through my slender, athletic, form.
I stood there for a minute, trying to repress the unwanted feelings that had arisen inside me. I forced myself to move on, though the erotic sounds and images continued to bombard me from all angles. I became aware that the air here in the hallway was much warmer than that in the entryway— Heat, radiating from the televisions, made it almost uncomfortably warm. It was humid, too, as if the musky perspiration of the onscreen lovers was somehow making its way from the video world into this real one.
I continued to walk, searching for an exit, though I no longer tried to ignore the screens. I occasionally paused, my attention caught by some particularly enticing piece of carnal action or some especially attractive or large man. One screen displayed a close-up of the action as a petite young redheaded girl somehow managed to take the enormous cock of her partner almost entirely into her mouth. On another, a striking older blonde performed lip surface to her younger female counterpart while an athletic, very well-endowed male looked on. Yet another screen, the one now closest to me, displayed a man taking his female partner in the ass.
It was all becoming just too distracting, I knew. Forcing myself to focus on my objective, I turned to once again proceed down the hallway. But there, in front of me, blocking my path, was a young,
powerfully built man. I blinked several times and looked again, making sure that this was, indeed, a real, flesh and blood person, and not simply another television image.
The young man was strikingly handsome, standing six feet tall and possessing long, flowing brown hair. His eyes, brown and piercing, seemed to look right into my soul. He was shirtless, and I could not help but notice that his physique was extraordinary. Tight, light blue denims hugged his muscular thighs. A small fanny pack was strapped around his waist. The pocket of the pack was in front, at belt level, though it did not hide the large bulge in the crotch of his pants that indicated he, like many of the onscreen males, was well equipped.
As this last thought raced through my head, I quickly snuck a glance back at the television on the wall. Like most of the others, it possessed a giant-sized screen and displayed the carnal action in intimate detail. The woman was moaning loudly as her partner pressed his enormous tool deeper inside her tight ass.
I looked back at the man in front of me and blushed as he scanned my athletic form. His eyes paused on my swollen nipples before continuing to traverse across my tight abdominal muscles and hips. Without any hint of shame, he studied my strong thighs and calves. A leer appeared on his otherwise emotionless face. It filled me with disgust and hatred. Despite his physical beauty, I knew, this man was evil.
“Louie Logato?” I asked with venom in my voice.
His brown eyes took their time returning to my face. “Yes, I am Louie.” He spoke slowly, almost nonchalantly, as if completely unconcerned by my presence.
I motioned toward the screen. “I figured you for a sicko, Louie. I just never knew how sick you really are.”
The man in the television grasped the woman’s hips and controlled her squirming movements. His cock was absolutely huge. It seemed very similar to the one I had seen earlier, on the man with the skull and crossbones tattoo.
Louie shrugged. “One man’s sickness is another man’s cure. But this maze serves a twofold purpose. For one, it keeps undesirables away from the more important areas of my complex. But more importantly, for those that are welcome here-- my customers—it wets their appetites so that they are prepared, even anxious, to purchase my goods.”
“All this is so that you can get a premium price for your smut?”
Louie shrugged again. “Yes. People come to me looking for things they secretly desire. They are willing to pay to get it. I merely encourage them to pay more than they might normally be inclined to do. The maze has proven to be quite successful.”
My eyes strayed back to the screen. The camera had changed angles so that I could see the man from the front. Sure enough, the skull and crossbones tattoo was there above his half buried monstrosity of a cock. “Hmm,” I considered silently while admiring his huge tool and slender waist. “Must be a porn
regular. Maybe even a porn star.”
“You sell smut, Louie. Nothing more.”
“Nothing? Really? Are you sure? Is the dark side of human nature so easily satisfied? Or does it require something else, something greater, to fulfill the desires that burn within its black heart?”
I scowled. “I have no idea what you are talking about. You’re a pornography peddler, nothing
more.”
“What is labeled pornography today may be called art tomorrow. And who are you to judge? I
do not simply make porno films. I make great porno films. I make the greatest porno films of all time.”
The porn star was really doing the woman, now. He pressed her down nearly flat against the bed and she lay limp, apparently so drained by his efforts that she could do little more than whimper. Once again, I found myself oddly drawn into the action. I found it difficult to focus on Louie.
“Yeah, right.” I replied sarcastically. “Whatever.”
“My customers understand. They come from all walks of life, always searching for the same thing. Men and women, young and old, rich and poor, businessmen, housewives, blue collar stiffs, doctors, lawyers, even cops. All kinds. All searching for an outlet to their hidden desires and redemption for their secret lusts.”
“Redemption?” I asked in amusement. “You have got to be kidding.”
“No, not at all. You see, all these people want one thing more than any other. They want to know that they are not alone, that the dark desires they feel inside them are not unique. They want to know that there are others in the world, others that are just like them, others that have the same dark feelings and lusts. They want to know that they are not monsters for feeling the way they do. They want to know that they are not alone. They want to be redeemed.”
“And you’re supposed to be the redeemer?”
Louie nodded. “I am the high priest of porn. My films bring people together. Perhaps not in the physical sense but rather in the astral sense. My films bring them together. They may not even know it, but every time they watch one of my movies, every time they download a picture from my website, they are coming together as part of a larger fraternity. They become redeemed.”
The porn star had buried nearly half of his enormous cock inside the woman. I wasn’t sure, but I began to believe that she had passed out. Seeing her limp body being so thoroughly ravaged by the beast on top of her filled me with an unwanted but equally uncontrollable sense of excitement.
“You’ve been doing too much heroin, Louie.”
His eyes flashed in anger. “How dare you question me? How dare you judge me? I am the redeemer.”
“You’re nothing but a smut peddling leech that makes money by exploiting others. Had you restricted your activities to adults, I might have let you slide. But when you started going after the kids, you crossed the line. Big time! Now, you’re going down!”
“Kids?” he asked in surprise. “Oh, yes. I have done a few child films. It has been a small part of my larger business and not very profitable. But, even pedophiles need redemption.”
“Only God can redeem people, Louie. Not low-life scum like you--”
“I am God!” he shouted in rage. “I am the creator! Without me none of this would exist!”
Louie waved his arms about frantically, motioning at the screens surrounding us. But seeing the disgust and horror in my eyes, he quickly quieted down and reverted back to his previous, melancholy state.
“You are judging me, again,” he stated without emotion. “You should not do that.”
I could see, now, that Louie’s heroin habit had ravaged his sanity far more than I had previously suspected. He was a lunatic, so convinced in the righteousness of his perverted activities that his enterprise had become more than simply a means of obtaining money. In his sick mind, his pornography ring had become a cause, a mission, and he no longer recognized even the slightest possibility that it could be evil.
“You need help, Louie. Come along peacefully and I will make sure you get it.”
He ignored my suggestion. “What I need is money. You have done a great deal of damage to my organization, Ms. Marvelous. I require money to rebuild it.”
“The heroin has twisted your mind,” I countered. “Look at the monster you have become. But you can get help. There are people who can help you kick the habit and return to a normal life--”
“Who are you to judge me?” he responded spitefully. “Look at your costume, at how you dress.
Your body is on display for the world.”
Louie hesitated, as if formulating an idea. “You are a beautiful woman, Ms. Marvelous. I am sure that there are many who fantasize about you. Many who would pay to see you on film. What do you say? It could be lucrative for us both. And you would help me to redeem so many lost souls.”
I laughed. “Not in a million years. I stand for something, Louie. I stand for all that is right and good in the world. I fight crime whenever and wherever I find it. I would never do as you suggest.”
Louie’s eyes narrowed as he paused to consider me. “But are you sure? I have been watching you. I have witnessed the way you respond to my films…”
I hurriedly pulled my eyes away from the screen, suddenly embarrassed by the realization that I had been watching it almost nonstop during the course of our conversation. “It… It’s just that… well, I have never seen such things before.”
“Yes,” he agreed, “I understand. But you feel it, don’t you? You feel the burning inside you? The desire? The passion? You want to be more than a spectator. You want to be redeemed.”
I frowned, quickly tiring of this man. “Give it a break, Louie. I don’t want redemption, at least not the kind you’re talking about.”
He seemed surprised. “Really? But I saw you earlier, shortly after you entered the maze. You were watching one of my films and touching yourself. I thought you might masturbate then—Many people do, you know. Such is the nature of the maze.”
My cheeks burned red and I was suddenly thankful for the mask that covers my face. “You were watching me? How? I did not see you.”
Louie smiled and pointed toward the ceiling. Sure enough, small cameras were mounted every few feet along the hallway. “The cameras see all. Those other devices are microphones. The small slits in the ceiling are vents. If it seems unnaturally humid and musky in here, it is due to these.”
“What do you mean?” I asked suspiciously.
“I consider myself a bit of an alchemist. Not that I can turn lead into gold, or anything else so dramatic, but I believe I have discovered the essence of human scent. More specifically, I have duplicated the scent of human males and females when they are at the peak of physical and sexual arousal.”
“So you are saying that these vents are pumping out B.O.?” I asked in disgust.
Louie’s expression did not change. “It’s all about chemicals, don’t you see? The human body radiates certain chemical agents into the air when it is ready for sex. Members of the opposite gender find themselves inexplicitly drawn to these chemicals, even aroused by them. It is the natural way of
things, the way we are programmed.”
“So what are you saying? You have discovered some kind of love potion or something?”
He shrugged. “I doubt that love has anything to do with it. Lust, more likely. But yes, I have unlocked the secret of human chemical attractants. Having discovered the secret formula, it was then a simple task to make it more potent. I have improved on Mother Nature’s formula—I have developed a gas that is not only irresistible to both men and women, but also quite debilitating to the conscious mind. The gas both arouses the body and breaks down the normal inhibitions of the psyche-- Quite lovely, really. I deliver the agent into the air of the maze via these vents in the ceiling. Most people find it stimulating. Having navigated the maze, they are nearly always prepared for redemption. How about you, Ms. Marvelous? You have been breathing the gas for some time now. Are you ready? Are you
prepared for redemption?”
The images surrounding me seemed to grow more intense. I looked again to my right. Skull and crossbones was furiously fucking his partner’s limp body in the ass. I looked to my left. There, on yet another large screen television, a red-haired woman lay on a bed, her back arched and her legs spread, a man’s face buried in her crotch, his tongue hungrily lapping at her wet pussy. I looked above me. Still another screen, this one displaying a very young blonde mounted on a powerfully built black man who easily supported her weight in his strong arms. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and he fucked her mercilessly.
Without being able to help myself, I imagined that I was the girl being butt-fucked, that I was the girl on the bed with the man’s face between my legs, and that I was the girl being ravaged by the big black man. I knew that my nipples were jutting from my costume and that Louie was again staring at them. I knew that once again he was taking in the length of my slender body with his eyes, lusting over me, wanting me—I turned from the screens and returned his lustful gaze. His long brown hair lay atop his strong shoulders. His biceps seemed like iron. His powerful chest, bare and tanned, seemed to ripple in the flickering light of the televisions. Again, I noticed his intense eyes, burning into my flesh as he examined every curve and angle of my five foot nine inch frame.
Though Louie continued to maintain his emotionless manner, I could see a fire building in his eyes. Lust and desire were growing strong within him. I had seen it before, in the eyes of other men as they prepared to do battle with me. It filled me with a sense of dread, but also reminded me as to why I was here. This man was evil. He had to be brought to justice.
“I hate to disappoint you,” I lied, “but I feel fine. Perfectly normal. And I’ll never allow you to ‘redeem’ me, you slimeball. Everything about you disgusts me.”
Louie sighed. “No, of course not. It was foolish of me to think that you might be convinced to do so willingly. But never the less, I need you to star in one of my films, don’t you see? It is the only way I can recoup the losses you have cost me over the last couple of weeks. I must have the money, and soon.
My personal stash of heroin is nearly used up. As it is, I have had to resort to making my purchases through a new, less expensive, supplier. I’m not sure that I trust him. The situation is completely
unacceptable. But you can solve all of my problems. I have many customers that would pay much to see the great Ms. Marvelous subjugated on film.”
“As I said before, not in a million years. But here’s another idea. You come along quietly and I won’t hurt you.”
Louie seemed surprised. “You would resort to violence? Hmm, perhaps the gas is not as effective against you as I had hoped. But you are much stronger than me and in any case, I am not a fighter. I would have no chance against you.”
Louie’s voice was calm. Maybe he was starting to think rationally, I hoped. “Then you should give up peacefully. It’s all over for you.”
“Yes, well in that case, I am ready to surrender to you.”
“A wise decision, Louie. I don’t like hurting people, even scum like you. Now, come along and lead the way out of this maze.”
Louie’s shoulders sank. He pouted. He looked like a man beaten. He motioned down the hallway, behind me. “The exit is this way. It’s not far.”
As he stepped past me, I turned to look one final time at the television. It was a mistake. With my attention diverted, Louie reached into the pocket of his fanny pack and removed a small but dangerous handheld device. It was a stun gun. With an evil grin, he pressed the end of the device against my bare stomach and pressed down on the trigger. Before I could react or even know what was happening, hundreds of volts of electricity surged through my body.
My scream was cut short as the nerve endings leading to my throat were scrambled by electricity. My entire body lurched in reaction to the attack. Seeing that I still stood, Louie quickly hit me with another blast from the device. Once again, electricity shot through the length of my body. My heart fluttered and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Unable to maintain my balance, I fell backward and crumpled onto the unforgiving surface of the floor.
Louie stood above me, a victorious smile on his face. “You are as foolish as you are beautiful, Ms. Marvelous. Did you really think that I would surrender to you? You will star in my next film, whether you want to or not.”
My entire body tingled. It felt as if thousands of needles were pricking my skin. “You sick… bastard. I’m not… finished yet!”
“Good!” he replied in amusement. “I am glad you are not finished. After all, the way I see it, we are just getting started!”
Louie knelt over my still trembling body and placed the end of the stun gun against my chest, mere centimeters from my heart. He pulled the trigger and a third charge of electricity racked my tortured form. My body jerked and my muscles cramped. Unbelievable pain swept over me and I nearly blacked out. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he pulled the hideous device away and put an end to my torment.
“Interesting,” he said as he noticed that I was still conscious. “Perhaps you are as tough as they say. This particular stun gun is for more than self-defense. I have modified it to the point that it should be absolutely lethal. And yet, you still live. Ah, well, it is for the best, I suppose. My customers will pay more to see a living super-heroine than a dead one.”
“I’ll… never give in… to you…” I croaked in response.
Louie ignored me. “Not that it really matters to me, one way or the other. You wouldn’t be the first corpse I screwed on film. You see, in a movie, the spectators really can’t tell the difference. Or maybe they just don’t care. To tell the truth, I’ve never really thought about it.”
I knew the man was totally insane. Whether what he said about screwing corpses was true or not didn’t matter to me. All that mattered was not giving him a chance to zap me again. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
But Louie was right about one thing. I am tough. And I wasn’t about to give up. So as he placed the stun gun against the side of my neck to give me another jolt, I forced my left hand up to grab the foul thing. We struggled momentarily—Louie on top of me, pressing the device down toward my face, me below, pushing back to keep it away. He pressed the trigger and an arc of blue electricity flared between two dischargers on the end of the gun. It was so close to my face that I could feel the heat searing my eyes. But despite the damage I had taken, I was still much stronger than my attacker. With a grunt of
effort, I ripped the device away and flung it across the floor. It skittered away down the length of the hallway, finally coming to a rest several yards away.
Without hesitating, Louie shifted his attack and wrapped his hands around my throat. His grip was good—His thumbs crossed over my windpipe and blocked off the flow of air to my lungs. I instinctively grabbed his wrists and tugged at them, trying to pull them away. But Louie was above me and had good leverage. His grip around my throat was locked in tight.
But I am a well-trained fighter. It would take more than a chokehold to finish me. I lifted my left leg and slammed a knee into my attacker’s side. Louie yelped in pain and released his hold. He fell to my right and rolled onto his knees a few feet away. I took a deep breath and rolled in the opposite direction, intent on putting some distance between us. My body still tingled, but I have great endurance and was sure that I would soon be fully recovered. Then I would teach Louie a lesson.
I pulled myself quickly to my feet. “You should have surrendered when you had the chance, Louie. It would have been better all the way around--”
I suddenly felt very lightheaded, as if I had gotten up too quickly. Apparently, I was not so recovered from the stun gun attacks as I thought. I slumped into the wall, my left shoulder leaning against the television screen. Skull and Crossbones was still hammering away at his female partner, his cock buried in her ass. “Wow, great endurance,” I thought as I tried to keep the world from spinning.
I turned and leaned back first against the screen. I blinked my eyes several times in an attempt to get my bearings. Louie was in front of me, a wicked look on his face. Part of me was glad—By sticking around, Louie was saving me the trouble of tracking him down.
Louie seemed to read my thoughts. “No, I’m not going anywhere, my beautiful dove. After all, where would I go? You have destroyed everything I worked so hard to create. All that remains is redemption. Your redemption will be the magnificent masterpiece of my all too brief, yet glorious,
career.”
“Never!” I hissed.
Louie sneered and reached into his fanny pack. He removed a rag in one hand, a small bottle in the other. As I watched, still to dizzy to attack, the insane high priest of porn quickly emptied the liquid contents of the bottle onto the rag. Dropping the bottle, he leapt toward me and forced the rag over my mouth and nose.
The fight had left me short of breath—I couldn’t help but inhale the contents of the rag. I expected chloroform or some other type of knockout gas, but instead found myself breathing in more of the musky smelling stuff that Louie pumped through the hallway vents. No doubt, though, I was getting a much more concentrated dosage now.
“I carry but four items in my pack, Ms. Marvelous,” he said while pinning me against the wall. “The stun gun, a bottle of my special formula, and this rag, as you have now seen. Breathe deeply and I will soon introduce you to the fourth item.”
I mumbled a protest that was barely audible through the rag. I struggled with my attacker but was having a hard time getting him off of me. His left hand was wrapped across the base of my neck, pushing against me and pinning my back against the wall. His right foot was planted firmly against the floor behind him, giving him strength and leverage. His left foot was placed just inside my right, forcing my leg out from the wall and leaving me in an awkward position. As my mind continued to spin, I realized that Louie and the wall supported my entire weight—I seemed to have no control over my situation whatsoever.
His strong right hand pressed the rag firmly over my mouth and nose. Though I tried to hold my breath, I had already taken in several gulps of the pungent gas. I grasped at his hand with my own, trying vainly to rip the rag away. My mind seemed to be swimming through a dream—I quickly found myself
confused and disoriented. I didn’t know what was in Louie’s hideous concoction, but it was plenty powerful.
I had been pinned against the wall and breathing the foul gas for over a minute. My hands slowly slid away from his and fell to my sides. Another minute went by. My breathing became soft and regular—I no longer tried to hold my breath. After three minutes, I no longer resisted at all. I remained pinned against the wall, Louie the Bone supporting my weight easily.
Through half closed eyes, I looked over Louie’s left shoulder and forced my clouding vision to focus on the television screen behind him. The redhead was still on her back, her partner’s head buried between her legs. His tongue lapped across her tortured clit rapidly, sending wave after wave of erotic sensations flowing through her body. The woman’s back arched as she struggled against the orgasm that was nearly ready to overtake her. Finally she could hold out no longer and her climax exploded with a strong and passionate power.
The scene continued, filling me with lustful desire. The man continued to go down on her, without respite, and dimly I became aware that such was the case on all the televisions in the maze—The unseen video playback machines that fed the images to the screens were set to loop continuously, playing the same scenes over and over again. Then it occurred to me that I should be thinking of more important matters, such as escaping my attacker, than pondering the mechanisms of this foul place. I tried to shake my head, to clear my mind of the all-encompassing malaise that had overcome it, but I was pinned firmly to the wall by Louie’s hands. There seemed to be no escape.
The gas was having a hideous effect on me. It seemed now that everything Louie had said about the potion—about how it was a sexual stimulant and far more powerful than anything produced naturally—it seemed now that everything he had said was true. My body tingled with excitement. My breasts were swollen and heavy. My nipples seemed ready to tear through the thin fabric of my costume. My skin had taken on a slight pinkish hue, and a spot of moisture now stained the crotch of my black bikini bottom.
My mind was having difficulty focusing on anything other than the television screens and the carnal acts of lust that were taking place around me. The sounds of video lovers, emanating loudly from the sets and echoing through the maze, seemed to fill my ears with an ever-growing intensity. Thoughts of being ravaged by my attacker--my conqueror-- filled my mind.
I looked away from the screen and into Louie’s burning eyes. His face reflected a mixture of lust and amusement. The rag had been wrapped across my mouth and nose for nearly five minutes. I had breathed in almost all the gas. He knew he had me. The great Ms. Marvelous was powerless before him.
Louie’s left hand slid from my throat down and across my chest. He gently cupped my right breast in his palm, then lightly pinched on my nipple. A muffled moan escaped my lips as he ran his fingers over the sensitive skin around my small, protruding, cup.
My hands remained limp at my sides. I no longer possessed the will or strength to resist. Deep within me, taking strength from the very gas that served only to weaken me, the Sartak grew strong. It was my greatest weakness, I knew, a vulnerability to sensual stimulation and the price that I paid for my super-powers. Like a velvet cloud slowly enveloping my body, I could feel it draining my strength and encouraging me to surrender utterly.
He removed the rag from my face. His left hand released my breast. Too weak even to support my own weight, my slender body slowly slid down the wall and I collapsed into a half-sitting position at its base, my long legs folded in front of me. Louie looked down on my helpless form, at my drooping head, at the blonde hair that hung limply down across my face and femininely muscled shoulders, at my slender, athletic arms. He greedily viewed the smooth skin of my curving hips and strong thighs. Seeing me, a once proud super-heroine, humbled at his feet in such a way filled him with a burning desire to have me.
“Do you know why they call me ‘The Bone’, Ms. Marvelous? You’re about to find out.”
I wearily lifted my head and stared up at Louie as he undid the clasp that held his fanny pack in place. He allowed the pack to slide to the floor, then unfastened the waist band of his denim blue jeans. As he slowly dropped his drawers, the part of my mind that still had will screamed at me to get up, to fight and somehow achieve victory. My determination grew and for a moment I felt strength returning to my augmented body. But as his pants fell, and as I saw the skull and crossbones tattoo above his still covered groin, all hope for salvation seemed to fade.
“You…” I muttered weakly, “…You’re the one in the videos?”
Louie answered with a confident smile and dropped his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them so that he was completely nude, then kicked the pants a few feet away so that they would not hinder him. Fear began to well up inside me as I looked upon his massive cock. Though still flaccid, the thing was utterly enormous. I had heard rumors and jokes about men hung like horses, but I had always taken such stories with a grain of salt. But there could be no denying Louie’s incredible attributes. As I
watched, and without any help from his hands, Louie’s member began to grow to frightening proportions. Though too heavy to ever climb higher than perhaps parallel with the ground, his thick shaft never the less rippled with muscles and veins. The awful thing seemed to throb as blood rushed into its length—The sight of a beautiful heroine helpless at his feet was apparently more than enough stimulation to get Louie up.
There could be no question about it, I decided—Louie was indeed the man I had witnessed in many of the videos. The fact that I hadn’t recognized him as such earlier embarrassed me. I was forced to admit to myself that I had not been paying much attention to his face, either while watching him perform on film or when talking to him. But now, while he held his huge muscle only inches from my face, it became obvious that he had been the one impaling the brunette from behind, and that he had been the one doing the woman in the ass. He was the one with his head between the legs of the redhead. And it was he that starred in countless other videos.
“Yes, I am the one. You see, sometimes, those times when a woman has been particularly bad, I must take personal responsibility for her redemption. Such is the case with you, I’m afraid.”
Fear gripped at my heart as Louie’s bone grew stiff. He stood above me and pressed it closer to my face. The head of his massive member slid across my left cheek. His shaft was warm and hard. It slid easily across my smooth skin. Louie placed his left hand in my hair and gently held my head steady as he continued to rub his huge cock across my face. He pulled back and allowed the moistening tip to slide over my lips. He softly pressed down on me, attempting to gain entry to my mouth. My full, red lips parted—The warm head slid between my teeth and across my tongue.
I gurgled a feeble protest as the end of his huge cock found the back of my throat, but my hands remained limp at my sides, too weak to mount a defense. Louie’s massive muscle filled every part of my mouth, stretching my lips wide around his thick shaft. My clouded mind tried to focus on the idea of escaping this terrible humiliation, but as the huge cock slowly slid in and out of my mouth I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. I began to think that this might be it, that this might be my last battle. Louie the Bone was going to redeem me to death.
“That’s it, baby,” Louie sighed. “You’re a natural. This film is going to make me a ton of cash.”
My already flushed cheeks burned red with shame. The thought that my ultimate demise was going to be caught on film filled me with disgust. The idea that my mortal enemies, men such as Don Refrain and Prince Lomac, would sit in their living rooms and watch me being raped to death filled me with anger. And all the others, all the lesser punks and gang-bangers that I had defeated over time—The idea that they would get to see the great Ms. Marvelous subjugated and raped on film—The thought filled me with rage.
Turning the anger into strength, I raised my arms and placed my hands on Louie’s thighs. I pushed off on him and he was forced back. His long cock pulled out of my mouth and I jerked my head from his grip. I pushed again—Apparently, I had more strength left than I realized, as Louie was forced farther back. He stumbled across the hallway and banged into the far wall.
I rolled onto my knees and placed my hands against the wall for support. Wearily, I pulled myself to my feet. In front of me, on the large screen television, Louie’s video counterpart was still madly butt- fucking his gorgeous partner. The sight of it seemed to deplete my brief surge of energy. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the screen, trying to shut out the erotic images and sounds that were bombarding me from all sides.
My hesitation was all the opportunity Louie needed to regain control of the situation. He moved in behind me and wrapped his left hand around the back of my neck. Pressing my face against the wall, he made like a cop and kicked my feet out to the sides, spreading my legs and putting me in an awkward position. Without hesitating, he used his right hand to pull my bikini bottom to the side and grope my bared flesh.
I moaned in protest as his thumb slid into my butt-crack and pressed against my anal opening. His forefinger went the opposite way, sliding down and between my moist nether lips. The lips of my tingling pussy enveloped his finger as he reached for my sensitive clitoris. I could feel the strength wax out of my once powerful body as he made contact with my swollen bulb.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Please don’t do this!”
“The time of your redemption is at hand, woman,” he replied with a snarl. “No power on earth can stop it now.”
I struggled weakly as Louie continued to manipulate my most sensitive areas. Pulling my hips out from the wall so that he could gain better access, he slid the tip of his thumb inside my puckered asshole, then assured me with a whisper that he was simply preparing me for something better. I responded by calling him a bastard and threatening to rip his cock off, but as his thumb slid deeper inside my hole I knew that it was a threat I would never be able to carry out. My strength was fading fast, replaced by the debilitating weakness of the Sartak.
His forefinger slid back and forth across my vaginal opening, stimulating my clit and pussy and causing me to sigh in resignation. My hands pressed against the wall but no longer had strength. My arms felt distant and numb. My legs, spread wide and without leverage, ignored the commands of my brain. My breasts were heavy and swollen. My nipples burned with an aching desire to be rubbed. My athletic and augmented body was now weak as a kitten.
With a final rub across my tortured clit, Louie extracted his hand from between my outstretched legs and leaned down toward the floor. With my face pressed against the television screen, I could not see what he was doing but I heard him ruffling around in the fanny pack at his feet. As my attacker stood, I felt something cold and hard press against my anal hole.
“Item number four!” he said evilly. “This butt-plug should put an end to your struggles. Now, just relax and you will soon be on your way to redemption.”
The rounded tip of the plug entered my hole, sending a new wave of sensations coursing through my already burning body. “No… please god… no…”
The plug slid deeper inside me, easily breeching my feeble attempts to keep it out. First an inch, then two—My world seemed to be coming down around me as pain and pleasure began dominating my mind. Three inches in, then four—The whimpering sounds of the woman being butt-fucked on the screen filled my ears and I imagined that I was she and that she was I, that I was the one being butt-fucked into unconscious oblivion. Five inches in, to the hilt, and my own whimpering was now intermixed with that of the video vixen and I was just as helpless to prevent what was happening to me.
Louie pulled me away from the wall and allowed my limp form to fall into his encircling arms. His hands cupped my breasts and began to massage their engorged forms. My nipples, hard as marbles, protruded up between his talented fingers and screamed in agony each time they brushed against his skin. The ultra-thin fabric of my costume provided little protection against Louie’s experienced touch. If there had been any strength left in me, it quickly evaporated as his fingers worked their magic.
My legs remained spread and outstretched. My feet lay helpless on the ground. My arms hung limply at my sides. All hope was lost, I knew. The Sartak now utterly controlled my mind and body. I was on fire. From the depths of my soul, I felt the beginnings of a massive orgasm growing. It would soon overtake me and there was nothing that could be done.
In the deep recesses of my mind, I knew that there would be no escape this time. No one would rescue me and no amount of willpower or anger would generate the strength required to break free of my relentless attacker. I was defeated and helpless. My powers had abandoned me. My once strong body had been reduced to a mass of lustful, burning flesh. As Louie’s fingers continued to dance over my aching breasts, I knew that I had become nothing more than his plaything. As the plug in my ass sent wave after wave of agonizing sensations coursing through my body, I knew that he had defeated me utterly. The Bone owned me. He was my conqueror and I was his sex slave.
How had this happened, I wondered? Louie had no super-powers. He had no army of thugs.
Other than for his mental illness, he was a normal man with normal strength and abilities. And yet he had defeated me in one on one combat. And now he would reap the rewards of his victory. He would have me. “Oh, god,” I moaned silently. “This punk is going to have me!”
Louie continued to massage my engorged breasts for several more minutes. My moans and whimpers filled the maze as his magical fingers brought my impending climax ever closer. I leaned heavily against his strong chest, my arms dangling limply at my sides. The shaft of his massive cock, now fully rigid, pressed against the base of my crotch. It was so long that if I looked down, I could see the tip of it poking out in front of me from between my legs. Unable to deal with this image, I allowed my head to fall
back and lay on my attacker’s firm left shoulder. I had no strength to resist him. With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to the fact that he would do with me as he would.
Finally, growing tired of holding me upright, he gently lowered me to the ground. I lay on my back, my arms at my sides. I looked up at him through half-open eyes and marveled again at the size of his cock. It was twelve inches in length, maybe longer. My legs were spread wide, inviting him to enter me. But he was not ready just yet. Instead, he knelt between my thighs and leaned over.
The feel of his warm breath against my womanhood filled me with dread and anticipation. My body tensed as his fingers touched me. He pulled my nether lips to the sides, revealing my already swollen clit. As his tongue made contact with my protruding bulb, my back arched and I sighed loudly. I stared up at the television screen to my right. I moaned in unison with the redhead as we both endured the exquisite torture of a man’s face between our legs. I witnessed the pained expression on her face and knew that it mirrored my own. I imagined that I was she, and that somehow I was watching myself be ravished.
Louie’s tongue danced across my sensitive clit masterfully. In less than a minute, my impending orgasm had grown to previously unimaginable heights. It broke across me like wave on the ocean, breaking over the beach and crashing into the sand. My body lurched and I cried out. It seemed to go on forever and when it finally ended I fell back to the floor totally exhausted.
“Your redemption is nearly complete, Ms. Marvelous,” Louie stated matter of factly. “There is but the final act to be played.”
“No…” I pleaded weakly. “No more… please…”
Ignoring my protests, the Bone gently rolled me onto my stomach. My engorged breasts, wet with perspiration, mashed against the hard tiles. Louie spread my legs and lifted my hips off the ground. The tip of his massive cock pressed against my wet hole. I moaned loudly as he entered me.
My attacker proceeded slowly, carefully wedging his giant-sized tool into my tight pussy. I didn’t resist at all—Any difficulty that he encountered was due solely to the enormity of his oversized member. As he progressed, gaining first two inches and then four, I bit my lower lip, resisting the urge to beg further for mercy that I knew would not be forthcoming. But my moans would not be held back as Louie pressed the Bone deeper inside my aching hole.
I experienced a mixture of pleasure and pain, but despite the hurt he was causing me with his huge tool, I could feel yet another orgasm quickly growing inside my lithe form. Between the massive cock in my pussy and the butt-plug in my ass, the sensations were simply overwhelming me. I felt as if my impending orgasm could explode at any minute.
But I knew that I needed to hold out as long as possible. Though I might come at any second, I realized that Louie would need longer to get off. He was now buried six inches inside me, but fully half of his cock was still outside and consequently unstimulated. Worse, I knew that he was an experienced porn star and probably able to hold onto his wad for greater periods of time than most men. All of this didn’t bode well for me.
I knew I was beaten—there was no getting around this fact. When my first orgasm had exploded from my body, it had taken my powers with it. I was as weak as a newborn babe and it would take days to regain my strength. Further orgasms would continue to weaken me, eventually throwing me into a state of sensual shock and killing me. Such was the nature of the Sartak. How many could I take and still
survive? Three? Four? I sure as heck didn’t want to find out.
My only hope for survival was to get Louie to blow his wad before he killed me. Maybe once would satisfy him. He was a man, after all, and men often lose interest after their first orgasm. Then again, he was young and seemed to have great endurance. He might decide to keep fucking me all night long.
But it didn’t matter. As his huge member drove a full eight inches into me, filling every part of my tight box, the burning orgasm inside me screamed to be allowed out. I knew I couldn’t hold it back much longer. But I had to. I couldn’t give in. I just couldn’t—
“Aaaaaggggghhhhh!” I cried in ecstatic agony as the second orgasm exploded. It was nearly as powerful as the first and sent a wash of my juices gushing over and around Louie’s huge shaft. My attacker grunted in approval, apparently enjoying the feel of my pussy convulsing around his cock. Taking advantage of the added lubrication that my flow provided, he pressed his tool yet deeper inside my body.
Louie was working me over good, driving his monstrosity in and out of my over-taxed pussy time after time. He was merciless, impaling me over and over again. Thoughts of the attractive brunette I had seen earlier, being fucked thoroughly by Louie from behind, filled my numbed mind. I remembered how the images on the screen had made me feel, of how my nipples had grown hard and my loins moist. I was now in her place, being ravaged by the same cock in virtually the same position. Once again, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm welling up inside me. I knew that resistance was futile. I could no more control this orgasm than I had the last.
But Louie was breathing hard. With each thrust into my helpless body, he let out a loud grunt of effort. Though I could not see his face, I remembered how he had looked just before his orgasm when screwing the brunette in the video. Did he look that way now, I wondered? Were his muscles clenched? Was he close to coming?
And what about me? Was my face red with anguish? Were my eyes rolling into the back of my head? I knew that both these things were true. As my orgasm grew in strength, I could feel myself fading. I was on the verge of blacking out. This was the end, I knew. Ms. Marvelous was being fucked to death and there was nothing she could do.
Louie’s thrusts became more violent. My body shook back and forth with the movement of his hips. He had not entered me fully, for I would never be able to take in the entirety of his king-sized member, but he now filled every part of my tortured pussy. With each new thrust, a wave of sensations blasted across my body and mind. My anguished moans served only to encourage him. Time after time he rammed his huge cock home. Time after time he impaled me on its wide shaft.
I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. My orgasm was ready. It would come at any moment. If only I could hold if off. If only I could make him come first—
Suddenly, as if in response to my wish, Louie extracted his huge pole from my aching hole. I felt him slap it down across the top of my ass. He screamed at the ceiling before letting go. The cannon shot sent a stream of hot semen across the bare skin of my back. Five more shots followed, bathing me in his seed. For a moment, I felt relieved that I had outlasted him, but it was a brief respite. Using his left hand, Louie began furiously rubbing my nether mouth. I moaned in protest but was far too weak to resist. A new wave of sensations surged through my body as he continued to torture my clitoris and pussy lips. My own orgasm, the third I was to experience, could no longer be contained. It exploded even more violently than had the previous two, racking my body with unrestrained convulsions that sapped every last bit of strength from my once powerful body.
For several seconds, as the orgasm seemed to go on and on, my cries filled the maze and drowned out those of the women in the videos. I was vaguely aware of Louie, behind me, laughing as he wiped himself off on my ass, and then the world began to go black. I was slipping into unconsciousness, I knew, and perhaps I would never return again. The last thing I remember hearing was the sound of
Louie’s voice…
“That was awesome! But now I need to shoot up. Where did I put my stash?”
I came to with a splitting headache. I had no idea how long I had been out, but I was still in the hallway. The televisions no longer displayed the carnal images of the porn videos. Replacing the images were simple blue screens. Apparently, I decided, whatever system controlled the videos had a timer and had shut the movies down.
The maze was now dim, darkly glowing in the blue light of the defunct screens. It was cold, too— apparently, Louie’s gas vents had been turned off as well. I raised myself into a sitting position and tried to sort things out in my head. My body ached. I was terrifically weak. The Bone had worked me over good, I knew.
But somehow, I had survived. I wasn’t sure how or why, because certainly I had been at the porn priest’s mercy, and I didn’t figure him for a merciful guy. I thought for sure that he would have continued fucking me right up until the point I finally died, maybe even longer. But he hadn’t. Though I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, I could not help but wonder why.
My back was sticky with the dried remnants of Louie’s semen. The butt-plug was still buried in my ass. There wasn’t much I could do about the first problem, short of finding and taking a shower, but I could remedy the second easily enough. I groaned in pain as I slid the foul thing from my aching hole. In anger and disgust, I tossed it the length of the hallway. It was then that I saw Louie.
My heart went cold with fear. He sat motionless at the far end of the hallway, near to where the plug landed. His back was against the wall and he was staring at me. An evil grin was plastered across his face. Basked in the blue light of the screens, his figure seemed all the more frightening and fierce. I slowly struggled to my feet but knew that I did not have the strength to fight him. He would be able to do with me as he wished.
Louie remained still, his expression remaining unchanged. Perhaps he was a little too still, I wondered? Perplexed, I took a pair of steps and approached closer. It was then that I saw the rubber tubing wrapped around his left elbow and the syringe protruding from his arm. No longer afraid, I walked up to his motionless form and looked down on him. His eyes remained open, staring at the spot where I had lay unconscious. I reached down and checked for a pulse that was not there.
“I could have gotten you the help you needed, Louie,” I said quietly to the dead man. “If only you had surrendered when I gave you the chance.”
I turned and walked a few paces back through the hallway, then sat wearily against the wall, leaning against one of the giant-sized screens. I was surprised that I didn’t feel anything for Louie. I did not feel glad that he was dead, or sorry, or anything at all. I was just too tired. Perhaps I would feel something later, after I had rested, but for now the fact that he had overdosed on heroin didn’t seem to generate any emotion inside me at all.
I lay against the wall for a long time, thinking about nothing in particular. Eventually, I would pull myself up and search the maze. I would find the entrance to Louie’s command center and find the video equipment that had filmed our battle. I would destroy the tape, maybe even destroy the entire place, assuming I could work up the strength to do so. Then I would find the exit and leave this evil place. But for now, I just wanted to rest.
I pondered why I do this. Why do I constantly put my life on the line? Why do I put myself in positions where I can be raped by slimeballs like Louie Logato? Let someone else do it, I muttered angrily. Let someone else take the punches and the abuse.
But I knew that I would go on. If Ms. Marvelous did not take the lead, then who? Yes, I decided, the bad guys would occasionally get their licks in—It’s a dangerous business, after all. But Ms. Marvelous would survive. And she would always be there to insure that justice is served.