The scream sent a chill up the blonde heroine’s spine. She turned to look—The sound came from upstairs, from the study. The violet assassin was not fairing well against Prince Lomac’s thugs, it seemed. “Damn!” the Prince shouted. “I told those fools not to injure her. I want the young woman for myself!”
“You’re a pig!” the super-heroine snapped.
“Hah! Are you jealous, my sweet? Do not fear-- there is enough of Lomac to go around.” Ms. Marvelous snarled in disgust. She wanted to ram the Warlord’s words down his throat. Now would be a good time to do it, too, she figured. The Prince hid behind his two thugs and clutched his injured groin. He definitely wasn’t a hundred percent. She could take the thugs out, then mop up the floor with him. But it would have to wait. First, she needed to help the young woman upstairs. She launched herself into the air, using her flying power to quickly traverse the short distance to the loft. She set down just inside the study. The girl in violet was no longer screaming, though her predicament had not improved. She was pinned to the floor by four goons, her shoulders pressed flat against the carpet. Her legs were folded under her and locked in place by the strong hands of her attackers. A man with silver hair leaned over her vulnerable body. Her costume was torn, her breasts exposed. His hands groped her roughly. A sick smile arched across his lower face. “Ah! Nice and firm, just as I like them!” the man known as Griffon snickered.
The defenseless brunette did not answer him. Her moist eyes stared toward the ceiling. Unable to break free of her attackers, she had apparently resigned herself to the inevitable. The man’s fingers pressed down on her ample breasts. His thumbs flicked her hardening nipples. He looked lustfully down on her, fully enjoying his victory.
Ms. Marvelous did not hesitate. She took two long strides and drilled a kick to the silver haired man’s ribs. The thug was thrown off his victim and propelled into a nearby wall. He gasped in pain and looked up at the super-heroine. Fire burned in his eyes as he cursed her.
“What? Ms. Marvelous? You wretched skank! How dare you interrupt me!”
He leapt at the heroine with surprising speed and grabbed her around the throat. He shook her violently and squeezed with all his might, trying to choke the life from her powerful body. But the super heroine’s strength was too much for him—she wrenched his hands away, then turned and dumped him to the floor with a judo throw.
Once again, the villain looked up at the blonde champion. This time, though, the burning anger in his eyes had been replaced by cold fear. Griffon knew that he was outclassed. “Puck!” he cried. “Puck, help me!”
Puck didn’t need to be asked twice. He rose from his position next to the violet assassin’s head and stood to his full height. He was a giant. Ms. Marvelous stepped back and prepared herself. The man was close to seven feet tall. His broad shoulders and biceps bulged under a tight black sweater. His massive chest blocked out all light from the desk lamp and cast her in a dark shadow. Huge thighs, as wide around as her entire body, stretched the fabric of his blue jeans. His feet were covered by heavy looking work boots.
“I’m Puck,” he said in a deep voice. “You had better go now, little girl, or I’ll have to hurt you.” The heroine smiled. She had faced large men and come out on top before. “Sorry, Puck. I can’t go without the girl.”
Puck looked at his boss as if this might not be such a bad arrangement. Give up the girl and let them go. He had not been so keen on the whole rape idea, to begin with. It seemed like a waste of time, messing with girls when they could be arm wrestling or smashing bear cans against their heads or doing something else that was fun.
Griffon frowned and stabbed his finger in the direction of Ms. Marvelous. “Get her, you big idiot!”
The giant shrugged. He didn’t especially like Griffon, but what the hell—Maybe beating the crap out of the little blonde would be fun. There was only one way to find out. He stepped forward and threw
an arching right hand at the bold heroine. It was a punch that had ended many a fight before. But the girl was quick. She stepped inside the punch and delivered a right of her own. The blow caught Puck under the chin and snapped his head back.
The big man saw stars. They were pretty but he didn’t like the pain that seemed to accompany them. Not wanting to be hit again, he lashed out blindly with a clubbing left that caught the heroine on her shoulder. The force of the blow knocked her into the wall. As she rebounded off of its hard surface, Puck grabbed her by the shoulders and held her in front of him.
“Now I’ve got you!” the big man said with a grin. He liked the way she squirmed within his massive hands. It was kind of sexy, he thought, the way she writhed around. Her costume was really tight and showed a lot of skin. She was soft. It was fun to hold her like this.
The beautiful heroine thought it was less fun. She lashed out with her right leg and kicked Puck in the groin. The big man grimaced. He spun and flung his adversary across the desk. She landed roughly on the other side, crashing into and through a big leather chair. Chair and heroine alike fell to the floor and were hidden from view by the large desk.
“That should do it,” Puck muttered as he stepped toward the desk. “Hope I didn’t hurt her too bad.” He leaned over the smooth wood surface to look. A black clad fist shot upward and caught him on the jaw. Again, he saw stars.
The heroine was back on her feet quickly. Leaping over the desk, she drilled a thrust kick into the big man’s ribs. A left hook to the head and a right to the gut seemed to take some of the fight out of her opponent.
“Sorry, Puck, but this there isn’t room in this study for the two of us!”
Ms. Marvelous grabbed a fistful of the giant’s sweater in her left hand and planted her right firmly under his crotch. Lifting his massive weight over her head, she took two steps back toward the desk and launched him into the air.
“Oh, shit,” Puck said gloomily as he sailed toward the window beyond. His body smashed through the glass and fell to the lawn below. The big man landed heavily on the grass, bounced, and came to a rest several feet away. “That wasn’t much fun,” he muttered just before passing out.
Back in the study, the girl in violet suddenly found that two of the four attackers were no longer near at hand. The two that remained were distracted by the battle going on around them. The assassin decided there would never be a better time than the present to escape. She squirmed under their grip, trying to wrench her body free of the strong hands that held it pinned against the floor. Her right shoulder came free, allowing her to twist onto her left side. Her right leg found some wiggle room and was soon free, as well. A snap kick to the head of the man on her left knocked him away and gave her more room. A back elbow strike to the chest of the man on her right freed her entirely.
She straightened her long legs and tried to ignore the burn in her thighs. Her calves had been folded under her body for a long time—It felt good to stretch them out, but she would need a minute or two to work out the kinks in her muscles. Rolling onto her back, she snapped her legs above her and used the momentum to bounce up onto her feet. Her moves were so quick that her opponents had little chance to even know what was happening, much less react to her.
A knife-hand strike sent the first man reeling. A perfectly executed roundhouse kick sent the second crashing into the wall. For the moment, she had the advantage. Her eyes searched the room for Griffon—The man that had molested her now skulked on the opposite side of the study, his face a mixture of anger and fear.
Ms. Marvelous brushed herself off and looked back at the pretty brunette. “I never did catch your name?”
“Elle,” the young woman replied. “Elle Mental.”
“Ok, Elle, I’ve got business with Lomac, downstairs. Can you handle these three?” The violet clad warrior nodded. “Yes, though it would be helpful if I had my rope. Especially if Puck comes back.”
“I know where it is,” the heroine assured her with a smile. “Come to the loft and I’ll toss it up to you.”
The girl did as Ms. Marvelous asked, following the champion to the edge of the loft. She watched in admiration as the athletic blonde hopped over the railing and dropped lightly to the floor below. The rope was there, on the marble tiles, just where Ms. Marvelous had left it.
The young heroine reached down and grabbed up the rope. She quickly coiled it into four large loops, then turned and looked up toward the loft. Elle was there, reaching out with her hand. Ms. Marvelous tossed it upward. The girl in violet grabbed it out of the air and gave her new friend a quick wink in gratitude.
“Now, I will teach these boys a lesson that they will not soon forget!” she shouted. Ms. Marvelous smiled and returned the wink. She had little doubt that the young brunette would make good on her boast. The heroine’s pleasure was short lived, though. Before she knew what was happening, a pair of strong hands slipped between her arms from behind and firmly grasped her breasts. Fingers rubbed across her nipples, trying to get a reaction out of her. It was Lomac! “No!” she cried as she struggled to escape. Grabbing the villain’s wrists, Ms. Marvelous used her superior strength to pull his hands away. She slipped from his grasp and somersaulted forward to put some space between her and her opponent. She leapt into the air and used her flying power to aid in the execution of a perfect forward flip and half twist. She landed softly on her feet, eight feet away, facing her adversary.
Ms. Marvelous had escaped the Prince’s hold quickly, but her troubles were not over. The Warlord’s two bodyguards moved in on her from the sides in an attempt to restrain her. They still held the sex toys they had retrieved from the cabinet and seemed intent to use them on her. She knew she could not allow that to happen.
The men grabbed her roughly by the arms. The man on her left jabbed the big rubber dildo at her crotch—The heavily knobbed end pressed against the opening to her womanhood through the fabric of her costume. She squirmed in protest and the thing slid away, the thick shaft of it dragging across her gap and finding a home between her legs. The man smiled evilly and continued to push upward on the shaft, pressing it tightly against her nether mouth.
The man on her right reached behind her and attacked her from the rear with the vibrator. He stabbed it at her buttocks with his left hand, driving the point of the toy between the young heroine’s butt-cheeks. He sought her hole, trying to penetrate her even through the fabric of her costume. He flicked the power switch with his thumb and laughed as the blonde tensed and gasped.
A jolt of sensations darted through the young beauty’s body as the tip of the vibrator made contact with her anus. The man, having found his target, pressed the tip of the shaft harder against her hole. He was not gentle as he drilled her with the thing and tried to gain entry.
“No! You must not!” the valiant heroine protested as she struggled to escape.
Frustrated at the lack of progress he was making, the man released her shoulder and snaked his right arm past the heroine’s hip. His hand grabbed her butt-cheek and pulled it to the side, opening her to him. He pressed down on the vibrator again, finally gaining entry and driving it an inch inside her. The stretchy fabric of her costume served as a kind of condom, sliding inside her hole over the vibrator but doing little to hold it out or otherwise protect her.
Ms. Marvelous moaned in desperation as the vibrating device sent a jolt of sensations coursing through her body. She resisted him, clenching her ass in an attempt to keep the vile thing from penetrating her further. But his attack was relentless. The humming sound of the vibrator increased in intensity as he flicked the switch a second time and put it into high speed. A new flood of sensations coursed through the blonde heroine and she momentarily lost her concentration. The vibrator was driven a second inch inside her aching hole.
“Aaagh!” she cried. “Stop it!”
The man with the vibrator laughed. “Hey Mikey, I think she likes it!”
“Not as much as she’s going to like this, Joey!” Mikey replied to his friend as he again positioned the head of the dildo against Ms. Marvelous’s moistening nether mouth. Using his right foot, he hooked the heroine’s left ankle and forced it outward so that her legs were spread. Working from the front, his hand pushed the dildo upward, trying to gain access to the doorway of a pussy that he knew must be there, hidden behind the black fabric of the heroine’s bikini bottom. It wasn’t hard to find, really—Her costume was so tight that even the outline of her nether mouth was clearly visible.
Ms. Marvelous struggled against her attackers, trying to break free of the strong hands that held her upper arms. She knew she didn’t have much time. The vibrator in her ass was driving her wild, sending unwanted erotic feelings pulsing through her body. Worse, Mikey had found his mark and driven the tip of the big dildo between her nether lips. She was holding him out for the moment, thanks as much to the enormous size of the thing as to her own efforts, but didn’t know how much longer she could continue. With each passing moment, her vulnerable pussy was moistening. With each passing second, further penetration became more likely.
“You bastards!” she screamed. “I will not allow this!”
The laughter of the men was cut short as Ms. Marvelous wrenched her arms free and lashed out at her tormentors. A back elbow strike landed on Joey’s cheek, knocking him backward and freeing the heroine’s anus from the torment of the vibrator. A palm strike to the chin dazed Mikey and sent him reeling. He continued to clutch the dildo, but for the moment the big enforcer was no longer a threat.
Ms. Marvelous breathed a sigh of relief as the two sex toys were removed from her body. She followed up on her advantage by snap kicking Joey in the ribs and sending him to the ground. That would teach them to violate her in such a way, she thought. Maybe next time they would—
Suddenly, the blonde champion was grabbed from behind. Prince Lomac had once again got the drop on her. As before, his hands came up under her arms. A before, his fingers found their way to her breasts. A light pinch on her jutting nipples caused her body to stiffen. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock. Her powerful yet vulnerable body quickly responded to the groping touch of the Prince’s fingers, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure surging though her.
Ms. Marvelous struggled frantically against her attacker, twisting and turning within his hold, but she knew that it would not be so easy to escape this time as it had been the last. The abuse she had suffered at the hands of Mikey and Joey had aroused the Sartak within her. She was now vulnerable to the Prince.
Sensing the blonde warrior’s weakness, Prince Lomac doubled his efforts. Leaning back and using his arms to control her, the evil Warlord lifted the valiant heroine’s body up, taking her nearly off the floor. She grabbed his wrists to pull his hands away as she had done before, but this time he had the leverage and maintained his hold. “Ah, yes,” he said to himself. “Just like on the pier.”
The memory of how he had defeated Ms. Marvelous with the help of the same hold on the pier just a few short weeks before flashed through his mind. Her breasts, he mused, fit perfectly into his hands, as if made for him. Firm, yet soft, perky, yet pliable—Her breasts were a thing of joy to him and a thing of weakness to her.
The Prince knew that the heroine was susceptible to such attacks. Already, after only a few seconds within the hold, her breasts were beginning to swell. Her nipples, agitated under his thumbs, were beginning to stand up. Yes, he decided, it would not be long now before he had his way with this troublesome beauty.
But his cock still ached. The bitch had hurt him when she grabbed it. His arousal, spurred on by the close contact of her backside with his body and her breasts with his hands, made it hurt all the more. Damn her! He would not be able to penetrate her tonight. But he was a quick healer, he knew, and there was always tomorrow night.
The heroine struggled against her attacker, trying to pull his hands away from her sensitive breasts. Like Lomac, she too remembered being in this hold during the fight on the pier. Her strength had been slowly drained and she had never recovered—Lomac had gone on to beat her, to rape her, and it had all started with this simple hold.
His arms were inside of her own, preventing her from driving an elbow to his ribs. Each time she tried to strike him high, he moved his head away before she could make contact. He held her aloft so that only the tips of her boots barely touched the ground. She had no leverage, no way to escape.
Lomac’s fingers danced across her swelling breasts. His thumbs worked their magic on her hardening nipples. The ultra-thin fabric of her costume provided little protection. A soft moan escaped her lips. Her body was reacting quickly to his touch. Erotic impulses coursed through her. She had to do something quickly, she knew. She had only been held within the Warlord’s grasp for slightly more than a minute, yet already the Sartak was rearing its ugly head.
Ms. Marvelous’s hands fell away from her attacker’s wrists. She tried to lift them, tried again to pull the Prince’s hands away, but her arms had seemingly lost all strength. Her hands slowly fell, then
dangled weakly at her sides. As if in resignation, her head fell backward and lay softly on the Warlord’s left shoulder. She could feel his warm breath on her nape. She could tell from the excited tempo of his breathing that the Prince was turned on. This was no longer a fight, at least not for him. It was—she was—a means for satisfying his need for sexual gratification.
The weight of her body leaned against his own. He supported her, leaning backward and allowing her back to press against his chest. Her butt rested against his lower abdomen. She could feel the warm bulge in his pants pressing against her. Her legs went limp, the toes of her black boots barely scraping the ground. Her eyes slowly closed. Her breathing became relaxed and her struggles ceased. She was defeated.
Two more minutes went by. Lomac’s hands continued to work their magic, drawing forth the young heroine’s breasts until they were large and heavy. Blood rushed into her melons, responding to the stimulation of his fingers and leaving her breasts swollen and sensitive. He gently circled the small cups of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, then lightly pinched her hardening knobs. A soft moan escaped the blonde champion’s slightly parted lips.
“Lomac has you now, sweet one,” he whispered into her ear. “And this time, there shall be no escape.”
Ms. Marvelous moaned yet again and barely heard the taunt of her tormentor. Her mind was full of erotic imagery, of pictures and sensations of being ravished. All she could feel was her aching nipples. All she could think about were her swollen breasts and the strong hands that massaged them. Wave after wave of electric sensations shot through her quickly weakening body. Her arms and legs were distant and unfeeling. The large, warm, bulge of her attacker’s massive cock pressed against her right butt-cheek. Oh, god, she thought. Was there nothing that could save her? Was there nothing that could prevent the bulge from becoming a spike and penetrating her over and over again? Would he unleash it upon her? Would the Prince pull his huge member from his pants and use it to obliterate her?
The heroine thought again of the first battle, the battle on the pier. She thought of how the Prince had ravished her, of how he had used his terrible member to rape her into submission. It was because of her prior defeat, she knew, that her body now responded so quickly to his touch. It was a hideous after-effect of the Sartak, a curse that she should always be sexually receptive to those that had
defeated her before.
He had violated her, raped her. But had it really been into submission? The heroine tried to concentrate, tried to make her mind focus on something other than the erotic sensations that were emanating from her tortured breasts and nipples. No, she remembered. The Prince had raped her, but not into submission. She had fought until the end, using the last of her fading strength to pull them both over the side of the pier and into the icy cold currents of the river below. They had gone under, locked together in a death embrace, the Prince inside of her and reluctant to let go of his hard-earned prize. In the end, he had been forced to release her, lest he, too, drown.
But she had not succumbed to the river, either. Somehow, she had made it to shore, a waterlogged, weakened, near-helpless super-heroine. But alive. And not defeated. Ms. Marvelous thought again of the reasons she fought, the reasons she constantly put her life on the line. Evil could not be allowed to rule the world, she remembered. Criminals like Lomac could not be allowed free reign. The strong could not be allowed to victimize the weak. She fought not for herself, she remembered, but for innocents everywhere, innocents that needed someone to protect them. The blonde heroine forced her eyes open and lifted her head. “I’ll never surrender to you, Lomac,” she said in a husky voice. “I’ll fight you until the bitter end.”
“Then the end is at hand, my sweet,” the Prince snickered. “Your once powerful body lies limp in my arms. Your breasts are swollen and hot. Your tits are like marbles under my fingers. You are defeated.”
His words seemed to drain all resolve from her body. He was right—Her engorged breasts ached and her rock hard nipples screamed. With each new caress of his fingers, she slipped further into the depths of the unrelenting Sartak. She could no longer feel her legs or her arms. All she could feel was the burning that had taken over her body. Her pussy was now dripping wet and ready. The Prince could take her at any time.
Once again her head dropped back against her conqueror’s shoulder. A pinch on her nipples caused her to moan loudly. It was over. It was all over.
“No!” she screamed in desperation. “I won’t let this happen!”
The blonde champion struggled weakly, forcing her hands to rise and grab hold of her opponent’s wrists. Vainly, she tried to wrench his strong hands away. She squirmed within his grasp, writhing this way and that but never breaking free of his powerful arms. Gradually, her struggles lessened, then ceased altogether.
“You see, Ms. Marvelous?” the despot snickered. “It is hopeless. You are beaten.” Again, the heroine’s head dropped back and her body went limp. She had been locked in his hold for almost five minutes. The Sartak was swamping her, draining her. Her swollen breasts felt as if they might explode. Her nipples jutted and throbbed as the fingers of her attacker continued to inflict an exquisite torture upon them. But she was not defeated. Not yet. Rather, she was mustering her strength for one last effort at escape. Having decided on a course of action, Ms. Marvelous lifted her right leg in front of her so that it was parallel to the ground. She brought it down and back with everything she had and drove her foot into Lomac’s right knee. The sound of the impact echoed through the room. The Prince howled in pain. She drove her foot into his knee a second time. The Prince was forced to release his hold. Ms. Marvelous dropped to one knee and tried to gather her composure. She was free, but weak. She couldn’t hesitate, she knew. She couldn’t give Lomac the opportunity to grab her again. The valiant female warrior forced herself to her feet. She could sense that Lomac was directly behind her, moving toward her to reestablish his hold. She took a deep breath and then, without looking, turned and fired a straight left at head level.
Somehow, miraculously, the punch landed. The blow drove the Prince backward. He tripped over a Victorian chair and fell to the ground. Ms. Marvelous stepped away to put some space between them. She was standing but feeling weak as a kitten. Lomac’s two bodyguards, having had time to recover, stepped between the heroine and their fallen boss, threatening her with their sex toys.
Ms. Marvelous again backed away, eyeing the toys derisively. She had broken Lomac’s hold and done some damage but, of course, he had damaged her, as well. The Sartak was raging strong inside her—The sight of the sex toys in the hands of the two thugs reminded her of the danger she faced and caused her to hesitate.
The heroine considered taking flight and fleeing the house. The battle had drained her badly. Her back had been injured and now ached in pain. Her breasts had been molested and also ached, though in a way far more sinister. Perhaps it would be better, she thought, to depart this place and survive to fight another day.
Lomac slowly rose to his feet. He took a step forward, but staggered as his injured knee objected. “Damn you, woman! Lomac will make you pay tenfold for that!”
The heroine put thoughts of running from her mind. She had searched for weeks to find the Prince. Now she had him and he was injured. She would never have a better opportunity than now to take him out.
“There won’t be any stalemates, tonight, Lomac,” she said in an effort to buck up her confidence. “Tonight, one way or another, it ends.”
“Yes, tonight it ends!” the Prince agreed. “Tonight, the Warlord of Riberia defeats his greatest foe!”
“Someone is going to be defeated, but it won’t be me!”
“Bah! Your boldness is wasted on me, wench. Lomac will make you his concubine!” “Never! After tonight, the only women you’ll be seeing are the ones testifying against you at your trial!”
“Enough useless banter! Mikey! Joey! Get her!”
Elle Mental took her rope and walked casually back into the study. Her breasts were bare and revealed, the fabric of her costume having been torn away, but she tried to appear unconcerned. In truth, she was horrified, but she could not let her attackers know it.
And in fact, there was no getting around the situation. She would be damned if she would go running away for the sake of modesty and let them get the best of her. Now that she was free and had her rope, she would teach these fools the true meaning of mutant power.
The two men she had disabled were quickly regaining their senses. Puck was nowhere to be seen, having been tossed out the window. Griffon, the silver haired bastard that had molested her, still stood on the opposite side of the room, in the corner near the desk. His recent encounter with the super heroine, Ms. Marvelous, had left him shaken, but at the sight of the violet warrior, now alone, her perky breasts hanging out of her costume and looking good, his confidence quickly returned.
“You should have fled with the blonde,” he said snidely. “You’re no match for me.” “Oh, Ms. Marvelous did not flee,” the girl replied in defense of the absent champion. “She’s downstairs beating on your boss. Just like I’m going to beat on you.”
Griffon’s eyes flashed in anger. “I told you before, Lomac is not my boss! I work for--” “Refrain. Yeah, yeah, you said as much. But Don Refrain is not here to help you, now, you bastard pig. No one can help you now.”
“Don’t be so sure—Rocko! Smitty! Take the skank!”
The two men, recovered and anxious to get their hands on the lithe form of the young brunette, leapt at her from either side. She had been aware of them all along, though, and easily dodged their grasping hands by leaping into the air and backflipping out of harm’s way. The two thugs crashed together and left themselves vulnerable to an attack. A spinning heel kick nailed Rocko on the temple. He crumpled like a house of cards. Smitty fared no better, meeting a lightning fast crescent kick that buried him in the shag carpet.
The violet assassin was not done. Wanting to put the men out of the fight once and for all so that she could focus solely on Griffon, she grabbed them each by the scruff of the neck, dragged them to the center of the room, and forcefully slammed them back to back. Rocko and Smitty, dazed by the rough treatment, could do little to stop the girl as she wrapped her rope around their bodies. She looped it around them several times and then used the telekinetic powers of her mind to tighten and knot it.
“There!” she shouted victoriously. “Now, it is just you and me, Griffon. One on one, just like I like it!”
“You’ll find that I am much tougher than these stooges,” the silver-haired man replied with a flip handed motion toward his defeated cohorts. “I’ll make quick work of you, then resume my inspection of your ample, um, assets.”
The brunette hated the way that Griffon ogled her exposed breasts. It was one more thing for which she would make him pay, she decided.
They approached each other warily, neither wanting to make the first move or mistake. Griffon had now seen the violet assassin in action. Her moves were good. He would have to be careful with such a wildcat, he knew. As for Elle, she had not yet seen much in the way of fighting skills from her cowardly opponent. She warned herself against underestimating him.
Griffon hesitated at the side of the desk. The door was opposite him, behind his opponent. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, he decided. Going up against a super-heroine could be dangerous. She had made quick work of his gang, after all. Escape was probably the best course of action, but taking the same route as that idiot Puck was out of the question. No, he needed to get to the door and to the stairs that lay beyond.
Elle Mental could read the look of fear on Griffon’s face. Her opponent had stupidly backed himself up against the desk and now had nowhere to run. Now was the time to take him out, she decided. But suddenly, just as she was about to make her move, Griffon raised his head and gazed over her shoulder. His eyes opened wide, as if in surprise, and he smiled.
The young brunette cursed herself. The door was behind her, she remembered. Someone must be sneaking up on her! She spun and let go with a backhand strike. It hit nothing but air. What? There was no one there? She had been fooled! Too late, she realized her mistake. The shadows in the study danced for a second, then the desk lamp came crashing down over her head. The young beauty dropped like a sack of grain to the floor.
Griffon smiled and allowed the remnants of the broken lamp to fall from his hand. The room had gone dark, but the sound of his opponent’s body hitting the floor reassured him that his ruse had been completely successful. The stupid fool-- She had fallen for the oldest trick in the book!
A soft beam of light flowed into the study through the open doorway to the loft, beyond. He could just make out the form of his opponent’s fallen figure on the floor. For a moment, he was tempted to cop another feel or two on her soft tits, but a bit of movement on her part made him think twice. Super-heroines were known to recover quickly, he knew. It would be best if he departed even quicker.
He stepped over the fallen warrior and made his way to the door. His tied up mates looked to him for help, but he ignored them. There was no time. A glance back confirmed that, indeed, the young brunette was recovering. He needed to hurry. The stairs were to his left. Ms. Marvelous was down below, he could see, but it appeared that Lomac and his cohorts were giving her an appropriately rough time of it. It seemed that the Prince, too, for whom Griffon had no love, was also getting knocked around some. “Serves him right,” the silver-haired enforcer mumbled to himself.
Griffon hurried down the stairs toward the marble tiled surface of the main floor. He made his way to the other side of the room. He did not even consider joining the fight against Ms. Marvelous. He’d had enough of super-heroes for one night, thank you very much, and more than enough of the blonde bitch, in particular. Instead, he hugged the wall and tried to remain out of sight. If he could just make it to the door at the back of the room, the one that led to the pool area, he would be all right.
But the violet assassin had other ideas. The bastard Griffon had tricked her, but he would not escape her. Pulling herself to her feet, she made her way to the loft and looked down just in time to see the silver-haired enforcer slipping away through the door. “Damn you,” she cursed. “You will not get away!”
The young woman leapt over the railing of the loft and dropped to the floor, twelve feet below. She landed lightly, in a crouch, then sprinted toward the door. If the other combatants in the room noticed her, they didn’t say anything. She glanced only briefly at her new ally, Ms. Marvelous. The heroine was squared off against three attackers, but the blonde could handle herself. Once her business with Griffon was done, the Elle decided, she would come back and help clean up whatever remained of Lomac, but first things first.
“My head hurts.” Puck pulled himself to his feet and brushed the broken shards of glass from his black sweater. He stared up at the window from which he had been tossed. “The little girl is a lot stronger than she looks.”
The big man made his way to the front foyer and tried the main door. It was locked. The muffled sounds of combat resonated from the other side. He considered breaking down the door but decided against it. Griffon had told him to stop breaking things. In any case, Puck figured the door around the back of the house, the one that opened into the pool area, was probably open. It usually was, after all. Puck rubbed his aching head. “A swim might do me good,” he mumbled as he began on his way.
Glancing at his boss for assurance, Mikey stepped forward and swung a haymaker left at the blonde heroine. Ms. Marvelous ducked under the blow and countered with a quick chop to his ribs. A snap kick to his left thigh dropped him down to one knee. The man jabbed at her with the long dildo, planting the tip of it at the base of her crotch. This only infuriated the super-powerful warrior, though, and she quickly slapped the instrument away.
But the dildo had been meant as a diversion—Lifting his bulk off the ground, Mikey smashed a solid right into the heroine’s face. Her light frame was lifted off the ground and propelled backward by the force of the powerful blow. She crashed into an entertainment center, destroying its glass and wood paneled exterior. The man reached in after her and grabbed her around the throat with his right hand. He was none to gentle as he forcibly extracted her lithe form from the debris and threw her to the marble tiles of the floor.
The thug looked up at his mates and laughed. Maybe this wouldn’t be so tough, after all, he thought. But his brief moment of glory was rudely interrupted as the blonde heroine rolled onto her side and snapped a kick to his knee.
Ms. Marvelous was back on her feet before the big man hit the floor. He howled in pain and protest as she stepped forward and delivered a second kick to his chest. The dildo flew from his hand and skidded across the floor. Confident that Mikey was out of the fight, at least for the moment, she turned to face Joey and was pleased to see that he was suddenly reluctant to join in the battle. Perhaps he had some common sense after all, the heroine hoped. She didn’t enjoy hurting people, even people like these.
She wasn’t surprised, though, when her hopes for a peaceful settlement with Joey were dashed. A growl from his boss urged the brute forward. Still holding the vibrator in his left hand, Joey furrowed his brow and mustered his courage. He swung a wild right at her head that she easily dodged. Forming a fist around the vibrator, he tried a straight left. Ms. Marvelous blocked the punch and answered with one of her own. She caught him high on the chest, just under the collarbone. The blow backed him up a step, but he countered by lifting his big right boot and mule kicking her in the stomach. The force behind the blow was great and doubled the young heroine over. She could do little to prevent him from wrapping his arms around her back and waist. The thug easily picked her up off the ground. He turned her over into an inverted position and then slammed her down with a perfectly executed power bomb.
Ms. Marvelous crashed hard onto the unforgiving marble tiles and was momentarily stunned by the vicious blow. The room was spinning. She looked up toward the high ceiling and saw stars. She felt Joey grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs. Then she heard the humming sound again. She forced her head up and looked down toward her feet. He was there, between her thighs, the vibrator in his left hand and pointed at her crotch. With his right hand he grabbed at her costume, roughly pulling the sheer material away and exposing her most private area.
“Ah! There we go!” the man exclaimed. “That’s as sweet as I have ever seen.”
He moved the vibrator closer. Ms. Marvelous gasped as the oscillating tip made contact with her moist nether lips. But the thug had underestimated her—Already, the effects of the power bomb were wearing off. The heroine had plenty of fight left in her.
“Bastard!” she snarled as she lifted her right leg. “Get off of me!”
She slammed her foot into his shoulder, knocking him backwards. The man seemed more surprised than hurt. The two combatants rose off the ground together, each keeping a wary eye on the other. Ms. Marvelous adjusted her costume so that she was once again appropriately covered. Her costume always revealed a lot of skin-- her legs, midriff, and back were bare. What was covered was still revealed to a degree through the skin-tight fabric of the outfit. In fact, the red and black costume fit so tightly that it might have been painted on. Not that it restricted her movements—Rather, the special material from which it was constructed conformed to every curve and angle of her body. It flowed with her movements, stretching and contracting to allow an unhindered range of motion while never bunching up in those places where less adaptable clothing was likely to bunch up. It was also nearly indestructible. And since it naturally repelled dirt and stains, she always looked good.
The beautiful heroine had come to accept that her body was basically on display anytime she donned the red and black. Modest by nature, it had taken some getting used to, but she supposed the alternative was not very good. The idea of wearing a restrictive or bulky uniform that would shred when damaged, possibly leaving her naked, was unpleasant. So she endured the ogling stares and off color comments, content in the fact that she was upholding a long and well-received tradition of super-heroes everywhere.
The fact that she was absolutely gorgeous also helped. Her body was a finely tuned machine. She had been a great athlete before gaining her powers—Since the transformation, her fabulous body had become all the more striking. Her thirty-four, twenty-three, thirty-four measurements were well proportioned on her five foot nine inch frame. Her shoulders were strong and muscled, though completely feminine. Her breasts stood firm and tall. Her chiseled abdominal muscles were gently outlined beneath the lightly tanned skin of her stomach. Smooth hips and strong thighs stood atop long, slender legs. In all, the heroine combined the best aspects of both strength and beauty into a single, extraordinary package.
But what was perhaps most captivating about this angel was her eyes. Large and blue, framed by a black mask and a mantle of golden hair, the heroine’s eyes could swallow any man within their crystal depths. Once locked within the captivating stare of those eyes, few criminals could resist her beauty. Though they feared her, few could overcome the urge to taste her full, red lips or to feel her firm, perfect breasts. Though they despised her, few could resist the urge to grasp those breasts or to force a cock between those lips—These were the nearly uncontrollable desires of the evil men she battled.
And so it was with Joey. He saw. He wanted. He forgot that he was no match for this woman, forgot that he was hopelessly outclassed. After all, he had done relatively well, so far. He had pressed his vibrator inside her ass, felt her squirm under its influence. He had power bombed her to the ground and nearly inserted the vibrator into her pussy. The thought of her pussy excited him. It had been beautiful, perfect. Joey wanted to see it again. He wanted to take this bitch for himself.
Joey no longer looked to his boss for assurance. His focus was entirely on the young blonde a few short feet away. A massive hard-on was about to rip through his pants. He wanted this girl. Excited by the thrill of combat, driven forward by his lust, he no longer had any fear. He was a machine. He had a single thought only, to throw this girl to the ground and to take her, right then, right there.
Ms. Marvelous could see the change in her opponent’s demeanor. She could see the lustful desire burning in his crazed eyes. She could see the large bulge protruding through his blue jeans. She knew what he wanted. She knew what he intended to do.
The heroine felt her own weakness. She felt the Sartak, still simmering inside her. Her breasts were hot and heavy. Her nipples were like hard marbles. A patch of moisture on the crotch of her costume indicated her readiness to accept Joey’s cock. She knew that in her present condition he represented a great danger to her. She had to be careful.
Joey advanced on her, waving the vibrator in front of him. A lightning quick spinning heel kick removed it from his hand. It bounced along the floor and came to a stop several feet away. A surge of confidence filled the heroine as she saw her opponent disarmed.
She glanced at Lomac to make sure that the Prince was not making a move. It pleased her to see that he was still hobbled. He hung back, content, for the moment, to watch the action. Too late, she realized she should have kept her focus on Joey. The thug charged her. There was no time to dodge.
Joey tackled Ms. Marvelous and took her to the hard floor viciously. He straddled her with his legs, sitting atop her bare stomach and pinning her to the ground. He smashed a right cross off her chin that bounced her head off the marble tiles. She grimaced in pain as he struck her a second blow.
Ms. Marvelous tried to regain her focus. The blows she was being dealt hurt, but she could take it. All she needed was a second to recover and then she would teach this obstinate punk a lesson. Suddenly, though, her attacker changed tactics. She felt him grab her already swollen breasts and pinch down. She moaned as a new wave of sensations rifled through her tormented body.
Joey’s technique was rough and amateurish compared to that of his boss. But Ms. Marvelous was weak and already aroused. Her nipples screamed as he roughly pinched them. He seemed to hold them forever, using all his fingers, tweaking them hard and long. The heroine’s back arched, lifting her tormentor off the ground as she languished under the torture he forced her to endure. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, he released his hold and allowed her hard knobs a moment of freedom.
The weakening heroine’s eyes glassed over and partially closed. The sensations she was enduring were too much. As Joey continued to fondle her aching breasts, the young blonde thought she might pass out. It was too much… too much. The Sartak was all over her, swamping her within its velvety embrace and stealing her strength. Her back flattened against the floor and she went limp under her attacker’s weight.
From deep inside, the heroine could feel an orgasm growing. It was like an unstoppable force, becoming more powerful with each new brush of Joey’s fingers across her tortured breasts. With each new pinch of her protruding knobs, it captured a bit more of her mind, determined, it seemed, to take her over entirely.
Joey was ecstatic. Here he was, a small time punk from Megapolis, who now had the city’s greatest super-heroine at his mercy. He had done what so many others had failed to do—He had defeated the great Ms. Marvelous. She writhed beneath him, weakly trying to escape, but he knew that he had her. He could tell by the look of hopeless agony on her face. It was a look the likes of which he
had never before seen, an expression of intense desperation mixed with burning passion. It made him want her all the more. He thought that at any moment he might bust out of his pants. He had to have this woman. Lomac be damned, he had to have her.
Joey slid his thumbs under the tapers of the helpless heroine’s costume and lifted the sheer material up and over her engorged breasts. The fabric stretched easily and lay where he left it, just above her firm mounds. He looked down on her for a long moment, liking the view, then dove in on her with a renewed intensity. He shifted his weight so that he lay on top of the young blonde, his mouth at tit level. He took her left nipple into his mouth and slowly teased it with his tongue. He pressed down on it softly with his lips, then nibbled it with his teeth. He cupped it in his mouth and sucked, drawing it deeper inside.
Ms. Marvelous moaned loudly as her attacker drew out her left nipple. Her breast was so swollen that it felt as if it might explode at any moment. Her nipple was so hard and sensitive that each movement of Joey’s tongue across its surface felt like it was tearing away the skin. The orgasm growing inside her was gaining in intensity—The young heroine knew from experience that she was one of those rare women for whom stimulation of the mammary glands alone was sometimes enough to bring her to a climax.
Were that to happen—were she reach orgasm—then she knew that it would be all over. An orgasm was the ultimate expression of the Sartak and would steal away all her powers. She could survive one, two, or possibly even three orgasms, but eventually the end would come and life itself would slip away. It had happened to others of her kind-- She could be literally fucked to death.
Joey hastened and intensified his attack on the young heroine’s breasts, sucking and feeding with a hunger that had to be satisfied. His hands, lips, and tongue darted over her helpless form as if he were animal stripping a carcass. Then moans of his victim came forth uninhibited and loud, filling the room with the sounds of her desperation and passion.
“That’s enough!” The strong voice of Prince Lomac interrupted. “You have done well, Joey, but that’s enough. I reserve the ultimate victory for myself.”
“Mmmmpph!” Joey responded while continuing to suck the helpless heroine’s tit. “I said that’s enough!” The Prince limped toward the two prone bodies and grabbed his subordinate by the back of the neck. With one powerful hand, the angered Warlord lifted Joey off of the fallen heroine. “You will obey me!”
Fire burned in Joey’s eyes. He wanted Ms. Marvelous for himself. His cock felt as if it might blow its wad at any moment. “No! I defeated her! She is mine!”
A vicious swipe from the back of Lomac’s hand sent Joey reeling. “Do you think to challenge the Warlord of Riberia? Are you so foolish as to presume that you are worthy of such an honor?” Joey took a step forward, his fists clenched. “But she’s mine! You had your chance. I want her!” “I allowed you to have a taste. Perhaps, after I am done with her, after I have lost interest, so to speak, I will allow you another.”
“But--”
“Silence! Lomac has spoken. Now, help Mikey off the floor. We still have work to do.” Joey’s head dropped in resignation. Despite the burning desire he felt for the super-heroine, he did not dare to challenge his boss. Only one man in Megapolis was more powerful than Lomac and that was Don Refrain. And even Refrain would think twice before taking on the Prince in combat. Joey knew that it would be better to do as he was instructed, and to help his friend Mikey.
Prince Lomac watched his argumentative bodyguard turn and walk away. Joey was brash, but he was a good fighter. To have taken down Ms. Marvelous, even weakened as she was, was a tremendous feat. He would have to keep his eye on this one, the Warlord decided.
Lomac turned to examine the fallen heroine. To his amazement and pleasure, she still strived to survive. He watched as she struggled, first to her knees, then to her feet. He stood in front of her, his arms crossed and a confident sneer on his face.
“So, the Phoenix rises yet again from the ashes. All the better, I suppose. I want the victory for myself.”
The weakened super-heroine nodded in the direction of Joey. “Fighting over me, Lomac? Or perhaps your control over your lackeys isn’t as strong as you would like to believe?”
The Prince snickered. “Bah! Throughout history, warriors have argued over the spoils of their victories. How does it feel, Ms. Marvelous, to be a spoil?”
The heroine flinched. She had to admit that it didn’t feel good. She was a strong and valiant female warrior—To have men fighting over her, fighting over who would get to have her, was a feeling she did not like. But maybe she wasn’t defeated, at least, not just yet. The argument between Lomac and Joey had given her a moment’s rest. She was back on her feet. She wasn’t in great shape, admittedly, but neither were her enemies. She could still win this battle.
“Don’t count up the spoils just yet, Lomac. There is still some fight left in me.”
“Good! Then let us finish this. Now!”
The Prince leapt at the young blonde, trying to get his arms around her. She pushed him away and stepped to the side, then chopped him in the thigh with a snap kick. The Prince winced but held his ground.
“Ah, you do still have some fight in you. Good!”
He came in on her again, limping noticeably with injuries in both legs but still mobile. He reached for her and brushed his left hand across her exposed right breast. A pang of sensation rolled through her upper body and she grimaced. It was difficult to maintain control over the erotic feelings burning inside her.
“Do you see?” he asked with a smile. “Your defeat is eminent. You might as well give in to the inevitable.”
“I’ll never give up!” she hissed.
“Then prepare yourself, for the end is near.”
The Prince approached her again. His right leg dragged behind him, but he was still surprisingly quick. As he reached for her, Ms. Marvelous dodged into a crouch and spun her heel. She caught him behind the legs with a sweeping kick. The Warlord fell to the floor and snarled.
“Is that the best you can do?” he asked as he pulled himself to his feet. “You merely delay the inevitable.”
Ms. Marvelous did not answer. Perhaps her move had not done much damage, she considered, but it had bought her some time. And time was what she needed. With each passing moment, the orgasm within her subsided. With each passing second, the Sartak grew less intense. Time was what she needed.
The Prince knew this, too. His strategy was simple. Get close to the weakened heroine and grab her. Get her in a hold and then go to work once again on her vulnerable areas. Her breasts, her ass, her pussy—These were the keys to defeating her.
He dove in on Ms. Marvelous a fourth time, again trying to get his arms around her. She side stepped him, but the Prince managed to get his right hand on her stomach. The heroine turned and spun, letting go with a karate chop as she did. The blow landed solidly on the side of Lomac’s neck and forced him backward.
Ms. Marvelous hesitated to follow up on her brief advantage. The karate chop had hurt the Prince, but not dropped him to the floor as she had hoped. She had to be careful. She could not allow him to get his hands on her. With a growl of impatience, Lomac came at her again. Making a split decision, the heroine leapt into the air with the intention of using her flying power to escape the villain’s charge. She would take advantage of the high ceilings, she decided. She would fly around, out of reach and out of danger, until such time as she had regained some strength.
But the quickly formulated plan failed miserably. Anticipating her move, the Prince dove forward and grabbed Ms. Marvelous’s ankles as she launched herself into the air. Using all his weight and strength, Lomac reeled her in, pulling the surprised heroine back down to earth. She came down face to face with her attacker, his powerful arms locked around her slender waist.
The Prince squeezed her tightly against his body, mashing her swollen mounds against his chest. Ms. Marvelous pushed against his strong shoulders and squirmed within his grasp in an effort to break free. Her bare, rock hard nipples screamed as they rubbed across his gold clad chest. “Release me!” she cried in desperation. “Let me go!”
The Prince locked his hands together in the small of the heroine’s already injured back. Lifting her body off the ground, he squeezed with all his strength. The powerful bear hug caused the young
blonde to cry out in pain. He lifted her light frame higher so that he was staring at her swollen melons. He gently kissed each breast, then took her right nipple in his mouth. He sucked long and hard on the protruding knob while at the same time lessoning the pressure he was putting on her back. The heroine moaned loudly as pain was replaced with pleasure.
“Aaagh! Stop… please stop…”
But Lomac did not stop. Once again, he tightened his grip around her waist. Once again, the suffering heroine cried out in pain. She beat his shoulders with her fists, but her blows were weak. Her legs straddled him, vainly trying to find a point of leverage. She gripped his shoulders in her hands and dug her fingers into his flesh. But Lomac would not let go. Not now. Not when he was so close to victory.
As before, the Prince reduced the amount of pressure that his arms were putting on the heroine’s back. As before, he took her right nipple into his mouth. He cupped it with his lips and sucked, pulling it deep inside. The heroine’s struggles lessened. Her head fell back and dangled behind her. Her
blonde hair fell loosely down across her back. Her chest arched, thrusting her breasts into his face and her hard nipple deeper into his mouth. The Prince knew that he now had her. He had offered the brave heroine a choice between pain and pleasure. Whether she realized it or not, she had chosen pleasure.
He continued to support her weight in his arms, though he no longer squeezed her back. Instead, he continued to suck and tease the heroine’s aching nipples with his mouth. He switched from the right to the left, flicking at it with his tongue, marveling at how it responded to each knew touch. Indeed, the nipple was so swollen, so agitated, that the Prince thought the young woman might give up some milk to him at any moment.
Ms. Marvelous’s arms dropped from her attacker’s shoulders and hung limply at her sides. Her legs, too, which had been straddling the man, slid slowly downward until they dangled uselessly beneath her. Her head drooped backward and bounced slightly with the gentle rhythm of the Warlords actions. Her mind was completely swallowed up by the Sartak. Whatever had been gained had now been lost. She was defeated.
It had been a long fight. Even Lomac’s strong arms were growing tired. He released his hold and allowed the beautiful blonde to slide through his arms to the marble tiled floor. She rested on her knees for a long moment, his hand gripping her hair and holding her upright. She did not object as he pressed her face against the bulge in his pants. Her body remained limp as he positioned her full lips against the shaft of his swollen, aching member. For a moment he considered removing his man-tool from the restraints of his costume, of forcing it inside the helpless heroine’s mouth, but decided against it. Instead, he released his grip on her hair and allowed her to fall the rest of the way to the floor. She lay there, on her stomach, unmoving.
The Prince stood over his fallen foe and looked down on her victoriously. Again, he marveled at her beauty. He scanned the strong muscles of her back and the smooth, bare skin. He lusted over the curves of her slender waist and rounded hips. Her perky butt jutted into the air and tempted him. But the ache in his injured groin reminded him that he would have to wait.
Lomac stepped away from the heroine’s body. He knew that he should not allow her any time to recover. He had seen this stubborn warrior rise from the ashes to many times before. Joey and Mikey stood nearby, drained by the battle but anxious to be of service, none the less. Lomac motioned to them to pick up their sex toys. “Proceed as we planned, gentleman.”
“But Prince,” Joey asked in surprise, “aren’t you going to--”
“No!” he replied tersely. “The bitch has injured me. I am, unfortunately, in no condition to take her right now. But I will heal and she will keep. Proceed as planned and I will partake of her treasures at a later time.”
Joey looked lustfully at the helpless heroine. “Whatever you say, Boss.”
Prince Lomac frowned. “Take care, Joey. Do as we planned, but do not bring the woman to her climax. I reserve that right for myself. Do I make myself clear?”
“But she’s tough, boss. Look—Already, she’s starting to get up. I’m not sure we can handle her without--”
“Very well! You may use your toys on her. If she cums, then so be it. But I doubt that she will. She has impressive endurance for someone that is so oversexed. But under no circumstances shall you violate her with your own members, understand?”
“But Boss--”
“Under no circumstances! She belongs to me and me alone. No one else shall have her. Now, I must depart and find some ice for my aching groin. That bitch will pay for what she has done to Lomac. She will pay dearly.”
The men watched as the Warlord of Riberia limped away, clutching his injured groin. They turned and looked at each other, then at fallen heroine.
“What do you think?” Mikey asked.
“I think I want to ball the bitch but good,” Joey replied.
“Damn, if she isn’t getting up! Let’s get after her before she get’s it together!”
Ms. Marvelous was, indeed, rising to her feet. Or at least trying to. The young beauty groaned as she made it to her knees. Her body ached. Her breasts were on fire. Her pussy was literally dripping. A trickle of her juices flowed down the inside of her right thigh. Prince Lomac had brought her to the edge. The Sartak was strong inside her. An orgasm lived within her, as well, desperate to be fulfilled.
She tried to focus, tried to regain her composure. She was weak, but still conscious. She looked up. Joey and Mikey were there, the sex toys back in their hands, but the Prince was nowhere to be seen. If only she could get to her feet, maybe she would still have a chance.
But the men would not give her the chance. The leapt on her and forced her back to the ground. Mikey pushed her face first into the cold marble tiles and held her down. Joey enthusiastically lifted her hips off the floor and pulled back the fabric of her bikini bottom. She struggled against them but no longer had the strength to put up a good fight. Her struggles intensified as Joey spread her butt cheeks and slipped the tip of the vibrator into her puckered hole. As it penetrated her an inch, then another, the heroine’s struggles lessened. The shock of the Sartak was overcoming her will to resist. She was helpless.
Finding the fit tight, Joey allowed some of his spittle to drip down onto the shaft of the vibrator. He pushed it in again, more gently than before, working it back and forth as he did so, and soon gained a third inch. His victim whimpered softly as he continued to press it deeper inside her. Finally, the vibrator was buried almost to the hilt of its six inch shaft.
Ms. Marvelous knew she was finished. Her arms and legs had gone numb and limp. Her mind was swallowed within the dark passions of the Sartak. Her orgasm grew in strength within her. All she could feel were her rock hard nipples mashed against the cold marble tiles of the floor. All she could think of was the vibrator penetrating her anus. She had no strength left, no will to resist.
Suddenly, a new jolt of sensations flooded across her weakened body. It was Joey’s fingers, she instinctively knew, spreading her moist nether lips and flicking across her burning clitoris. Then something else, something large and heavy, pressing against her, penetrating her, trying to drive itself inside her. The dildo was huge, but her pussy was receptive. The massive thing slid inside her nether mouth slowly, pressed forward with the gentle yet unrelenting pressure of her attacker.
The heroine moaned loudly as the knob of the dildo disappeared inside her. Using the last of her failing strength, Ms. Marvelous contracted her vaginal muscles in an effort to keep it from penetrating further. The features of her face contorted in concentration as she determined to keep it out.
Joey flicked the switch at the base of the vibrator stuck in the heroine’s anus. Her body lurched as a series of sensations flooded through her already overloaded system. Ms. Marvelous cried out and then collapsed into a completely limp mass of gorgeous woman flesh. Joey knew that he had never been with a woman so beautiful. So responsive! So… amazing. Again, the bulge in his pants felt like it might explode. In embarrassment, he looked toward Mikey, only to see that his mate had already let go with his wad. The stain at the crotch of his pants proved it. Joey snickered—Mikey was a loser.
But Joey remembered what the Prince had said. He wasn’t to fuck this girl, no matter how much he wanted her. And Joey didn’t dare to go against the wishes of the Warlord of Riberia. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t still have some fun.
Joey pressed down on the dildo. She no longer resisted him and it slid easily into the young beauty. Juices flowed freely from her gorgeous pussy. Her nether lips hugged the outside of the rubber shaft tightly. God, how that must feel, Joey thought. He pressed again. To his amazement, the lithe heroine took in over ten inches of the thing.
Ms. Marvelous continued to moan. Joey knew that she was close to cumming. Her breath came in pants. He figured that he better not tease her much more.
“Come on, Mikey. You can wipe yourself off, later. Let’s get her to the rack.”