Elle Mental stepped through the door and allowed it to close behind her. The rattle of its latch making contact with the metal doorframe echoed through the large open room. She paused, taking a moment to assess her new surroundings.
The young brunette found herself looking at an indoor swimming pool. The dim illumination of overhead lights reflected off the pool’s glassy surface and flickered against smooth tiled walls. An ornate, textured surface of ceramic craquelure rimmed the pool and provided good footing even, she supposed, when wet. It was perfectly dry, now. The surface of the pool was smooth—No one was swimming.
There was a door at the opposite side of the poolroom, in the corner to her left, that appeared to open to the back of the house. In the corner to her right was a large Jacuzzi. Past the Jacuzzi, along the wall, was an opening that led to a pair of male and female locker rooms. There was no sign of Griffon.
She stepped softly across the craquelure, making her way along the edge of the pool in the direction of the locker rooms. She marveled at this extravagant display of wealth. She had seen so much poverty in her life, so many people living in dearth, that the idea of having one’s own swimming pool, inside one’s house, no less, seemed particularly frivolous. She wondered if the owner of this place, whoever he might be, had any understanding or sympathy for the want of others.
But of course he didn’t, the young woman chided herself. The house was, no doubt, the property of the infamous crime lord, Don Refrain. Elle had never met the man, though she knew of him. She had seen his deeds. She had seen his crimes. She had battled his lackeys and fought against his evil. And she knew that he cared nothing for the condition of others.
She hoped to meet Refrain one day, to have the opportunity to bring him to justice. He would find that she could be a cruel judge. She would make him pay for all that he had done. She would make him pay for bringing Prince Lomac to this country and make him pay for the death of her sister.
But Refrain would have to wait. Tonight, Elle Mental tracked a different prey. The coward fled from her, hid from her. He was Refrain’s subordinate. He was the crime lord’s enforcer. He was the silver-haired criminal known as Griffon.
The young beauty paused and looked down at her torn costume. Her bare breasts stood firm and proud, exposed to the world. Griffon had done this, she reminded herself. It had been he that molested her. Tonight, he would taste her wrath.
She continued forward, around the corner of the swimming pool. Her senses were alert, anxious for any hint as to the location of her quarry. She had seen Griffon enter this room only moments before. He could not have gotten far. The locker rooms were the most likely hiding place. She would go there, first.
The girl reached the opening in the wall. She stepped inside. There were two portals, one leading to the right, the other to the left. On the wall next to the right portal was the circle and arrow icon associated the world over with the male gender. To the left was the counterpart female icon. The violet assassin paused, made a decision, then entered the portal on the right. Griffon, she figured, would have gone to a place with which he was familiar.
“Griffon,” she queried in a mocking voice. “Are you here?”
There was no answer. She walked further inside the dimly lit room. Lockers lined the wall to her left. A single urinal and stall were mounted on the wall to her right. In the center of the room was a rack of fresh towels. In the back were two showers. The curtain on one of the showers was drawn.
“That is rather obvious,” Elle muttered in disgust as she approached the hidden shower stall. “OK, Griffon, hide and seek time is over--”
The young brunette yanked the shower curtain to the side. To her surprise and disappointment, the stall was empty. The slow drip of a leaky showerhead taunted her. “Damn!” she cursed. “He must be in the other locker room.”
But the violet clad warrior was wrong. As she turned around, she came face to face with her silver-haired quarry. Somehow, he had gotten behind her. His face had a wild look. The scar tissue on his
caved in right cheek, in the dim light of the room, gave him a monstrous appearance. Griffon leapt at her and wrapped his hands around her slender neck. His momentum pushed them both into the shower stall. The young brunette tripped and fell. The back of her head slammed against the hard surface of the shower wall.
“I agree!” Griffon snarled at her. “The time for hiding is over!”
Griffon was strong and tough. Though at heart he was basically a coward, he had earned his reputation as an enforcer by ambushing people and breaking their bones. He was as nasty and harsh as they came. And when backed into a corner, he could fight.
“I’m going to tear your head off, skank!”
The young brunette struggled against her attacker but he was on top of her, leaning against her with his entire weight. She gasped for air as he closed his thumbs across her windpipe. She saw stars as he lifted her head and slammed it a second time against the wall of the shower stall.
Elle tried to twist away but the cramped confines of the shower stall were working against her. She reached toward her attacker’s face in an attempt to gouge his eyes, but his arms were longer than hers and he held her at bay. Her lungs were burning for air. She did not know how much longer she could hold out.
Griffon felt his opponent’s athletic body going limp in his hands. Yes! Now he had the skank! He slammed her head off the wall one last time and then released his grip on her throat. She took a deep breath and gagged. Griffon smiled. He wanted her conscious, wanted her to realize what was happening to her.
The enforcer reached down and took the young beauty’s tits in his hands. He pressed down on her nipples with his thumbs, driving them into the fleshy mounds of her chest. The girl whimpered in protest as he roughly played with her as though she were no more than an inflatable sex doll. “Remember my name, skank. Remember that it was Griffon that raped you.”
He released his hold on her chest mounds long enough to spread her long legs. He slid between her thighs and began mock humping her. “This is what’s in store for you, skank! I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
“I will never beg you for anything,” Elle vowed. “I would sooner make love to an African wart hog than allow you to--”
Griffon smacked her viciously across the face with his right fist. “Shut your yap, skank! You’ll be calling me daddy before the night is through.”
The enforcer leaned back on his knees and reached for the young brunette’s costume. He pulled at the fabric just below her chest, where it had already been torn. Ripping at it with his hands, he extended the tear so that it crossed down across her taught, tanned, stomach. He pulled the violet cloth to the sides and ripped it some more, extending the tear lower on her abdomen until the fuzzy brown hair of her womanhood was revealed. He reached inside her costume with his left hand and slid his forefinger between the valiant woman’s nether lips.
The beleaguered girl squirmed as her attacker penetrated her moistening pussy with the tip of his finger. Tears welled in her eyes and for a brief moment she considered surrendering to him. Perhaps if she did not resist, she thought, he wouldn’t hurt her. But as Griffon thrust his finger deeper inside her, this thought quickly evaporated. She knew that she could not allow this to happen. She could not allow this brute to molest her.
The young brunette forced back the tears and vowed to herself that he would not see her cry. She tried to lift her legs so that she could kick the man. But he anticipated her attempt and blocked it by putting his hands on her knees. At least his finger was out of her, she thought. But the damsel’s relief was short-lived. Two powerful punches against the point of her jaw ended her resistance.
Once again, Griffon felt the young beauty go limp beneath him. Her feet fell back to the floor next to his calves. Her long, slender legs, bent at the knees, wrapped around the outside of his thighs. He reached down and continued his gynecological exam. He pulled her nether lips to the sides and ran his forefinger slowly along the length of her opening. He found the bulb of her clitoris at the top of her slit and gently rolled it between his fingers. A soft moan came forth from his hapless victim. “Oh, yeah,” he muttered. “Now we’re going to have some fun.”
Griffon unbuttoned the flap of his blue jeans. He pulled the fabric away and reached inside. With an exaggerated show of effort, he removed his modestly sized member. It grew quickly to its full, six-inch length. He jabbed the thing at his victim, pressing the tip barely inside her.
The young brunette was dazed, hurt by the punches that had been delivered to her jaw. Her back and shoulders lay flat against the floor of the shower stall. The back of her head settled against the wall. Through half closed eyes she peered across her bare breasts and stomach and down at her attacker’s cock. She had not seen many cocks in her young life and found this one to be particularly frightening. It wasn’t all that long, but it was fat and uncircumcised. A tangled mound of silver hair grew at its base. Large veins ran the length of its surface. And worst of all, the ugly tip of the thing was pressing against her vulnerable womanhood.
“You bastard,” she mumbled.
“Ah!” Griffon exclaimed. “You’re back! I was hoping you would be conscious to see this. Now, I’m going to teach you a lesson you will never forget!”
Elle grimaced as the rock hard shaft of her attacker penetrated two inches into her moistening pussy. Quickly, her mind searched for options. Griffon had her in bad way—Pinned against the floor of the shower stall, her movements restricted by the walls as much as by her opponent, her legs spread and her womanhood exposed—Things didn’t look good. But she knew she should not panic. The eastern masters had taught her that much, at least. She knew that she had to remain calm.
She tried to control her breathing. She focused on keeping her vaginal muscles tight, on closing herself off to Griffon’s ugly weapon. He had only gained a couple inches or so inside her and was finding it difficult to penetrate further. In frustration, the villain shifted his weight forward and attempted to gain a better angle from which to attack. It was all the opening that Elle required.
“You bastard!” she hissed.
Griffon raised his head to issue a retort. “Shut your yap, you ska--”
The female warrior dug her fingernails into the flesh of Griffon’s already scarred face. She yanked downward, ripping away skin from the top of his eyebrows to the point of his chin. The enforcer howled in pain as ten bloody streaks appeared along the length of his face.
The infuriated brunette tried again to kick away her opponent. For once in her life, her long, deer-like legs proved more of a hindrance than a blessing and she was unable to find the space necessary to launch an attack. Desperate to escape, worried that it would be now or never, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled his bleeding face close to her own. She rammed her forehead into his nose. The crack of cartilage shattering echoed through the small shower stall.
Griffon pulled away from the mad wildcat and rolled backward on his haunches. He howled in pain and frustration. Blood spurted from his crushed nose. All he wanted was to get away from the violet hellion.
The angry brunette suddenly found that she had some room. She raised her legs and kicked her tormentor square in the chest. He flew backward, tumbling into the center of the locker room, near the towel rack. He tried to get up, but his jeans were down around his knees and he stumbled. His misstep gave the slender girl the time she needed to pull herself out of the shower stall and get to her feet.
In the relative wide-open spaces of the locker room, the young brunette felt suddenly powerful and free. She was a blur of motion as she took out her frustrations on the overmatched criminal. A back heel kick to the temple sent Griffon sprawling into the door of a locker. A knee strike lifted him up and over the towel rack. A knife hand strike caused him to wince in pain. A roundhouse kick sent him crashing backwards into the urinal.
The female warrior walked slowly toward her fallen opponent, no longer caring that her costume was torn from the top of her chest down to the base of her crotch. Let the fool see, she thought angrily. Let him see what he would never have.
Griffon groaned but did not move. He looked up at his conqueror with fear in his eyes. Elle frowned down at him.
“You are a pig, Griffon. A cowardly pig that does not deserve the least bit of respect.” The young woman grabbed the handle at the top of the urinal. She pressed down on it and sent a torrent of water cascading down onto her defeated opponent. “I wish that I could flush you away forever.”
The female warrior considered her situation. It was within her power to kill this man, she knew. A kick to the bridge of his damaged nose, a chop to the base of his throat—Any number of moves could forever rid the world of his evil. But she hesitated. She had never before killed. She wanted to, but something deep inside seemed to hold her back.
Elle reached down and grabbed Griffon by his ears. She yanked him to his feet and forced him to stand in front of her, facing away from her. She allowed him to pull his pants up and pushed him forward. They walked through the entrance to the locker room and back into the pool area, the silver-haired goon leading the way.
“Be a good boy, Griffon, and I will not have to kill you. We will return to the study and I will tie you up with the others. I will allow Ms. Marvelous to decide your fate. Be thankful that I am in a charitable mood.”
Her warning was wasted on the enforcer. He did not intend to be a good boy. The water from the urinal, though insulting, had served to revive him. As far as he was concerned, this fight was not over. “Save your charity for those who need it, skank. I’m not finished, yet!”
The silver-haired goon spun and whipped a backhanded strike toward his opponent. It was a desperate maneuver, one that had little chance of landing. One in five, at best, he figured. But luck was with him—The crack of his knuckles against her head resonated through the poolroom. The blow landed solidly on the young beauty’s temple and momentarily dazed her. He followed up his advantage with two crunching strikes to her stomach. He backed her up against the wall and slammed his right knee into her gut. She groaned in pain as he did it a second time.
“I’m going to rape you, then kill you, then rape you again!”
Griffon was maniacal. He slammed another series of punches into the brunette’s chiseled abdomen. Time after time he hammered her stomach until she could take no more. Her legs gave out. Her body slowly slid down the length of the wall, onto her left hip. She lay atop her left leg and clutched weakly at her stomach with her right hand. Her full red lips opened into a perfect circle as she gasped for air.
Griffon reached down and grabbed the almost unconscious female’s hair with his left hand to prevent her from collapsing completely to the floor. He paused and took a series of deep breaths. The adrenaline that had driven his berserker rage was depleted. He was suddenly very tired. Raping the young beauty was no longer on his mind. He just wanted to be done with her. Hell, he just wanted to be away from her.
Making up his mind, Griffon lifted the girl to her feet. She didn’t resist him as he turned her around and wrapped an arm over her shoulder and across the front of her slender neck. He pulled her left arm behind her body and put it in a hammerlock. She didn’t struggle as he led her to the edge of the pool.
“In you go, skank.”
He released his hold and watched as the girl’s body pitched forward, toward the water. At the last moment, though, her hand shot out and grabbed his arm. Surprised, Griffon was unable to maintain his balance. Together, the two combatants fell into the water with a splash.
The dim light of the poolroom flickered and danced as the calm surface of the water was disturbed. Griffon found himself being pulled under. His opponent had not been so helpless after all, it now seemed. He struggled to reach the surface, to get air, but at each turn the violet assassin prevented him from obtaining his goal. His sweater soaked up water and became heavy. His struggles became more frantic until finally, whether it was through his own efforts or perhaps the charity of his counterpart, his head crested the surface and he was able to gulp down some precious air.
“I give up!” the waterlogged enforcer sputtered. “I give up.”
Elle Mental, her dark hair wet and matted to her scalp, positioned herself behind the silver haired man and clutched him around the throat. Powerful kicks from her legs propelled them through the water toward the edge of the pool.
“If you give me any more trouble,” the female warrior warned, “I will kill you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” Griffon answered humbly. “I will not resist, further.”
Satisfied with her opponent’s answer, the young brunette helped him to the edge. Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared above her. She looked up to see the frowning face of Puck. “Hello little girl. Have you and Griffon been swimming?”
Her eyes opened wide in surprise and shock. Puck’s huge body seemed to block out the world. The man was truly massive.
“I… I warn you…” Elle stammered.
Puck smiled and extended his meaty right hand. His fingers nearly encircled the young beauty’s head. He pushed her under easily and held her beneath the surface. He enjoyed the way she struggled to escape, the way her hands grabbed his wrist and reached blindly for the edge of the pool. It was kind of fun, he decided.
But the little girl’s struggles ceased all too soon. Her arms rested lightly on top of the water. Her long hair floated to the surface and splayed outward around her head. Little bubbles rose above her mouth and nose. It wasn’t so much fun, anymore.
Griffon dragged himself out of the pool and lay on the craquelure, gasping for air. Finally, he pulled himself back to his feet. His clothes were soaked. Blood dribbled from his nose. Water drained from his shoes.
“Ok, Puck. Pull her out.”
The giant did as he was told, lifting the girl out by her head. He set her down on the ornate tiles and looked down on her limp body. “What you want we should do with her, boss?” Griffon also gazed at the helpless form of the young woman. Her costume, what was left of it, was sopping wet and clung to her skin like tissue paper. Though it had been skintight before, it now revealed even more of her trim, athletic form. Light glistened off of her exposed breasts and abdomen. Her waterlogged hair fell away from her face so that her beautiful profile was clearly revealed. Griffon felt a bulge growing downstairs. The girl was truly gorgeous.
But the fight had been long. He was tired. It would be better to secure the skank for now and decide what to do with her later.
“Pick her up and bring her back to the study,” Griffon ordered. “We’ll release those idiots Rocko and Smitty, then tie this bitch up with her own rope.”
“That sounds fun,” Puck agreed.
“I don’t care what it sounds like—Just do it. This skank will regret the day she decided to mess with me. I promise it!”
“Unnngh… What? Where am I?”
Elle’s head felt as if it might split open. Or perhaps it already had-- she didn’t know. All she knew was that it hurt. She tried to lift her hands but found that she could not. Something was holding them, restricting them.
She could hear the sound of water dripping, as if there was a leaky faucet nearby. She remembered the locker room and the shower stall. The showerhead had been dripping. “Oh, right,” she recalled, “I was fighting Griffon.”
She forced her eyes to open a crack. She blinked several times. At first, she was confused. This was not the locker room. Even more peculiar, she could see the floor, below her, but it seemed far away. Her feet were not making contact. She was flying.
“No, not flying,” she mumbled to herself. “Suspended.”
Her mind began to clear. She opened her eyes wider and took in her surroundings. She was in a small gymnasium, probably in the same house as before. Mirrors covered the walls. Weightlifting equipment dominated the back half of the room. A stationary bicycle and treadmill sat to her right. A heavy bag hung from the ceiling to her left. A second heavy bag lay on the floor nearby.
She was, indeed, suspended in the air. A rope—her rope—had been tightly wrapped around her body. One end had been knotted and thrown over a hook mounted in the ceiling. That explained why the second heavy bag was on the floor, she reasoned. She had taken its place.
The rope bit into her skin. It had been looped around her body several times, binding her legs together and pinning her arms against the sides of her body. She hung precariously at an angle, her brown hair falling over her face and shoulders. Her feet dangled three feet above the thinly carpeted surface of the floor. The carpet was wet. Droplets of moisture dripped from her waterlogged hair and costume, falling to the floor and splattering like tiny beads of rain.
She looked down at her torn costume. “Damn,” she said aloud. A gaping hole had been ripped from the top of her chest, just below the neckline, all the way to the bottom of her crotch. She had only just purchased the outfit a few days before. Custom made from a special Lycra-polymer blend known as Tekskin, the expensive costume had set her back a good chunk of change. At the time, she had thought it
worth the price—The skintight material from which it was made fit her body like a glove and gave her an unlimited and unhindered range of motion. It also looked great. She had been told it was durable, though that bastard Griffon had ripped it easily enough.
The fabric was now pulled to the sides so that her chest and stomach were exposed. Her firm breasts hung out the middle of the tear and were visible to the world. Her nipples were swollen and red. The idea of Griffon and the others putting their hands on her while she was unconscious made her squirm in disgust. She would make them pay, she vowed.
Elle looked toward the center of the room and shook her head in despair. There, in front of the weight lifting equipment, stood a large rack. The rack was made of aluminum and solidly constructed. It stood seven feet tall and was shaped like the letter X. The rack leaned backward at a slight angle. Mounted on its front, as if on display, was the super-heroine known as Ms. Marvelous.
Titanium manacles covered the young woman’s slender wrists and ankles, shackling her tightly to the aluminum rack and holding her in a spread eagle position. The tapers of her red and black costume had been folded up and over her ample breasts, exposing them. Her arms and legs seemed limp, as if she was unconscious.
A clear plastic oxygen mask covered the heroine’s mouth and nose. A small plastic tube extended from the base of the mask down across her left shoulder to a metal bottle that had been mounted on the side of the rack. Elle knew that something other than oxygen was flowing out of the bottle and into the heroine’s lungs.
They had abused the young blonde badly, she could tell. Her breasts were swollen and large. Her nipples were red and protruding. A large bulge pressed outward against the base of her black bikini bottom. The violet assassin guessed correctly that it was the exposed end of some type of device, probably a dildo. The inside of the heroine’s thighs glistened with the moisture of her own lubricating fluids.
Elle sighed. The blonde champion’s own costume was being used to hold the dildo inside of her. She remembered what Griffon had said about her, about how she was susceptible to sensual attacks— What must that dildo be doing to her, she wondered?
The super-heroine’s eyes were half open. She was not unconscious, as her brunette counterpart had originally thought, but was so weak from the gas that she could not break her bonds. She moaned softly and, for the briefest of moments, struggled against the shackles that held her. On a good day, when at full strength, she might have been just able to break free. Now, under the influence of the gas and the dildo, she had absolutely no chance.
She had been brought here, defeated, to the gymnasium, by Lomac’s goons. Joey and Mikey had been none to gentle as they adjusted the bikini of her beloved costume so that it held the dildo inside her. They had been less than sympathetic as they slammed her back first against the aluminum rack and shackled her wrists. They had been downright rough as they forcibly spread her legs and bound her ankles.
Joey had decided to leave the big dildo in place. After wrapping the bikini bottom over the base of it, he’d jostled it around inside her a few times just to reassure himself that it would stay put. He had next reached farther between her legs and fingered the vibrator in her ass to make sure that it, too, was firmly planted inside the young heroine. Satisfied that both devices were held sufficiently tight and that there was no way they could slide out under their own power, he had given each of her nipples a hard pinch and then placed the plastic mask over her mouth. He had turned the knob on top of the metal
bottle and allowed the gas to seep through the tube. There was nothing she could do—She had to breath, after all.
The gas was odorless and tasteless, but powerful none the less. In seconds, it overcame her natural resistance to poisons and thoroughly destroyed her ability to focus or concentrate. Her mind became a mush of incoherent thoughts. Her abused body became weak and placid.
The Sartak, no longer constrained by the heroine’s willpower but subdued somewhat by the gas, smoldered inside of her. The vibrator, buried five inches into her ass, was turned off but still devastating—it filled her with pangs of unwanted sensation. The huge dildo filling her pussy kept her on the edge of orgasmic fulfillment. Half conscious due to the gas but burning with erotic sensations, it was as if she were caught in the middle of a never-ending wet dream.
Ms. Marvelous had barely noticed when they carried in Elle Mental. Through half-open eyes, she had watched complacently as they tied up the young brunette and strung her from the ceiling. They had left her dangling there, a few feet off the ground, unconscious and completely helpless. The men had abused her some, tweaking her nipples and slapping her butt, laughing and generally having a great time at the violet assassin’s expense.
She expected the same treatment, but surprisingly, Joey kept the others away. Apparently, he knew how close she was to cumming and wanted to prevent her from being stimulated further. His boss, Prince Lomac, had been explicit in his desire to save that experience for himself and Joey seemed intent on making sure things didn’t get out of hand.
Ms. Marvelous had been in tough spots before and had always gotten out of them. But not this time, she figured. With her mind clouded by gas and her body under the weakening influence of the Sartak, she could not see how she would be able escape. Not this time. At any moment, Lomac would come in and draw out her orgasm. He would take her and ravage her and make her his sex slave or possibly even fuck her to death. It would be the end of her all too brief career as a crime fighter.
Inside a drifting mind, the blonde beauty thought of her beginnings, of how she had been transformed from a normal woman into a super-heroine. The Agent-X Program had recruited her, injected her with a special serum, trained her, and reshaped her. The Caantonium treatments had given her amazing strength and the ability to fly. The training had taught her how to fight and survive. But no one had taught her how to be a good person. She had learned that on her own. And when she discovered what the Program was really about, discovered how it hurt innocent people and destroyed innocent lives, she had left them.
True, at the time it seemed that the Program no longer wanted her, either. They no longer wanted any female agents—Females were susceptible to the Sartak, they had discovered. The Sartak was a Caantonium induced weakness that made agents vulnerable to sensual stimulation and which only seemed to affect the females. The Council, the mysterious leaders of the Agent-X Program, decided that they simply could not tolerate such a potent weakness in their expensive super agents. But the Program’s disdain for her was simply another reason to leave, not the primary one. She wanted to help people. She wanted to defend people. She wanted, most of all, to make a difference.
She had moved to Megapolis, a twenty-two year old girl with a mean right cross, and found a job as a computer analyst. Megapolis was the largest city on the planet and quite possibly the most dangerous. Crime was rampant, the city council and mayor corrupt, and the police force undermanned. Powerbrokers like Don Refrain ran the city. There were other super-heroes, but they had their hands full. The city needed something new. It needed hope. It needed Ms. Marvelous.
During the day she was Jody Walker, a loner that kept to herself, but at night she donned the red and black tights and took to the skies in search of crime, intent on using her powers for good. The fights didn’t always go her way and sometimes the sacrifices she made were great. But the people of Megapolis came to love and respect her. She was their champion. Her name became synonymous with justice. The black star on her chest became a symbol of hope.
She made enemies. Don and Dante Refrain, Bullets, The Boss Woman, The Blue Bolt, Johnny Hawkeye—They all had felt the fire of her wrath. But now, it seemed, everything was coming to an end. She had come to Apple Hills in search of an old enemy-- Prince Lomac. It had been her intention to take the villain to task and bring him to justice. Instead, he had gotten the best of her and she was now at his mercy. And, of course, the Warlord of Riberia had no mercy.
Her last hope had been the young mutant. But Elle Mental, too, was defeated and helpless. Her eyes were open—the young brunette had regained consciousness. But she was tied tightly in her rope and in no position to help. They were both at the mercy of their captors, captors that were, even now, coming for them.
Ms. Marvelous watched in despair as a group of men entered the room. At their head marched Lomac, a former European despot turned enforcer for Don Refrain. At his right hand was Griffon, another of Refrain’s top men. The silver-haired man was scowling. His face was a mess, new wounds mixed with old. On Lomac’s left was Joey, beaming due to his increased stature within the gang. He had defeated Ms. Marvelous, after all, and now deserved the respect and fear of the others. Behind them came Mikey, Rocko, and Smitty. Bringing up the rear was the giant, Puck.
“Ah, good!” Prince Lomac exclaimed upon seeing the captured heroines. “Everyone is awake.” “But not feeling so good, I’ll wager,” Joey interjected.
Lomac turned to face the suspended brunette. He looked into her eyes and smiled devilishly. “I must apologize, my dear, for the accommodations. We would have constructed a second rack, but we did not know that you were coming.”
“You are a bastard,” the gorgeous mutant hissed, “and I will yet have justice for my sister!” “So you keep saying,” he responded with a chuckle. “But I doubt the sincerity of your threats. Rather, I think what you really want is for Lomac to take you into his bed so that you can experience first hand the pleasures that killed your fair, blue-skinned, sibling.”
The infuriated girl spat at her tormentor. “You are a pig!”
Lomac casually wiped the spittle from his cheek and shrugged. “I will deal with you later, wench.”
The Prince turned toward Ms. Marvelous. “Ah, and here is star of our show. Do you know how long I have waited for this? Do you know how long I have dreamed of you? But tell me, do you like what we have done with the place? Do you like our little rack?”
Somehow, the weakened heroine managed to speak. Her voice was muffled by the plastic mask covering her mouth, but still heard by all those in the room. “You are a coward, Lomac. You have not been waiting for me-- you have been hiding from me.”
The Prince laughed. “Hiding? Surely you jest. Lomac hides from no one. I wanted only to be prepared, that’s all. After our first encounter, when you slipped away at the last moment, I knew that needed some way to hold you, some way to keep you here after I defeated you.” “Keep me here?” the heroine mumbled weakly.
“Yes, keep you here. You see, you are worth much more to me alive than dead. Which isn’t to say that you are going to live much longer. No, I have little doubt but that Refrain will dispatch you into the other world quickly. But, such things are not my concern.”
“Refrain?” Joey asked in surprise. “But I thought you wanted her for yourself?”
“Our plans have changed,” the Warlord replied matter of factly. “My groin is injured and I cannot, for the moment, fulfill my promise to make this beautiful dove my own. Never the less, I have devised an alternate plan.”
“That being?”
Lomac sneered and shot a dark look at Griffon. “Certain powers conspire against me. They tell lies to Don Refrain in order to drive a wedge between the two of us. Therefore, I must appease the crime lord. I must give him a gift.”
“Ms. Marvelous?” Joey asked in shock.
“Yes, Ms. Marvelous. I have often heard him rant against the woman. He hates her, assuming that he is able to hate at all, or feel any emotion for that matter. He hates what she has done to his business and to his family. Most of all, he hates that she defies him. By giving her to him, bound and shackled, I can gain favor in his eyes.”
Joey seemed desperate. He knew that if Refrain got his hands on the heroine then he would never have his chance to screw the beautiful blonde himself. “But you promised me—You promised that I could have the woman once you were done with her.”
“Silence, Joey,” the Prince ordered. “You did well, tonight. You will be rewarded in other ways. Be satisfied with that.”
Joey wanted to argue but decided against it. Instead, he bit his lip and said nothing. He did not wanting to anger his superior. Griffon was not so wise.
“Bah! You merely want to kiss up to the big guy. If you think that handing over this skank will get you anywhere, you’re crazy.”
“Quiet, Griffon!” the Prince commanded. “I know that it is you that feed him lies about me. But your scandalous plotting will be of no benefit to you in the end. When I hand Don Refrain the great Ms. Marvelous on a silver platter, as it were, my position as second in command within his organization will be secure.”
The Prince’s voice softened. He had little respect for his rival, Griffon, but realized that the man held real power within the Refrain crime family. Until his own power was cemented, it would be best if he tried to smooth things over. There would come a time, at some point in the future, when something truly unpleasant would happen to the silver-haired cretin, but for now it would be better to offer up an olive branch rather than a club.
“Do not think, though, that your service on this glorious night has gone unnoticed. We have won a magnificent victory, Griffon, and much of the credit should go to you. Therefore, I reward your efforts by giving you the brunette wench. Do with her as you will.”
Griffon frowned and shot an evil, sideways glance at the dangling beauty. Her tits seemed to beg him to grab and stroke them. He remembered the way her warm, wet, pussy had felt when he slid his finger inside.
“Yes,” he finally said in agreement. “Your plan is a good one, Prince Lomac. We shall do as you say. Rocko and Smitty, go with the others. Help them put Ms. Marvelous in the van. Puck, you stay. I may need you to hold the skank down.”
Lomac smiled and stepped back as his gang got to work moving the rack. He followed them out through the big double doors and supervised as they carried the bound heroine out of the house. They put her into the back of a large van, still chained to the aluminum rack. Her powerful body was weak and placid. Her breathing was slow and relaxed. The gas was permeating every part of her magnificent form. It was all part of their preparations, he acknowledged with a smile. The helpless heroine need never be released, need never be unhooked from the gas. Transporting her would be a piece of cake.
The Prince felt his manhood swelling inside his tight, gold and purple bodysuit. The woman’s firm breasts bounced slightly as she was loaded into the truck. Her long legs were spread, her pussy ready. How he wanted to replace the dildo that penetrated her with his own, equally large member! But a stabbing pain in his groin reminded him that it could not be. And it was for the best, after all. Don Refrain would be truly pleased by this gift.
Lomac hopped inside the back of the truck and slid the door closed behind him. He sat next to the rack and continued to ogle the slender heroine’s fantastic physique. “Yes, my beautiful dove,” he whispered under his breath, “you will make a fine gift, indeed.”
Griffon gripped Elle under the chin and snarled into her face. His breath was hot and foul. “Time to pay the rent, sweetheart.”
She met his gaze boldly. Her eyes burned into him, causing the silver-haired goon to look away. “The only one that shall pay is you, Griffon.”
The thug released his hold on her chin and laughed sourly. “How do you figure that? In case you haven’t noticed, you’re the one that’s tied up.”
As if to prove his point, Griffon stepped beside her suspended form and grabbed her left breast in one of his hands. He slapped her ass with the other. “The time for fighting is over, skank. You’re nothing but a piece of meat, now. On the hook and waiting for a buyer. Well, I’m the buyer. I beat you, now I’m going to eat you!”
Puck watched in amusement as his silver-haired boss slid his hand between the girl’s legs and rubbed her pussy mouth. Technically, the big man knew that he had actually been the one who beat the brunette. Heck, if hadn’t been for him, it might have been Griffon tied up and hanging from the ceiling. But it didn’t really matter, the goliath figured. If Griffon wanted to take all the credit, then what the heck.
“Hey, boss, can I lift some weights?”
“Do whatever you want, you big dummy. Just don’t bother me.”
Puck shrugged and walked toward the bench press machine. Lifting weights was fun. He set the weight to the maximum—four hundred and fifty pounds. He could do more, but the machine was apparently built for sissies.
“Whatever you say, boss. Have fun with the girl.”
Elle watched in silence as the big man positioned himself on the machine and started doing reps. She had been worried that the two of them would work her over together. Now, at least she only had to deal with Griffon.
The young beauty did not know what was more humiliating, Griffon’s hand stroking her tits and pussy or the way her body was reacting to it. She could not deny it—Her pussy was getting really wet. His fingers slid easily between her nether lips and pressed against her swelling clitoris. The pressure of the rope, binding her legs tightly together, seemed only to enhance the stimulation she was receiving. Maybe it was the result of fatigue, of a long night of combat and close contact with testosterone loaded men, she reasoned, but her body seemed all to willing to respond to the touch of this awful man’s fingers.
Her head drooped forward and she sighed heavily. Suspended here like this, in the air, her arms pinned against her sides, her legs tightly bound, a man’s hand stroking her clit—It was almost too much. Though she found Griffon revolting, his face scarred and ugly, his demeanor pig-like and repulsive, she had to admit that something was stirring inside of her. Maybe it was the way that he stood so close to her, his chest pressed against her left shoulder. Maybe it was the smell of him, musky and oddly alluring. More likely, it was the way the fingers of his left hand gently danced along the top of her engorged breast, teasing the hard bud at its center. And the way the fingers of his right hand now probed deeper inside her vulnerable pussy.
Griffon could sense the change in his victim’s demeanor. He could feel her body tensing as an orgasm began to build within her. He could feel her nipple hardening under his fingers. He could feel the wetness of her hot pussy. The reaction of her gorgeous body thrilled and excited him. He was glad that Puck had left them alone. Glad that he could have the beautiful young girl for himself. “It’s just you and me, babe. And I’m as horny as a frat boy on Friday night.”
“And as ugly as road kill,” the girl sighed.
The comment caught him off guard. Despite her obvious physical reaction to him, the woman’s mind was still in control. The thought that she still hated him filled him with rage. Didn’t she realize that her entire future was in his hands? Didn’t she know that he could either make this pleasurable or painful? Didn’t she understand the power that he held over her?
Griffon removed his hands from her body. “Ugly, huh? Thanks for reminding me. I owe you big time for doing a number on my face.”
He moved in front of the woman and dug his fingers into her beautiful face. Elle’s eyes lit up in fear as she realized what was about to happen.
“No! Please do not do this!”
He hesitated. He cared little for her pleas, only for his own pleasure. “Yes,” he said, dropping his hands without doing any damage, “you are right. We’ll do this later. You know—after. I want you looking good while I’m balling your brains out.”
He copped another feel on her chest mounds. Griffon enjoyed the way they felt, warm and firm, between his fingers. The girl had a magnificent body, he again noticed. Maybe the best he had ever seen. And her features were gorgeous. He would enjoy her treasures until such time as he grew tired of her, then make sure that they were never enjoyed again. Scorched-earth sex. Yeah, she would regret crossing him for the rest of her life. And that might not be too long, now that he thought about it.
Griffon knew that he was ugly. He knew it every time he looked in the mirror and every time he saw a pretty girl turn and look away. His face had been disfigured in battle. A tire iron had ripped away his right cheekbone and left him looking like a monster. The man that had done it was dead, killed at Griffon’s hands. He had choked the man to death and then chopped his head off with a Bowie knife. That was when Don Refrain had first noticed him, noticed him for his cruelty, for his lack of remorse. The crime lord had recognized that he could use such a man. It was then that he had first been brought into the fold.
And now this bitch had scarred him again. The wounds still oozed blood. Ten vertical lines etched his face where her fingernails had ripped at him. His nose was flattened and purple. His eyes were swollen and dark. Before this night was over, he swore, he would make her look as bad and worse. He would make her scream for mercy. He would make her beg.
“Where is your big talk, now, skank?” he asked snidely while continuing to tweak her bulging mounds. “What’s the matter, nothing witty to say?”
The brunette raised her head and looked her tormentor in the eye. Her engorged chest mounds felt hot and heavy. Her nipples screamed under the touch of his fingers. Her pussy was literally dripping. She considered staying her plan, delaying so as to allow this brute to finish the job, to bring her to a climax. She was not Ms. Marvelous. She was not subject to the same, strength depleting weakness. It had been so long since she had been with a man. So long since she had felt the burning explosion of an orgasm.
Her body felt on fire. Griffon shifted his position, moving around behind her. He pulled at her costume, further ripping the fabric so that the beautiful brunette’s entire crotch and ass were exposed. He buried his face between her legs, eating her like a hungry animal. He spread her nether lips with his fingers and lapped his tongue across her exposed clitoris. He drove it inside her hole time after time. The
young brunette knew she was very close to cumming. She squirmed within the tight coils of the rope as her tormentor skillfully sucked and teased her burning pussy. Again her head drooped forward. A soft moan came forth from between Elle’s parted lips.
“It won’t be long, now, skank. I’ll get you good and wet, maybe bring you off a time or two, then slip my cock into you. If you’re a good slut, I’ll give it to you in the ass. By morning, you’ll be so sore you won’t be giving anyone any trouble.”
The young beauty yelped as Griffon slapped her across the rear. The moment of pain, combined with the insults of her tormentor, shook her out of her reverie. Oh god, she realized, she really was a slut. What was she thinking? She could not allow this cretin to rape her!
She raised her head and tried to put thoughts of the rising orgasm out of her mind. She could not give in to her baser emotions, she decided. If she allowed Griffon to bring her to a climax, she might experience a glorious moment of pleasure, but at what cost? She would never be able to forgive herself.
“It… It was a good plan, Griffon. Tying me up and leaving me hanging from the ceiling like this. But you made one mistake. One, really big, mistake.”
“Oh? And what might that be?”
“You tied me with my own rope, you idiot.”
“Yeah, so?”
Elle turned her head and gave the enforcer a knowing smile. “So, this!”
Griffon stepped back from the girl. His puffy eyes opened wide in amazement as the rope, seemingly on its own, began to move. It writhed this way and that, slipping out of the knot that held it secure and uncoiling itself from around the girl’s body. It gently lowered her to the ground, then removed itself from the hook in the ceiling.
“Do you see?” the beautiful girl said as the rope danced in front of her. “Do you now understand the power that you face?”
“What is this?” he asked in bewilderment. “Is this your doing?”
“Aye! I am a mutant, you pathetic fool. A telekinetic capable of channeling vast power through this rope. Power enough to quickly defeat the likes of you!”
With a flick of her hand, Elle Mental commanded the rope to attack. It streaked toward her foe and wrapped around his body. Griffon’s arms were pinned to his sides. His legs and feet were forced together. In mere seconds, the silver-haired enforcer was completely immobilized.
The young woman took a deep breath and then sighed in relief. It had taken a lot of willpower, she knew, but she had done it. Her orgasm still burned inside her, unfulfilled, but she was back in control. Now, she would show this awful man a thing or two.
Griffon stood before her, bound and powerless. The sight of his face, wet with her juices, infuriated the young warrior. She flicked her hand and the helpless thug was lifted off the ground and propelled toward one of the mirrored walls. He slammed against the reflective surface, shattering the glass into a million pieces. Griffon bounced off and fell to the floor, still bound within the cruel coils.
Again, Elle commanded the rope to rise. Again, Griffon’s body was hoisted into the air. With a motion of her finger, she sent his form spinning across the room, spiraling end over end, until it slammed into another wall. Shards of mirrored glass crashed to the floor along with the hapless criminal. “Stop!” the terrified man cried. “No more! For the love of god, no more!”
“You do not love God, you evil man. Why should he love you?”
Again, the young telekinetic sent her hapless victim rocketing across the room. He smashed into a third wall head first. More of the mirrored glass was shattered.
“This is a lot of bad luck, all these broken mirrors,” she chuckled. “But I wonder, is the luck for you or for me? Hmm… Must be for you.”
She motioned to the rope and it lifted Griffon into the air. She raised him nearly to the ceiling and turned him to a horizontal position. She dropped her hand and Griffon fell to earth. He landed heavily on his face and groaned in pain.
“Please, no more!” he pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you want, just no more!”
Elle thought it odd that she did not take more pleasure from his begging. The man had abused her, beaten her, nearly raped her, drowned her, and nearly raped her again. He was filth. He was trash. He was not worthy of the moniker “human”. But he was human, she supposed. And beating him to death was not the answer. If she killed the bastard, she would only be stooping to his level.
“Very well,” she said while standing over him. “I will stop. But I want some answers. I want to know--”
Two massive arms suddenly enveloped the beautiful mutant. She looked over her right shoulder into the face of Puck. “Damn!” she cursed silently. “How could I have forgotten about someone so big?” “Hello, again,” the giant said with a smile. “Can I play, too? It looks like you guys are having a lot of fun!”
“Let go of me, you big goof!”
“Alright, sure—Whatever you say.”
Puck lifted the brunette over his head and did a couple of gorilla presses with her light body. Lifting weights was fun, he decided, but lifting women was fun, too. Finally, he stepped forward and released the girl, propelling her through the air.
The violet assassin crashed into the already broken wall mirrors at high speed. She bounced off and fell face first to the floor. For a moment, she didn’t move. Her arms and legs were splayed outward from her body. Eventually, she lifted and turned her head. Two massive, size nineteen, work boots stood beside her. “Oh, god…” she mumbled as she felt a massive set of hands grab her by the shoulders.
Puck easily lifted the girl. He had her by the shoulders, from the back. Her feet dangled inches off the ground. Her body seemed weak in his hands. Shoot! He was hoping that she would have a little more fight in her. Disappointed, he flung her limp form to the side and watched it tumble across the floor.
The brunette rolled her shoulder and used her own momentum to rise into a crouch. She underestimated her speed, though, and fell backward into another wall. She grimaced in pain as her head and shoulders slammed against its hard surface. She opened her eyes just in time to see one of the huge boots coming toward her face.
The young beauty narrowly got out of the way of the kick. The big boot whistled past her left ear and slammed into the wall, sending a shower of glass shards and plaster spraying into the air. She rolled to her feet and faced off with the giant. His foot was momentarily caught in the wall. It was an opening she would not pass up.
Leaping high into the air, the brunette let go with a side snap kick that caught the big man flush on the back of the head. The crack of foot against skull was impressive. It also seemed to have the desired effect.
“Ow!” Puck yelled. “That hurt!”
“There is a lot more where that came from, big guy. I may not be as strong as Ms. Marvelous, but I am strong enough to take out the likes of you!”
Puck removed his foot from the wall and squared off with the female mutant. “Really? You’re strong? You want to arm wrestle?”
“What?” the girl asked, surprised.
“You know,” the big man said again, “arm wrestle. It’s lots of fun.”
“Well, I am unsure… I mean, I never really thought about it.”
“Come on, it’s fun. If you can beat me, I’ll let you go. If I beat you, then you have to spot me while I bench press the weight machine.”
Elle looked dubious. “I do not know—I mean, I saw you bench pressing before. You were doing the maximum weight and it did not appear that you needed any help. What do you need me for?” “No, you don’t understand. I want to bench press the entire machine. Not just the weights, but the whole thing. I’m not sure I can do it, though, and I don’t want to get pinned underneath without someone here who is strong enough to lift it off of me. Get it?”
“Ok,” the brunette finally agreed. “But I warn you, I really am strong. You may not win.” Puck smiled. “Let’s find out. This will be a lot of fun!”
The two warriors dropped to the floor and lay on their stomachs. Puck’s massive body looked like a log. His huge shoulder muscles bulged at the seams of his black sweater as he extended his right arm out in front of him. He cocked his hand and invited Elle to join him.
The beautiful mutant slipped her hand inside of his. It difference in size was almost ridicules, she thought. Her elbow barely touched the ground. Puck’s arm looked like a tree trunk. His massive bicep was as big around as one of her thighs.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready,” she confirmed.
Puck applied some pressure, testing the level of resistance he would encounter. His size dwarfed the little mutant, but he well remembered how Ms. Marvelous had trashed him earlier in the evening. He would not underestimate the little brunette, no matter how small she was.
The big man was pleasantly surprised to find some strength in the girl. Despite the pressure he was exerting, their arms remained stationary, perpendicular to the ground. He applied a bit more pressure. This was fun, he decided. None of the men in the gang had ever been able to give him a good match.
Elle lifted her right knee up near her hip to get better leverage. She knew that she was strong, stronger than most normal men by quite a bit. But the big man had leverage. It was four hundred and fifty pounds against one hundred and twenty, and it gave him a big advantage. Still, she was holding her own.
“You don’t have to take it easy on me just because I am a girl,” Elle teased him. “I will not break, you know.”
“Don’t be so sure,” he replied with a snort. “Others have.”
Puck leaned in a bit, putting his heavily muscled shoulder behind the effort. He was applying some real power, now, but still the little brunette matched him. Maybe it was time to go all out, he decided.
Elle’s eyebrows creased in concentration as she fought to maintain her arm’s vertical position. Slowly, she began to lose some ground.
“So… how much… you figure that weight machine… weighs?” she said through clenched teeth. “Don’t know… Maybe twice as much as the weights themselves… Maybe nine hundred pounds.” “You… think you can… lift that much?”
“It will be fun… to find out.”
The mutant’s wrist was nearly pinned to the carpet. “And after… we find out… you are going to let me… leave?”
Puck shook his head. “Nope… I said you could leave… only if you win. If I win… you have to stay and… play with Griffon some more.”
She glanced sideways at where the silver-haired enforcer lay. He was working at the rope, trying to escape its loosening coils. She knew it would be pointless to try and use her telekinetic power while arm wrestling Puck. She could not concentrate on both things at once.
The icy grip of fear closed in on the young woman’s heart. She was not sure that she could defeat both men at once. Griffon, when cornered, could fight like a madman. And Puck was, well, Puck. Big and powerful, tough and stupid, he was a six foot eleven inch dangerous rod of muscle that she would
have trouble with on the best of days, much less one like this. No, she decided, it was imperative that she win this arm wrestling match.
Remembering what the eastern masters had taught her, the violet assassin focused on her Chi, the center of her being and her strength. She ignored the pain that was throbbing through her arm. She concentrated on her hand, buried inside that of Puck, and mentally determined that it should move from one point, on the right side of her body, to another, on the left.
Puck blinked and stared at his hand. Could this be? Had his hand actually moved to the right? The big man snorted. This had never happened before. He had never lost ground in an arm wrestling match! But sure enough, his hand was being slowly pushed back towards center by the feisty young girl. “Cool… No one has ever… lasted this long, before…”
The girl did not reply. She did not hear his words. Her mind was entirely focused on the task at hand. Her hand must move because she willed it to move. She must win because she willed herself to win.
Puck leaned downward on his opponent’s hand with the weight of his shoulders. It was not very fair, he knew, what with he being so much larger than the girl and all, but he did not want to lose. Losing was not much fun.
The two combatants struggled within a Mexican standoff. Their arms were back to vertical. Neither would give an inch to the other. Sweat beaded and dripped off their faces. Their wrists vibrated under the massive forces that were being applied. The power of muscles worked against the power of genetics. Something had to give.
The sound of snapping bone rattled through the room. Puck screamed in pain as his hand was wrenched to the floor. His eyes bulged in shock as he stared at his broken forearm. It was folded in the middle at a sickly angle. The fingers of his hand curled up into an ugly claw. This was definitely not fun, he decided.
The young brunette pulled her delicate hand from that of her beaten opponent and stood. With a mere thought, she tightened the rope around Griffon and immobilized him. She was breathing heavily, her bared breasts, glistening with perspiration, heaving as she took in air.
“There,” she declared. “I am victorious. Now, before I leave this evil place, I will have the answers that I require.”
Using the power of her mind, Elle lifted the bound form of Griffon off the floor. The end of the rope darted toward the ceiling and wrapped itself around the hook. She left him hanging, suspended from the ceiling.
“So, how does it feel, Griffon?” she asked with venom in her voice. “How does it feel to be a piece of meat?”
“What do you want to know,” he replied in resignation.
The female mutant slapped him on the rear and spun him around so that he was facing her. “Where did Lomac take Ms. Marvelous?”
“Shit!” Griffon guffawed. “Why in heaven’s name do you want to know that? You wouldn’t be considering going up there, would you? It’s insane! You would never make it inside, much less get out alive.”
Elle frowned. “Never the less, I want to know. Now tell me, where did he take her?” “You heard the conversation—Lomac took her to see Don Refrain.”
“Yes, but I thought that this was Refrain’s house.”
“Hell, he’s got houses all over the city. Only lives in one, though.”
“And where might this one house be?” she asked impatiently.
“Everybody knows where the boss lives. Othello Manor—that’s the place.”
“And where is Othello Manor?”
“Sheesh!” Griffon said while raising his eyebrows. “Where have you been all your life? It’s that big place at the top of Grotto Hill, on the extreme western side of town. You can’t miss it—It’s the highest point in the entire city. Towers over everything. But that’s the way the big guy likes it. He likes looking down on everyone else, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes,” the young woman admitted sourly, “I know what you mean. But tonight, Don Refrain will find that he does not always get his way. It is about time that someone knocked the crime boss down a peg or two. And that someone might as well be Elle Mental.”