The Parlor of Sin #5

Author: Steven Bell
Time to Read:32min
Added Date:11/2/2024
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Tags: n/cMs. Marvelous
Series:M-Girls

“Yes!” Don Refrain cried out from the balcony. “Yes! Finally, the demise of Ms. Marvelous is at hand!”

The crime lord’s voice echoed through the stainless steel chamber but Ms. Marvelous did not hear it. Her world had been reduced to a population of two—She and the blue-skinned mutant known as Heatwave. All she could hear were her own frantic moans. All she could feel were the finger and tongue of her tormentor, penetrating and lapping at her burning pussy. All she could think about was the momentous orgasm inside her, teetering on the edge of its ultimate fulfillment. She fought to hold it back but knew that it was a losing battle. Her climax would explode at any moment and steal away her super powered strength.

The beautiful heroine’s naked body clung to the chain that bound her. Her wrists, shackled together at chin level, supported most of her weight. Her long legs, feeling numb and unresponsive, were spread wide. The mutant known as Nev Refrain knelt between them and buried her face in her soft womanhood.

“You are near the end, super-bitch,” she said between slurps. “Give in to the inevitable.” The room was hot. Perspiration poured off of the young blonde’s body. Nev was using her power to superheat the air, raising the temperature in the room to well over a hundred degrees. The handful of spectators in the parlor—Don Refrain, Gravestone, Prince Lomac, Joey, and Mikey—were sweating even more than the naked heroine. Watching the erotic scene play out before them, they each, to a man, felt a burning desire for the young woman growing inside of them.

“Finish her, Nev!” Refrain yelled out. “Make her scream for mercy and then finish her off!” Ms. Marvelous wanted to scream. She wanted to beg for mercy. But the Sartak was in control of mind completely, now. The orgasm building inside was all she could feel. It was ready to explode. Nev’s finger penetrated her to the knuckle. It wiggled back and forth within her, brushing against the sides of her burning pussy. Nev’s tongue slid slowly across her swollen clitoris, sending yet another wave of sensations rolling through her tortured body. The young blonde could not hold it off any longer. She could not--

“Get away from her, you bitch!”

Elle Mental caught the blue-skinned mutant completely unawares. Her attack was swift and ruthless. A dropkick to Nev’s back sent her sprawling across the floor. She rose just in time to catch a spinning heel kick to the face. A double axe handle chop to her right shoulder dropped her to a knee. A palm strike to her chin sent her reeling into the wall.

The spectators roared their disapproval. Mikey charged the intruder and swung wildly at her head. Elle ducked under the punch and delivered karate chop to the thug’s sternum. She followed up with a strike to his kidney that doubled him over. A knee lift sent him crashing to the floor. He tried to get to his feet, but a snap kick to his face put him down for good.

The violet clad warrior turned quickly on her heels, knowing that there were enemies all around. Joey was there, an infuriated scowl on his face. Before she could react, he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders. He shook her violently within his strong hands.

“How dare you interrupt us!” he yelled. “I’ll make you wish that you never--”

She grabbed him by the chest and rolled backward, pulling the ruffian over with her. She planted her feet in his stomach and pushed off, sending the man somersaulting through the air. He landed behind her, ten feet away, on his back.

Elle was on her feet instantly, in a fighting stance and ready for action. Joey rose more slowly but seemed anxious to try again. He had defeated Ms. Marvelous not once, but twice, after all, and was confident that he could handle the spry little brunette. He scoped her torn costume and exposed assets— she was definitely a beauty. The thought of running his fingers across her supple breasts and tanned skin was a turn-on. The bulge in his pants was as large as ever. Perhaps his superiors would allow him to keep the girl for himself, he thought hopefully.

“I’m going to take you out, slut!” he threatened.

“Give it your best shot, dork!” she replied defiantly.

Joey charged the lithe heroine, hoping to use the same tackle maneuver that had finished off Ms. Marvelous back at the Apple Hills house. The beautiful brunette reacted quickly, though, and dodged his grasping hands by rolling to her left. She stuck out her right foot and tripped the aggressor up, sending him sprawling face first across the stainless steel floor.

“That has got to hurt,” Elle suggested as he pulled himself to his feet.

“I’ll make you pay for that.”

“Like I said, give it your best shot.”

Joey was more cautious, approaching slowly and deliberately. He allowed the quick brunette to make the first move, a forward mule kick that he easily saw coming. He grabbed her right foot out of mid air and smiled.

“Now I’ve got you--”

Elle Mental allowed the thug to hold her foot and used it for leverage. Leaping into the air, she snapped out her left foot and executed a perfect enzuguri kick to the side of Joey’s head. She came down on both feet, in a crouch and ready for more.

Joey’s face went blank. His eyes were open but he wasn’t seeing. His body teetered for a moment, then fell backward to the floor. He was out cold.

Elle stood and looked toward the powerless heroine shackled in the middle of the circular room. The young blonde’s lifeless body dangled from the chain. Her eyes were closed. Her head drooped backward as if she was unconscious.

“Looks like I got here just in time,” the violet clad warrior said aloud.

“Yes,” a voice from the balcony above responded, “you are just in time. I do not know who you are or how you got past my guards, but it was a mistake for you to come here. You will find that I do not stomach intruders.”

The lithe female looked upward and for the first time in her life saw Don Refrain’s sinister face. “My name is Elle Mental and your guards are overrated. I defeated them easily. I come for the super heroine known as Ms. Marvelous. Give her to me and I will leave without further violence. Otherwise, I will make you regret the day you crossed me.”

“Ha!” Refrain shouted in pleasure. “I rather think that I shall always remember this day fondly. It has been a long time since we have had this kind of excitement in our parlor. What could be better, I wonder, than the destruction of a super-heroine? The destruction of two, perhaps? Yes, this is indeed a great day.”

“No one will be destroyed today, Refrain, lest it be you. Give me the woman and safe yourself a lot of trouble.”

The crime boss pointed at her torn costume and grinned lustfully. “It appears that you have already had some trouble, slut. I can see that you are worthy of the parlor. Yes, you are very beautiful, indeed. Your costume, damaged as it is, will make a fine addition to my trophies. I will mount it in a prominent place on the wall, next to that of Ms. Marvelous, so that I am always reminded of this evening’s events.”

“You will never have my costume, you fat freak!”

“But I think that I shall. No one has ever escaped the parlor before. You must be very powerful, indeed, to believe that you shall be the first.”

“She is not so powerful,” Prince Lomac interjected. “We battled earlier tonight. Griffon and Puck were able to subdue her easily.”

“Ah, and yet here she is. I do not see Griffon or Puck, though I can imagine that they have come to some bad end. Perhaps she has more power than you think, my friend. I suggest that we find out. Gravestone, take her!”

The big mutant bodyguard nodded toward his boss. Moving deliberately, he jumped the balcony railing and dropped to the floor. The stainless steel room shook as his massive weight landed. His ill fitting black business suit strained against his bulging muscles. His heavy-looking black work boots scuffed the floor with each step.

“Gravestone smash!” he yelled as he approached his much smaller foe.

Elle swallowed hard. The blue-skinned bodyguard was nearly as large as Puck. And from the looks of him, he was a lot tougher. She crouched and rolled to her right, barely avoiding his enormous boot as he tried to squash her into the floor like a bug. She dodged again as he tried to kick her into the ground a second time.

“Easy, big fella. I do not wish to hurt you.”

“Gravestone not hurtable. Gravestone smash!”

The big mutant dropped a hammer strike at her head. She somersaulted backward and avoided the blow. Gravestone’s fist smashed into the steel floor and left an enormous dent. “Little girl cannot run forever. Gravestone catch! Gravestone smash!”

“I am done running, bully!” Elle replied defiantly. She leapt at her larger opponent and drilled him with a kick to the chest. She bounced off and landed gracefully several feet away, in a crouch. To her surprise, the big mutant was not even fazed.

“Gravestone indestructible!” he yelled.

The young brunette tried again, this time rolling forward and driving a thrust kick to the big man’s knee. The force behind the blow was incredible, but again it had no effect on the mutant. She may as well been striking a steel barrier.

Elle stood and drove a chop to the base of the mutant’s neck. He responded by swiping her across the shoulder with his right forearm. Pain stabbed through Elle’s body as she was hurled to the floor. She rolled out of the way just in time to avoid a stomping boot. A second kick came in too quickly, though, and caught her solidly in the ribs.

The slender brunette curled into a fetal position and groaned. Gravestone was not only tough, she now knew, he was also strong. He stood above her, chuckling.

“Girl no problem. Girl get smashed!”

Elle instinctively knew that another kick was coming. But she was dazed. There was nothing she could do. The kick landed in the middle of her chest and sent her skidding across the floor. She smashed into the wall and lay still.

“Well,” Don Refrain muttered to Lomac, “I suppose that’s that. I must admit that I am rather disappointed. I was hoping she would show us a little more.”

The big bodyguard walked to where his defenseless opponent lay. He reached down with one of his massive hands and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her up and held her lifeless form before him, suspended in the air. He peered into her face to see if she was still conscious.

“Hello?” he mocked her. “Is anyone in there?”

Elle’s arms dangled at her sides. Her feet floated inches off the floor. Her eyes fluttered and then opened. Trepidation filled her heart as she looked into the icy cold eyes of her attacker. He pulled her close and snarled. His breath was hot and putrid.

“Ever hear of breath mints?” she asked while trying to mask her fear.

“Gravestone will smash you!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it, you big goof!”

She focused her mind and channeled her mutant power into the rope strapped to her hip. It leapt into action as if on its on, snaking its way into the air behind her ignorant opponent. Before he knew what was happening, the rope was wrapped around his massive neck.

“What?” he gasped. “Who attacks Gravestone while he not looking?”

The big mutant dropped the young brunette and spun around. The rope slapped him across the face. He struggled with it, twisting it this way and that, as if battling a giant snake. For a time, there was some question as to which was stronger, the mutant or the rope. But in the end, Gravestone found himself outmatched. The rope tugged on his neck like a leash. It made it difficult for him to breath. It wrapped its coils around his wrists and arms. The second end of the rope attacked his ankles and pulled them together. Within seconds, the powerful bodyguard was constrained within its coils and off balance. He teetered on his feet, randomly swaying from side to side.

Elle walked around in front of her troubled opponent. She reached back and fired a straight right at Gravestone’s head. The blow landed on the point of his jaw and snapped back the big mutant’s head. He fell backward and slammed into the floor like a redwood that had been timbered. The young brunette rubbed her knuckles and grimaced.

“Ouch! You have a head like a rock!”

She motioned with her injured hand and mentally commanded the rope to tighten its grip on her struggling foe. She tied the ends into knots. While under the influence of her telekinetic power, the rope was nearly unbreakable. But Elle knew that once she shifted her focus away, the rope would return to its normal condition and probably not hold the super-strong bodyguard for long. She needed to work fast—

Get Ms. Marvelous and escape.

But Heatwave blocked her path. The villain, back on her feet and recovered, stood mere feet away. If Elle were to get to Ms. Marvelous then she would have to pass through the mutant dominatrix, first.

“Step aside and give up the girl,” she commanded.

Nev’s upper lip curled in defiance. “You ambushed me, before. Let’s see how you do when I know you’re coming, super-slut!”

Elle knew she needed to get her costume fixed. She was tired of people calling her a slut. But she could not blame them, really. The tear in the violet fabric extended from her neckline all the way under her crotch. She was half naked and all the good things were showing.

“I beat Gravestone. I can beat you, too.”

“The rope was a neat trick,” Heatwave said while pointing toward the tied up bodyguard. “But I’ve got some tricks, too!”

The blue-skinned mutant’s eyes began to glow. The air around her seemed to shimmer. It hit Elle, a blast of super-heated air that nearly knocked her over. The young brunette gasped as she felt her skin being broiled. She closed her eyes and turned away. She fell to a knee and tried to cover her burning face with her hands.

Heatwave stepped closer and magnified the intensity of her power. Gravestone, lying prone on the stainless steel floor, began howling for her to stop, but the female mutant ignored him. If he was truly indestructible, she decided, he would be able to survive. The young brunette, on the other hand, would soon be fried to a crisp.

Elle remained crouched, curled up with her back to the enraged mutant. The air around her crackled with heat. It was difficult just to breath. She could feel her hair curling. Drops of perspiration fell from her brow and sizzled upon contact with the metal floor. Somehow, though, she was surviving. Somehow, the Tekskin fabric of her costume was insolating her. The floor was hot, the air was literally boiling, Gravestone was screaming, but she remained more or less unharmed.

The flow of hot air around her gradually lessened. Heatwave’s power, like her own, apparently had limits. Elle stood and turned. Joey still lay on the floor, unconscious. His clothes smoked and smoldered. Ms. Marvelous still dangled from the chain, her naked body covered in perspiration. The people in the balcony, Don Refrain and Prince Lomac, had turned away and covered their faces. It was just her and Nev, now.

The blue-skinned mutant’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. Anger flashed through her eyes. “How?” she stammered. “How were you able to survive?”

“Good fashion sense,” the young brunette replied while tugging at her Tekskin costume. “Now, it is my turn.”

She leapt into action and sent a reverse turning kick at her opponent’s head. She wanted to take the mutant out as quickly as possible so that she could rescue Ms. Marvelous and get out of the parlor. But Heatwave had been trained how to fight. She blocked the kick and took Elle down with a perfect spinning leg sweep.

The violet clad warrior fell hard on her back. Nev Refrain was on her quickly, her hands around her throat and her legs straddling her chest. The mutant’s thumbs pressed down on Elle’s windpipe. The young brunette gasped for air.

“I’m going to kill you, you little slut!” the mad mutant hissed.

Elle grabbed her opponent’s wrists. She raised her long legs and wrapped them about Nev’s shoulders. She pulled the mutant backward and sent her somersaulting across the floor. “Who are you to call me a slut, you psycho whore? I mean, what is that around your chest, anyway? A rubber band? And what is with those boots?”

Heatwave’s face burned with rage. “I’ll fry the flesh from your bones, you little skank!”

The adopted daughter of Don Refrain charged Elle and took her down with a tackle. Once again, she was on top of the violet clad girl. She slapped her opponent across the face with a vicious backhanded strike. A second punch seemed to take the fight out of the feisty brunette.

“But before I fry you,” Heatwave said sinisterly, “I think I’ll have some fun with you.” The mutant stood and walked to the wall, leaving the dazed heroine lying on the floor. She reached up on the wall and removed an odd looking device from one of the hooks. She walked back to where she had been and stood over the fallen girl.

“My brother is an expert in sonics. You know, sound and vibrations and that kind of thing. I know very little about it, myself, but Dante is quite the whiz kid, after all. And despite all of his faults, he has developed some devices that are simply extraordinary. Vibrators and the like, mainly, and this particular device.”

Nev held the device out from her body so that the dazed brunette could see it. It appeared to be a simple device, consisting of two clear plastic bowls fastened together with some wiring. The mutant removed a small remote control that had been attached to the side of one of the bowls. “I originally thought I might get the opportunity to use this on your blonde cohort, but you will do just as well.”

The blue-skinned mutant kneeled next to the defenseless brunette and slid the bowls over her chest mounds. She pressed a button on the remote control and the air in the bowls was sucked out, forming a perfect vacuum and sealing the bowls in place. She pressed a second button and a slight humming emanated from small motors at the back of the bowls. Elle’s body lurched as she found herself suddenly being stimulated.

“What?” the surprised heroine asked.

“I’ve seen women literally go crazy with pleasure when attached to this device,” the mutant dominatrix stated casually. “It’s all sonics, you see. Nothing is actually touching you, though it may feel like something is. The bowls serve as a type of echo chamber—What you are feeling is sound waves vibrating through your breasts. There are three levels of intensity. What you are experiencing is level 1. We’ll call it the beginner level. But you know what? Since you’re so tough, I think we’ll jump right to level three.”

Nev pressed the button twice more and the humming sound became louder. Elle’s shoulders lifted off the floor as a new wave of sensations rocketed through her chest. Her body tensed and she clutched at the bowls with her hands. She tried to peel them away, but the vacuum seal was too tight.

The violet clad heroine fell back to the floor and writhed in exquisite torment. It felt as if a thousand little fingers were caressing and massaging her aching tits. And more than that, it felt as if the fingers were not only on the outside, but also on the inside. It felt as if she were being stimulated from the inside out.

Elle moaned loudly. She had only been under the power of the bowls for a few seconds, yet her breasts were swollen and heavy. Her nipples jutted outward like rock hard marbles. She felt her pussy growing warm and moist. Her left hand slid slowly downward across her tight abdominal muscles and over her soft pubic hairs. Her middle finger found her slit and slid inside. Her clitoris jumped to attention as she gently caressed its bulb.

“Oh, god!” the beautiful brunette screamed as the sensations nearly overwhelmed her. Her back arched and twisted as the device continued to torture her aching breasts. Tiny streams of milk shot from her protruding nipples and stained the clear plastic bowls. Her finger began rubbing her swollen clit more furiously. An orgasm began to build inside her tormented body.

“Hmm, yes,” Nev said with a note of curiosity, “I believe that level three suits you well.” Elle heard the words and was embarrassed. “God, I really am a slut,” she said silently between moans. But re-exerting control over her body was hopeless. The device attached to her chest owned her completely. She tried to remove her hand from her crotch, but within seconds it had returned, as if under its own power. Her finger rubbed furiously at her screaming clit, trying to keep pace with the waves of sensations emanating from her tits. The orgasm grew in strength. Her climax neared its zenith. Like Nev had suggested, the lithe brunette found herself being driven crazy by the sonic bowls. “Aaaagh!” Elle screamed as her orgasm exploded. Her body was rocked time and time again as her sexual energy was released. Juices poured from her wet pussy. Finally, after what seemed like forever, her body went slack and she curled up into a fetal position on the floor, exhausted.

“Yes, that was enjoyable,” Nev said while turning off the device. “We’ll rest a moment and then begin again, ok? I assure you, the batteries on the device are quite good—I figure we should be able to bring you off another ten times or so before they begin to lose their power. Hmm… I wonder—Which will run out of juice first, you or the batteries?”

The remaining spectators, Don Refrain and Prince Lomac, applauded from the balcony. “Very good, Nev. I commend you on your technique!”

“Thank you, father,” the mutant dominatrix replied proudly. “But there is plenty more to come. This is, indeed, a wonderful night.”

“I agree,” Prince Lomac chimed in. “But perhaps our wonderful host would care to partake in the pleasures that these two beauties have to offer?”

“Yes,” Nev agreed. “Father, you must take a turn.”

The crime boss shook his head. “No, no. I prefer to watch, after all. And in any case, I could not do so well as my lovely daughter. Please, Nev, do continue!”

Nev Refrain smiled and turned once again to look at the brunette whimpering at her feet. She had know all along that her father would not except the offer to participate. The crime lord never touched women. For what reason, even Nev did not know. But he never did.

“The rest period is over, super-slut. It’s time for round two.”

Heatwave pressed the button and powered up the sonic bowls. Elle rolled onto her back and gasped. She knew that she could not take much more. The first orgasm had nearly wiped her out. So intense had it been that she had been left light-headed and weak. To endure another might truly drive her out of her mind.

Drawing on the same willpower that she used to control her awesome telekinetic abilities, Elle forced her mind to retake control of her body. The device was still on the first level of intensity. If she acted now, before it was advanced to full power, she might have a chance. Ignoring the throbbing sensations emanating from her aching breasts, the young heroine spun on her left hip and drove her foot at her tormentor. The kick was on target and knocked the remote control from Nev’s hands. It clattered across the stainless steel floor and came to a rest near the wall.

“What?” Heatwave shouted in surprise. “You still want to fight?”

“Yes,” the violet clad warrior answered. “I still want to fight!”

Elle kicked out with her long legs and was back on her feet in an instant. With a blur of lightning speed, she drove a knee into Nev’s stomach. An elbow across the back of the mutant’s head sent her to the ground.

Elle took two steps toward the spot where the remote control device lay, but stopped dead in her tracks. Her head arched back and she grabbed at the bowls with her hands as the sensations coursing through her tortured breasts nearly overcame her. But she knew that she had to go on. If she did not do it now, she would never have the strength to try again.

The gorgeous brunette took two more steps toward the device. It was only a few feet away. She moaned loudly as a new wave of feelings washed over her. Her left hand dropped toward her soaking wet pussy. Her finger penetrated inside her womanhood. She was losing the battle, she knew. She would never make it. The device was once again her master. She would never make it to the remote control.

She stood there for a moment, utterly helpless to prevent what was happening. A new orgasm began to build, more powerful, if it were possible, than its predecessor. Suddenly, Nev was behind her, charging her.

“No!” the confused mutant screamed. “I won’t let you have the control!”

Nev tackled Elle and took her to the ground. The force of the blow carried them both forward and they landed only a foot away from the remote. Pain shot through Elle’s body as she was slammed to the steel surface. But the pain also helped waken her from her daze. The control was there, in front of her. She pulled away from her attacker and grabbed it in her right hand. Furiously, blindly, she stabbed at the buttons. By pure chance, she pressed the right one and the vacuum seal holding the bowls to her chest was released.

Elle drove an elbow into her attacker’s ribs and forced her off of her back. She rolled onto her left side and yanked the still vibrating bowls from her breasts. She sighed in relief as the sinister devices

fell away from her aching chest mounds. She crushed the remote control device in her hand and allowed the pieces to fall to the floor in front of Heatwave.

“Damn you!” the mutant cursed. “My brother made that!”

“Your brother is in prison where he belongs,” Elle replied. “And that is where you belong, too!” The young brunette snapped a kick to her opponent’s crotch. She followed with a hard right cross. The women struggled, wrestling on the floor, until finally Elle had the advantage. She lay atop her opponent and pinned her wrists to the floor. A karate chop to the base of Nev’s throat finished her off. The violet clad beauty rose to her feet proudly, her foe defeated and unconscious on the stainless steel floor.

Elle turned toward Ms. Marvelous. “Time to get you out of here,” she said while approaching the blonde heroine. But without warning she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around and looked into the face of Prince Lomac.

“So,” he said snidely, “you are more resilient than you look. I can see the resemblance, now, between you and your sister. True, she had blue skin, but she was tough, like you. It took almost the entire night for me to rape her to death.”

The memory of what this man had done to her sister filled Elle’s mind. Anger darkened her heart. “You should have finished me when you had the chance, Lomac.”

The Prince shrugged. “Allow me to correct my mistake.”

They squared off with one another, a slender, beautiful, brunette in a torn violet costume versus a powerful, ruthless psychopath in gold and purple. He was not an unattractive man, she could not help but notice—Athletically built, large muscles bulging under his skintight bodysuit. His curly brown hair was cropped close to his head. Heavy eyebrows stood atop chiseled features. His skin was dark in complexion, giving away his eastern European heritage. In all, he was an extraordinarily handsome man with a fantastic physique and magnificent good looks.

But he was also a killer. Lomac had ruthlessly raped and killed Elle’s sister. Now, he wanted to do the same to her. But he would find that she was even tougher than he guessed. The world’s greatest warrior, as he liked to refer to himself, would find out what it was like to be beaten. He would find out what it was like to be humiliated.

Elle stepped forward and drove a front kick at the Warlord. He deflected it to the side. She jabbed at him with a left and followed with a right cross. Both blows were avoided. A reverse turning kick went high. A side thrust kick went low. A crescent kick narrowly missed the mark. “Your anger works against you, young one,” he mocked her.

“I’ll kill you!” she replied furiously. “I’ll make you pay for what you did to my sister!” She spun and sent a back fist strike at her opponent’s head. He blocked the blow, catching her wrist in his hand. The Prince twisted her arm and forced it behind her. He pinned her forearm against her back with his right hand. He grabbed her around the throat with his left. He wrapped his right leg around her calves, pinning her legs. Elle found herself almost completely immobilized within her attackers hold. The girl in violet gasped for air as her windpipe was blocked off. She struggled to escape the hammerlock and chokehold. Her feet were forced out from under her by the Prince’s leg. He leaned in on her, arching her back and further eliminating the chance that she might be able to wiggle free. She frantically tugged at the arm around her throat with her left hand. Her lungs were burning. She needed air. The Prince was strong. She could not break the hold.

Elle felt the world spinning around her. The room was going dark. She knew that she was blacking out, but there was little that she could do. She tried to use her telekinetic power and command her rope, but it was hopelessly tied around the unconscious Gravestone. Her left hand fell to her side. Her body went limp. Consciousness was slipping away.

Lomac chuckled to himself and relaxed his grip on the girl’s throat. He gently lowered her to the ground. He flipped her over onto her back. He spread her legs and knelt between them. It had been all too easy, he thought as he pulled back the fabric of his costume and removed his cock. He stroked the big muscle a few times and looked down on his defeated opponent. He admired her lithe form and athletic build. He appreciated her firm, perky breasts and taught stomach. Her supple throat was long and slender. Her covergirl face was gorgeous but innocent.

The girl’s sensational legs seemed unnaturally long. He lifted them and placed her ankles on his shoulders. His monster cock was nearly fully grown, now. He placed the heavy tip of it against the opening to her womanhood and pressed it partway inside. He was surprised at how wet she was—The device that Nev had used apparently worked quite well.

The girl moaned softly as he slid his huge member two inches inside her nether mouth. Her eyes were closed, but he could tell by her reactions that she was conscious. She squirmed slightly as he gained another two inches—The fit was tight but manageable. He worked his cock back and forth a few times, giving the young beauty a little more with each thrust. He held onto the outside of her thighs and controlled the movement of her hips. By positioning the defenseless brunette just so, he was able to thrust his fully swollen pole deeper inside her tight pussy.

The Prince grimaced. His pleasure was mixed with pain. He cursed the blonde heroine, Ms. Marvelous, for the injury she had inflicted to his groin. But it did not matter—The pain was fading and he would make her pay. Once he’d had his way with the brunette, the Prince decided, he would do the blonde, as well.

Elle whimpered softly as her attacker thrust his massive organ deep inside her wet pussy. Despite his size, she had taken nearly all of him in. She wanted to resist him, to escape and run away, but she did not seem to have the strength. The choke hold had nearly done her in. Even now, after a few minutes to recover, her mind seemed dull and her body unresponsive. Her arms lay weakly at her sides. Her head lay on the hard steel surface of the parlor. She did not move. She did not fight. She was defeated.

Her breathing became short. She bit her lower lip and tried to hold back the feelings that were flooding through her body. Tears welled in her closed eyes. “Oh, god,” she thought. “This man beat and raped my sister, and now he is doing the same thing to me.” She wanted to feed on the anger, to turn it into strength and use it to fight, but it was hopeless. To her embarrassment and disgrace, her body seemed to be acting of its own accord, responding to the Prince in ways that disgusted and tormented her.

The huge cock inside Elle was driving her crazy. It seemed to fill every inch of her aching pussy, sending waves of erotic sensations coursing through her body. He continued to hump her, driving the full length of his enormous member deep inside her. With each thrust, her body shook. With each pull, her desire increased. “Yes!” she wanted to scream, “fuck me! Fuck me!”

Her second orgasm was coming on quickly, more quickly than she would have thought possible. All the events of this night had been leading to this, she knew. Griffon molesting and arousing her in the Apple Hills home, not once but several times—The fact that she had been running around half naked for hours, with seemingly everyone she met scooping her out and trying to cop a feel—The device that Nev

had used on her just moments before—Even the heat in the parlor seemed meant only to increase her own sexual desire. And now, because of the size and furious intensity of Lomac’s cock, buried inside her burning, wet pussy, her body was reacting in ways that she had never before expected or experienced.

Her pussy was on fire. Her breasts were swollen and heavy. Her nipples pointed toward the ceiling like hard points. Elle forced her eyes open and looked up at her tormentor. He stared back at her, his face between her ankles, grimacing. Her orgasm was nearly ready to explode. “Oh, god,” she thought, “how can I ever forgive myself if I cum?”

She tried to hold it back. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on resisting. But her body had a mind of its own. It would not, could not, be denied. The massive climax shook her body and caused her to lurch on the floor. She cried out in pleasure and embarrassment as a wave of convulsions rocked her world. Lomac came a moment later, sending his hot seed deep into her depths.

The two athletes, one victorious, the other humiliated, remained entwined in exquisite union for another minute, their burning bodies writhing in lustful triumph and defeat. The Prince breathed deeply and enjoyed the feeling of the young brunette’s warm pussy around his cock. Eventually, the girl’s convulsions settled down and her body went limp. She lay motionless before him, whimpering. “You see?” he stated arrogantly. “Your sister died a pleasurable death.”

He allowed the girl’s legs to fall from his shoulders. He extracted his still stiff member from her and wiped himself off on the inside of her thigh. He stood and looked down on her still form. “You’re a good fuck, wench. Lomac approves of--”

A fist crashed against the Prince’s jaw and sent him reeling across the room. He looked back in anger.

“What? Who dares to strike the Warlord of Riberia?”

“I dare,” his attacker replied boldly.

“Ms. Marvelous? But how did you--”

“Escape the shackles? It wasn’t hard, once I had my strength back. That’s the thing about me, Lomac—Give me a few minutes to rest and I recover quickly.”

The naked heroine stepped toward her enemy and rammed a fist into his gut. A chop to the base of his neck dropped him to his knees.

“I’d say the tables have turned, wouldn’t you, Lomac?”

The Prince crawled backward along the floor in an attempt to put some distance between he and his beautiful foe. “Your resiliency continues to amaze me, wench. But do not make the mistake of underestimating me. Prince Lomac has great endurance, as well. Though I just finished balling the young brunette, I still have plenty left for you!”

As if to prove his point, Lomac stood and grabbed his still swollen cock in his right hand. He waved it at Ms. Marvelous threateningly.

The heroine rolled her eyes and scowled. “A pig until the end, eh, Lomac? You better put that thing away, though. If you don’t, I may just have to hurt it again.”

Ms. Marvelous made an exaggerated yanking motion with her hand to back up her threat. She stood defiantly before her enemy and tried to look confident. In truth, though, she knew that she didn’t have much left in the tank. She was as weak as a kitten and the Sartak simmered strong within her. Seeing Lomac’s magnificent cock only increased her arousal. She knew that if she took him on now, in her present condition, there was a very good chance that he would stick it inside her just as he had Elle Mental. The Prince had done it before, in the battle on the pier. It had devastated her. She could not allow it to happen again.

Worse, Heatwave was getting back to her feet. Even if she could manage to beat Lomac, Ms. Marvelous knew, there was very little chance that she could beat both of the bad guys. It was time to retreat.

The blonde beauty eyed Lomac threateningly and backed toward Elle. To her relief, the young brunette was already rising from the stainless steel floor.

“I think we should go,” the heroine suggested.

“I want to fight,” her violet clad counterpart replied.

“We may yet have to. But the odds are against us. Retreat to the atrium.”

The two female warriors slowly backed out of the parlor. Lomac and Nev followed cautiously. In moments, all four combatants were basked in the flickering, television light of the atrium. “Why do you retreat?” Lomac asked scornfully. “Did you not say that it would end tonight, one way or another?”

“There will be another time,” Ms. Marvelous replied. “Justice has a long memory.” “Bah! Let us finish this now!” The Warlord of Riberia rushed forward and leapt into the air. The blonde heroine ducked under his kick and allowed him to sail past. Elle Mental was there, waiting for him. She clotheslined him around the throat. The Prince crashed to the polished granite of the Atrium floor and tumbled into a potted plant.

“You only delay the inevitable!” he snarled as he rose to his feet.

“Bastard!” Elle shouted as she launched an attack. The young brunette fired off a series of lightning quick punches and kicks. Lomac blocked them all and countered with a vicious blow to her stomach. Elle doubled over and sank to a knee.

Ms. Marvelous took to the air and performed a half roll that put the Prince in her sights. She drove forward and nailed him across the face with a solid kick. Lomac reached for her as she went past, grabbing her by the ankle. He pulled her down and wrapped her in his arms. His hands found their way to her exposed breasts. He pinched down on the beautiful blonde’s nipples, sending a wave of sensations coursing through her body.

Ms. Marvelous went weak in her opponent’s arms. Her much abused body was nearly finished. Her arousal was intense. As the sensual shock of the Sartak again threatened to take over her mind, she knew that she was ready to give up to him, to be raped by him. She could fight no more—

Elle Mental pulled the Prince away from his victim. She drilled a punch to his chest that backed him up. He countered with a strike to her head that dazed her, but Ms. Marvelous intervened and pushed him away. The two women stood defiantly in front of him, shoulder to shoulder, prepared for any further aggression.

The Warlord knew that the female warriors were weak and ready to be defeated. He could take either, alone, but together? The odds seemed against him. Prince Lomac began to have second thoughts. Perhaps it was time to call it a night, after all. He quickly made his decision.

“You are right, Ms. Marvelous,” he said with a half smile. “There will be another time. Until then, Lomac wishes you a fond farewell.”

The Prince crouched and then leapt upward. With a magnificent display of athleticism, he sailed backwards over a sofa and table and landed lightly on the other side. Without looking back, he disappeared into the depths of Othello Manor.

“You coward!” Heatwave shouted after him. “Come back here and help me!”

“I’m afraid the Prince has departed,” Ms. Marvelous said with a sad smile. “It’s just you and us, now.”

“Do not underestimate me, super-bitch! I have more than enough power to make cinders out of the both of you!”

The air around Heatwave began to crackle. Her eyes glowed. A blast of hot air singed the two heroines. Elle did as she had before, turning her back and crouching. Ms. Marvelous, naked and exposed, held her hands in front of her face but stood her ground.

The young blonde felt her skin burning but trusted that her natural invulnerability to heat would protect her. It had before, in the parlor. Unfortunately, the other objects in the atrium did not fare so well. Potted plants burst into flames. The nearby sofa smoked for a few moments, then caught fire. Leaves on the Aspen tress seemed to wilt and die before her very eyes.

“Heatwave, stop!” Ms. Marvelous yelled out. “You’ll burn the whole place down!” “I’ll stop when you are a burnt cinder of bone, super-bitch!”

The blue-skinned mutant was mad with rage. Her power rolled out of her like a bomb. Ms. Marvelous was forced back. Pain raced through her body. Her skin felt as if it was on fire. Her hair was smoking. But just as she thought she could take no more, the bomb fizzled. Heatwave’s mutant power was spent.

The room was burning. Plants and furniture flamed like kindling. Smoke filled the super-heated air. Nev Refrain slumped to a knee, exhausted.

“No,” she said weakly. “You can’t have survived. Nothing can survive my power.” “Are we done with our tantrum?” Elle asked mockingly while getting back to her feet. “Or do you want to take your ball and run away home?”

Nev looked desperate. “You have won this time, M-Girls, but we shall meet again. I promise it!” The villain turned and sped into the smoke enshrouded darkness. “She is getting away!” Elle shouted.

“Let her go,” Ms. Marvelous replied. “After all, she promised that we would meet again.” The flames were growing higher around them. Smoke filled the air and made it hard to breath. “We had better get out of here ourselves,” Elle suggested.

“In a moment. First, there is something that I must retrieve. Wait for me here.”

Elle would have protested, but the blonde super-heroine was already gone, flying through the smoke back toward the parlor.


Ms. Marvelous lifted her costume off the floor. She held it in her hand lovingly but decided against putting it back on. There would be time enough for that, later. For now, it was more important she and Elle get out of the burning house. The parlor appeared empty. The bodies that had littered the

floor were gone. It was time that she followed suit. But as she turned to leave, a sinister voice called to her from the darkened balcony.

“Once again, it seems that you have thwarted me, Ms. Marvelous.”

“Refrain?” she asked in surprise. “Are you still here? Don’t you know that your house is burning down?”

“I can always buy a new house,” he stated coldly. “But you… you seem to be something beyond my ability to control.”

“I shall never submit to you, bastard.”

“Those are bold words. But if there is one thing that I have learned over the course of my long life, it is that one should never say never. Your overconfidence will be the death of you, in the end.” “Perhaps. But until that day, I shall fight you tooth and nail. Justice shall yet be served, Refrain.” The voice snorted. “Justice is an illusion, my dear. What is called justice by one is called persecution by another. Do not forget, you started this war.”

“I did not start the war,” the blonde heroine said defiantly. “I merely joined in. It is you that are the persecutor, you who prey on innocents. How it must pain you when someone fights back. How it must disturb you when someone stands up and says no, you will not get your way this time.”

“What are these innocents to you?” Refrain asked angrily. “Why do you care for them? Is your love for these people greater than that of a father for his son? For his daughter? And yet you put my son in prison. You strike at my daughter and humiliate her. You take money from our pockets and call it justice. I spit on your justice.”

“Your time will come, Refrain. Not tonight, perhaps, but it will come. I swear on my honor, I will not rest until you are in prison.”

“As long as we are making oaths, then, allow me mine—I will yet see your costume framed and mounted on my wall. I will yet have my revenge for all that you have done to me. Mark my words, as surely as you now stand naked before me, I shall yet make you beg for my mercy. Farewell, Ms. Marvelous. Until we meet again!”

The heroine heard movement and a door slam. For a brief instant she considered following the crime lord and making an attempt at capturing him, but then decided against it. She had wasted too much time already. Elle waited for her in the atrium. It was time to go.


The two super-powered females flew from Othello Manor slowly. Ms. Marvelous carried her brunette counterpart in her arms.

“You know,” Elle said, “I can fly. Really, I can. It is just that I need my rope to do it.” “Your rope? Yeah, sorry about that-- I guess we left it behind.”

“Do not worry about it—It was just a rope. I can always get another.”

“I guess I thought it might be special or something.”

Elle shook her head. “No, it was my mutant power that made it special.”

Looking back over their shoulders, the two women could see flames exploding from the top of Othello Manor. In front of them, the top of the sun was just peeking out from over the horizon. The harsh, crime-infested city of Megapolis stretched out below them. It seemed appropriate. “Out of the fire and into the frying pan, eh, Elle?”

“I am just glad to be out of there,” the young brunette admitted. “It was foolish of me to try and take on Lomac, myself. I am glad… that you were there to help.”

Ms. Marvelous smiled. “And I am glad that you came to my rescue. It was very brave, though a bit foolish.”

“Foolish? Are you kidding? I knew that we could take them if we worked together.” “We do fight well together,” the blonde agreed. “Perhaps we should do it more often?” “A partnership?” Elle asked. “Yes, that might be a wise move, though I really must get a more

durable costume. Running around fighting bad guys with my personals hanging out is not my idea of fun.” “What are you complaining about? I’m stark naked, in case you hadn’t noticed!” Elle laughed. “Oh, I noticed. Believe me, I noticed.”

They flew on in silence for a few moments, each considering what a partnership would mean. “You must not steal anymore,” the blonde heroine demanded. “Super-heroes do not break the law.” “We will see,” Elle replied with a smile.

“I suppose that answer will have to do, for now.”

“More important, we must have a name.”

“What do you mean?” Ms. Marvelous asked.

“A name! You know, like the Avengers or the Justice League, or something like that.” “Hmm… I think those are taken.”

“I know that they are taken. I am just saying that we need a name. Something that will strike fear into the hearts of evil-doers everywhere.”

“Heatwave called us the ‘M-Girls’—I wonder what she meant by that?”

Elle thought for a moment. “I don’t know. We are mutants, or at least I am. Maybe that’s what she meant. Maybe the ‘M’ is short for mutant.”

“I go by Ms. Marvelous—there’s a couple ‘M’s for you.”

“And my last name is Mental. That starts with an ‘M’.”

They flew onward, over the city, toward the apartment of Jody Walker. After all they had been through, Ms. Marvelous figured it wouldn’t matter if Elle learned who she really was. “The M-Girls, huh? I kind of like it.”

“Sounds good to me, too. Look out Megapolis—here come the M-Girls!”