Ms. Marvelous flew through the night sky with thoughts of the MCT tearing her at mind. On the one hand, she was angry-- very angry. The blue-uniformed soldiers had attacked and molested her friend. They were no better than cheap thugs, taking advantage of others and concealing their evil behind a badge of false justice.
On the other hand, she felt terribly disappointed. The MCT was not, it turned out, the ally in her battle against crime that she had originally thought it to be. Jody knew that she should not feel the way she did. She had never actually talked to members of the Mutant Capture Team, after all. She had never actually investigated what they did with the super-humans they took, sometimes with her help, into custody. She had never questioned their motivations or objectives. Never the less, she now felt as if she had been betrayed by an old and trusted friend.
The MCT were supposed to be part of the Megapolis City Police Department. At least, that was what she had always understood. Their purpose was to protect the citizens of the city from super powered criminals, those individuals who, because of their enhanced abilities, were beyond the reach of normal police officers. It seemed like a noble and worthwhile endeavor and not unlike the efforts of the blonde super-heroine herself. But now, she knew that it was all a lie.
Major Justice, the arrogant leader of the MCT, had told her the truth. The MCT was only marginally associated with the police department. In fact, it was a secret government agency tasked with the capture of all proto-humans. The government was frightened, Jody realized. It perceived the great powers welded by mutants and other super-humans to be a threat to its own security. It did not matter that most genetically enhanced people were not criminals. It did not matter that they were citizens and had rights that were protected by the Constitution. It did not matter that they were anything but dangerous. All that mattered was the perception of a threat. The MCT was the government’s answer to that threat.
But the police were supposed to protect people, damn it! The government was supposed to be something in which the people could trust. Organizations like the MCT were a betrayal of that trust. Organizations like the MCT had to be stopped.
Could she really have been so naïve, Jody wondered? If not for finding her friend, Elle, almost raped by MCT soldiers, would she have continued believing that the Mutant Capture Team was a force for good? The heroine shook her head, reminding herself not to be so trustful. During her brief stint as a crime fighter, she had uncovered other, equally disturbing, issues. Corruption within the police department and the district attorney’s office were now known to her. Government agencies like the MCT and the Agent-X Program had their own, dark agendas. People in positions of trust, of stewardship— people with power—people that were supposed to be serving the citizenry were instead serving their own evil needs.
The super-heroine angrily vowed not to be so gullible in the future. She would not trust every man that wore a uniform or held a public office. At the very least, she would not be so surprised when the alternative, evil motivations of such people were uncovered.
But it would be difficult. By nature, Jody Walker was a trusting individual. Though she battled evil on a daily basis and though she saw the dark side of humanity over and over again, her first inclination was always to give people the benefit of the doubt. She wanted desperately to find the good in people. She wanted desperately to find people she could trust.
Jody refused to believe that the world was not a good place. Yes, a few evil people smudged it with their filth, but most people, and therefore most of the world, were good. It had to be that way. If not, then what was there that was worth fighting for?
The heroine made a mental note to further investigate the MCT. Maybe Joel Reiner could provide some information, she hoped. Maybe he was a man she could trust. He had always come through for her before.
Pier Fifteen was below. She began her descent and headed for the far end of the wharf. Though a slanted roof covered the pier, she would be able to slip in across the side railing easily enough. She and Joel had met at this location several times before, so she was familiar with the layout.
Though such meetings with the reporter were rare, they were not out of the ordinary. The two allies supplied one another with information. Jody used the info to help her track down criminals. Joel used it to spice up his column in the Gazette. Both benefited from the arrangement and had grown comfortable with the circumstances behind their relationship.
She had found out about this evening’s meeting in the usual way, a classified advertisement in the Gazette offering to sell an old automobile. The time and location of the meeting were listed in the ad using a simple code that both she and Joel understood. But she had no idea what he might want to discuss. It didn’t matter, really. She always enjoyed talking to the reporter.
Her slender form touched down on the surface of the pier, beneath the high, wood and metal ceiling. “That’s odd,” she said to herself. “Joel is not here.”
The heroine shrugged without much concern. Unlike her, the reporter could not fly—he had to deal with midtown traffic just like everyone else. And, in any case, she figured that it might still be a few minutes before the hour. She did not wear a watch while in costume and getting places at the right time was sometimes hit or miss.
The leggy beauty leaned against one of the many large crates that crowded the pier and began to wait. A dingy bell could be heard from across the river. The sound of small waves lapping at the legs of the pier fifteen feet below was relaxing. In the distance, a barge horn cut through the clear night air like a baritone sax. The river was calm. The isolation was actually rather pleasant, Jody mulled to herself, and she began to hope that Joel would take his time before interrupting it.
But another sound suddenly drew the champion’s attention. She tilted her head and peered down the length of the dock, back toward the shore. At first, she did not see anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual mix of boxes and crates, unloaded during the previous day from the barges that frequented the pier with their payloads. Thick ropes, used for moving the heavy cargo, cluttered the planks of the wharf and dangled from pulleys overhead. It didn’t seem like there was anything out of the ordinary--
The sound came forth again, high and shrill like the cry of a cat or a—baby? Jody’s eyes followed the noise, searching for its source. There! It seemed to be coming from a small open space in the middle of the pier. The heroine could see a small bundle there, lying on the planks.
Jody quickly walked toward the bundle. What would a baby be doing out here and all alone? Where was its mother? Who had left it here?
“There, there,” she spoke soothingly to the bundle as she leaned over and carefully picked it off the ground. “It will be all right. Don’t cry. I’ve got you--”
The bundle was lightweight, too lightweight to be a baby. Jody pulled away the wraps and stared at the plastic face beneath. “A doll? This is all very bizarre!”
She looked around, wanting to see if there was anyone else nearby. Why would a doll be on the pier, she wondered? Surely the workmen that were here unloading barges during the day had not dropped it. Her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of movement beside one of the crates twenty feet away. It looked to be a man crouching there. He had something in his hand, a small device of some kind. “Hello? What are you doing there? Do you know anything about this doll--”
The man’s thumb pressed down on the device, activating a switch. Ms. Marvelous heard the sound of a rope dashing through a pulley over her head. Her eyes found the rope and followed its length to where it stretched down from the pulley to the planks below. The rope was looped and formed a large, irregular circle some ten feet in diameter. Too late, the heroine realized that she was standing in the middle of the circle. It was a trap! Pulled taught by some unseen weight and cracking like a whip, the circle of rope rushed inward until it wrapped tightly around the surprised heroine’s ankles. It pulled her feet out from under her, causing her to drop the doll and lurch forward.
The blonde beauty’s feet were pulled upward with great speed. Her forehead banged off the wooden planks of the pier with a terrible force. In the blink of an eye, she was hanging upside down by her ankles. The movement of the rope stopped, leaving her suspended four feet off the pier.
Jody blinked her eyes, trying to make sense of what had happened. Her head throbbed and she saw stars. Her body gently turned in a counterclockwise direction. The sight of the pier spinning added to
her confusion. The rope bit painfully into the flesh of her ankles. Her arms and hair dangled below her head.
“Yes!” the man cried out from beside the crates. “Just like I planned!”
Joey Malokovich dropped the remote control device and rushed forward. He knew that he had to act quickly. The blonde heroine dangled in front of him, apparently dazed, but was known for her ability to recuperate. The thug did not want to give her the chance.
He spun her body and grabbed her from behind. The feel of her smooth, warm flesh made him tingle with excitement. He reached around her body and grabbed a handful of breast in each hand. He squeezed the firm mounds and let out sigh of joy and relief. “Finally! Finally, I have you!”
He began stroking the heroine’s tits. He pressed his face against the bare skin of her back. He held her tightly, knowing that he must not give her a chance to break free of his grip. Being so close to the woman of his dreams was arousing him quickly. He had anticipated that this moment would come and had worn a pair of baggy chinos with nothing underneath. His large cock had plenty of room to grow
and stiffen. In moments, his unrepressed woody was clearly visible as it jutted outward from beneath his pants.
“Oh, yes!” he howled in delight. “Finally, I have the great Ms. Marvelous!”
The feel of the heroine’s size thirty-fours once again in his hands was all that Joey had imagined it would be. As he had before, when battling against her in the mansion, Joey marveled at her breasts, at how they were firm yet soft, resilient yet giving. The sheer fabric of her costume did little to discourage him as he touched and squeezed and pinched and teased her wonderful tits in ways that he had long thought to do. Her breasts, those of a beautiful woman barely in her twenties, were wonderful, fantastic.
“Oh, yes! Just like I remember them! Better, even. Yes, you truly are marvelous!” The brave heroine struggled against her attacker but she was still dazed from the blow her skull took against the hard planks of the pier. Worsening matters, blood was rushing to her head— the sound of her heart pumping filled her senses. Flickering stars clouded her vision. What blood was not rushing into her head, it seemed, was engorging her quickly reacting breasts. The hands stimulating her sensitive mounds moved with practiced precision, as if their owner had been imagining and readying himself for this moment for some time. The masterful movements of his fingers indicated a well-conceived plan as he touched the slender heroine in all the right places and with just the right amount of force and tempo. But Ms. Marvelous was a warrior. Pulling and holding her attacker’s hands away from her quickly swelling breasts, the young woman jerked wildly within his arms. Like a wildcat, she swung this way and that, struggling as much against the rope holding her ankles as she did against the man holding her body. Her foe hung on for dear life, marveling all the while at the tremendous athleticism of his captive and wondering, at times, whether he had bitten off more than he could chew. But always he persisted, holding the raging lioness as firmly as he could and preventing her from reaching up and tearing away the loop of rope around her ankles. He held on tight, keeping her from spinning on him and driving her fists into his body. More than once, her elbows smashed into his shoulders and chest. Each time, he grunted in pain but continued to hold on. And always, at every opportunity, he again moved his hands toward his victim’s sensitive breasts. Every chance he had, he brushed his fingers across her hardening nipples. Joey knew that his only chance against the powerful super-heroine was to take advantage of her only known weakness. If he could raise the Sartak within her, he could steal away her precious powers and reduce her to a state of helplessness. And it seemed to be working. Though Ms. Marvelous continued to struggle madly, her gyrations seemed to be slowly losing strength. Almost imperceptibly, at first, the elbows struck less often and with less energy. Gradually, ever so slowly, her jerks and pulls against his hands seemed to lessen. After a time, Joey found it easier to get his fingers onto her engorged tits. In the end, it seemed that he might be a match for her. Though she still pulled at his hands, her strength was no longer great enough to win the battle. His hands remained where they were. His fingers continued to massage and stroke the heroine’s enflamed nipples.
Ms. Marvelous moaned loudly. She felt the strength slipping from her once powerful body. Her head dangled loosely in the air, no longer possessing the energy to lift itself up. Her eyes no longer looked for a way to escape. Her long blonde hair dangled nearly to the planks of the pier. An intense throbbing filled her mind and she knew that she was close to browning out. The fingers of her unknown adversary continued to work over her tortured breasts without relent. Her nipples were now rock hard—Every
brush of his fingers against their rounded points caused a wave of nearly unbearable sensations to pulsate through her body. Finally, she could resist no more. Her once strong hands slipped from her attacker’s wrists and fell downward. Her arms hung limply next to her head. She was defeated.
Joey felt his victim’s body go slack in his arms. Though he had planned this ambush down to the greatest detail, he could almost not believe that it had come off so well. After all the weeks of preparation, after all the time spent planning and searching and hoping, he had finally achieved his goal. He had Ms. Marvelous within his clutches. He would have her thoroughly before the night was through.
He continued to massage and tease his victim’s enlarged tits without let up. He enjoyed doing it, but there was another reason-- Though the heroine no longer struggled, Joey wanted to make sure that she was not playing possum. He would take no chances. He would make sure that she was completely helpless before moving on to the next step in his plan.
For another five minutes, Joey played mercilessly with the defenseless heroine’s breasts. He caressed the skin of the swollen glands gently, rubbing his fingers across the curved contours of her flesh in slow circles. Starting on the outside and gradually working his way toward the pointed buds at the top of her mounds, he tortured the young beauty over and over again. He pinched softly on her hard nipples, causing the young blonde’s flaccid body to momentarily stiffen. All the while, he continued to hold her tightly against his chest. He pressed his face against the bare skin of her back and gently kissed her shoulder blades. He ran his tongue across the crevice of her spine. He breathed in her aroma. He tasted her flesh.
The heroine’s limp body seemed to have no life left in it. But for the warmth of her skin and her struggling, almost panting breath, Joey might have thought her dead. He pinched down on her rock hard nipples but got no reaction. There could be no doubt—Just as he had planned, the heroine had succumbed to her weakness and had slipped into a state of sensual shock. She was still conscious, he could tell, but completely unable to defend herself. The great Ms. Marvelous was helpless within his hands.
Joey stepped back and looked at his prize. She dangled there, suspended in the air, unmoving. He took in the sight of her strong, femininely muscled back, her broad, athletic shoulders, her slender, tapered waist. Her small, tight ass was a thing of beauty. The strong, taught muscles of her thighs filled him with desire. Her almost unbelievably long legs, crossed at the ankles, hung straight and rigid.
He placed his hand on the heroine’s waist and gently spun her around so that her upside down form was facing him. Her long, golden blonde hair dangled almost to the planks below. Her slender neck seemed limp and floppy. The veins of the girl’s throat, overburdened with blood and trying to dump yet more into her head, protruded distinctly from beneath the thin fabric of her costume. Her face was flush and red. Her eyelids, half open and heavy, shielded pupils that could not focus. Yet despite her condition, the heroine still possessed the same almost overwhelming, virtuous beauty that for so long had haunted his dreams. She was truly the angel he remembered her to be.
Joey licked his lips and continued to take in the wonderful sight of his defeated adversary’s magnificent body. The heroine’s athletic arms dangled below her head. Her slender fingers, relaxed and unmoving, were tangled within her golden hair. Her engorged breasts, enflamed and noticeably swollen, seemed all the more enticing as they rose higher on the upside-down woman’s chest. Her hard nipples, now large and protruding from beneath her costume, seemed almost ready to burst.
“Oh, god, you’re beautiful,” Joey groaned as he took in the sight of his obsession. “This is going to be the best fuck of my life.”
The thug moved forward and reached upwards, placing his fingers around the young beauty’s waist. He fingered the contours of her firm abdominal muscles. Slowly, gradually, he moved his hands up and across the gentle, curving, slope of her hips. He loved every moment, loved the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. He slid his hands over her thighs. They were firm and athletic, like those of an Olympic ice skater. He caressed the smooth skin repeatedly. “Oh, god,” he sighed. “I want this bitch so bad.”
At six foot four inches tall, Joey could reach up to the heroine’s knees and then a little bit further, but not quite to her ankles. “I’ll have you down in a moment, my sweet piece of meat,” he said coolly as he turned and walked away. Leaving the helpless heroine unguarded, Joey rounded a set of crates near the side of the pier and reached his objective a moment later. An especially large box, the counter-weight for his rope trap, was set at an awkward angle next to the side railing. The taught rope, hanging from a
pulley in the ceiling, had been wrapped several times around the box and now strained against the crate’s four hundred pound weight. A well-prepared knot kept the rope fastened to the large container. A knife had been laid aside in preparation for this moment. The blade was wedged between two planks at the top of the crate. Joey gripped the handle and tugged, pulling the knife from its temporary sheath. He placed the sharp blade against the rope just above the knot and made his first stroke. The rope strained. After two additional strokes it gave way completely.
The end of the rope rushed upward and slipped though the pulley. Joey heard a thump behind him and turned in time to see the body of his captive settle on the wooden planks of the pier. He set the knife down and walked toward the woman. She lay before him, in a fetal position, on her left side, her ankles still bound tightly together. A muffled groan came from her slightly parted lips but she did not move.
Joey’s stiff cock extended forward from his body. The tip of it pressed against the cloth of his cotton chinos and formed a distinct, seven-inch, bulge over his crotch. The sight of the great Ms. Marvelous lying helpless at his feet filled him with an unquenchable lust. How he wanted this woman! How he wanted to spread the young beauty’s powerful thighs and thrust his stiff love tool deep inside her! How he wanted to ravage her! How he wanted to ravage every part and orifice of her luscious body!
The thug stood above the defenseless beauty and looked down on her gorgeous form for a long time. Perhaps too long, it suddenly occurred to him. For though she was not moving, Joey could see some life beginning to reappear in her deep blue eyes. The pupils were once again focusing, it seemed— focusing on him. Joey was no fool. He remembered well the strength of this girl. He knew that he would do well to act quickly.
The bruiser turned and walked hastily back to his original hiding place. The remote control device lay on the wood planks where he had left it, but he no longer required its services. The two push buttons on its outer surface controlled the cry of the baby doll and the release of the rope trap, nothing more. What he required now were the other devices he had brought. The first of these, a large rubber dildo, he placed in his pocket. The others, a set of three short ropes, he grabbed up and carried with him back to where his victim lay.
“I’m not taking any chances with you, Doll Face,” he said as he kneeled next to her. “It’s time to get you trussed up.”
Joey grabbed the young beauty by her shoulders. As he lifted her into a kneeling position, he discovered that she was not quite so lifeless after all. The slender heroine struggled against him, squirming within his strong hands and trying to escape. But she was not the same wildcat she had been before. Her body was weak. A vicious backhanded slap across the back of her head settled the girl down.
“It’s all over for you, super-slut. You might as well accept it. Struggling won’t do you any good.” The big man positioned the smaller heroine in front of him. She was on her knees, her legs folded under her and her back toward him. He pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit on her feet. This display of his superior strength seemed to take all of the fight out of the woman. She sighed and no longer squirmed. Her head slumped forward. Her golden blonde hair hid her face. She appeared to know that she was beaten.
Joey pulled the heroine’s hands behind her back and wrapped the first of the pieces of rope around her wrists. Working quickly, he looped it around her forearms several times, securing her arms in such a way that each of her hands was pressed against the elbow of the opposite arm. His method of tying her off had the added benefit of pulling her shoulders back and forcing her back to arch. Just as he had planned, the defenseless young beauty’s chest was thrust out in front of her. He looked over her shoulder and leered. It excited him to no end to see the dazzling blonde heroine’s engorged breasts jutting forward in such a way.
With her arms tied off, Joey felt much less threatened by his once powerful foe. He reached under her ass and loosened the rope around her ankles. He removed it and cast it aside. He shifted his position and kneeled at her left side. His hand slid inside her thigh and gently forced her legs apart. He wrapped one of the smaller loops of rope under her left leg, half way down the shin. He pulled it tight and knotted it over the top of her thigh, then repeated the process on her right leg. Satisfied that the ropes were secure, he lifted himself up and stood in front of his hogtied victim.
The slender heroine’s head remained slumped forward. Her long hair lay across her face and shoulders. Her arms were secured behind her back. Her chest was thrust forward. She was on her knees, her thighs spread and tied so that she would not be able to straighten her legs. Just as Joey had planned, the great champion of justice was kneeling before him, bound and helpless.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
The heroine did not immediately reply. Her mind was a morass of confusion and desperation. She was still dazed from having been upside down for so long. And though her senses were slowly returning, she still had greater problems. The Sartak was all over her, filling her body and mind with uncontrollable wildfires of passion and lust. Her breasts, abused and burning with sensation, screamed in unrequited agony. Her tortured nipples, swollen and hard, throbbed with smoldering desire. As she opened her eyes and looked down at her chest, the young woman could hardly believe that the engorged mounds she saw jutting through the thin fabric of her costume could actually be her own. They seemed so large, so distended—And whether due to the fact that she had been upside down, allowing the blood to more easily rush into her tortured glands, or due to the talents of her attacker’s masterful fingers alone, how could she now possibly hope to come back from such a devastating assault?
Her pussy was warm and moist. Jody knew from past experience that she could be brought to her climax through the stimulation of her tits alone. So intense and unrelenting had her attacker’s assault been that she had nearly come on the spot. It still lurked within her loins, a powerful and unsatisfied orgasm, and still threatened to overcome her at any moment. If it washed over her, the heroine knew, it would steal away with it her powers. Her strength would be robbed and she would be completely helpless before this unknown adversary.
A dark and evil voice inside her head laughed. She was already helpless, it seemed to say. The owner of the voice, the Sartak, filled every fiber of her being, robbing the strength from her lithe body and the will to resist from her clouded mind. She was bound and powerless. She was completely vulnerable to the man standing in front of her.
But who was he? She had not yet gotten a good look at him. Earlier, after he had cut her down from the ceiling and stood over her, she had tried to focus her eyes, tried to see his face. But her lust filled eyes had failed to follow the commands of her mind. They had seemingly acted with a will of their own, focusing not on the man’s face but instead on the large bulge protruding from his baggy pants.
Was it Prince Lomac, Jody wondered? Had the prince finally defeated her and would he finally have his way with her? No, she decided wearily. This was not his style. The Prince fancied himself the world’s greatest warrior and would prefer to face his toughest opponent in a face-to-face, standup fight.
Was it Tommy-Z? Tommy understood her weakness better than anyone and was certainly not above using ambushes and traps to gain the advantage. But she had yet to feel the electrical power that was his trademark, so it probably wasn’t him, either.
Then who? Dante Refrain was in prison. Johnny Hawkeye hadn’t been seen or heard from since she smashed his face during their last encounter. Bullets? One of the Bodine brothers? Or maybe— “I said look at me!” the voice commanded more insistently.
Ms. Marvelous wearily forced her head up. Through the stands of hair that matted her face, she peered toward the source of the voice. He was there, standing above her. The young heroine tried to focus her eyes. She wanted to see who this man was.
“Don’t you remember me, Doll Face?”
The man was tall and heavy. His well-muscled chest and shoulders strained against the long sleeve Polo shirt he wore. His jet-black hair was cropped short against his head. His eyes were dark and sinister. The thin lips of his mouth formed a mocking sneer.
She cleared her throat. Her voice was weak. “Should I?”
“I would think so. I took you down at the mansion. If it hadn’t been for Lomac, I would have finished you off right then. In the end, I’m sure that he regretted his decision. Especially after you burned down Refrain’s house. Shit, if that wasn’t something! Damn thing went up like a candle!”
Jody’s tried to make her Sartak clouded brain work. “The mansion? You mean the Apple Hill estate? When I battled Lomac and his thugs--”
“Now you’re coming around.”
The memory came back like a slap across the face. “Joey? That’s your name, isn’t it? Joey…”
He seemed pleased that she had remembered. “Malokovich. Joey Malokovich. The man who beat you before. The man who has beaten you again.”
The young heroine sighed. Now she remembered. Joey had been one of Lomac’s enforcers. He had, indeed, taken her down in their previous encounter, though he’d had a lot of help from his friends. Still, she could not help but remember how he had pinned her to the floor and worked over her tits. He had finished the job by using a vibrator on her. Then a dildo. The memory of it sent an unwanted erotic shiver surging through her body.
“Yes, I remember you.”
“Good, because I think it’s time we make some new memories. I have been hunting for you for a long time, super-slut. Now that I have you, I will never let you go. At least,” he added with an evil chuckle, “not while you are still alive.”
Joey circled behind her and kneeled. Getting onto his knees, he snuggled close behind the young beauty’s body and wrapped his arms around her waist. The heroine squirmed but he held her tightly. He spread his legs and pulled her inside his large thighs. He held her close to his body, swallowing her up within his massive frame.
They sat there, kneeling together on the wooden planks of the pier, the virtuous young beauty trapped within the monstrous thug’s grasp, for a long time. Joey loved being so close to the girl. He had dreamed of this moment for a long time, ever since the battle in the mansion. And now all of his dreams were coming true. His lustful desires would soon be fulfilled.
His hands moved upward across her tight abdominal muscles and paused beneath her breasts. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered into her left ear as he prepared to once again torment her already tortured mounds. He continued to wait, letting the anticipation build for both himself and for the defenseless girl inside his arms.
The young heroine gritted her teeth and made a promise to herself that she would not give her foe the satisfaction of hearing her moan or beg. But when he finally, ever so softly, rubbed his fingers across her swollen nipples, she could not help herself. A wave of sensation racked her body. She gasped and then whimpered. “Please… stop… no more…”
“It’s too late for that,” Joey replied victoriously. “I have wanted this for so long. Since the first time I felt you up in the mansion, I knew that I must have you.”
“No… please…”
“There is no one here to stop me, this time. There is no one here to save you.”
He pressed down on her breasts with more force, drawing her body yet closer to his own. Her arms, tied behind her back, pressed against his powerful chest and forced her back to arch. The hapless beauty moaned with unwanted ecstasy as her engorged tits were thrust deeper into the masterful hands of her conqueror. Her head fell back and lay on his right shoulder, exposing her neck to the kisses of his lips and tongue. He ravaged her as a lover might, knowing that the pleasure he was forcing on her would ultimately mean her end.
Jody’s eyes closed. She did not struggle. Her mind, as surely as her body, was awash with the Sartak. All she could feel was her aching breasts. All she could think about were the fingers tormenting her rock hard nipples. Her foe’s stiff cock, long and rigid, protruded through his pants and pressed against her lower back. The warm shaft, thick and firm, found a snug home within the crevice of her spinal column. As he pulled her closer, she felt him begin to slowly gyrate his hips and drag his hot cock back and forth across her skin. He hugged her tightly so that his large member was pressed between his stomach and the bare skin of her back, further increasing his pleasure. She knew that at any moment, Joey might unzip his pants and remove the thing. At any moment, he might decide to use it on her. As much as she did not want to give up, she knew that this was the end. As Joey as had said, there was no one to save her. There would be no escape.
Joey’s left hand dropped from her breast but the relief was short lived. As his fingers moved slowly down and across her stomach, Ms. Marvelous knew what was to come.
“Oh, god,” the virtuous beauty moaned, “don’t do this… please…”
Her body lurched as the fingers of her foe slid beneath her bikini bottom and across her blonde pubes. Her thighs were spread and her attacker found his goal without difficulty. Jody moaned loudly as the tip of Joey’s middle finger made contact with her already swollen clit.
“You’re so wet,” the thug whispered in her ear. “I know that you want this.”
“No… I don’t… stop…”
Her attacker caressed her mercilessly, flicking and teasing and rubbing her aching bulb without relent. His free hand dropped down and grabbed the inside of her right thigh. He pulled it to the side, further widening her legs. The outside of her legs pressed tightly against the inside of his and the ropes around her thighs and shins held her securely in a kneeling, sitting, position. Joey’s right hand slid inside her bikini bottom and joined the left. Working together to pull apart her nether lips and expose her most sensitive regions, the fingers of Joey’s hands sent wave after wave of unwanted sensations coursing through the heroine’s burning body. An orgasm, powerful and insistent, grew yet stronger within her loins. The young blonde knew that this was the end. She could not hold out much longer.
Joey’s mouth caressed the beautiful blonde’s neck. His tongue found erogenous zones that she never knew she possessed. Her moans grew more insistent as she gave in completely to the feelings ravaging her body. Her breath came in pants as the impending orgasm drew nearer. This was it, she knew. This was the end. She could not hold out any longer—
Suddenly, a familiar voice intruded on the privacy of the two adversaries. The voice was strong and demanding. “Get off of her, you bastard!”
Victim and attacker both looked up in time to see a man rushing forward. “Joel?” the nearly finished super-heroine asked weakly. “Joel, is that you?”
Joey did not have time to react. Reiner’s fist slammed against his right cheekbone, knocking him backward and away from the helpless heroine. A brief but stabbing pain shot through his head. “Get away from her, you bastard!” Reiner commanded again. “Get away from her or I’ll--” “You’ll what?” Joey barked back as he pulled himself to his feet. “What are you going to do?” The newcomer backed away a couple steps, suddenly aware that his opponent was several inches taller and some seventy or eighty pounds heavier than himself. He quickly glanced at the fallen heroine, wishing that she could help him. “Damn!” he mumbled to himself. “If this guy took down Ms. Marvelous, then he must be pretty tough!”
Joey could see the fear in the reporter’s eyes. “That’s right, Reiner. You have got no chance against me. So what are you going to do? Are you going to be the big hero, coming to rescue the damsel in distress? I don’t think so. All you are going to do is get hurt—hurt bad!”
The thug lunged at the smaller man, trying to get his hands around the reporter’s throat. But Reiner was quick and all Joey got was two handfuls of air. Reiner countered with a pair of quick, harmless jabs before retreating.
“Don’t count on it!” the reporter warned. “I can handle myself. I’ve been covering the police beat in this city for almost ten years, so I guess I know how to deal with ruffians like you. So maybe you should beat it before I really get rough!”
Joey responded with a loud laugh but he wasn’t happy. An encounter with Reiner was not part of his master plan. He had not anticipated the interference of a third party. “Why was the reporter here?” he asked himself. But the answer was apparent to him almost before he finished the question. It was obvious. Just as Reiner used a classified advertisement in the paper to let Ms. Marvelous know that he wanted a meeting, so to did the heroine use it to communicate her desire for the same. It only made sense, Joey realized. The ad for the Pacer worked both ways.
“So you saw the ad in the paper, did you? Thought that Ms. Marvelous wanted to have a meeting, huh?”
The reporter looked surprised. “You know about that?”
“Sure I do. I’m the one that put the ad in today’s run. I set up this little meeting, though I never figured that you would show. Stupid me, I guess. I thought it would be a private party for the super-slut and me.”
“But how--”
“You’re an idiot, Reiner. It was obvious to me that you were the key to getting Ms. Marvelous. You were the guy that always seemed to get the exclusive interview. You were the guy who always got the picture. I knew there was something going on between you two so I started following you. I witnessed your last couple of meetings here on the pier. So I hacked your computer. I figured out that you used the Pacer ad to set up these little get-togethers. Then I set up my own little meeting. And it was
working out just fine until you showed up. But I figure it’s just a minor inconvenience. I’ll fix your wagon and then get back to business with my new lover, there.”
Joel frowned. He did not like the leering look on the thug’s face or the way that he pointed at Ms. Marvelous. He did not like the way the bruiser had been molesting her when he first came up to the pier. The heroine was his friend, after all. She was an honorable and descent person. She helped people without asking for anything in return. And now she needed his help. Joel knew that he couldn’t back down. He had to help his friend.
“I don’t know who you are or what you want with Ms. Marvelous, but I suggest that you leave now. I’m not going to back down.”
“Oh!” Joey replied mockingly. “You’re not going to back down? I’m so scared!”
The reporter squared his feet and raised his fists. He had been an athlete in college and an amateur boxer for a time. His opponent was much larger than he was, but Joel was determined to give it his best shot.
“It’s just as well that you aren’t going to back down,” Joey stated malevolently. “You see, I can’t let you leave. I’m going to commit murder tonight and there can’t be any witnesses. I’m sorry, but I am going to have to kill you.”
The thug moved on the attack again, stepping confidently toward his foe. He fired a looping right at Reiner’s head that missed, then let go with a haymaker hook that also caught nothing but empty air. “I’ll give you credit, Reiner. You’re a fast little guy. But I’ll catch up to you eventually. It’s only a matter of time.”
“Catch up to this, creep!” The reporter stepped forward and jabbed, catching the thug on the point of his chin. He pulled back in time to avoid a sweeping counterpunch, then stepped in and again landed a blow of his own. He danced to the side, remembering the skills he had learned in the Golden Gloves and avoiding two more punches. “That’s it,” he said to himself. “Stick and move. Stick and
move.”
The reporter’s confidence was growing as he repeatedly landed jabs to his larger opponent. He stepped in and fired off a three punch combination, two to the head and one to the gut. Maybe he had a chance, after all, he decided. Maybe he could win this match and save the day. What would Ms. Marvelous say to him, he wondered? How would she respond to him saving her life?
He could almost imagine the gratitude beaming from her wide blue eyes. The thought that this dazzling young beauty would be eternally indebted to him filled the thirty-five year old reporter with a tingling sensation that he had not felt in a long time. Like most men, he lusted for her tremendous body. Oh, maybe he did a better job of concealing his desires than did others, but he was still a man, after all, and how could he not want such a beautiful girl? The fact that she wore a mask and lived a life of danger only added to his desire. The heroine was gorgeous, mysterious, and exciting. She was, in every way, Joel Reiner’s fantasy.
Little did Joel know that his beefy opponent possessed similar feelings about the blonde super heroine. But unlike the Joey Malokovich, Joel Reiner’s feelings were based on more than simply her unsurpassed appearance. Through his dealings with the heroine, the reporter had discovered the inner beauty possessed by this moral and virtuous woman. It was a rare thing in a city like Megapolis, he knew. And he understood that even if the blonde angel did not possess super-strength and the ability to fly, she would still be a hero, at least to him.
But his fantasy had limits. Joel had no desire to get really close to the girl. A personal relationship was out of the question. He did not want to know her secret identity. He did not want to know who she was or what she did with her days. To know such things would be to spoil the fantasy. The excitement and mystery would be gone. The allure would be gone.
And in the end, it always came down to one thing—The story. Joel was a beat writer for the Megapolis Gazette. He was not married, he did not have kids—His career was his life. And Ms. Marvelous was a way for him to sell more newspapers. The readers, it seemed, could not get enough of her. The heroine was pure gold.
So why was he getting involved, now? The question rattled through his head like dice in a cup as he faced off with the large and dangerous man in front of him. It would have been smarter to hide in the shadows and simply witness the goings on, he knew. And it would make a great story, after all. “Famous
Super-Heroine Defeated”, the headline would read. Another exclusive from the city’s favorite reporter, Joel Reiner.
The young heroine would not have held it against him, Joel figured. She knew the risks. She put her life on the line every time she put on the costume and did not expect anyone to help her. But standing to the side and watching had not really been an option. For whatever reason, Joel had felt compelled to involve himself. For whatever reason, he had felt compelled to risk his own life for the sake of hers.
Would the dice come up craps? Was he overmatched? Might this be the end for them both? The reporter did not think so. So far, he was doing well. He had landed several blows and taken none in return. Perhaps the big thug was not so tough, after all. Perhaps he was not as dangerous as--
“Joel!” the heroine’s voice cried to him. “Don’t be a fool, Joel. Run! He’s just playing with you!” The reporter glanced quickly at the defenseless champion. She was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back. He could not imagine how she had ended up in such a predicament. He had seen her in action. He had seen her battle against a dozen armed men and come out on top. He knew first hand the tremendous strength that she possessed.
He looked at his opponent. The thug was sneering, apparently unaffected by the light jabs that he had landed. No, this guy was, indeed, as tough as he looked. Still, it seemed unreasonable that he could have beaten Ms. Marvelous on his own. Did he have the help of friends? Were they still nearby?
Reiner peered down the length of the pier, trying to see if anyone else was nearby. He did not see anyone, but that didn’t mean they were not—
A meaty ham fist suddenly crashed into the reporter’s gut. He doubled over and nearly lost his lunch. He gasped in pain. He had never been hit so hard in all of his life. His legs quivered. The big fist remained buried in his midsection and Joel knew that it was the only thing holding him up.
“You should never take your eyes off of your opponent, Reiner. I might be big, but I’m also pretty quick.”
The thug removed his fist from his overmatched foe’s gut and allowed him to slip to the ground. It was all too easy, he thought. Not that he had really expected the spindly reporter to give him much of a contest.
Joey Malokovich had started beating people up for money when he was twelve years old. He had been a paid enforcer for various crime factions since the age of fourteen. But breaking bones and cracking heads was not just a job—It was something he enjoyed. He sometimes wondered how come he was so lucky. Unlike most people, he had a job that both paid well and that he really liked. Yes, he was a lucky man.
Joey stepped forward and delivered a kick to the reporter’s ribs. A left cross against the top of Reiner’s cheekbone sent the reporter sprawling. Beating people up was an art form, Joey had learned. It required a certain finesse to take someone apart. It took talent to keep an opponent conscious while he made them bleed. It took talent to keep them awake so that they would feel every bit of pain. It took skill to keep them cognizant so that they could hear every bone snap.
“Let me help you up, Reiner.”
The big man grabbed the reporter by the back of his shirt collar and hauled him to his feet. Another blow to the man’s stomach followed. Joey easily picked the smaller man off the ground and slammed him back first across a crate. He slapped his victim across the face with an open hand to make sure that he had his attention, then delivered a clubbing strike to the bridge of his nose. Cartilage snapped. Blood spurted.
“You should have listened to the super-slut, Reiner. You should have run when you had the chance.”
The sound of knuckles bouncing off of flesh and bone filled the air. The reporter screamed as he felt pain like nothing else he had ever experienced. From her position on the pier, only a few feet away, Ms. Marvelous frantically tugged against the binds holding her arms. She knew that she had to do something. She had to do something or Joel Reiner would be killed.
The desperate young blonde struggled to free her arms. It was hopeless, she soon realized. Joey had done a good job tying her. The rope had been looped tightly around her forearms several times. On
a good day, when at full strength, she might have been able to break free. On this day, badly weakened by the Sartak, she had no chance.
But the ropes holding her legs were not so well tied. A single strand of rope wrapped over the thigh and calf of each leg was all that immobilized the heroine. She rolled onto her side and then her back. She struggled to free herself. Time after time, she tried frantically to straighten her legs. The ropes bit painfully into her flesh but she continued to try, knowing that Joel could not possibly hold out much longer. The reporter desperately needed help, and she was the only one that could provide it.
The heroine grit her teeth and tried to focus all of her failing strength to her legs. In the end, it was not the ropes that failed, but the knots that Joey has hastily tied off. Almost in unison, both ties came loose and Ms. Marvelous was free.
The weary heroine rolled back onto her knees and then pulled herself to her feet. A massive head rush nearly toppled her over. She was weak—the struggle against the ropes had drained almost all of her energy reserves. But she had to continue. A man’s life was at stake.
“Joey!” she cried out. “Leave that man alone!”
The thug crushed one more blow down on his fallen opponent before turning around. He was noticeably surprised and annoyed to see the blonde heroine on her feet. “What the hell? How did you--” Ms. Marvelous answered the unfinished question by driving her right knee into Joey’s crotch. The big man doubled over and yelped in pain as she repeated the move and smashed his nuts a second time. Her left knee rose up and greeted his face. The brute turned away, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack.
Ms. Marvelous looked frantically down at her would-be savior. “Joel? Are you ok?” The reporter seemed not to hear. His eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling. Blood ran freely from his mouth and nose.
“Joel! Joel, please answer me!”
Joey Malokovich rose back to his full height and squared off with the heroine. He was angry. The reporter showing up had not been a part of his master plan. Neither was enduring the pain of having his balls racked. But he could still salvage the situation. The heroine’s arms remained secured behind her back. She looked unsteady on her feet. All he had to do was—
“You bastard!” Ms. Marvelous yelled at him. “Look what you did to this man!”
“He had it coming,” the brutish thug replied with a grin. “He stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.”
“Stick this, you pig!”
The blonde champion leapt at Joey with surprising speed. Her right foot shot out and landed squarely in the middle of his chest. He was sent backward to the ground. The back of his head and shoulders bounced hard off of a large wooden crate.
Joey flinched. A wave of pain screamed through his head. But his opponent’s attack was not over. His eyes opened wide as he saw the point of her boot driving for the bridge of his nose. He moved just in time to avoid the dangerous kick. Rolling to his right, he scrambled to his feet and put some distance between he and his reenergized foe.
“I’m impressed, Doll Face! It looks like you have some fight left in you after all.”
“Enough to beat a scumbag like you, Joey!”
“But you’re still tied up. I think the advantage is mine.”
“As the old saying goes, I can beat you with my hands tied behind my back.”
“We’ll see,” Joey snarled. “We’ll see.”
The thug knew that he needed to take the initiative. He needed to get things under control or all might be lost. Moving with incredible agility for a man his size, Joey jumped forward and landed immediately in front of his surprised foe. He lifted his right hand from waist level and delivered a vicious backhanded blow across his adversary’s face. But his victory was short-lived. The heroine turned with the punch and drilled a reverse mule kick to his stomach.
Joey grunted but remained standing. “I’ll make you pay for that, bitch!”
Fire flashed in the heroine’s eyes. “The only one that is going to pay is you!”
She leapt forward and drove her left knee into Joey’s chest. A roundhouse kick sent him spiraling to the ground. “That’s the way,” she said to herself. “Don’t give him a chance to recover.”
Ms. Marvelous drove a kick to the thug’s knee as he tried to stand. A boot to his rear sent him sprawling into a crate. She was starting to feel like she had a chance. Though her body still burned with the effects of the Sartak, a new sensation--the thrill of combat-- was quickly washing over the lithe warrior. She could do this, she knew. She could win.
Joey rose quickly and squared off with the heroine. The sight of the slender beauty standing before him, her arms tied behind her back and her swollen breasts thrust out in front of her, filled him with an overwhelming lust. But his lust was mixed with desperation. The girl was once again dangerous. Her long legged kicks were fast and lethal. He had to change the course of this battle. And he had to do it quickly.
The blonde hellcat charged him again, using her superior agility and speed to land two more kicks. Each blow stung and backed Joey up. The thug was running out of room, both combatants knew. His back was up against the side railing. One more kick would send him over the edge and into the icy cold waters of the river below.
“It’s all over, Joey!” the beautiful super-heroine shouted. “Now, you will pay for your crimes!”