“It’s all over, Joey!” Ms. Marvelous shouted at her dazed opponent. “Now, you will pay for your crimes!”
She leapt at her foe and drove a boot into his midsection. He was a big man, powerful and muscular, but the force of the kick was staggering. He grunted in pain and was pushed backward. His large mass leaned dangerously against the side railing of the pier, nearly toppling it. He looked back over his shoulder at the calm, mirror-like surface of the river fifteen feet below.
“You’re running out of room, Joey!” the heroine stated victoriously. “One more kick and you are a goner. I hope you can swim!”
The big man looked back at the young blonde and snarled in frustration. How had this happened? He had been so close to victory! His carefully laid plans had come off flawlessly, at least at first. The slender heroine had walked unknowingly into his trap. She had been brought to her knees and made helpless before him. Everything was as he had envisioned it to be. Yet now it was all for naught. Despite the fact that her arms were still tied behind her back and despite the fact that her great strength had been greatly reduced, she was beating him. Her lightning fast kicks and knee lifts were getting the best of him, time after time. She was winning.
“It’s the damn reporter’s fault!” he screamed to himself. “He did this!”
Reiner lay atop a nearby crate, blood flowing from cuts on his face. Joey knew that he had beaten the man within an inch of his life but took little satisfaction from the knowledge. This was not about the reporter. Reiner had been nothing but an unexpected obstacle in Joey’s master plan. It did not matter if he lived or died. All that mattered was the super-heroine, Ms. Marvelous.
Joey’s hungry eyes gazed at his obsession longingly. She stood in front of him, mere feet away. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her smooth skin. Her lithe figure seemed catlike. Her arms were tied behind her arched back. Her gorgeous tits, still noticeably swollen from the stimulation he had inflicted on them, jutted from beneath the ultra thin material of her red and black costume. “Damn it!” Joey yelled silently. “I was so close to having her!”
The thug had taken a lot of punishment. But despite the multiple crotch whapping, nut cracking, knee lifts that he had endured, Joey’s hard-on now quickly returned. His seven-inch shaft of muscle raised the cotton fabric of his chinos to a point just below his waistband. How he wanted this woman! How he wanted to once again feel her tits in his hands! How he wanted to kneel between her velvety smooth thighs and plunge his love tool deep inside her magnificent box! How he wanted to ravage every part of her body!
He had wanted it for so long. Ever since the first time he had battled against the girl in the Apple Hills estate, he had known that he must have her. He had dreamed of her long, slender legs. He had fantasized of her rounded hips and narrow waist. He had imagined her athletic shoulders and firm breasts. He had envisioned her blonde hair and the virtuous, innocent features of her gorgeous face. His lust knew no bounds.
He had carefully planned for this night. He had gone to great lengths to find the heroine and lure her here. It could not end like this, he knew. It could not end with him being thrown from the pier. It could not end with something other than his complete victory. It could not end with something other than her magnificent body being thoroughly ravished.
He noticed that the beautiful heroine was looking at his crotch. She could plainly see his hard-on and it frightened her. She knew precisely what it was that he wanted to do. She knew that he wanted to rape her. She knew what he wanted to do and it scared her but it also enraged her. He could see the fire in her wide blue eyes. He could see that she now thought victory was within her grasp. But her eyes gave her away. He could tell what she was going to do. Her right foot was slightly farther back in her stance than the left. Her weight was forward. She was going to mule kick him in the groin. She was going to mule kick him to kingdom come.
The move came suddenly and quickly, but not unexpectedly. The young blonde let out a cry to focus her Chi and fired her right foot toward his body. As Joey expected, the kick was aimed for the bulge
in his pants. If it landed, it would be painful. It would be debilitating. It would send him into the river and the battle would be over.
He barely had time to react. At the last moment, his left forearm deflected the kick to the side. His right arm wrapped around her leg and pinned it against his body, just above his waist. He held on tight, knowing that by controlling her leg he controlled her.
A surprised look came over the young heroine’s face. Once again, her larger opponent had moved with more speed and agility than she had thought possible. With her leg held in the air, she was having trouble maintaining her balance. The situation was worsened by the fact that her arms were pinned behind her back. But all was not lost. The momentum of her kick had carried her adversary to the very edge of the pier. The side railing splintered under his weight and fell away. Like the heroine, Joey was having trouble maintaining his balance. Ms. Marvelous knew that he would have to let go of her leg in order to save himself.
The thug had run out of options. Though he had momentarily negated his opponent’s attack, he was now on the verge of plummeting off the pier and into the river. Again he looked back over his shoulder. The still water looked cold and deep. But there was nothing else to be done. It had to be this way.
“I can swim just fine,” he said with a wry smile. “How about you?”
The blonde heroine’s eyes opened wide as she realized what was about to happen. “What? No, don’t--”
Joey allowed his two hundred and fifty pound mass to fall backward. He held on tightly to the surprised heroine’s leg and easily pulled her off with him. Together, the two enemies fell downward toward the river. They impacted against the smooth surface with tremendous force, arms and legs sprawling, water splashing, air bubbles churning. Both combatants disappeared beneath the surface. For a long time, neither reappeared. But for the ripples extending outward across the water, no hint of their passing could be seen.
Ms. Marvelous screamed as the icy water slapped her senses. Without the use of her arms to protect herself, she had impacted against the water awkwardly and hard. She was surprised at how firm the surface had been. It felt like she had fallen onto an unforgiving cement sidewalk rather than a body of water. She kicked her legs and tried to orientate herself. Everything was dark. She was free of Joey’s grasp, but she had no idea which way was up.
Her lungs were starting to burn. Surprised by Joey’s unexpectedly brash maneuver, she’d had barely enough time to take a breath before being plunged into the icy water. She could survive the cold— She could not survive without air.
Jody forced herself to calm down. Getting excited was not going to help matters. Visibility was terrible, but she could see a little. Strands of her blonde hair floated flaccidly in front of her eyes. Bits of dust and debris dotted the water. Bubbles of air moved slowly—
The bubbles! Of course! The bubbles would point the way to the surface. All she had to do was follow the bubbles.
Jody aligned her body with the direction the bubbles were traveling and kicked her powerful legs. The surface could not be more than a few feet above, she figured. Once there, she thought that she might be able to manifest enough of her flying power to get back up onto the pier. Then she would work on getting out of the rope that held her arms. She would check on Joel and find a way to get him some help. As for Joey—well, she decided that the thug would have to wait. He could drown, for all she cared.
Her head crested the surface and she gulped down some much needed air. Her relief was brief, however. From behind her, two large hands reached across the top of her head and pressed against her scalp. To her disdain, the blonde beauty found herself being forced back under the water.
It was Joey, of course. The young heroine cursed her luck. The thug had recovered first from their fall into the river and had reached the surface ahead of her. He now had a clear advantage as he used his superior weight to hold her under the water.
Ms. Marvelous struggled mightily. She frantically kicked her legs and tried to squirm free of her attacker. But it was hopeless. With her arms strapped behind her back, she simply could not find the leverage to make it back to the surface. The brief breath she had taken was quickly dissipating. Her lungs
were screaming for air. A tremendous pressure was building in her head. There was not much time left, she knew.
Above the water, Joey Malokovich smiled victoriously. His fingers were well entwined in the heroine’s long blonde hair. His weight easily held her under the surface. She could struggle all she wanted—she would never break loose.
To his amazement, Joey found that he no longer needed to tread water. The heroine’s own frantic struggles held him aloft. His head and shoulders easily cleared the surface. The strength of this woman was truly amazing, he again acknowledged. But it did not matter. With her arms tied behind her back, all the strength in the world would not help her. She was finished.
Gradually, the girl’s struggles lessened. But Joey did not want her dead. Not yet, anyway. He wanted her weak. He wanted her helpless. But not dead. Joey wanted to keep her alive so that he could fuck her. That was how she would die, he determined. He would drag her to shore and fuck her to death.
The girl’s struggles finally ceased. Joey began kicking his legs to keep from sinking. His victim no longer had the strength to swim to the surface so Joey pulled her up by the hair. She spat water and choked down some much needed air. He let her take several breaths, then pushed her under again. Once more, he took her nearly to the point of drowning before hoisting her back up.
“If you mess with me,” he shouted at the gasping young woman, “I’ll drown you. Do you hear me?”
The heroine did not reply so he pushed her under again. When he brought her back up, he repeated the question.
“Do you hear me? Will you do what I tell you?”
“I’ll never—cough—give in—cough cough—to you!”
Joey pushed her under once more. He held the nearly drowned heroine under for a long time before pulling her back to the surface.
“I asked if you will do what I tell you!”
Ms. Marvelous spat up a large amount of water and nearly choked. She took in some air, but her breath was struggling. Finally, just as her attacker was about to shove her under the surface once again, she gave him the answer for which he was looking.
“Yes—cough cough—I’ll do… whatever you say.”
“Damn right!” a victorious Joey replied. “I’m your pimp daddy, bitch. You will do just what I say or you will die. For your sake, you had better not try anything.”
He spun her around and wrapped his arm under her chin. He began swimming for shore. The defeated heroine’s slender frame was hardly a hindrance as his powerful strokes carried them the length of the pier and near to the shoreline. In three feet of water, the big man thrust his victim’s head under the surface once more as a reminder that she should not cross him. He held her down for a long time before pulling her back up.
“Don’t screw with me or I’ll kill you, understand?”
The young blonde was nearly too weak to reply. “I… I understand…”
“Who’s your daddy?”
The heroine did not answer so he shoved her head under again. He was in total control of the once powerful warrior. He just needed to make sure that she understood it.
“Who’s your daddy?” he shouted after lifting her up.
The young heroine’s voice was weak. Her eyes were rolled up into the back of her head. She gasped for air. She was clearly beaten. “You… You’re my daddy…”
“Damn right! Don’t forget it.”
Joey lifted the girl up and almost casually threw her over his right shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to secure her. Her upper body dangled limply across his back. She did not struggle. “Now, where shall we go to get to know each other better? I definitely do not want to be interrupted again. Hmm… Yes, that warehouse should do nicely.”
Carrying the weight of the beaten heroine easily, Joey walked briskly to the pier-side entrance to the warehouse. The giant building was constructed from large sections of prefabricated metal paneling. A massive sliding door, used to pass large cargo containers in and out during the day, now stood closed. A smaller door next to the big one was fastened with a padlock.
“Hmm… This shouldn’t present much of a problem,” Joey said while examining the lock. He laid the waterlogged heroine on the ground and leaned her head and shoulders against the metal wall of the building. He was pleased to see that she did not try to get up or escape. Instead, her body slumped against the wall. She did not have any fight left in her. The battle was as good as over. All that was left was for Joey to enjoy his victory. “Don’t go anywhere, you hear?”
Joey began looking around. Numerous crates and boxes were stacked near the building. On one of these was a crowbar. “Ah, here we go. Just the ticket.” He returned to the door and placed the flat end of the crowbar against the padlock. He leaned against it, using his weight to lever the lock out of its moorings. The sound of tearing metal indicated that he was successful.
“There we are,” he said while swinging the door open and flicking a light switch just inside. “Our own honeymoon suite. Come on, Doll Face, it’s time to have some fun.”
Joey dropped the crowbar and helped the sagging heroine to her feet. There did not seem to be any strength left in the defeated girl’s fabulous body. He had to wrap his arm around her waist simply to hold her upright as they entered the building.
Joey slammed the door and carried his helpless victim farther inside. The switch that he had turned on controlled a small bank of lights near the entrance, but the larger lights above the main interior remained dim. Never the less, there was more than enough light to see by.
Enormous crates lined the outer walls of the building. Tall metal frames formed large shelves on which smaller containers could be stacked. The shelves reached nearly to the ceiling, thirty feet above. A complex pattern of monorail tracks mounted into the ceiling allowed pulleys to be moved around the shelves. Heavy ropes dangled from the pulleys. Many of the ropes were anchored with large metal hooks that were used to attach and lift boxes.
Three heavy-duty forklifts were parked just inside the main sliding door. The polished cement floor was spotless. It was surprisingly warm inside the warehouse—The heat generated by the sun beating down on the metal roof during the day had not completely dissipated. This was a welcome discovery for both combatants, as they were chilled to the bone after their romp in the cold river.
Joey dropped the heroine on the floor in front of one of the forklifts. She lay on her side and did not move. “I’ve got to get out of these wet clothes,” the thug said while looking down at her. “Then we will have some real fun.”
He stripped off his waterlogged Polo shirt and tossed it across a crate so that it could dry. He kicked off his shoes next. He removed his socks and wrung them in hands, shaking out as much water as possible. His chinos came off last and he laid them out next to his shirt. A large bulge in one of the pockets indicated that the rubber dildo had not been lost in the river.
He turned and looked upon his gorgeous captive. While he had undressed, the beautiful girl had struggled into a sitting position, her back leaning against the tire of the forklift. Her wet hair was pleated against her scalp, neck, and shoulders. Her expression was downcast and weary. She had resigned herself to her fate, it seemed.
Joey smiled and continued examining her. Her long legs stretched out in front of her body, bent at the knees and pressed tightly together. It would be fun spreading those gorgeous gams, Joey knew. The dim light inside the warehouse reflected almost brilliantly off the heroine’s wet costume. It made her all the more sexy, Joey decided, having her all wet and mussed like this. His overwhelming lust, previously tempered by the dip in the icy river, now quickly returned. His cock began to stiffen. The fact that the young blonde was watching him with her downcast eyes added to his building excitement. Slowly but surely his member swelled. As his cock grew, so to did the fear in her eyes. Finally, his tool was fully erect—seven inches long and very thick, it stood at attention in front of a bushy mound of jet black hair.
Joey approached his victim with an evil leer on his face. Finally, he would fulfill his fantasy! His obsession, the beautiful Ms. Marvelous, was at his feet, waiting. Once more, he would send her reeling into the velvety dark embrace of the sensual shock to which she was so vulnerable.
“The time has come, super-slut,” he said sinisterly. “The time of your ultimate defeat and my ultimate victory is at hand.”
The blonde heroine remained quiet as he kneeled in front of her. She was completely whipped, he knew. There was not an ounce of resistance left in the girl’s formerly powerful body.
“That’s a good girl. Open for daddy…”
He placed his hands on her knees and gently pried her legs apart. The smooth, lightly tanned skin of her inner thighs was inviting. He ran his fingers down their lengths. He paused, mere inches from her womanhood, allowing his anticipation to build.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “I’m going to suck your clit until you beg for mercy. I’m going to--” “Suck on this, you pig!”
Ms. Marvelous pulled her arms from behind her back and slammed her right fist into Joey’s kisser. The blow lacked its normal power, but was still more than enough to send the obsessed enforcer reeling backward across the floor. She was on her feet in a flash and now it was she that stood over him.
She dropped the rope that had been around her arms onto the floor in front of him. “The water made my costume slick,” she said in answer to his unspoken question. “I’ve been working my arms free ever we left the river. If you had been paying attention and not so overconfident, you would have noticed.”
Joey climbed onto his hands and knees. A single drop of blood fell from his nose a splattered on the smooth cement floor. “You bitch! I should have drowned you when I had the chance!” “Probably. But you won’t get that chance again. I suggest that you give up. With my arms free, this fight is as good as over.”
“Over?” he replied incredulously. “If that punch was the best that you can do, then I would say that we are just getting started.”
“You have lost the advantage, Joey. You’re in for some real pain if you fight me, now.” “Bah! I will yet have my victory over you!”
Moving quickly, the big thug lunged for the heroine’s legs. She tried to step clear but was too slow. He grabbed her ankles and jerked her feet out from under her.
Ms. Marvelous landed hard on her back. Her foe was on top of her in an instant. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the floor. His legs straddled her midsection. He pressed down on her with his full weight. His face was inches from her own as he snarled at her. The young beauty looked up into his dark brown eyes and saw the uncontrollable lust burning there. She felt his hot shaft pressing against the bare skin of her stomach. She knew that this man meant to ravage her utterly. He meant to destroy her.
“Get off of me, you bastard!”
The blonde heroine focused her strength and jerked her left arm away. She hammered a chop across her adversary’s right shoulder. A forearm across his face knocked him to the side. She twisted out from under his legs and scrambled backward across the floor to get away from him. Her attacker tried to salvage the situation by grabbing her left ankle. It was a mistake—Ms. Marvelous raised her opposite leg and fired a stomping kick at him. The blow connected hard against his forehead.
Her opponent cried out in pain and backed off. Both combatants rose to their feet. They faced one another and took up fighting stances. Despite her previous confidence, Ms. Marvelous knew that there was still some fighting left to do. She was not nearly at full strength—Though the dip in the river had reduced the burning sensations of the Sartak, she had nearly been drowned. It was a tradeoff, she supposed. Never the less, she could not deny that her situation was greatly improved. She was no longer hindered by the rope. Her arms were free. There would be no more traps. It would be a fair fight.
The time for talking was over. It was clear to the young blonde that her adversary had evil intentions. He wanted only to rape her. Given the chance, he would rape her to death. He had said so. This battle, should she lose, would be to the death.
The heroine watched her opponent closely. Joey was a skilled fighter. He had defeated her before, in the Apple Hills estate. She had to be careful with him. He stood in front of her, at the ready, completely naked. His massive arms and broad shoulders were bursting with strength. His chest was heavily muscled. His abdominal muscles were ripped. His powerful thighs and calves seemed hard as iron. She knew that he was not super-powered, but there could be no denying that he was a tremendous athlete.
Uncontrollably, her eyes seemed to focus on Joey’s swollen cock. Just the sight of it, completely hard and rigid and standing upright at a forty-five degree angle, filled her with dread. It was not the largest penis she had ever seen, but it was still mighty impressive and dangerous looking. It was especially
thick through the shaft, she noticed with fear—Whatever else happened, she could not allow him to use the thing on her. If such a thing were to happen, she would probably never recover. The thug noticed her examining his member. “Don’t worry, Doll Face—I’ll introduce you to Little Joey in a moment. First, I got to take you down a notch or two!”
Her attacker moved in on her and swung a haymaker right at her head. The heroine, preoccupied with her foe’s impressive anatomy, was slow to react. The hard knuckles of his hand ricocheted off of her left cheek. Droplets of water flew from her hair as her head spun around. The heroine saw stars and crumpled to the floor.
She lay there for several moments, dazed and confused. Such a punch would not have normally hurt her so, she knew. If there had been any doubt as to the weakened condition of her once powerful body, it was now erased. Both combatants knew—In terms of strength, this would be an even fight.
Filled with confidence, Joey pounced on the fallen woman. His weight crashed down on her and he wrapped his hands around her slender throat. But the blonde champion was not finished. Grabbing his left thumb, she jerked his hand to the side, wrenching his wrist. Joey screamed in pain and pulled his hand away. He rolled off to his right, desperately trying to put some distance between he and his opponent.
“Damn you, bitch! I’ll make you pay for that!”
“People seem to say that to me a lot,” the heroine answered as she rose to her feet. “But they never seem to come through.”
The two combatants circled one another warily. Both respected and feared the other’s abilities. One was driven by an unstoppable lust, the other by a need to survive. Both were fast. Both were agile. One was larger, the other more skilled. They clashed with a furious exchange of punches. This time, at least, skill won out over size. The heroine landed a powerful blow to her opponent’s chest.
The two fighters backed away from one another. Joey rubbed his ribs. Grudgingly, he had to acknowledge that the girl was too fast and skillful. As on the pier, when she was kicking the crap out of him, she was getting the best of him. And it was worse, now—Having the use of her arms, she was twice as dangerous. Her face radiated confidence. She knew it as well as he did. She knew that she was going to beat him.
Joey realized that he had to change tactics. He had to focus his attacks on the heroine’s one known weakness. It would be dangerous—He would be leaving himself open to her punches and kicks. But it was a gamble worth taking, he figured. It was his only chance.
He raised his fists and approached the slender blonde. She was in her own fighting stance, ready for him to throw a punch. He feinted with a jab and waited on her counter. When it came, he hooked her arm inside of his own and pulled her lightweight frame toward him. His opposite hand made a b-line for her exposed tit—He copped a feel and tweaked her nipple.
A surprised look came over the heroine’s face. He pinched her again before the reprisal came. Her forearm rammed into his chops and sent him reeling backward. A leaping front thrust kick nailed him in the chest. A spinning back fist narrowly missed. But Joey was determined to proceed with his plan. He watched as the heroine began her next move. He watched as she spun away from him on her left foot and lifted her right leg. He saw the roundhouse kick coming. The heroine’s right leg was coming at him fast and powerful. She meant it to be a crushing blow, a finishing blow. It was an attack he would normally try to avoid by either stepping away or ducking under. Instead, he lifted his right arm and stepped into the kick. He braced himself. He knew it would hurt. Possibly even break a rib. But he had to do it.
Her leg whipped around and slammed into his right side, just under the armpit. His teeth gritted as pain stabbed through his body. But he endured and stood his ground. Moving quickly, he wrapped his right arm under her crotch. His left grabbed the heroine around the neck. He lifted her one hundred and thirty pound weight up easily and positioned her horizontally above the floor at shoulder level. Suddenly, and with as much force as he could muster, he dropped to his left knee and crushed her spine across his right.
Ms. Marvelous gasped in pain as the small of her back was wrapped over Joey’s right leg. She lay there for several moments, stunned, her head and shoulders dangling toward the floor, her arms hanging limply beneath her. The back of her hands rested lightly against the concrete. Pain wracked the length of
her slender body. Her attacker’s move had been devastating. It had left her, for the moment, defenseless.
Her foe quickly followed up on his advantage. The young beauty felt the fingers of his left hand wrapping over her right breast. They caressed her sensitive skin softly, rubbing her in just the right spots. His forefinger and thumb gently pinched down on her receptive bud, causing it to stand at attention and sending a wave of erotic sensations coursing through her body. Her breast, still swollen from the events on the pier, responded quickly to his touch. Blood flowed into its rounded mass. The nipple hardened.
He paused long enough to slide his thumb under the thin fabric of her tapered costume. He tugged upward on the stretchy material. Working quickly, he pulled it up and over her swollen breast, exposing the skin. Liking what he saw, he uncovered the left breast, as well.
He took a moment to stare at the gorgeous mounds of bare flesh standing before him. The perfect curves of the young woman’s chest were firm yet soft. The hard nipples pointed toward the ceiling. The lust that he felt within him was almost unbearable. His hands dove onto the defenseless girl’s wonderful tits with the hunger of wild beasts.
His left hand picked up where it had been before, caressing and fondling the right breast. His right hand went after the other tit. His fingers drew soft, magical circles across her bare flesh. He pinched and teased her aroused nipples. He marveled at the warmth radiating from her firm mounds.
Wanting to explore other parts of her body, his right hand slid across the smooth skin of the super-heroine’s arched abdominal muscles. Continuing downward, it slid slowly under her bikini bottom and across her pubes. The fingers reached deep inside her costume, finding her slit and rubbing across her womanhood. Jody sighed as her adversary’s middle finger slide inside the crease formed by her nether lips. It slid the length of her slit before pausing at the entrance to her hole. Her enflamed lips readily enveloped the finger, accepting it as a welcome guest. The finger slowly withdrew before returning once more. It rubbed through her slit repeatedly and with agonizing precision.
Jody moaned softly. Her head remained bent backward, hanging toward the floor. Her arms continued to hang lifeless below her. Her legs parted slightly to accommodate the hand groping her nether mouth. The pain in her back was receding, replaced by the erotic sensations of a more intimate physical conquest. She knew that something had to be done. She could not allow her foe to continue his manipulation of her body. She had to escape him.
She lifted her head and squirmed in an effort to free herself, but her movements were countered forcefully. Joey pressed down violently on her chest, painfully bending her back across his knee. She cried out in pain. She lifted her hands and tried to strike back. Her right hand hooked beneath her foe’s hip and could move no farther. Her left hand weakly grabbed at the arm pushing down on her, but could find no leverage. It felt as if her back were breaking. Her head fell back. Her hands dropped back to the floor. Her body went limp.
Satisfied that the escape attempt had been foiled, her attacker lessened the pressure he was applying to her spine and returned his left hand to her swollen breast. He massaged it as before, gently rubbing his fingers across the sensitive skin over and over again. He kneaded the engorged mass, caressing it with just the right amount of pressure and tempo. The young blonde moaned again. It seemed that this man knew just how to touch her.
The beautiful heroine somehow knew that her adversary was offering her a choice. He was conditioning her. He was offering pleasure in place of pain. If she resisted, she would be forced to endure pain. If she submitted, she would receive pleasure. The finger at her crotch seemed to speak to her, confirming her suspicions. As it slid back and forth through her inflamed slit, it seemed to be saying “Surrender”. Her body stiffened as it slid across her clit. “Surrender and resist no more.”
Jody could feel the Sartak spilling across her burning body. Like a velvety cloud, soft and demure, it slowly engulfed her senses. Her five foot nine inch body, stretched across her enemy’s knee, had never looked so long and lithe. Her left leg, bent sharply at the knee, angled back beneath his lower thigh so that just her toes made contact with the floor. Her right leg, tensed and stiff, extended outward to its full length. Her long upper body seemed to strain against her hips and waist as it leaned downward toward the ground. As her back arched, her ribs pressed visibly outward against the smooth, unblemished skin of her abdomen.
Her blonde hair fell across the floor. Her eyes closed as a tortuous mixture of pain and unwanted erotic pleasure took control of her mind. She knew that if she struggled the pain would become worse. Her opponent would rend her body in two beneath his strong hands. No, she decided, it was better not to resist. It was better to allow his fingers to work their magic on her tormented body. Her nipples ached. Her pussy was on fire. She could feel her orgasm growing stronger within her loins. It would not be long, now, she knew. It would all be over very soon.
But the part of her that was not yet overtaken by the sensual shock of the Sartak, the part of her that was still a super-heroine—The part that was still Ms. Marvelous—cried out inside of her mind. The voice insisted that it be heard. “To surrender is to die,” it screamed. “We must not give up!”
Jody listened to the voice. She drew strength from it. “I cannot allow this to happen,” she said to herself. “I must resist to the end.”
The weary blonde forced her eyes open. She lifted her head. She tried to ignore the hands groping her breast and pussy. She had to concentrate. She had to focus on the idea of escape. She had to—
Her adversary seemed to sense her impending escape attempt. He removed his left hand from her aching breast and slid it under her shoulder. He supported the weight of her upper body. He lifted her up slightly and leaned over her chest. He took the swollen nipple between his lips. He nibbled on her, then sucked the hard bud deeper into his mouth. He drew on it long and hard, as if smoking from a stubborn pipe. A fresh wave of sensations flooded across Jody’s body. The voice in her mind faded away. She moaned loudly and her head fell back. Her eyes closed as the Sartak took control.
She was awash in sensations and fantasies. Her foe sucked on her aching nipple relentlessly, like a vampire draining away the last drops of blood from its victim. Her rock-hard bud screamed in anguish. Her firm breast was swollen beyond any reasonable measure. Her arms hung lifelessly. Her head dangled loosely above the polished cement surface. Her legs seemed distant and numb, as if no longer a part of her body. This was it, she was sure. She was beaten.
She felt his warm, stiff shaft pressing against her right hip. The young heroine could not control her thoughts. She imagined what it would be like to be ravished by the massive rod. She fantasized about how it would feel if it were plunged inside her moist pussy. How many times would this man, her conqueror, take her, she wondered? How many times would he thrust his stiff tool deep inside her? How many times would he make her come? How many times could she survive him? How long could she endure?
As if a part of her fantasy, the finger tormenting her slit dipped into her hole. It was greeted by a gush of her womanly juices. A few droplets escaped the confines of her stained bikini bottom and fell to the floor. Her adversary removed the nipple from his mouth and lifted his head.
“You are so wet,” he gloated. “It won’t be long until you come. You’re completely in my power, now. At last, the great Ms. Marvelous is completely in my power.”
The hapless heroine squirmed weakly before going limp once more. The mocking words of her opponent barely registered in her clouded brain. All she could feel was the finger penetrating deeper inside her love hole. All she could think about were the sensations exploding from her rock-hard nipple as it was taken once again into the mouth of her enemy.
“Enemy…” she mumbled aloud. “Enemy...”
She tried to focus on the word. Yes, this man was her enemy. He wanted to destroy her. He wanted to ravish and kill her. The glorious sensations flooding across her body were an illusion. They would be her end. She had to escape them.
The beautiful female warrior forced her clouded mind to concentrate. She had to ignore the distractions, she knew. She had to ignore the sensations rocking her world. She had to focus. She had to muster her strength.
Once again, Ms. Marvelous opened her eyes and lifted her head. Once again, she forced her left arm to rise. Her foe was before her. His head was within reach and vulnerable. He seemed not to notice her renewed determination. He continued to lean over her. He continued to suck on her aching right nipple--
The sight of her engorged tit buried in her adversary’s mouth was almost more than Ms. Marvelous could stand. Once again, fantasies of a more thorough defeat filled her Sartak weakened mind. Her concentration was nearly shattered. Her force of will was nearly defeated. “No!” the desperate heroine shouted. “I won’t allow you to defeat me!”
Surprised by the sudden outburst, her foe released her enraptured nipple and raised his head. The heroine’s fist stabbed forward and crashed against the point of his jaw. The look of surprise on his face changed into one of pain.
“Get your hands off of me, you pig!”
Ms. Marvelous slammed her fist into Joey’s chest. The force of the blow knocked him backward and gave her the opportunity to roll off his knee in the opposite direction. Moving as quickly as her weary body would allow, the athletic heroine scrambled to get upright. They faced one another, each on their knees, separated by a short distance.
“You stubborn little cunt!” Joey snarled in anger.
The blonde heroine did not reply. It had taken nearly all of her energy to break free of her attacker’s strong hands. Her breath came in pants as she tried desperately to subdue the burning sensations that had taken control of her once powerful body. She tried to ignore the sight of her foe’s tremendous physique. In her current state of arousal, Joey’s nakedness was more than a distraction. The sight of his heavily muscled shoulders and biceps, rippling with strength, seemed to gnaw at her. His broad chest and narrow waist seemed to eat at her will. His rock hard stomach and massive thighs filled her with yearning. His stiff cock, thick and standing upright, inspired dread and awe within her soul. His dark eyes burned with a fiery lust that threatened to consume her.
Joey stood and rubbed his jaw. Keeping a close eye on the kneeling heroine, he walked unhurriedly to the crates on which he had laid his clothes. Droplets of water fell periodically from the drenched cotton of his pants and splattered against the cement floor of the warehouse. He reached into the pants and removed a long, evil looking, device from one of the pockets. His mouth formed a sinister smile as he turned and showed it to the heroine.
“Remember this?” he asked with a smirk.
Ms. Marvelous flinched at the sight of the large dildo. It appeared to be the same one that Joey had used on her back at the mansion. Twelve inches long and two inches thick, the heavy rubber instrument was molded into the shape of a large cock. The memory of how it had felt when it was inserted fully inside her tight pussy made the beautiful heroine blush.
“Ah, you do remember! What do you say? Shall we see if it still fits? As I recall, it took all the fight out of you last time.”
“You’re a total slime ball, Joey. Maybe I’ll jam that thing in you and see how you like it.” “Defiant until the end, eh? Very well, if that’s the way it must be then so be it. In fact, I think I like it better this way!”
He came at her quickly, trying to catch her while she was still on the floor. The sight of the dildo in his hand, waving at her threateningly, filled the failing heroine with a new sense of urgency. She did not want that thing anywhere near her. Finding herself suddenly reenergized, the beautiful blonde met her foe’s attack head on. As he reached her, she raised her hands and grabbed him atop the shoulders. Allowing her body to fall backwards, she used her opponent’s own momentum to draw him forward. Rolling on her back, she placed her feet under his waist and pushed upward at precisely the right moment. Joey hurtled through the air and landed on his back several feet away.
The uninjured thug rose quickly and spun to face his adversary. The heroine was on her own feet a split second too late—He pounced on her and wrapped his left arm around her upper body. He pulled her close against his chest. The feel of her hot breasts pressing against his bare skin filled him with renewed determination. He would have this woman if it was the last thing he ever did!
Joey held the dildo in his right hand. He jabbed it at the blonde beauty’s crotch. The heavy rubber knob on the tip of the hideous device pressed roughly against her hole through the fabric of her costume.
“I’m going to jam this thing so deep inside you that you’ll beg for mercy!” he threatened. “No! I won’t let you!”
The desperate heroine’s fist slammed against the thug’s jaw, knocking him away from her. She followed up with a thrust kick to his stomach. A spear hand blow struck just below his throat. A well timed crescent kick dropped him to the ground.
The heroine’s attack had been a well-executed series of strikes, but the blows lacked real power. Her opponent still had plenty of fight left in him. He swiped at her legs with a sweeping left hook. The slender beauty toppled to the floor beside him. He reached for her neck with his left hand and pinned her against the hard surface. His right hand forced the dildo between her legs. He jabbed at her again, determined to finish her off once and for all.
Ms. Marvelous gagged as her air supply was choked off. Her fingers clutched at the hand around her throat in an attempt to pull it away. She felt the dildo between her legs. She felt the heavy knob pressing against her womanhood. Her foe seemed intent on jamming it into her even through her costume. But she would not allow it. His rough tactics only made her more resolute.
Ignoring the chokehold, the valiant heroine reached out with her right hand and grabbed her opponent’s left ear. Joey howled in protest as she squeezed it between her fingers. He released the hold on her neck. He dropped the dildo. All he wanted to do was get away from her.
The large man clubbed the smaller heroine across the face with his forearm. She released his ear and rolled away. Once more, the two combatants faced off. Both were the worse for wear. Both were nearing exhaustion. But Joey had an advantage. He again took strength from the sight of the slender beauty standing before him. He again marveled at her fabulous figure. He stared in wonder at her gorgeous breasts, now standing bare and firm to the world. Her virtuous expression seemed to beckon him. She was aroused, he knew. She was aroused and wet and ready to accept him.
It was a different story for the weary young beauty. Where the sight of her body filled her opponent with renewed energy and determination, the sight of his served only to weaken her own resolve. Joey was as beautiful as he was fierce. His rough physique pulsated with the forceful strength and brutal agility of powerful athlete. His massive cock was as swollen and stiff as it would ever be. As the heroine looked upon it, she knew that his lust for her knew no bounds. It knew no limits. It filled her with an overwhelming dread but more than that, it added to her own burning desires. Like his lust, Joey’s resolve seemed to know no boundaries. Her own willpower, on the other hand, was on the wane. She did not know how much longer she could hold him off. She did know how much longer she could hold on.
They clashed again, both fighters giving it their all, both knowing that the end must come soon. The heroine was a blur of desperate motion, her kicks and strikes landing more often than they missed, her athletic maneuvers a wonder of training and skill. Her attacker moved more slowly and with less skill. He took more punishment than he delivered, but with each pass he looked always to attack her weakness. A rub of her nipple here, a caress of her thigh there. A pinch, a grab, a stroke. With each pass, he stimulated her more. With each touch, he stole a bit more of her strength.
Finally, the brave heroine’s attacks subsided. She gave ground. She could barely stand. Her breasts were engorged with blood. Her nipples protruded outward like hard rounded points. Her juices flowed freely from her burning love hole. The crotch of her wet bikini bottom was stained dark. Her inner thighs glistened with moisture. Her scent-- the scent of arousal and readiness—was heavy in the air. She was near defeat.
Ms. Marvelous tried to concentrate. She tried to focus. Her body was alive with erotic sensations. Her breasts ached. Her pussy burned. The curse of the Sartak threatened to swallow her completely. Her will to resist was nearly depleted. She knew that she could not go on much longer. But she was not yet beaten. She was too proud for that. She was too courageous. She was a super-heroine. She was a champion of justice. She would not fall to an evil man like Joey.
He was tired, too, she knew. The battle had taken everything from him. He had used every last bit of skill, every last bit of strength and endurance. His breath was heavy. His skin was wet with sweat. His brawny shoulders seemed to sag. Even his powerful cock seemed not to stand so tall as it once had. Now was her chance, Jody knew. Now was her chance to beat this monster once and for all.
The heroine’s face became a mask of determination. She grit her teeth and furled her brow. With one last attack, she would defeat this man. She leapt at him with amazing speed and ferocity. Her war cry echoed within the metal walls of the warehouse. Her assault was furious and unrelenting. For every blow that Joey deflected, she delivered two more that landed. A cross, a hook, a knee lift. She
forced him back. A jab, an uppercut, a heel kick. She forced him back further. A snap kick, a back fist strike, a heart punch. She was a hellcat. She could not be stopped.
He fell backwards and landed heavily. Ms. Marvelous, consumed by the thrill of battle, pounced on his chest. Her legs straddled his waist and her full weight pressed down on him, pinning his body to the floor. He tried to raise his arms, to defend himself, but her punches rained down on him like hailstones from the sky. Time after time she hammered home blows. Her strikes bounced off his head, chest, and shoulders with furious determination.
But the heroine’s victory was to be denied. Her energy began to diminish. The adrenaline that had driven her furious attack began to dwindle. Her blows became less forceful. Her strikes became less frequent. Her chest heaved as she tried vainly to regain her breath. The lust for battle was replaced by fatigue.
Suddenly, Joey’s hands darted upward. They cupped her breasts and lightly squeezed. The young heroine gasped as his thumbs softly caressed her nipples. She took hold of his wrists in an attempt to pull his hands away, but found that she could not. Her hands, once able to rend metal, were now weak. Feebly, she punched at his face. Her foe took the blows without flinching. He smiled up at her, knowing that victory would soon be his.
“Nice try,” he said with an evil smirk. “You almost had me, but now the tables are turned. I can feel your tits responding to my touch. I can feel them swelling beneath my fingers. I can see the expression of hopelessness on you your face. The battle is over. I am the victor.”
The weakening blonde did not reply. She closed her eyes and tried to regain some bit of her fading willpower. The hands molesting her chest continued to touch her softly, caressing and teasing her aching nipples relentlessly. She could feel his stiff cock rubbing against her ass. The shaft felt hot, even through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. With each passing second, she knew, it would become more difficult to break free. With each passing moment, more of her strength and willpower would be sapped. If she were to escape, she would have to act fast. She would have to focus her remaining energy and—
Ms. Marvelous moaned loudly as Joey pinched her nipples between his fingers. All thought of escape vanished from her mind. Her body went limp. Her hands fell from his wrists and lay lightly against his bare chest. Her legs, feeling numb and detached from her body, flattened on either side of his body. She sat on top of him, her weight comfortably supported atop his waist.
The young beauty’s head fell forward and dangled as if lifeless. Her hair drooped down across her face and shoulders. There seemed to be no energy left in her once powerful body. Her attacker moved his right hand away from her engorged left breast and slid it slowly down across her slender waist. He loved the feel of her smooth skin. He loved having her in this position, sitting on top of him and straddling his waist with her legs. He loved the feel of her right tit in his hand. His loins burned. His long cock felt as if it could explode at any moment. Oh, god, he had to have this woman! He had to have her right now!
His hand slid over her broad, rounded hip. He gently prodded and lifted her so that she rose higher onto her knees. The weary heroine whimpered in protest but did as his hands commanded. Pushing off with the heels of his feet, he slid forward under her parted thighs and positioned his stiff member directly under her womanhood. He tugged at the material of her costume, pulling it to the side and revealing her most intimate region. Her treasure was gorgeous to behold. Joey struggled to hold onto his wad as he moved his eager cock into position.
Ms. Marvelous, dimly aware of what was happening, struggled to regain control of her body. The Sartak ravaged her mind. All she could feel were her aching breasts. Her nipples were swollen almost beyond recognition—They jutted from her engorged mounds like sharp points. Every brush of Joey’s fingers across their rounded tips caused a burning wave of sensation to surge across her body.
Her pussy was warm and moist. It yearned for the cock that stood stiffly just an inch below. The beautiful blonde knew that she would not be able to hold him out. She was so thoroughly lubricated and prepared that his massive cock, as thick as it was, would slide fully inside her easily. She could not allow him to do it. She could not allow him to ravage her.
The slender woman writhed in her attacker’s hands, trying desperately to escape. In her Sartak enshrouded mind, it seemed that the effort was powerful, even violent. She bucked, she twisted, she rolled from side to side. But it was a delusion, influenced by the sensual shock that tormented her body
and spirit. In fact, she barely stiffened as her attacker pushed down on her hips. She barely flinched as the heavy knob of his stiff pole made contact with her nether lips. She barely balked as it slid inside her slit and entered her hole.
The young beauty’s back arched and she looked toward the ceiling with unseeing eyes as the rock hard shaft of her foe slid inside her. She moaned loudly as she sat back and received the intruder fully into her treasured realm. Spasms rocked her body as a new wave of sensations crested across her tortured form. The spasms quickly dissipated into weak trembles as her wet pussy surrounded and accepted the unwanted invader.
Joey groaned with pleasure as his dream was realized. The heroine’s tight love box seemed made for him. He had never experienced anything so wonderful. His teeth ground together as he tried to remain in control. His hands clenched into tight balls. His fingernails cut into his palms. But he could endure no more. Mere seconds after entering his obsession, his wad exploded forth with the pent up fury of a fantasy long dreamed.
Ms. Marvelous whimpered softly as seven streams of hot semen filled her. Her own orgasm was on the verge of release. With the last remnants of her consciousness, she tried desperately to contain it. If she failed, she knew, the battle would truly be over. Her powers would vanish and she would be as helpless as a kitten.
But did it really matter, she wondered? Perhaps she could hold out for the moment, but for how long after that? Joey’s early release of his seed was no sign of weakness, she realized. His lust for her was overpowering and matched only by his endurance. He would fill her over and over again before this night was through.
So why not give in? Why not own up to the fact that she was beaten? She could not hold out forever. Her orgasm would eventually wash over her like an unstoppable wave of erotic power, thrusting her permanently into the warm embrace of sensual shock. How many such orgasms could she survive, she wondered? How long would she last? How long until Joey made good on his threat to fuck her to death?
She tried to remember when the battle had begun. The meeting on the pier had been scheduled for nine o’clock. At the most, it had continued for an hour, probably less. That left him all night to have his way with her. She doubted that she would survive much past midnight.
The thug rolled onto his side, dumping her to the floor. His shrinking cock slid out of her hole but he remained between her legs as he shifted her onto her back. The heroine’s eyes remained closed. She did not want to risk looking up at him. She did not want to see his nakedness. She did not want to risk a look at his beautiful and powerful physique. She did not want to see the unsatisfied lust burning in his eyes. It would be too much, she knew. It would cause her to lose the last fragments of her waning willpower.
His hot breath caressed her face but he did not touch her. For a long time, she could sense his presence, leaning over her. She played dead, allowing him to believe that she had reached her climax just as he had. Let him believe it, she decided. Let him believe that she was truly powerless.
But in truth, she was powerless. Though she had not given in to her ultimate sexual release, it remained within her, unsatisfied. Her body burned with an unfulfilled passion. Her strength was gone. Her resistance was nearly depleted. This man could do with her as he would. She was his sex slave.
She had to resist. To the bitter end, she resolved, she would resist. She was Ms. Marvelous. She was a champion of justice. To the bitter end, she would fight against the evil tyranny of-- The slender blonde felt the strong hands of her adversary slide over her waist and across her hips. They paused on her thighs and then gripped her flesh gently. She was once again amazed at how someone as ruthless and barbaric as Joey Malokovich could be so gentle and sensual when touching her. She realized that he must have been planning this attack for a long time. Learning from his first encounter with her, in the Apple Hills estate, when he had practiced his technique by strapping her to a metal cross and exploring every part of her helpless body, he had since fantasized about this night like a schoolboy fantasizes about his second sexual encounter. He had noted and expanded upon the techniques that had caused her to respond the way he desired, while eliminating or fixing the ones that did not. He’d had a long time to think about it, and she was forced to admit that he had learned his lessons well.
The heroine did not resist as he rolled her onto her stomach. He spread her legs and she felt him leaning between her thighs. His hands reached under her hips and lifted her up. He placed her legs atop his broad shoulders. He pressed his hungry lips against her nether lips and kissed her softly. The sweet aroma of her wet love box filled his senses. For a long time, he just enjoyed the sight of it. Her pussy was perfect in every way. Pink, virgin-like lips protected the treasure beneath. He ran his tongue softly across the inner ridges of her lips and thrilled at the way the young heroine’s body trembled. This was what he had wanted for so long. This was what he had dreamed about.
The heroine was desperate. She knew that she could wait no longer. If she did not escape soon, she never would. She no longer thought of victory. She thought only of gaining her freedom, of living to fight another day. She scratched at the polished cement floor with her fingernails but did not gain any ground. Her legs were held securely by her attacker. His face was buried between her parted thighs. His tongue was delicately tasting her soft pussy mouth. Her hands were free, but to what avail? She used them to raise her upper body off the floor, but could not find the leverage to pull away from her foe. In fact, she thought gloomily, all she was doing was giving Joey more convenient access to her vulnerable nether regions.
The discouraged girl allowed herself to fall forward toward the floor. Her forearms and hands fell atop her foe’s heavily muscled thighs. Her head dropped down nearly to the cement. Joey’s cock was right in front of her nose. Her blonde hair fell across the sides of her face and over his legs, forming a makeshift sanctuary and hiding her shame from the world. Her hips remained propped up in the air, controlled by her attacker. This was it, she knew. There would be no escape.
His tongue found her clitoris. Her body lurched as a jolt of new sensations poured over it. He flicked at the swelling bulb unmercifully, drawing it from its hiding place and tormenting it time after time with his expert touch. The heroine’s fists clenched. Her impending orgasm was once again gaining life within her loins. Once again, she felt the Sartak overtaking her body and mind, consuming her with the promise of utter defeat.
She did not resist as her foe wrapped his hands across the top of her ass. She was propped high in the air and completely vulnerable to him. His tongue continued to work her over, sliding time after time over her sensitive clitoris. As her mind and body succumbed further to the effects of the Sartak, she was amazed at how quickly it had all come to an end. One moment she was fighting and winning against a much larger opponent. The next she was his helpless sex slave. But it had been his plan all along, she knew. He had meant to draw her in, to use her own confidence as a weapon against her, and to ultimately rely on her greatest weakness to overcome her superior fighting skills.
“No…” she moaned as his rough tongue lapped across her swollen clit. “Stop… please… stop…” Her foe answered by taking her enflamed bud between his parsed lips and gently sucking it. He rolled it back and forth carefully, monitoring the devastating effect it was having on the young blonde. Her body tensed. Her breath came in frantic pants. He knew she was almost ready. He knew that her orgasm had nearly reached its climax.
Abruptly, just as it seemed the helpless heroine could take no more, Joey pulled away. He allowed her swollen clit to retreat back into its secretive nest at the top of her slit. He allowed the enflamed lips of her moist pussy to close. After a few moments, the girl’s slender body relaxed. Her long legs curled upward so that her feet crossed just above his head. Her head fell limply between his legs.
Ms. Marvelous tried desperately to regain some degree of control. Her mind was awash with erotic images. Her body burned like a nova. Every nerve tingled. Her orgasm remained on the edge of the precipice, wanting badly to step over but needing yet a few more strokes of his tongue across her enlarged clitoris. “Oh, god,” she moaned silently. “He brought me so close. He could have finished me.”
Joey watched in amusement as the entrance to his victim’s tormented pussy pulsated with pre orgasmic spasms. In answer to her unspoken question, he replied, “Not yet, Doll Face. I am going to pace myself. I want to play with you all night long. I’ve waited a long time for this moment. I’ve waited a long time for my victory. I want you to last. There will be no quick demise for the great and beautiful Ms. Marvelous.”
The slender heroine had long since lost all hope, but the words of her adversary struck her to the very core. This was it, she knew. Her all to brief crime fighting career had come to an end. She had always known that it would happen at some point, she supposed, even if she did not openly admit it. She
could not continue to roll the dice day after day, battle after battle, and expect that it would not someday end. But she had always believed that she would lose to some overwhelmingly powerful super-villain, and not to a man like Joey Malokovich. How had it come to this, she wondered? How could a small timer like Joey, a man with no super-powers, have defeated her?
Yet it was true. In the erotic fog of her Sartak shrouded mind, the beautiful heroine knew that Joey was her conqueror. He had beaten her in fair combat and would now reap his rewards. He would pillage her. He would ravish her. He would make her his sex slave and when he was done with her— when his lust for her flesh was satisfied-- he would cast her empty husk aside like a used condom. “Please…” the great heroine begged. “Please don’t…”
The thug smiled evilly and pulled her hips close once more. Again, his tongue softly traced the edges of her nether lips. Again, he slid it inside her slit. Once more he lapped it across her tortured clit. Sensations racked the defenseless young woman’s body. Her fists clenched. She bit her lower lip. She raised her head and arched her back. Her moans filled the air and echoed between the metal walls of the warehouse.
She cried out as her master drove the tip of his tongue into her hole. He lapped at her femininely juices like a hungry steer going at a salt lick. She lifted herself up onto her hands. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth fell agape and her face contorted in exquisite agony. Ms. Marvelous no longer knew who she was. She no longer knew where she was. All she could feel were the torturous sensations flooding across her helpless body. Her orgasm was near its zenith. It was strong. It was powerful. Surely, it would destroy her. She could not hold it off any longer. She could not—
Joey pulled away again, still not wanting his defeated opponent to reach her climax. Her body remained rigid and tense for the longest time, and for a moment the thug worried that he might have brought her too close. But eventually she again relaxed, collapsing across his chest, stomach, and legs. “Not yet!” he assured her. “I don’t want you to come just yet.”
“You’re… torturing… me…” the helpless heroine moaned.
“You brought it on yourself. If you had not resisted so defiantly, it might all be over by now. But now I know that your spirit must be completely and totally broken. I am going to take you to a place you have never been, Doll Face. I am going to force you to experience an orgasm so intense, so powerful, that your will to resist will be forever destroyed.”
Ms. Marvelous knew that the only thing keeping her conscious was the unfulfilled orgasm that burned in her loins. Every fiber of her body seemed to be screaming. Erotic images of Joey raping her filled her mind. She forced her eyes to open. His cock stared her in the face. It was growing long and stiff again, she noticed. It would not be long before he could once again plunge it into her aching love hole.
His tongue touched her again, causing her body to immediately stiffen. She no longer had the strength to lift herself up off of his thighs. Her face, buried between his legs, strained against the torment she was enduring. Her legs, working with a mind of their own, curled around his head and pressed his mouth tighter against her enflamed opening. Her engorged breasts rubbed against his stomach. Her swollen nipples pressed against his flesh. Her lips brushed against the hot head of his stiff cock. She could not last. This time, she knew, she could not last. She could not survive. Surely, her impending orgasm would destroy her. This would be the end—
Yet again, her cruel attacker pulled away at the last moment. The tormented heroine moaned loudly. Her breathing was struggled. As she panted for air, she pleaded with him. “Please… finish it…” she begged. “Can’t take… anymore… Please make me… come…” Joey paused before answering. “No, not this way. I want to feel you come. I want to feel your love juice burst over me. I want to be inside you when it happens.”
He pushed the powerless heroine’s left leg up and over his head and allowed her limp body to slide down to the floor next to his right knee. She lay on her side, facing him. He took pleasure at the look of anguish on her virtuous face. He had done it, he realized with joy. He had defeated the great Ms. Marvelous. All that remained was to finalize his conquest. Joey’s victory would be complete.
The heroine forced her eyelids open and returned her tormentor’s gaze. His dark eyes still burned with the same fiery lust that she had seen before. The eyes were examining her taught, athletic body. They roved across her long, slender legs. They scanned her hips and waist. They paused on her
bared breasts, liking what they saw. Finally, they viewed her lovely face and locked with her wide, blue eyes.
Fear crept into the heroine’s heart as she saw the furious emotions that blazed in his eyes. There was no hope for her, she knew. This man would allow nothing to prevent his ultimate conquest of her body. He would ravish her slender form relentlessly and without pity. Now that he had made her helpless, he would no longer be gentle. He would no longer touch her softly. He would plunder her treasures utterly and ruthlessly.
The beautiful blonde looked past her foe, toward the ropes that hung from the ceiling. Would he tie her with the ropes, she wondered? Would he hang her by her arms while he rammed his stiff rod into her time after time? She looked at the crates that lined the floor. Would he throw her helpless body across the crates and desecrate every square inch of her flesh? Would he tie her legs to the forklift and lift her into the air by her feet, then ravage her while she hung upside down?
She watched him stand. His cock was once again fully swollen. The defeated heroine knew that he could do all of these things and more. He had all night to play with her body before the dockworkers showed up the next morning. There was no one to save her. This was the end.
He smiled sinisterly and spoke. “I’m going to fuck you in a moment, but first I want to torture you some more. You will not be able to prevent me from using the dildo on you now, I think.” She watched as he turned and walked toward the spot where the dildo lay. “Please… no…” He leaned over and picked the stiff piece of rubber off the floor. He tapped it against the palm of his hand and chuckled evilly. “I’m going to butt fuck you with this thing, Doll Face. I’m going to jam all twelve inches of it into your ass and watch you turn blue in the face. Then I’m going to turn you over and fuck your pussy with my cock. If it kills you, so be it. But I bet you will survive. You’re a tough gal. If I play my cards right, you’ll last until mid-morning, at least.”
Ms. Marvelous lay still, not having the strength even to get on her knees. She knew that she would not be able to prevent Joey from making good on his threats.
“After I’m done with you,” the brutish thug continued, “I’ll go after that reporter, Reiner. He has probably limped away from the pier, by now, but I’ll track him down. I know where he lives.” At the mention of Joel’s name, a spark of anger ignited in the blonde heroine’s heart. She had nearly forgotten about her friend. He had risked his life to save hers and paid a severe price. The last time she had seen him, he was lying bleeding and broken atop of a crate on Pier Fifteen. “Not that he knows who I am or anything, but I don’t like to leave loose ends lying around. I’m going to enjoy killing that fool.”
Reiner was a good man and one of the few people that Ms. Marvelous could count on for help. He had been a fool to go up against Joey, she knew, but that did not mean that he deserved to die. “I might have to kill some other folks, too. That bitch, Elle Mental, for one. If it wasn’t for her, you never would have escaped from me the first time I had you.”
A voice cried out in the heroine’s head, burning through the shroud of the Sartak. “Elle Mental?” it cried. “He wants to kill Elle, too?”
“It will be a pleasure to do that bitch. She’s almost as good looking as you. Brunette, big tits, long legs—Yeah, I’ll enjoy doing her.”
The spark of anger grew hotter inside the blonde heroine’s chest. The idea that this ruffian might hurt her friends infuriated her.
“In fact, I might make a habit of this—Raping and killing super-women. Maybe I’ll turn it into a hobby or something. Joey the Bitch Slayer—Yeah, that’s what they’ll call me.”
Ms. Marvelous forced her aching body up to its knees. She somehow managed to climb to her feet. She fed off the anger, gaining energy from it. Where before she did not have the strength to save herself, she now found enough to fight for others.
“You won’t kill anybody,” she spoke in a husky but determined voice. “I’ll stop you.” Joey smiled confidently. “Really? And how are you going to do that? You can barely stand.” The brave heroine knew that her adversary was right. The brief spark of energy that had enabled
her to get to her feet was already fading. The Sartak was simply too strong, too all consuming. She wobbled and nearly fell. She was forced to grab onto one of the ropes dangling from the ceiling just to keep her balance. Her hands squeezed feebly against the large metal hook that anchored it.
“I…” she sputtered weakly, “…I will stop you…”
Joey pointed the dildo at her threateningly. “The only thing you will do is lie back down and spread your legs. It’s time for some good old fashioned butt fucking!”
The thug stepped toward her, waving the dildo at the near defenseless heroine. He watched as she used the last of her remaining strength to pull back on the rope. She lifted the hook over her head, preparing to throw it at him.
“Oh, please,” he chided her. “You don’t honestly think I’ll just stand here and allow you to clunk me with that, do you?”
The heroine seemed to ignore him, but he could see the desperation written in her eyes. Why did she even bother with such a feeble attempt, he wondered? They both knew that she was defeated. Nothing would save her now.
The heroine pushed the hook forward with everything she could muster. As it left her hand, she fell to her knees, exhausted. Joey chuckled as the toss went laughably wide of the mark. “Is that the best you can do?” he asked mockingly. “You missed me by ten feet!” The blonde champion raised her weary head and looked him in the eye. “It went precisely where I aimed it.”
“Huh? What are talking about?”
Joey turned just in time to see the hook hurtling back at him on its return course. It slammed into his face solidly but hardly slowed as it went by. The sound of the smashing blow resounded through the cavernous spaces of the warehouse. His world went black and he dropped like a stone.
Ms. Marvelous watched her brutish opponent hit the floor. His head made an odd, clunking noise as it bounced of the smooth cement. The dildo fell from his hand and settled several feet away. The hook that had felled him continued on its merry way. She watched it as it continued to swing back and forth in a semi-circular motion. With each pass, its arch decreased slightly until, finally, after several minutes, it settled in its original location just above her kneeling body.
“It’s a good thing I studied geometry in high school,” the slowly recovering heroine said aloud. Taking a deep breath, the blonde beauty forced herself up onto unsteady legs. She readjusted her costume, covering her breasts and repositioning her bikini bottom so that she was adequately covered. The Sartak still raged inside her tormented body—It would be some time before she regained her strength. Never the less, she had gathered enough energy that she was now able secure her opponent. It was ironic, she thought, that the very rope Joey had used to bind her arms was now wrapped around his own. She tied him to one of the forklifts and smiled weakly. When the dockworkers opened up the warehouse the next morning, they would discover a naked, badly bruised man. She figured the police would be called. Surely, a man like Joey was wanted for something. The beautiful blonde left the metal building, thankful to get out alive. Joel Reiner was nowhere to be found. His car was gone, which meant that he was probably well enough to drive. Hopefully, he had made it to a hospital and was receiving treatment for his injuries. She made a mental note to call him on his cell phone at the earliest opportunity.
Ms. Marvelous looked down the length of the pier before departing. A light fog had rolled in, hiding the far end from view. She imagined that she heard a baby crying, somewhere down there, in the midst of the haze.
“Joel and I really need to find a better place to meet,” she mumbled to herself. “The docks just are not as safe as they used to be.”