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Unlike Overmaster Wars: The Sound Of Great Thunder, I can't post the whole of The Wrath of Ward. Much like those offers you get in the mail or online...you have to join:) the Yahoo.com club for the whole story. But don't worry...its free. This story originated as roleplaying between me(as The Union's assorted team of superheroines) and Mr. Pomy Smith(http://pulse.yahoo.com/_WPUKZZADL6EBDFJ3B4ABUSUWBI) as Ward, the titular villain of the story.

Mr. Smith always joked that our combined sessions would have made good animated shows, like Justice League or Teen Titans. So, when he editted the bulk of our sessions together as a story, I decided to edit them into chapters, or "episodes". Thus, The Wrath of Ward(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/wrathofward/) was born.

Here is a few episodes to start the ball rolling:


Episode One: Terror From The Stars! Enter Ward, The Darkelf!

The flames surrounding her lean form could have easily killed any
normal human. But, thanks to the Belt of Osiris which circled her
sensual waist, she was unharmed. With the super-senses of the Mask of
Thoth, she scanned the flaming area, searching for signs of
survivors.

Her civilian name was Isis Isetnofret. But right now, clad in a gold
costume with four artifacts powered by the essences of four Egyptian
gods, her name was that of one of the greatest females in the history
of the world.

Her name was Cleopatra.

As usual, her day kicked off with a bang. Just a few minutes ago, she
was just a normal college student, making her way to the first class
of the day, until she received an alarm from Central Citadel, the
Union's HQ. Seemed that a fiery villain known as Pyre had escaped
from prison, and had taken solace at an orphanage. Police had quickly
surrounded the place, which caused the half-crazed villain to lash
out with his powers...which resulted in this new inferno.

Grumbling to herself, Isis made a quick change, and was there in less
than 10 minutes. Now, the Egyptian heroine made her way through the
fire, searching for the perp.

"By Re's Wings!!" she exclaimed. "It is as hot as the Sahara sands in
here!"

Still, she continued on, her duty as a superheroine overshooting
anything else. But she had to hurry. Even though she was invulnerable
on the outside, she was not on the inside. She would run out of air
soon, if she did not hurry.

So she pressed on, and soon found what she was looking for. The fiery
bastard was there, holding a group of children hostage.

"Marvellous..." he purred."So, you're Venusian Vixen, right?"

Cleopatra frowned. "What in Set's name are you babbling about? I'm
not Jazmon, you fiery desert scorpion! I'm Cleopatra, present-day
defender of justice and avatar of the Egyptian Gods!!"

Pyre only paused for a moment. "You had time to work on that, didn't
you?"

The heroine grinned. "Yep. Nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"Yep, Cleo, it does." Pyre chuckled. "Too bad you won't be saying it
anymore!"

As he said this, he let loose with a blaze of fire, which could
instantly fry a person to a crisp. But, for Cleopatra, it only earned
a mere shrug.

"Take this, you defiler of the innocent!" she yelled, holding her
hands up, powered by the Bracelets of Horus. Two powerful blasts of
energy slammed into the villain, knocking him out.

And the worst was over.

It did not take long for the Egyptian Empress to free the children,
and place the villain in police custody. However, just as the cameras
were coming her way, she only flashed them a smile, before taking to
the sky.

Seconds later, Isis Isetnofret was back to her regular self, and
heading to her class...

With the hero of the day gone the cameras turned to the police
dragging away the crazed pyromaniac. But standing in their way a
diminutive figure clad in black leather effortlessly plucked the
villain from their grip.

"What do you think you're doing buddy?" were one cop's last words
before the long haired stranger knocked his head clear from his
shoulders.

He snapped the cuffs of the pyromaniac saying, "Get out of here, go
have some fun", as the remaining 2 cops opened fire. The ancient
elven warrior ignored the primitive weapons his magically toughened
skin felt only a slightly pleasurable prickly sensation. The male cop
he poked in the eye driving his finger into the brain, he turned to
the policewoman who was still firing for lack of any better plan.

He thrust his hand into her uniform trouser and she screamed as he
lifted her several feet off the ground. "Who was that woman? Where
can I find the bitch?", he demanded. The cop screamed "She's called
Cleopatra! She's a superhero they just come and they go I don't know
where she is please put me down!"

Isis was just on her way back to attend classes, when suddenly
something caught her attention on one of the television screens in
one of the classrooms. A small figure in black leather held a
policewoman by...her pants? She did not want to know. But, didn't she
just leave that place? Where did this guy pop up from?

Still holding the now sobbing policewoman by the cunt he turned to
the cameras, "Cleopatra, If you can hear me, my name is Ward and I
challenge you to a combat. If you do not come back to meet me I shall
start slaughtering people and I rather gather your duty is to prevent
that sort of thing. You had better hurry or..."

The lady cop burst into flames screaming in agony as the sadistic
monster laughed.

"By the Eyes of Horus!!" Isis exclaimed, not believing what she was
seeing. How could he take a life so easily?! Doesn't he know all life
is sacred? No one had the right to choose who lived and who died!

In a blink of an eye, she was already changing into her outfit.
First was her gold leotard, which slipped on effortlessly on her
athletic body. Then, came the bracelets, the belt, and the golden platform sandals.

Finally, the Mask of Thoth covered her eyes.

Cleopatra was reborn.

With inhuman speed, she was up in the air, on her way to the scene.
As she neared the scene, she landed gracefully in front of the
villian, her hair dramatically blowing in the wind.

"Malicious creature!" she declared, pointing a golden fingernail at
him. "How dare you trespass on the sanctity of life? In the name of
Re, I am Cleopatra...and I will make you repent!!"

"Repent!" he laughed the word, "You have no idea the enormity of
my crimes or the savagery of the sins I delight in. If at any time I
have done one thing that was kind or not motivated by my selfish
desires then that I do repent"

The hunter looked over his target. He would not use his full sensory
capabilities; this would reveal almost every fact about his foe and
not only reduce the challenge of the battle but spoil any surprises
she might have for him.

In visible light she was a knockout; dark skinned with blond hair to
match her gold outfit (on which he was sorely tempted to use 'x-ray'
vision) probably as tall as he was without the glittering golden
platform sandals laced around her well toned calf, as it was he was
looking up into her masked face.

The dark elf realised he was still holding a smoking corpse. He
tossed it aside carelessly. The courageous policewoman shattered when
she hit the ground ashes spreading in the breeze.

"Are you really one of the fabled Union? I came here hoping to test
my skills against powerful fighters. To look at you I'd think I have
wasted my time. I warn you woman if I do not find you entertaining
your death will be agonising!"

"By Re's Wings..." she murmured, as the villain shattered the
remains of the policewoman. She closed her green eyes, repulsed by
the scene. But, as Ward mentioned the Union, her eyes widened behind
her mask.

"So, you've heard about us." she said, bawling her fists. "Then you
should know the penalty for taking a life!"

"By the way, eloquent speech about your 'enormity' of crimes." she
chuckled. "Funny, I kind of pegged you for the 5th dimensional imp
type...but you seem to be as tough as the Serpent God himself!"

~We can test that theory~ she thought to herself. Noticing the
police car beside her, she bent down, bending and spreading her lean
legs. Her tender hands gripped the bottom of the car, and within
seconds, she held it over her head.

"Here handsome!" she grinned wickedly. "Here's a package for you,
courtesy of Re!" Then, she hurled the vehicle at her newfound enemy...

Ward's eyes widened as he watched her crotch as she bent to lift the
car, seeing the bulges of her pussy through the strip of gold
material was so much more rewarding than peeking with his 'x-ray
vision'.

It took both hands to catch the flying vehicle. The force of the
impact sent the villain skidding backward several meters. ~Good~, he
thought, ~she is strong but if that is the extent of her strength I
will take her easily. Let's see if she is holding back~. He returned
the car at exactly twice the speed that she had thrown it to him.

"Take back your pathetic gods package. You shall inflict no penalties
on me! You will be my reward!"
"My gods!" the Golden Damsel exclaimed to herself, as the metal
projectile was returned to her at twice the velocity. Closing her
eyes in fright, she braced herself for the impact.

It came.

She gained a good grip on it, but the sheer momentum sent her
skidding back a few yards, her high heels digging deep trenches in
the ground. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself, finally coming to
a stop 20 feet from where she originally stood.

Great Serpents of Set! He was not a foe to be joked with. By the
scowl on the Darkelf's face, he meant business.

"G-great throw..." she grinned, hiding her anxiety."You're a regular
Babe Ruth, aren't you?"

She put the car down, and faced him.

"What do you mean that I am your 'reward'?" she asked in anger. "I'm
not some prize for your twisted fantasy. I've come for retribution!"

With that, she flew forward, before stopping and hovering over
Ward. "Here! You didn't like your first present? How about another
one from Horus!"

She held her fists out in front of her. The Bracelets of Horus glow a
bright gold, before a volley of powerful blasts, enough to shatter
steel. The blasts sliced through the air towards their target
With a smooth fluid motion of the hands Ward erected a magical
barrier. The energy bolts exploded as they hit the shield as the
second bolt hit Ward realised that his hands were getting hot, a
split second later the third bolt hit him and the world erupted in a
blue light.

The next thing he knew he was lying in a pile of rubble. He
remembered the gold clad girl calling him a baby and then Ruth (a
girl's name)? Then what? He hadn't been hit like that since...He
smiled (he almost laughed) It had been a long time since he had been
that close to getting himself killed. He knew there was only one
possible source for that kind of power; he was facing a goddess.

What a battle he had flown blindly into. At last, an opponent with
enough power to be a real threat.

He would be very disappointed if she was just another
pathetic 'chosen one' adorned with talismans doing her gods wishes.

He looked at her again this time seeing in all of the magical and non
magical wavelengths. He was very disappointed; he really felt that he
should vent his frustration on her, NOW.

The rubble covering him scattered as he leapt. He moved as a blur,
zigzagging to avoid any energy bolts but Cleopatra did not have time
to fire. He was upon her faster than she could react, covering a
distance of twenty meters in a heartbeat. He had no time to stop
and admire her face now; he was close up but his heightened senses
took in the dark-skinned beauty's features, the enhancement mask
covering very little.

He grabbed her wrist and swung her bodily into the air. The gold clad
girl squealed in pain as her body followed her cruelly twisted wrist,
a scream suddenly silenced as her face hit the road creating a spider
web of crack in the roads surface.

~Nice legs~ he thought as they went past his face and her sandals
pointed skyward.

"You should have kept firing always strike your opponent when they
are down". He smirked.

To prove his point he kicked her in the side sending her tumbling
away. Dazed and smarting the gold clad girl felt her twisted wrist
and realised the bracelet was gone. Flash bulbs went off; the press
were feet away getting close-ups. The darkelf slid the bracelet onto
his wrist he could not use it and did not need it but he hoped the
blasphemy offended her.

Cleopatra sat up, spitting out dust. Her gold lipstick was slightly
smeared, her hair dishevelled, and her Mask of Thoth almost turned
sideways. Not to mention the film of dust on her beautiful face.
Quickly, she smoothed down her hair and straightened her mask. As she
rose to her feet, she could feel slight pain in her side from the
savage kick Ward delivered to her.

Hell, her wrist still hurt from his physical assault. She was nearly
invulnerable... ~How powerful is this guy?!~ She thought, swallowing
the rising fear she was feeling. He was as strong as her...not to
mention fast! He seemed to even know magic! And now, he
displayed one of her Bracelets of Horus, an evident first strike in
their battle.

"Without your trinkets you are nothing. Do you think you can stop me
from stripping the rest from your pretty body?"
He wondered how good a shot she would be with her left hand he knew
he had reduced her rate of fire.

"By the gods that empower me...I can damn well try!" she declared
through clenched teeth, still nursing her tender wrist. Yep she could
think of many things to do to the dark elf...but first, she had to
clear the area of civilians.

"Hey you idiots! Scram!!" she screamed to the assorted news camera
people and reporters. Most of the people obeyed, while some drifted
around, trying to see what would happen next.

The Egyptian Empress did not give the stragglers much time to
retreat, before she put her next part of the plan in action. With
inhuman speed, she flew to one of the telephone poles. Wrapping her
slender arms around the large pole, she tugged with a tad bit with
her mighty strength. The pole easily uprooted from the ground, and
the heroine quickly snapped the cords that connected it.

With the pole in her arms, she flew forward to where her enemy stood.

"Taking my bracelet, huh?" she spat. "Well, this is what I do to
vermin like you!!"

Like a batter in the major leagues, the Golden Damsel easily swung
the colossal pole, ready to send Ward out of the park.
Literally.


<Will Cleopatra prevail against the savage Ward? Find out in the next
episode of WRATH OF WARD!>

Wrath of Ward
Episode Two: An Avatar's Tears? Cleopatra's Humbling Rape

`The half naked superheroine's elbow caught Ward just below his ribs
with the strength of a goddess. Her awkward position saved him from
the full force, but he was still knocked back and hurt enough to
release her arm.

He revelled in his anger. Now he was having fun. Reacting as always,
faster than the eye could see, he leapt back at her while she was
still turning to face him, blinking back her tears and thinking she
was back in the fight. Her scream of terror turned to a howl of
humiliated agony as his left hand struck between her labia with
fingers out straight. Her costume's crotch, her pantyhose, and gold
string bikini bottom entered her with his fingers. The first two
layers tore an inch or so inside her while the crotch of her bikini
slipped aside. With his fingers completely buried in her warm pussy
he clenched his thumb down hard on her clitoris and lifted her up
into the air till her thrashing legs were level with his head.

Through her agony Cleopatra still felt her sandal's straps being
loosened. "Nooo!" she wailed. The strap of her left sandal stuck to
her lovely ankle thanks to her sweat, but the right one uncoiled
immediately and the golden high heel hung from her elegant foot.
Cruelly he dropped her, letting the defeated superhero drop to the
road with a crunch. Her right sandal was knocked from her foot.
Before she could react to her new pains she was once again lifted
from the ground. This time he had her by the remains of her costume.
His left hand had entered thorough the right leg hole and pulled it
up bunching the golden fabric his fingers came out through the tear
in the centre of the costume. The torn crotch bit into her labia
cruelly. His other hand grabbed the loose material between her
shoulder blades. Like this he swung her body, sending her flying to
once again to crash painfully to the road surface, leaving the
darkelf holding her tattered leotard.

Her brown body was hurt all over. She lay for a moment unable to
move. She was exhausted and she now had just one sandal; she was at
half her fighting strength and she would heal at half her usual
speed. The cameras once again zeroed in on her laying spread-eagle
wearing only one half strapped sandal, 'nude' pantyhose with a torn
crotch, and gold string bikini bottom with the crotch wedged into her
pussy. Her blond pubes were visible about her scrunched up underwear
above the waist; all she had left was the golden collar.

Desperately trying to rise, she saw Ward drop her costume and stoop
to pick up her mask and her right sandal. The first item he strung as
a trophy about his neck while he sniffed deeply at he sole of her
sandal. She opened her eyes again. Fists bawled, she dashed forward
and jumped, her graceful legs propelling her like a missile. Arms
outstretched and with all of her remaining super strength, she
collided with Ward with the force of Re behind her...

The force of the blow sent the darkelf staggering back a couple of
paces but had not even winded the evil creature. He grabbed her by
the hair as he pulled his erect cock through his fly. He barely felt
her wild panicked punches. She screamed to her gods to save
her as he lifted her in both hands and plunged her helpless body onto
his member.

Her long legs thrashed rhythmically in the air throwing off her last
sandal, leaving her a powerless woman. She was suspended in the air,
her back bent backward, her upside down face looking towards the news
crews. She sobbed and wailed at the top of her lungs.
How had she ended up in such a humiliating position?

Ratings be damned! Every TV channel was showing the Egyptian Empress
being ravished. At her school boys who knew her were secretly batting
off through their pants as the girls watch the screen horrified. All
across the land, people watched as he held her
up by the tits, her pleas for mercy were clearly audible. Close ups
of her crotch being invaded showed it to be badly bruised.

Having pounded her pussy for a few minutes, he slid out and held her
once again by the hair forcing the exhausted sobbing wreck of a woman
to stand facing the camera as he pulled the golden bikini down to her
knees, tearing her pantyhose further. His first thrust up her ass
lifted her from the ground. She could not stop screaming. She thought
he was going to bugger her to death!

The pitiful wailing woman bounced up and down in front of the cameras
displaying her magnificent (if damaged) body to the world.

Ward dropped her again to the hard road. Her knees were grazed, her
pantyhose in tatters, and her underwear around her knees. She was
otherwise naked, save for her collar. Her usual golden blond hair was
in knots, covered in sweat. Crying, she knelt as he came on her face.
All over the universe, wherever animal species breed by sex,
pornography used 'the cum shot' and he did not want to disappoint his
audience.

"My gods..." Isis sobbed. Both her bruised pussy and ass stung from
Ward's vicious assault. Tears fell freely, mixing with the alien cum
covering her face and her wounded breasts. Her hair, once beautiful,
now was nothing more than a mess of sweat, blood, and cum.

She was very much a defeated soul.

Cameras snapped away, capturing her defeated image, and posting it
all over the news stations. She could hear the reporters rattling on
about her now non-existent secret identity.

Once he had covered her face and breasts with his alien seed, he
tossed down her leotard belt and mask to lie with her Enhancement
Sandals.

"Get dressed", he ordered, "and attach this to your collar". He threw
down a leather leash. Then the alien rapist stepped back so the
cameras could get both of them in shot.

She meekly obeyed Ward's commands, knowing it was useless to fight
now. He had not only humiliated her, but revealed her identity and
raped her, in front of the entire world! She was now no more than his
pet. Her will was now shattered.

Tearing the rest of her stockings, she used it as a rag to wipe off
the alien cum from her face. She stood up, grabbing the Belt of
Osiris and snapped it around her lean nude waist. She could feel the
power of rejuvenation flow, healing all the wounds sustained from her
battle...but never the wounds of her mind. Next, her bare feet slid
into her Sandals of Re...but even with her renewed strength, she
dared not attack.

Her Mask of Thoth was next. Her green eyes did not hide the pain as
she placed it over her face. She choked by more sobs. Finally, the
leather leash she attached to her collar.

She stood, her graceful body, glowing from her sweat, adorned with
her artifacts.

"Why not just kill me now, you heartless freak..." she whispered
quietly, now having nothing to live for...

Turning to one of the cameras, Ward announced:

""If any of you super powered pussy care for this whore then I advise
you to contact me before the day is out. Unless you fight me within
24 hours Cleopatra will die. Publicly and painfully. I will fight any
or all of you anywhere I am monitoring all of your communication
channels in my fortress. Don't wait till the last minute… I don't
think she wants to be left alone with me"."

MEANWHILE...

In a bar on the waterfront...

"Stupid bitch."

The bartender, hearing this comment, turned to the perpetrator, a
mysterious cloaked figure. There were two things that were bizarre
about this person :( 1). Something was glittering on her feet that he
could not make out. (2). this person had a female voice whose accent
was a mixture of British and Spanish.

"You're to talk." the bartender snapped. "Let's see if you can kick
that alien's ass."

"Please." the figure snorted. "That leather-clad jetsam will be
floating with the fishes when I'm finished with him."

"Right. And let me guess...you're from the Union, right? It's no
wonder none of her buddies have come to rescue her."

"Would you rescue someone who's such an arrogant prick like her? She
thinks just because some Egyptian gods gave her powers, she is so
floppin' invincible. Screw her. She can kiss my Atlantean ass for all
I'm concerned!"

With that, the figure pulled off the cloak, revealing a very
beautiful woman. Sea water was still glittering on her body, which
only enhanced her beauty. Her sea-green African braids draped over
her shoulders, as she leaned over the counter, seductively glancing
at the bartender with her blue eyes.

"But this guy drives an interesting challenge. So he's looking for
some super powered pussy, eh? I'm game. But I'm not going to be as
stupid as my teammate. Hand me the phone, will you?"

Having contacted one of the news vans at the scene of battle, the
Princess of the Depths gave Ward a message: "Tell that creep to wait
right there for a moment. Tell him that Neptuna, the Marine Maiden
will be there!!"

*********************************

Ward stretched his hand out towards his victim. The leash leapt to
his hand, dragging the bare assed superheroine with it. The powerful
magical leash worked only on those defeated in combat using her own
mind's power against her.

The Awesome Avatar tried to resist the powerful tug of the magical
leash. Now having her super strength back, she dug her feet into the
ground. But, even her strong legs were no match for Ward's magic
leash, and she was easily dragged to him. No amount of super power
could break its hold.

Only a very powerful telepath indeed could hope to free her.

As he grabbed her, the crowd of reporters stepped forward, responding
with flashes of the cameras. Ward kissed her, but she pressed her
pouty lips tightly together to resist him. More tears streaked down
her cheeks as his cold lips brushed hers.

Then as he was preparing to drag her back to his fortress away to
rape till the next challenge one of the news people called out
nervously, "Mr Ward, sir?".

An interview perhaps?

It had happened before. "Yes", he asked, flashing his most sadistic
smile.

"Uhh, I have a message asking if you would mind waiting here for a
moment. Neptuna, another of the Union is on her way."

Despite all of her grief, Cleopatra wanted to burst out laughing. Why
did it have to be her? Neptuna hated her guts. There was no way the
Marine Maiden was there to rescue her! But, she also bit her lip.
Hopefully, the Revenging Daughter would fare better against this
monster better than she did.

"Well then it seems the show continues. I hope she presents more of a
challenge than this bimbo." he held Cleopatra out in front of the
cameras. Shamefully, she bowed her head, feeling goose bumps rising
on her naked breasts and flesh. "I have not even needed to unsheathe
my sword yet. It seems we have some time to kill, so how about a
little entertainment?"

He held the end of the leash in the air where it stayed as if nailed
to an invisible post, holding Cleopatra where she was able to move no
more than a three foot circle. From his belt, he took a silver
cylinder that suddenly spat out a beam of light that flexed
impossibly. The superhero begged for pity as he swung what was
obviously a whip.

Ward showed no pity.

Her shrill cries of agony delighted his black soul and S&M freaks all
across the nation were glued to their televisions. The device left no
marks on her body, but the pain had her frothing from the mouth in
only four strokes. Ward hoped she did not faint before his next
opponent arrived.

"Please...by the gods, no...." from the first stroke, she pleaded,
but to no avail.

First stroke."Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she screamed in pain, trying to get
away but was not succeeding.

Second stroke."AGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!" the pain sliced through her body
like a hot knife through butter. She convoluted for a second before
stilling herself to beg. "Please...no more...I'm at your mercy..."

Third stroke."GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAA!!" Blinded by tears, she fell to
her knees, trying to crawl away.

Fourth strike…which hit her directly on her buttocks. Exhausted from
even crying out, she sobbed. Her body felt as if it was on fire, and
she could barely move without feeling pain. Such a terrible life lay
before her.

Maybe she did need Neptuna's assistance.

The Princess of the Depths took her time on her way to the fight. She
flew past a TV shop, and could not help but laugh as Cleopatra was
whipped by the evil Ward. So hilarious. She hoped he would be so
funny when she arrived.

First, she made a stop at the beach, gaining help from "friends" who
owed her favours. Then, she retrieved her fighting gloves, a pair of
fingerless gloves filled with various poisonous spikes such as that
of the lionfish and the sea urchin. This was one of her secret
weapons.

Quickly, she slipped on the gloves, and took off towards the battle
site. As she drew near, she could see the Egyptian Empress in pain,
and Ward standing over her.

"Hey, hotshot!!" she cried, hovering over the crowd, facing him with
steely blue eyes. "You wanted a real challenge? Well, she's here. I'm
Neptuna, the Revenging Daughter, scion of Proteus. Please to meet
your acquaintance...and to kick your ass off of my planet."


<It seems that a girl gifted by the gods was no match for our elfin
evil. Can the Princess of Atlantis hope to even match a being who
defeated the Golden Damsel's superior strength...and broke her with
ease? Find out in the next episode, "Rising From the Waves! The
Seductive Sea Siren, Neptuna!" You don't want to miss it!">

Very interesting! Extremely... stimulating!

The reminds me of the television character Isis, played by Joanna Cameron.

Characters Name: Cleopatra
Secret Alias: Isis Isetnofret
Status: Unionnaire, First Class

Also known as: The Golden Damsel, Awesome Avatar,

Likes: Researching myths, exercise, and cats

Dislikes:Dogs, Mind control, and stupid villains

Sexual perference: Lesbian/slightly inclined to bisexual tendancies

Darkest Desire: To be forced to have passionate sex with another superheroine.

Costume: Cleopatra is about 5'4, and 5'7 in her sandals. She is of mixed Egyptian/ European heritage, hence her dark skin and straight dark blonde hair, which is styled in the pageboy cut(adorned with golden beads).

She has a graceful athletic body, which is the result of her strenuous daily workout.
She wears a golden "domino" mask, The Mask of Thoth, which only covers the area of her eyes. She wears a golden chocker around her neck,with a silver Union symbol(a star encircled by a ring).

The rest of her costume consists of a gold leotard(with the silver Union symbol insignia on her chest), trimmed with white; a stylish white belt, adorned with a golden sunburst in the center, which is The Belt of Osiris; Golden bracelets on both of her forearms, which are the Bracelets of Horus; Sheer nude pantyhose, and finally The Sandals of Re, 3' inch golden sandals, with glowing transparent platforms.

She also wears gold eye shadow, and matching fingernails and toenails.

Powers:Cleopatra draws her powers from her various artifacts as well as her Enhancement Sandals(Sandals of Re).

Her artifacts give her the following powers:

*The Mask of Thoth: Wisdom and Super Senses

*Belt of Osiris: Invulnerability

*Bracelets of Horus:Energy blasts

*Sandals of Re/Enhancement Sandals: Super Strength, Super Healing, and Flight


History: Isis was a second year college student of ancient civilization, who accompanied her professor
on an expedition in the deserts of Egypt. While there, she encountered the disembodied spirit
of Re, who was the last remaining Egyptian god. The being was searching for a young female who
would carry on the defense of the planet against evil foes. Isis was in the right place at the right
time to receive the four talismans that would transform her into a fighter for justice.
After that, Re faded into cosmic oblivion…but he would often come as a voice and counsel
the young heroine from time to time when she needed it. Soon, Isis, as Cleopatra,
embarked on a nightly crime-fighting crusade eradicating the flotsam and jetsam of society,
while maintaining her studies as a student at the university.

However, this crusade would come to a very abrupt end, when on one nightly patrol, Cleopatra
made an amaturish mistake and was gang-raped by a sadistic biker gang. The superheroine was
so scarred by her encounter that she dropped out of school and locked herself in her apartment,
frightened to even open the door to venture past her front porch. However, she was lured from
her apartment by the painful telepathic cries of the Venusian Vixen, who had telepathically
summoned her, as well as the other original four members of the Union, to rescue her from the
clutches of Bacchus. Extremely fearful, Cleopatra rushed into action...only to find comfort in
the companionship of newfound friends who shared a little of the same experiences. After the
rescue of Jazmon, and the defeat of Bacchus, the quintet decided to stay together as a team
known as The Union. While Isis got along fine with most of her teammates, she developed a strong rivalry
with Neptuna, the Ocean Beauty, who detested Isis's lesbian tendencies as well as the fact that
the Golden Damsel was the strongest Unionnaire.

Signature Move: Babe Ruth

Characters Name: Neptuna
Secret Alias: Princess Oceana
Status: Unionnaire, First Class

Also known as: The Princess of the Depths, Marine Maiden, Revenging Daughter

Likes: Clean environments, being alone, warrior training

Dislikes: Being dominated and a sex slave and pollution

Sexual preference: Heterosexual

Darkest Desire: To find a villain that will defeat her in combat, and subjugate her to sexual slavery.

Costume: Neptuna is a beautiful woman, with the body of a 16-year old. Her body has the "swimmer's" form, and is much toned and only slightly muscular. She has long, sea green hair that is twisted into African braids, and held into a high ponytail by a silver hair ornament (think of Namorita in the early issues of New Warriors).

She wears a turquoise colored bikini-styled halter-top, which has a glowing silver Union symbol (a silver star encircled by a gold ring) across her breasts.

She also wears turquoise colored hot pants, with no pantyhose. Lastly, she wears the Enhancement Sandals on her feet, glittering silver and diamond-encrusted platform sandals. Oh, and she has diamond studs in both of her ears.

Powers:
*Superstrength

* Flight

*Able to communicate and control sea creatures

* Able to breath underwater

* Project electricity


History: Princess Oceana, the second-in-line for the throne of ruler of the underwater Atlantean Nations, was a stark environmentalist. So devoted to her cause she was that the young royal attacked various seafaring vessels, which often carried cargo such as fish or whale oil.

Her father, after discovering his daughter's misdeeds, was furious, and forbade her to venture to the surface without permission. However, the mischievous young warrior disobeyed and went on a raid on a poacher’s vessel anyway.

It would prove to be her undoing. Captured by the poachers, the girl was imprisoned on their boat, beaten and raped repeatedly over the next couple of days. After the poachers tired of her, they dumped the near-dead girl back into the sea. As she sunk beneath the waves, Oceana's weary eyes found Silver Enhancement Sandals floating near her battered body. It took all of her strength to put them on...and once she did, her body was filled with enormous power.

Such power that the young woman flew from the waves and savagely attacked the poachers, permanently crippling many of them. With the power of the Sandals at her command, the woman, dubbed Neptuna by the media, began to up her war on "environment ruiners" by attacking fishing boats, seal hunters, and whale hunters. These attacks were violent...and many of the victims were permanently affected in the process.

These attacks drew the attention of Cleopatra...then the world's most public heroine. The Golden Damsel pursued and battled Neptuna in several spectacular battles across the globe. However, the adversaries became distracted in their campaign when Jazmon summoned them mentally to rescue her from Bacchus.

Since then, reluctantly, the two became teammates in the Union...although Neptuna still hangs on to her adversarial relationship with Cleopatra...not to mention her hatred of lesbianism.

Signature Move: Electric Eel

Wrath of Ward:
Created By The Unknown Fan And Pomy Smith
Episode Three: Rising From The Waves! The Seductive Sea Siren, Neptuna!

He had had to slow his pace at whipping the squealing Egyptian's
bronze flesh for fear the wimp would faint and deprive him of his
entertainment. The superheroine was too exhausted to even struggle.
The pain was deafening, even though she had no evidence of the whip
biting into her soft flesh. The rest had let him build his mana to
full charge for his next encounter.

He had only hit Isis five more times when he heard the challenge from
behind.

"Hey, hotshot!!" she cried, hovering over the crowd, facing him with
steely blue eyes. "You wanted a real challenge? Well, she's here. I'm
Neptuna, the Revenging Daughter, scion of Proteus. Please to meet
your acquaintance...and to kick your ass off of my planet."

Cleopatra looked away from her teammate, to ashamed to look on at the
battle. ~Why does he torture me so? ~ She thought to herself.

His sensitive elvan nose detected the smell of the sea whatever she
was his next opponent was definitely a marine creature, different
from the surface dweller sobbing at his feet.

As she hovered, the Marine Maiden analysed her enemy from head to
toe. He was obviously elvan, and powerful, able to hand even the
mighty Cleopatra her blond head. Even though she was super strong,
she was no where near the level of the Golden Damsel. But, at the
same time, Cleo was not a warrior like her, but some dumb schoolgirl
with superpowers.

Ward turned to face her and slapped his forehead in surprise. "A
girl? A girl faces me?" He looked into her eyes and recognised a look
he had seen (and usually been responsible for) a billion times. "Are
you so desperate to be raped again? Did you not learn your lesson the
last time you stood up to men you could not defend yourself against?
Or did you enjoy having your little cunt pounded?"

~How-? ~Neptuna gave him a questionable look. How could he know
about...that?! At once, memories of her horrific experience raced
through her mind. She could feel the penis of one of the men being
shoved forcefully into her cunt, as she was held down. The
humiliation!

How dare him!

That was her most fearful nightmare... "Surely you do not believe you
could pose a 'real challenge' to this hotshot" and he held his open
palm at her and blasted her with one of his minor spells, one he knew
would harm any sea maiden.

His audience had already seen him use this spell on the policewoman
he had hold of. But as a ranged attack the flames were rarely fatal
(Unless his opponent was carrying a can of petrol). The air around
the pretty girl boiled the moisture from her skin. Only the fact that
it was always soaked in seawater prevented her hair from catching
alight, but the ends sizzled and blackened.

"Holy Shitfish!!" the Princess of the Depths exclaimed, as the spell
took effect. The supernatural heat singed her body, drawing out the
moisture. At once, she felt herself weaken, and she quickly landed on
her twinkling feet. However, being a hardened warrior, she hid her
weakness well, drawing herself up to her full height, and posing
proudly. "For a warrior, you sure fight dirty." she sniffed,
brushing a strand of her sea-green braided hair. "But lucky for you,
I'm a much nicer player."

"Fool! I shall put you over my knee and spank you in front of the
cameras"

"Excuse me?" Neptuna laughed. "Do you think I, a sea-born princess,
will let you touch me? Are you crazy?"

Suddenly, she flung out a cloud of super hard starfish, so deadly
that they could penetrate steel, towards the villain.

"Dodge that, you sea-barnacle." she smirked. Turning to one of the
cameras, she said, "Do you surface-dwellers want to see a real
kicking of ass? Just follow me to the harbor. Oh, and of course, Mr.
I-Shoot-Flame-Spells-From-Long-Range can join me...if he isn't a
chickenfish."

Propelling her sexy frame into the air, the Ocean Beauty slowly flew
towards the harbor, hoping that Ward would follow her...if he could
survive her lethal starfish throwing stars.

The Darkelf motioned with his hands and the blue force shield
crackled as starfish bounced off it. Ward glanced at the starfish
hitting the ground around him and cutting deep into the
road, "Nasty", he muttered.

He watched the sea princess fly into the air and cast a quick spell
to help him breath underwater.

The leash on Cleopatra's gold collar leapt into Wards outstretched
hand choking the tired superhero as it dragged her along. "We are
going to the sea side." he told her. The villain launched himself
into the air dragging his slave behind. The sky had about a dozen
news helicopters circling and camera crews stood ready on the beach.

The collar around the Egyptian Empress's lean neck was working
against her as she was dragged forcefully with it. She was with her
captor in the air, her golden sandaled feet kicking for all she was
worth. However, the combined pain from being fucked and the whipping
was really doing a number on her bronze body. Her Sandals was working
overtime to soothe the pain, but not the mental pain.

As they reach the beach, Ward, Kissing his slave, said, "I want you
to wait on the beach while I slap the life out of your teammate".
Then he uttered a command word for the leash and it dragged her down
to the sand where it would keep her bound to the spot as Ward chased
after his new prey.

She glanced away as he kissed her tender lips, so bitter was she at
her captor. Suddenly, she was dragged to a spot on the beach. Like a
dog, she could not stray far from the place. Not that she wanted to
anyway. She sat down cross-legged, the sands of the beach biting into
her bare ass like a thousand mosquitoes. A warm breeze wafted pass
her clit, reminding her or her nudeness. However, she did not care
anymore. Her life as a superheroine was over...hell, her life as
college student Isis Isenofret was over.

Only a slave life with Ward remained.

*********************


Neptuna waited patiently, arms crossed, hovering, as the elvan
villain took care of Cleopatra. Camera crews and reporters pulled up
to the scene of the battle, and poured out of their vehicles.

Like visions of mermaids of the past, the Ocean Beauty was indeed
magnificent. Her sea-green hair draped over her shoulders as she
released it from her ponytail, slightly singed, but still beautiful.
Her piercing blue eyes stared unwavering at her enemy as he came
towards her.

Her well-developed breasts shaped her turquoise top, her hardened
nipples accenting the silver Union symbol on the top. Her tanned firm
stomach pulsated up and down as she prepared her mind and body for
the fight. Her lean, muscular legs tensed, while she nonchantly
flexed her pretty feet encased in her silver platform Enhancement
Sandals, which glowed with an unearthly radiance.

She smirked at the downtrodden Egyptian heroine. What an idiot. A
warrior she was not.

~Not like me~ she smiled to herself.

As Ward advanced, the Marine Maiden did not even wait for him to draw
near. At once, she flew towards him with top speed, surprising him
with two powerful right hooks, potent enough to shatter stone.
The force of the blow stunned the darkelf then another drove him back
before he could retaliate. How could she be hurting him so bad? He
realised then that her blows were poisoned, a permanent spell effect
counteracted the poisons but before being neutralised
the poison stung painfully. ~There must be some very deadly creatures
in these oceans~, he thought distracted by the pain

Unlike her teammate, she was all business. There was no way she would
let Ward get the better of her! She continued her punching assault,
not letting up for a second...driving Ward back.

She blocked his punches. He was becoming clumsy from his pain. His
rage brought him back around. He spun once too fast for Neptuna to
react to this sudden change of tactic. His boot crashed into her
side, driving the wind from the ferocious warrior. From the look on
her face, she had underestimated his strength. But then he was only
just getting the measure of hers.

She was recovering faster than he had anticipated. The darkelf had
only just managed to commence a mantra in the back of his mind that
would keep the pain of the poisons from bothering him… and the sea-
maiden had recovered from his blow.

Ward did not want to blast Neptuna. This one he was going to pummel
bare fist (or with sword but only if she drew a weapon herself).
Drawing strength from the dark energies of the universe, he threw a
punch with roughly enough force to split a small mountain down the
middle. She was probably ready to block the blow, but he doubted if
that would make much difference.

MEANWHILE ON THE BEACH...

"Excuse me? Miss Cleopatra? This may be our last chance to ask you a
few questions."

The naked woman turned to see a small group of journalists who
immediately started firing questions at her.

The nude Awesome Avatar wrapped her slender arms around her body,
hiding it from the nosy news cameras.

"Please. I just want some peace..." she said at first, but the
reporters would not stop pestering her.

So, she gave in. She stood up, once again revealing her body to the
world. Cameras flashed at this vision of beauty and bondage. The
sweat from both the heat and her eventful day caused her skin to
glisten and cast a golden sheen on her brown skin. The combination of
leash and collar held her in place, but she still kept some of her
dignity.

"What was it like to be raped by an alien monster?",

"Weird..." she said, half-crying, half-laughing."But I wonder what
the baby will look like..."

She earned a few chuckles from the crowd of reporters. Even the
Egyptian Empress herself smirked a little through her sadness.

"Were you a virgin?" Someone asked from the back.

"By Re's Wings..." she murmured."That is personal. Next."

"Do you think Neptuna will be able to rescue you?

"No." she said simply. "I thought I could defeat the beast, but I was
wrong, was I?" She kept the rest of her opinions to herself, mainly
the one where she hoped Neptuna would get raped worst.

"Will you go back to crime fighting if she does?"

"Maybe..." she said quietly. "If the world ever forgives me. And if
the gods I serve...ever forgive me."

"Do we still call you Cleopatra or is it slave girl Isis now?"

Cleopatra glanced into one of the cameras, and slowly pulled off her
Mask. She was still beautiful. Her green eyes bore a hole into the
cameras as she said, "My name is Isis Isenofret..."

"What sort of example do you think you are setting for young women by
dressing up in a skimpy gold outfit and confronting an obvious sex
criminal? Don't you think you were asking for it?"

"Which was your favourite position to get raped in and which was the
worst?"

"Where are the rest of your friends?"

"Do you think they will respond to Wards challenge or hide at home?"

"How do you feel about your new career as a sex slave?"

"Do you think you will make a good slave"

The nude superheroine could not take it anymore. She gritted her
teeth in annoyance at the questions.

"Please-leave-me-ALONE!!" she growled, stamping one sandaled foot in
anger. Her super strength sent a massive shockwave over the beach,
sending reporters to fall to their feet and on their backs with ease.

"Humph!" she sniffed, sitting back down in the sand, and watching the
battle unfold.


<Now that we have a few questions answered from the..."ahem" unmasked
Cleopatra, the biggest question is...will she remain a slave of the
Darkelf? And Neptuna seems to be matching Ward boneshattering blow by
boneshattering blow...but for how long? Will she be able to keep her
tender cunt above water, pardon the pun...or will Ward nail her
beautiful pussy? Find out in the next episode: Neptuna's Ace In The
Hole? Guess Who's Coming to Dinner!>

The Wrath of Ward
Created by The Unknown Fan & Pomy Smith
Episode Four: Neptuna's Ace In The Hole? Guess Who Is Coming To Dinner!


Ward's powerful blow connected directly into Neptuna's chest. Jagged
bolts of pain zigzagged through her body, as her vision blurred
temporarily. She nearly fell into the ocean, but caught herself just
in time. She flew back for a moment, catching her
breath as she nursed her bruised side.

She stared at Ward, noticing a semblance of a smirk on his elvan
face. So, he thought it was almost over? Well, it was just beginning.

Slowly, she straightened back up into her hero pose, arms crossed,
hovering casually, hiding all visual cues of her pain. She gave him a
curt nod, acknowledging how impressed she was with his skill. She had
to admit, he was one hell of a fighter.

Sadly, she had to break his spine. There was no way he was going to
rape and humiliate her like Cleo.

"Hey you..." she grinned. "Do you want to savour this?" Delicately,
she pulled down her top, displaying one of her delightfully shaped
breasts, accented with a harden nipple. She licked it seductively
with her long tongue.

As the villain's attention was on Neptuna, he failed to sense a giant
tentacle rising from the water. Or it seemed like it, as the tentacle
wrapped around the dangerous elf's waist, and forcefully pulled him
into the ocean.

The Ocean Beauty followed, saying, "Too bad. Oh, did I forget to
introduce you two? Okay, Mr. Ward, this is Kraken...a very big
octopus with a ferocious temper. And Kraken...this is dinner."
Ward was amazed at the sea monster. It was definitely one of the
largest sea creatures in the universe. Its grip was phenomenal. As a
reflex action he caused his body to crackle with painful energy.

Usually any creature would let go, but this behemoth would crush him
before it even noticed the increasing pain. As his face grew tense,
he saw his prey smiling at his discomfort, thinking he was being
crushed.

He had little time left before the beast's strength won over his… but
now his strain was from telekinetic exertion.

On the ocean floor a jagged bolder shook, then like a torpedo it sped
upward, striking the Kraken in the middle of its body/head.

The beast noticed this one. Reflexively it let go the darkelf, who
quickly fished one of three gemstones from his pocket and through it
cast a spell he usually reserved for taking on whole armies.

The energy wave struck the beast square on, causing it to thrash in
agony. One of the massive tentacles hit Ward, sending him flying
beachward where he hit a metal lamp post. He fell groaning to the
ground, as the snapped post clanged heavily onto a news van.

He reached out with his mind into the sea. The creature was alive but
badly hurt.

Ward picked up the lamp post, holding it like a lance. When he
noticed he was feeling its weight, he realised how badly the creature
had winded him. Moving like a dark blur he charged into the sea
uttering incantations that caused the metal to spark vividly
electrocuting any fish that came too near. The Kraken's tentacles
could not halt the momentum of his charge and the pole pierced two of
them before driving into it's already badly bleeding body, sending
arcs of energy into its organs.
The sea monster died.

He was panting from the exertion and had used up two high-level
spells. It seemed some Earth creatures could put up a fight; he was
having the time of his life. As he turned, trying to find Neptuna, he
wondered what other surprises she had in store and how many krakens
he could take on at once if there were indeed any more of the beasts.

The Marine Maiden crackled with glee as her marine ally Kraken
assaulted the evil Ward. Giggling like a schoolgirl in heat, she
floated over the surface of the water, watching the battle only as a
spectator.

"You air-sucking bastard!!" she screamed as the Kraken met an
unfortunate death. Her piercing blue eyes flashed with fury as she
saw her enemy float triumphant, displaying only slight bruises.

Then, she regained her composure. "Y'know, my pop's going to have a
sea cow when he finds out the royal pet is...missing."

Pulsing her pretty lips together, she whistled a high-pitched tune. A
waterspout shot up from the sea behind her, spraying her body with a
glittering mist.

"Hey, you seahorse spawn..." she cajoled. "Guess you haven't been on
Earth long enough to hear this tale by this dead guy named Melville.
Well, it's really the tale about this giant whale..."

Suddenly, a giant white whale leaped out the ocean, mouth wide open.
With one gulp, it swallowed the elvan warrior and splashed back into
the water.

"So long, Jonah." she chuckled.

The waters calmed and to everyone watching, it may have seemed the
whale had successfully devoured the alien rapist. Neptuna could feel
the whale's pain, though she knew something was wrong moments before
Ward rocketed out of the water… dragging the enormous white whale by
the tail.

The wound where Ward blasted his way out of the beast's belly was
bleeding badly, but her friend would survive.

Ward spun the whale's huge body around in an arc and before Neptuna
could get out of the way the ocean princess copped the biggest slap
in the face with a wet fish in the history of the world. She spun
wildly through the air to land, skidding on her tits in the
sand.

"Just like your Baby Ruth", he quipped.

Neptuna sprang to her feet and turned to face her enemy just in time
to see the sole of his boot come down on the side of her face. A
punch to her pussy and she doubled up to receive a knee in the face.
Then as she had done to him before he punched her face savagely. Blow
after blow with no chance to recover her wits, she staggered backward
till he finished off his attack with a round house kick to her
breast, knocking her down and dislodging her top.

She landed on her back not too far from Cleopatra and the press.

Neptuna's face was badly bruised and so was the breast hanging out
under her top.

Ward stood above her feet, he spat on her, "Strip and kneel girl, it
is time to get raped".

The world was a blinding flash of color...until her blue eyes began
to focus again. She could see Ward sneering over her, demanding for
her to strip and prepare to be raped. The bruises on her face and
body ached liked hell, and she could taste the warm purple blood as
it trickled down the side of her busted lip. The bastard spitting on
her did not make her feel any better.

Shaking, she rose to her feet. Her head swimmed a bit, but she
regained it. Her Sandals worked to repair the bruises and cuts, but
it would take a while before she was 100%. She could feel her bruised
breast poking from her top, and quickly shoved it in.

"You won't lay a hand on me, you piece of whaleshit." she said
through clenched teeth. Her eyes fell on Moby, the wounded white
whale, and a fury rose in her body. It made her forget the aches of
her body or her slight humiliation of the fight. She bawled her fists
so hard, the nails dugged into the skin.

With surprising speed, she gave Ward a mighty wallop and connected
with a roundhouse, weaken a little from her aches. But she was not
finished. There was one attack she could do...but it was very risky.
She had no choice. She had clearly underestimated him, and she had to
take this chance.

"Come here, sugar!" she declared, wrapping her arms around his neck
in an embrace. Her crotch brushed against his leather pants as she
quickly summoned all the mental concentration at her command.

"Hold still." she whispered. "ELECTRIC EEL!"

Suddenly, her body began to glow with a faint blue glow. With one
brilliant flash, several trillion bolts of electricity channelled
from her lithe body into his...

Meanwhile, Cleopatra could only watch the proceeding with horror.
Even Neptuna's undersea allies were no match for her new master.

Fearing the worst, she continued to watch.

The darkelf cried out in pain but reflexively responded in kind. The
two combatants wailed together in agony as arcs of energy crackled
about them. They clutched at each other, staring into each other's
eyes, watching for any sign that the other was wearing down. Both
gritted their teeth and endured the agony.

"Grrr!!" Neptuna growled as her powerful electrical attack was
reflected back on her. She looked into her enemy's eyes, daring not
to show pain or mercy. ~By Triton's Bones! ~ She mentally exclaimed.
~How was he able to...~

Then an attack the sea princess did not expect. It was bad enough
that as soon as their electric embrace had started Ward had slipped a
hand down her pants to squeeze her ass cheeks. But now his dick was
out and pressed up against her. Swiftly and brutally, he thrust
forward, ripping through her hot pants and nailing her cunt in one
cruel blow.

The energy discharging into her soft vaginal walls and arcing up into
her womb sent the proud warrior into spasms, trashing about in agony,
her feet kicking wildly in the air. Ward groaned in delight.
This was his idea of a good time.

"Noo..." she whispered a moan of pleasure as the shaft entered her
pussy. Her head fell back, her blue eyes rolling in ecstasy. She
relaxed her embrace, giving herself to the sexual moment. Suddenly,
electricity was discharged in her cunt!

Now squealing insanely, Neptuna did not let up her attack. But her
energy bolts were weakening as her mind grew numb and her spirit
faltered. Even as her power was overwhelmed, she punched (her blows
still hurt!) and cursed him. Ward laughed as she had just split his
lip. "I've got live one here! What a wild ride you turned out to be!"

"Please stop it!!" Cleopatra yelled, begging Ward. "She'll submit!
Just leave her alive...!"

She tried to tug on her slave collar, but it was useless.

He held Neptuna by the breasts, pulling her up and down on his shaft,
power arcing from his hands and dick. Still she fought him. "It is
not too late to surrender, strip for me and allow me to fuck you up
the ass here in public and the agony will cease..."

"NGGGG!" she cried, as each thrust of Ward's dick inside her was very
painful. She continued fighting, though her blows were weakening by
the minute.

Finally, she pulled out her knife from the hidden compartment in her
torn hot pants and pressed the tip against Ward's neck.

"The answer...is no...you twisted freak..." she gasped, before
collapsing on his shoulder from exhaustion.

Ward held Neptuna's wrist. Her attack had been slow and clumsy. The
sea princess was obviously almost finished, but he did not want her
to slip into unconsciousness just yet. He had made this woman a
promise.

He lifted her lovely limp body off his penis and held her by twisting
her right arm behind her back. She dropped her knife to the sand.
Ward got down on one knee and laid the tired superhero over his other
knee with her ass in the air.

He tore her hotpants further so her cheeks were exposed to the
cameras; he liked the way they looked all torn up hiding nothing. All
she could do was moan quietly.

Then his palm came down on her ass with enough power to stop a train.
Suddenly she was awake and screaming. Each blow was harder than the
last, turning her ass red. She kicked and thrashed but he held her
firmly.

She could not escape her public spanking.

Cleopatra's constant pleas that he showed mercy stopped with a gasp
as the collar dragged her down to the sand, dragging her face under
his crotch.

"Now shut up and make yourself useful whore", he ordered and forced
his cock down her throat. He was soon ready to cum, but held back for
now.

Neptuna's ass was purple. She had no breath left for screaming or
strength to struggle, only a pitiful whine could be heard between the
thunderous sound barrier breaking spanks. He let go of her arm and
grabbed her hair, lifting her head so her audience could see her
drooling and whimpering.

She took 43 strokes before fainting from the pain. Ward laid her onto
her back on the sand and tore her top so her tits stuck out where the
Union symbol once declared her as a warrior.

The villain came onto her breasts, saving one spurt for her face,
hitting the unconscious woman's lips (He had a lot of practice at
this)

"Pick up the fish girl", he ordered Cleopatra. To the camera's he
said, "If any other supersluts think they can face, me all you have
to do is contact the media, I'll be watching. One can never have too
much forced sex", he turned back to his victims, "If you want to say
goodbye to your family and friends or just to beg someone to help
you, do it now because neither of you are ever coming back"

He took up the end of Cleopatra's collar and prepared to drag them
back to his fortress. Cleopatra sobbed, spitting from the unbearable
sexual act she had just performed. She looked into the crowd that had
witnessed her humiliation, and found no sympathetic face. All were
salivating at her nude body and her situation. She wanted to cry out
to one of the cameras for Jazmon, but resisted. She still had the
dignity and most of her powers. He could not hold them forever...she
would find someway to escape...to beat this creature...to humiliate
him!!

She reluctantly obeyed his order, reaching down to grab her
unconscious teammate. She tore off the rest of Neptuna's hotpants,
using it as a rag to clean off the cum from her breasts. Neptuna's
wet pussy, with the small tuft of sea-green hair, was now free for
the world to see. So were her buttocks, displaying a ruby-red
handprint from her public whipping.

~Why did Neptuna pass out? ~ The Awesome Avatar asked herself. ~Was
it from the pain...or from the humiliation? ~

She felt the tug on her slave collar, and quickly hefted the downed
Ocean Beauty on her shoulder. Right then and there, she knew her fate.

She followed her newfound master.


<For you viewers who had money on the hot Ocean chick
winning...give 'em up now. With two "supersluts" down, is there
anyone to challenge Ward? Leave it to a very old "acquantiance" of
the Darkelf to stop the festivities...or will she? Next Episode: A
Slave Challenges Her Master!The Venusian Vixen Enters The Battle!
Don't Miss it!>

Wrath of Ward
Episode Five: A Slave Challenges Her Master! The Vixen Enters The Battle!

Sadly, even her dreams, she could not escape from the situation...

Her pale eyes snapped open just in time to meet the demonic gaze of
Ward. She was somehow trapped in an magical spell of paralysis, one
that prevented her from moving. Somehow, even her vast mental powers
could not break through it! She was helpless, sprawled out magically
in mid-air, her body completely nude except for her short skirt and
her Sandals. Her gray muscular breasts jumped up and down as she
tried to free herself, but to no avail.

"Don't...Please let me go!!" she screamed in horror. But her master
was not listening. Suddenly, she felt something entering her cunt...

The Vixen awoke with a start, pushing away her sweaty ivory hair
from her face. A beeping had awoke her from her nightmare, signaling
her ship's return to Earth. She shivered in spite of herself. The
being she was about to face was terrible indeed.

She glanced out of the porthole in her room. The view of Earth was
spectacular from this point. But, this was no time to enjoy this
wonder of sight. Two of her teammates were in trouble, and it was
all her fault.

It was up to her to fight Ward. It was up to her to defeat him
forever.

Quickly, she leaped out of bed and slipped on her Sandals. Once
again, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Fear was rising like a
tsunami in side of her, but she swallowed it, thinking about her
friends. She crossed her lean muscular legs in Lotus Pose, and
reached out with her mind towards the battlesite.

She drew back. Such strong emotions of defeat came from her two
comrades. So powerful. She could talk to them now, but decided to
wait until later. Her main objective was Ward...her former master.

On Earth, her nude astral form materialized before the powerful elf.
It took most of her concentration to keep her fear in check, but she
suceeded...barely.

Dragging his prizes behind him, the darkelf was headed towards the
mountains, enjoying the sound of Cleopatra struggling to breath as
he flew slightly faster than she could keep up, choking her with her
collar.

Suddenly before him an astral projection appeared. It was a naked
woman with grey skin. His dick hardened at the sight of her muscular
frame and silver eyes. He remembered this platinum blond very well
and was glad to see her scars had not left her.

~WARD!!~ she spoke directly in his mind. ~Is it I that you have come
to this planet for? Is it Jazmon, Venusian warrior, and the only
woman to ever escape your grasp? Yes...it is me, Ward. I've come to
challenge you to a battle...a battle that will end your reign of
terror! So prepare yourself, you malicious monster, for a final
assault!!~

She was surprised at her own boldness. To have the courage to face
the very man who had tormented her for so long was indeed a shock
for her. She submissed the chill running up her spine and waited for
an answer from her greatest enemy.

~foolish girl~, he answered in kind,~you would sacrifice your feedom
for these weak Terran sluts or do you seek revenge for the rape and
the murder of your once proud race?~ he goaded her, wanting her to
not back down,~You can not hope to defeat me. Come to your doom. I
look forward to fucking you again and again.~

"We will let Fate decide that!" the Mental Mistress retorted. But,
deep down inside, her triumphant feeling was hollow. She nearly
started crying, her brillant mind flooding with images from her
violent and submissive past. Ward was the shadow that invaded her
very dreams. He was the dark shroud over her life.
This was the time to end it all.

Even...even if she had to go down fighting, this was it. She could
not stand by and watch as her friends suffered as she did. As if on
cue, her long healed scars began to ache with pain, a remembrance of
the torture the darkelf inflicted on her.

Ward had not expected to meet the Venusian again on Earth. True, he
had dwelt in this part of space hoping to find the escaped slave,
but had not searched. His day was getting better and better. He flew
through the projection hopping she could feel his dark soul as it
contacted her astral body.

The Grey One cried out, feeling an unnatural cold shift through her
muscular body. On Earth, her astral image rippled and vanished into
ether. Feeling powerless for her and her teammates, Jazmon fell to
her knees with her ivory-haired head bowed. What was she to do?
Would she yet be a match for her old master? Could she even consider
taking him? These questions whirled through her head like a
hurricane, blowing doubts everywhere.

But then, she thought about her friends. How they would be violated
even worse. She fingered the thick scars on her body with one ivory
fingernail.

She knew what to do.

A little telekinesis, and she had her uniform. Her purple blouse,
displaying the Union symbol proudly, stretched over her great round
breasts as she slipped it on along with the thong and pleated
microskirt over her toned lean legs. Her ever-present anklet gleamed
as she made her way to the bridge of the ship. The tall clear heels
of her Enhancement Sandals echoed when she stepped on the metallic
floor of the command center of the ship.

Rallying more courage, she flipped her long ivory hair over her
shoulders and said to the ship's computer, "Saturday...take me to
Ward. Now."

A beeping response was heard as Saturday obeyed her orders.

Meanwhile...

The two other superheroines found themselves in the lion's den with
the lion hosting himself. The naked Cleopatra, worn out mentally
from the combined stress of being forcefully dragged by her new
master and carrying her KOed teammate Neptuna, stumbled into the
main chamber after Ward and gasped. Her green eyes widened at the
two beautiful winged women hanging in the chamber like living
trophies, their very eyes broadcasting the terror.

Ward smiled at the shocked look on the Golden Damsel's face when she
saw his wall decorations. Two female Cerephoids were nailed to the
wall with metal spikes through their wings. They hung limply in
despair with pain in their eyes; these immortal creatures had hung
there for centuries, helplessly watching his crimes.

"Re help me..." she swore in horror. She wanted to rescue them,
wanted to comfort them. But, even her god-derived powers was no
match for the elf who owned her soul now

Cleopatra collapsed to the floor laying down Neptuna as gently as
she could. The Marine Maiden was sound asleep. Her shapely breasts,
the nipples pointed, hefted and fell as she inhaled gently.

Cleopatra could not help but chuckle slightly;Leave it to Neptuna to
get a sexual arousal out of losing a battle to a stronger opponent.
She resisted playing with Neptuna's exposed tits, and found her
attention drawn to her captor.

She looked towards her new master nervously as he took a small cage
from a wooden cabinet. In the cage, a fairy with butterfly wings
begged for mercy as he took her from within and beheld her beautiful
2 inch body. Desperately the fairy struggled as he put her in his
mouth. Cleopatra felt ill as the darkelf chewed the screaming fairy,
swallowing it's mangled body.

Ward felt his powers renew as he ingested the powerfull magic of the
innocent creature.

"Oh!" The Awesome Avatar turned away, sickened by the sight and the
bloodcurtling cries of the dying fairy.

His house slaves, 12 Ridorian soldiers(tall muscular women in combat
greens) entered and knelt before their master. He pointed at
Neptuna,"Take this one to the sauna and lock her in. Two of you stay
in there with her, if she wakes up rape her. Oh and try not to let
her sweat to death... yet"

"Neptuna..."the nude Golden Damsel murmered, watching as the women
surrounded her teammate to take her away. Just before they picked
her uncouncious body up, she rushed forward, knelt down, and kissed
Neptuna fully on the mouth. It was a long, passionate kiss, one that
was not so one-sided, as the Ocean Beauty subconiously joined
in.Cleopatra raked her hand through Neptuna's hair, feeling sexual
passion rising inside her. But, just as she was getting into the
mood, Ward snatched her away from her teammate.

He grabbed Cleopatra by the hair and dragged her to her feet. "You
no longer need these", he growled, snapping her Belt of Osirisis and
dropping it to the floor. He followed this with snapping her
Bracelets of Horus from her wrists and let them drop as well. The
motion was so fast that the Egyptian Empress could not even counter
if she wanted. She felt the immediate change in her body as her
invunrulbility faded away. She sobbed quietly. No invunrability or
power blasts?

Now she was almost powerless.

Then he pushed her down onto her back The nigh-powerless
superheroine fell to the soft rug with a defeated gasp. As Ward
grabbed her feet, she knew exactly what was next. She watched
helpless as he broke the straps of her beautifull magical
sandals.The straps of the Sandals of Re broke with ease, mainly
because she was now defeated. A slight wail escape her lips as she
felt her strength flowing away.

Tears pooled in her eyes as he destroyed the source of her power,
sending them into a magical portal with a rune traced in the air
with his finger.She was now a normal woman, except for the final
ordoment, which was the Mask of Thoth.

The once proud superhero let him fuck her, let him fondle and kiss
her. With a little painful persuasion he made her say that she
wanted it and loved it and that she was a weak slut. When ordered,
she even rode on top of her rapist and played with her breasts as he
came into her womb. She fell off him emotionaly shattered, too
ashamed to even cry anymore. The former heroine was exhausted and
fell to the ground, not moving, but burying her head in her arms.

After he fucked her, he told her to stand up. When she did, he
punched her pretty face, knocking her back to the floor. Then he
grabbed her again by the hair, dragging her screaming to her feet.
All the Unionnaire could do was scream and beg as he punched and
kicked her all over, paying the most attention to her cunt, tits ,
and face. Once the sadist was sure she could take no more, he let
the bruised girl drop to her knees.

"Ahhh..." Isis dropped to her knees, her body ravaged with pain. Her
lips was split, as well as a swollen eye. Her jaw felt as if it was
broken. Her breasts and cunt felt as if someone had shoved pure fire
on and in them.

"Stay.", he commanded in the tone a human used to command a dog. The
collar held her where she knelt,"You really are a pathetic creature.
I'm going downstairs to rape the other cunt, she was a fine warrior
not a weak child like you. And do not attempt to release the
collar...only a powerful telepath could hope to free you."

As he left the room, he cast a spell that would paralyze any
telepath who tried to tamper with his magics.

The trap was set! He knew as he walked towards the sauna that when
he raped Neptuna he'd probably be thinking of the Venusian Vixen.

She did not hear most of the message because she was still woozy
from the savage beating. But, two words echoed in her mind after her
tormentor left. Weak child. That was true. She had let the people of
Earth down. She had let her friends down. She had let her gods down.

And...she had let herself down.

"Why..." she whispered, her face to painful to even speak
properly. "Why? Why did my gods forsake me?"

That she could not answer.

*********************


When the Ocean Beauty returned from her jaunt on the edge of
counciousness,her green eyes opened to be greeted with two muscular
women staring down at her with pratically salivating looks. At once,
she sat up,her head swimming from disorienation and all the events
that happened before. Bits and pieces stirred in her mind...her
whipping, for instance.

She found herself naked, and covered herself feebly with her arms.
She could feel powerful steam all around her, sapping her powers as
fast as her Sandals could give them to her. Was it some kind of
sauna? Damn! Ward had discovered her weakness!

She tried to rise, but found herself being roughly pushed back to
the bench. The two women, whose strength right now was greater than
hers, held her down. While one undressed her pants and her shirt,
the other teased Neptuna's flesh mounds. The Marine Maiden struggled
weakly, her attacks feeble thanks to the sauna. When the other
finished undressing, she grabbed Neptuna's hands together tightly,
before suddenly sitting her naked posterior in Neptuna's face.

"UMMMMM!!" The green-haired heroine moaned angrily, not being able
to breathe and kicking with her silver-shod feet. She felt a painful
tug on her hair, and felt herself being grinded deeper in the
soldier's anus. How humiliating!

But Neptuna did not cry.

Then, she felt something gently brushing her pussy-lips. A wave of
pleasure shot through her body as she realized the other girl was
playing with her pussy! She felt something shoved in her tight ass
and knew it was her finger.

The door to Ward's spa opened and the darkelf walked into the steam,
greeted by the sound of women moaning in pleasure. On the wooden
bench, the naked green haired woman lay with one of the Ridorians
(pants off) sitting on her face, the soldier's uniform shirt open.

She was playing with the Marine Maiden's breasts with one hand and
with the other she used Neptuna's silver hair ornament to move the
girl's face about between her legs. At the other end of the
squirming girl, the other Ridorian lapped at her pussy and
fingerfucked her ass.

Ward grabbed the uniformed women and threw them aside, sending them
crashing into oposite walls to collapse, groaning to the floor. He
looked down at the barely consious superheroine. She looked up,
glaring hatred in her bleary green eyes. She felt her captor
roughly grab a fistful of her emerald hair and drag her somewhere.
Her green eyes rolled lazily as she felt uncounciousness looming
over the horizon. Suddenly, however, the sweet smell of water flew
into her nostrils, awakening her.

Smelling water, Neptuna stirred. He had taken her to a pool. Columns
and plants adorned the walls and blue skinned women swam about in
the water. "I have many tortures planned for you slut.", he
whispered in her ear, " you will need all your strength to endure
them".

Without much fanfare, he threw her into the pool.

On instant contact with her home element, the tired Marine Maiden
stirred, feeling a slow rush of energy inside her body. Her muscles
and breasts contracted as new strength returned to them. As she
began to swim, her strokes became more powerful. What was the point
of this? Why would he want her to regain her powers? Most villians
would have raped her at this point. What was his deal?

The Marine Maiden now saw all had the shattered look of blue-skinned
women, oppressed ,tortured, and raped. All had dull, lifeless eyes
and many had horrific scars; obviously they were slaves of the dark
elf.

"Great Poseidon..." she clasped her hand to her mouth in shock. So
many women tortured!

Just as she was starting to feel her full strength, she felt
something wrap around each ankle. She was dragged from the pool by
manacles on chains to hang spreadeagle and upside-down before Ward.
She struggled wildly against her bonds. But, for some reason, she
could not budge.

"Let's get you warmed up", he said, taking from his belt the energy
whip that she had seen him use on Cleopatra.
"I swear i'll kill you!!" she cried, seeing the whip in Ward's
grasp. "The gods in heaven won't be enough to stop me from taking
your heart out!"
POW!

The whip bit into the tender flesh of her nether region like fire.
At once, a mighty scream came from her lips. As the whip struck her
again, her scream stopped only when she would let loose a quiet sob.
The fact that she could not escape only expounded her pain.

As he whipped her pussy savagely, the once proud warrior squealed
and sobbed as she thrashed helplessly in the magical chains. She
tried to cover her crotch, but another chain bound her hands
together and dragged them down below her head. Her enemy laughed at
the suffering superheroine, thrashing her pussy callously for thirty
lashes.

Neptuna hung panting and sobbing dizzy with pain, scarcely able to
belive what she had endured. Her eyes widened as Ward held a box
full of shiny six inch pins before her, "Are you ready to kneel and
suck your master's cock yet girl...or would you rather I pierced
your most snsitive areas with these?"

Neptuna's tear-filled eyes fell upon the six-inch pins, gleaming
with a evil shine. What an ultimatuim. Either way, she knew she
would experience pain. Should she suffer through the wicked pain
from the pins? One of the points of her warrior training was to
absorb pain.

But...would she survive?

She said nothing, but angrily glared at him with stark green eyes.

The clear soles of the Vixen's Sandals skimmed over the ground as
she flew over the mountains towards Ward's earthbound base of
operations. Her silver eyes search for the dark spire that held so
many unpleasant memories. Feeling the urge to turn back, to run into
space, she fought it, remembering her friends.

She tried to suppress her mental powers as much as possible, and was
sort of successful so far. The updraft from the flight blew up her
short skirt, revealing her strong gray thighs and her skimpy thong.
That cretin thought he could make her submit once again? He
did not realize how strong she had became since her escape from his
clutches! She had to keep telling herself that. He was not as strong
as she was...at least, not mentally.

After a few minutes, she finally spotted the dreadful citadel of
Ward. Floating above it for a few more minutes, she took a very deep
breath and flew into the lion's den. Concentrating, she masked
herself from the presence of any other mind-reader, hoping she could
just skip the confrontation all together. She landed quietly before
the portal, touching it with one finger timidly before walking
through.

As she entered, her silver eyes fell on the two trapped winged women
hanging to the walls by metal spikes. She shook her head sadly,
remembering them from her former life. She wanted to release them so
badly, but knew she could not. Could she at least telepathically say
something to them?
No. She did not want to alert the dark elf.

Suddenly, she spotted a familar naked brown shape sprawled out over
the floor.

"Cleo!!" she exclaimed, rushing over to her fallen comrade. The
Awesome Avatar was seemingly beaten to within an inch of her life.
One of her eyes were swollen, not to mention the ghastly assortment
of bruises on her once beautiful body.

Such a contrast to the elegant superheroine seen only a few hours
before.

"Jaz...Jazmon?" Cleopatra weakly stirred, touching a hand to the
Mental Mistress's gray face. "I...I could not...stop him."

"By the Supreme Lord of Venus!!" The Vixen swore. "What did he do?!"

Cleopatra laughed softly. "He took my soul, Momma J." she began to
sob. "He took my soul."

"Oh, Cleo..." Jazmon held her teammate's head to her chest and began
crying. "I'm so sorry...i'm so sorry..."

"Neptuna being raped by him now." the Egyptian heroine reported. "I
don't know if she will be as fortunate as i was..."

"Don't worry. I'll rescue you both. Promise. But, where are your
talismans?"

"Destroyed." Cleopatra replied tearfully. "He destroyed them all!"

Venusian Vixen was about to say something else, when she noticed the
collar on Cleo's neck. No doubt she recognized Ward's slave collar
spell.

"My friend, i promise i'll avenge you. But first, i need to get you
out of this collar..."

"No. Don't worry about me. Save Neptuna first!"

"That's a surprise. I thought you two hated each other."

"Irony's a cruel mistress, isn't it? I guess being raped by the same
guy can do that to you. Besides...she's a great kisser."

"Still, i have to free you..."

Doing away with the block on her vast mental powers, the Mental
Mistress concentrated, using the combination of her telepathic and
telekinetic abilities to free her trapped friend. It took a like of
mental power...but suddenly, the collar dropped from Cleopatra's
neck, freeing her!

"By Re!!" she rose to her feet, still having pain shooting through
her body, but now free. "Maybe that was not such a bad idea after
all."

She did not hear an answer. She whirled around to find her savior
frozen still in place, her expression a mask of fear.

"Cats of Bastet!!" she exclaimed. "Jazmon! No!!"


<She's hidden from him for decades. She's cowered in fear before his
power. She's been raped and violated by him for years. But now, the
Venusian Vixen must confront the being that ravished her so long
ago...the despicable Ward! Will she have enough courage to fight her
former master? Find out in Episode Six: Unwanted Reunion: Death To
The Rapist! Don't Miss It!>

Characters Name: Venusian Vixen

Secret Alias: Jazmon (Venusian birthname)

Status: Unionnaire Leader

Also Known As: The Vixen from Venus, Mental Mistress, The Gray One

Likes: Peace, freedom, and close friends

Dislikes: Ward, being sexually violated, and being pursued

Sexual Preference (Hetero, Bi, lesbo, Gay): Hetro, with a slight inclination to lesbian

Darkest desire(s) for your character: She has no darkest desire, except to forget her past with Ward.

Appearance: The Vixen is obviously a woman of very exotic beauty. At 6'3(6'9 in Sandals), she already towers over even the men of this planet.

She has a lean, but muscular body, complete with slightly budging biceps and triceps. Her skin, although softer than a newborn baby, has the illusion of being rock-hard, because her skin is stone gray. She has long platinum hair, which flows over her shoulders and down her back like a cascade of the purest milk, reaching her lower thighs.

Her eyes are silver, but can instantly become pupiless at will. She has a little slash-like scar on the left side of her face, evidence of long suffering. She wears a dark purple tiara, just like Wonder Woman's, except there is no star in the center. She wears silver star-shaped earrings, and has seductive silver lipstick on her lips.

Her costume consists of:
A dark purple halter top trimmed with silver and accented with a silver starburst encircled in a golden oval (The Union Symbol) in the center of her voluptuous chest. Her muscular stomach is visible, and some of the abuse she has suffered over the years can be seen, like the three whip scars on her back.

She also wears a skimpy purple pleated skirt, with a matching silver thong. On one of her ankles is a slave anklet, which she keeps to remind herself of all the slavery she has experienced.

Finally, her feet are in the Venusian version of the Enhancement Sandals, clear glowing platform sandals with 6-inch heels. Also, all her nails are French-tipped.

Powers:
Jazmon is one of the most powerful psychics in the galaxy, thanks to her Enhancement Sandals. While Venusians are born with the natural ability of telepathy, the Sandals unlock 90% of her brain, giving her access to:

* telekinesis

* Astral manipulation and projection

* Mind control.

* Psychic bursts of force

* Flight

* Supplementing and increasing to her own physical strength (Tactile telekinesis)

* Creation of telepathic shields around her body.

*She can also pool all of her power into the PSYCHIC SABER, a manifestation of the peak of her awesome power. The attack is so powerful that it destroys the target on the physical, mental, and astral planes. However, Jazmon's abilities are concentration-based, which means any attacker can simply distract her to keep her off guard. She also needs her Menta-Gem to access the Psychic Saber; without it, if she summons the Saber, she could risk killing herself.

History: A century ago, the planet Venus boasted a highly advanced society of telepathically-adept scientists and scholars, who desired to explore the known universe. A young and beautiful Venusian named Jazmon, who was engaged to one of the most promising and brightest of Venus's scientific elite, was chosen by the planet's deity, Tor, to be the Protector of her society. Given the beautiful Enhancement Sandals by a Rave, the galactic creators of the power shoes, Jazmon trained hard and became a Mental Marvel in her cerebral-striving society.

All of that changed when the DarkElf, Ward, attacked the planet. Brave and strong as the Mental Mistress was, Jazmon was no match for the centuries old Terror of the Stars. Brutally defeated, her beloved society crumbling to dust before her, Jazmon was taken into brutal and horrendous sexual slavery by Ward, serving him for many decades as his most submissive concubine. However, all that changed when a lucky break had her
escaping Ward's clutches and returning to Venus.

Now an empty, desolate world, Venus held no hope for the broken Protector. As she wandered the fields, she was found by a Rave, who charged her with a task: recruit a force of soldiers to protect the Galaxy from Ward, who had also destroyed the Rave home world millennia ago. Very reluctantly, Jazmon accepted her task, taking a spaceship to the third planet in the solar system: Earth. However, a chance encounter with a comet nearly destroyed the spaceship and sent its cargo...five pairs of Enhancement Sandals, as well as Cleopatra's future "artifacts" flying into the Earth's atmosphere. Jazmon's ship crashed in an English township on the night of the War of the Worlds' radio broadcast, adding to the panic of the townspeople.

Concealing her alien nature behind a psychic facade of a mousy human librarian, Jazmon began to explore and learn about the various cultures and societies on Earth. Her hatred for violence and crime, as well as her hatred towards years of rape and terror at Ward's hands, drove her into crime fighting. The English news was littered with stories of a beautiful gray woman, with platinum locks, rescuing innocents from muggers and burning buildings.

However, Jazmon would not stay hidden for long from the world. A trap by an iron-clad super villain named Professor Peril drew her into an encounter with Spangle...a WWII heroine who also wore Enhancement Sandals. After rescuing the beautiful alien, Spangle proposed to help her adjust to life on Earth...in return for a partnership in fighting crime.

As Jazmon agreed, Spangle dubbed her "The Venusian Vixen"...and a partnership was born..."The Galaxy's Finest Duo".

However, after a decade, Spangle decided to "settle down", leaving Jazmon to fight for justice alone. She was soon drawn into conflict with a being known as Bacchus, the God of Lust, who captured her and used her Enhancement Sandal-abilities to brainwash the Earth into orgasmic frenzies. In desperation, Jazmon telepathically summoned minds influenced by Enhancement Sandal power...drawing the attention of Cleopatra, MitKnight, Neptuna,
and the Crimson Conjuress. The four heroines rescued Jazmon and defeated Bacchus.

Seeing her "force of soldiers" before her, Jazmon decided to create The Union, the defenders of the Earth.

Signature Move: Psynergy Blazer

Wrath of Ward
Cowritten by The Unknown Fan And Pomy Smith
Episode Ten: Calm Under Pressure?! MitKnight, the Shadowy Sentry!


STAIRWELL

So. This wouldn't be as easy as she thought.

Mitknight hugged the wall, catching her breath. Her steely blue eyes
scanned the corridor, searching for any more telltale signs of traps.
From her research on Ward, she knew that his traps were magic-based,
not human-built as she was so used to.

"I really hate magic." she murmured under her breath. Suddenly, her
keen hearing detected the footsteps of her predator, creeping behind
her stealthily. A second pair of steps clicked clumsily behind.

No doubt it was the naked Venusian.

The Shadowy Sentry shook her head. She was really not surprised to
find out that The Union's leader was captured by her master. She
always had a slight arrogance to her...and now it was her downfall.

But not Mitknight. She was smarter.

She was not on the same strength level as Ward, nor had no experience
with magic. She hoped that her techniques could keep that monster off
his feet long enough for her to discover the weapon room of his.

Realizing that he was near enough for her, the Twilight Transsexual
sprung into action with the vigor of a released arrow. Her lean form
dashed forward into full view of the Dark Elf. Before he or his
captive from Venus realized it, MitKnight shot out her grappling gun,
which connected with the ceiling, and dove over the duo. Landing
neatly on the other side, she threw three black boomerangs that
sliced through the air towards Ward.

Instantly knowing what they were, Jazmon summoned up her telekinetic
force field as quickly as she could to block what was about to
happen. The three boomerangs embedded themselves in the wall next to
Ward and flashed red for only a nanosecond.

A giant explosion erupted, engulfing Ward and his gray concubine.
MitKnight was thrown back into the main hall, but she managed to ride
out the shockwave, and land from a somersault onto sandaled feet.

"That'll hold him...at least, for the moment." she muttered. She did
not dare get overconfident.

With a whirl of her cape, the Shadowy Sentry race down another route
deep into Ward's lair, hoping to bear fruit on her mission...

BALCONY

The Dragonskull Ship floated on the polished stone, overlooking the
beautiful mountain range.

The four Ridorians had no time to appreciate the view. In her combat
uniform, the soldier knelt next to a large bottle. She raised it to
her swollen lips (Her face showed evidence of the daily beatings Ward
had administered since the Venusian Vixen had coaxed them into
rebellion). She swilled and gargled the non-toxic but foul tasting
cleaning fluid around her mouth, coating her tongue, and then spat
back into the bottle. The soldier/slave took her place on the magical
ship and started to lick it clean.

There was a loud rumbling noise.

One of the Ridorians looked up from her work. "Dib a doulder dust
woll pathed the boor?" she asked, her numb tongue making her
difficult to understand.

"Duthed geep glickink", another replied and they went back to their
task. None of them wanted to end up like their captain…who was
punished worst for their transgression.

HALLWAY

Ward had been completely surprised again when his prey shot past over
his head. Her follow-through was easy to anticipate though, and Ward
had not been harmed at all. The same could not be said of the
hallway; they now stood in a space large enough to be worked into a
small room.

Impressive miniature explosives for a planet this primitive.

Grinning like a child with a cool new toy, the villain stalked back
the way he came.

STAIRWELL

Mitknight froze when she heard the sound. It was growing louder at an
alarming rate.

A giant boulder rolling down the stairs?

How cliché. Still, if she didn't move fast, it would paste her sexy
body all over the stairs.

The Shadowy Sentry's caped form moved with the speed of a human
lightning bolt and the grace of an eagle. Her skirted silhouette
somersaulted over the large stone, nearly avoiding danger. As her
stiletto heels hit the floor, she hugged the wall, scanning the area
in front of her for more traps.

SPORTS STADIUM

The afternoon's game had been called off, but the media boxes were
fuller than ever before. Cameras and sound equipment was being
readied. Already many cameras were filming the beautiful
crimefighters waiting on the turf. Every network had sent their
prettiest reporters to cover the event.

In the booth reserved for the game commentators, one of the usual
sports commentators had been joined by a boxing/wrestling
commentator, a popular female current affairs show host, and the
editor of a men's magazine. They were killing time and enjoying the
food laid out for them while they waited to make broadcasting history.


WARD'S BEDCHAMBER

Imprisoned in her box, the wire connected naked telepath cried out.
Ward's mind hurt as he forced her to locate the intruder. With tears
in her eyes, she searched the building her soul had been forced to
mesh with.

HALLWAY

"She's where!?!" The darkelf almost shouted. His pace quickened
almost to a jog. His muscular grey slave hurried on behind as he told
her, "If she has even touched that ship I'll bust her balls with my
bare hands!"

The Mental Mistress stumbled after her master in his mad jaunt to
capture her teammate. Why? Why did they have to come here?! That
question flashed over and over in her head. Ward knew all their
secrets, and it was only a matter of time before The Union would be
lying at the Dark Elf's feet… no doubt kissing them.
If only they had stayed away...


SPOTRTS STADIUM

The two super heroines looked at the gathered media in annoyance.

A tall busty redhead stood in front of cameras, reading from a
teleprompt. "...can only wonder what is going thorough their minds as
they await the alien who has already shown that he is powerful enough
to do whatever he wants to a superheroine. Neptuna has already
admitted that her first attempt to fight Ward as a team of three
ended with one woman brutally murdered, and another forced to be his
bitch. Does she really believe her other teammates can tip the scales
and help her take her revenge or does she expect to be publicly
humiliated again as her beats and rapes them both in front of a live
television audience? Tell us what you think after seeing what
happened the last time they met..."

The station cut to footage of Neptuna's defeat on the beach.

BALCONY

Unseen by the Ridorians, the night loving transsexual clung to the
ceiling by her suction cups, watching the soldiers lick clean the
skull of the motherdragon, wondering what advantages this room could
offer her.

Damn.

She had never seen anything so despicable as this. What kind of
madman would issue such orders? She grimaced at the scene, and felt
sorrow for the slaves. Many bruises covered their bodies, and
MitKnight could only hope that she would never experience the same.

Her eyes narrowed…her trademark Analyser Vision activating as the
lenses in her mask scanned the room for traps. There were none...at
least, not technology based.

"Magic." she groaned. "Damn it. I hate magic!"

There was only one shot at this. She needed to know where the armoury
was, and only one of those unfortunate souls licking the ship could
help her...with a little persuasion, that is.

Letting go of one of the suction cups, she reached into her Utility
Belt and drew out a few smoke grenades. Arming them, she tossed them
down on the ship. Seconds later, a thick cover of black smoke
engulfed the slaves, sending them panicking and saying prayers with
numbed tongues.

Mitknight released her grip on the cups, plunging freely into the
midst of the artificial cloud. Landing quietly, she grabbed the first
slave that she could see, chloformed the larger woman, and with the
use of her grappling gun, carried her off the ship and into the
hallway.

Ducking into one of the many rooms in Ward's dreary lair, the Shadowy
Sentry quickly tied her up and then slapped her awake.

"Hey." she said, sitting down and crossing her legs, her lengthily
hardened member clearly visible under her skirt. "I need to ask you
some questions...and you will answer, whether you want to or not..."

Meanwhile…at the Sports Stadium…

"The nerve!" Neptuna stomped her sandaled foot in anger. "How dare
they treat this as some...some football game! This is a life and
death situation! Damn them to hell!"

"Quiet, Princess." the Crimson Conjuress chided. "There is no need
for such foul clichés. There is only one way to remedy the situation."

Stepping forward, the Witch in Red summoned the powerful magicks that
had earned her the stature as Earth's Sorceress Omega. Holding her
arms high, she declared, "NI EHT EMAN FO RODROM, DOG FO RIAPSED, I
DNAMMOC LLA CINORTCELE SNOITACINUMMOC OT ESAEC!!"

The magicks surged from her fingertips. At once, cameras started to
explode, safely knocking the various cameramen away. Microphones
short circuited, sound equipment malfunctioned and exploded. However,
the Conjuress spared only one cameraman's equipment.

"Don't worry." she told the gathered media. "The Union will reimburse
you for damages. But, this is not some media circus for you to
exploit. The lives of my friends are in danger. Ward is out for sex
and blood...in that order. The reason I spared one camera is that I
want one of you reporters to...interview that monster. Let's see why
he is what he is. Any volunteers?"


**********************************

The Darkelf ran onto the balcony and looked in dismay at his precious
space craft covered in black soot. Venusian Vixen stumbled close
behind. The Mental Mistress saw the ship and the look of fury on her
master's face and she knew there was no chance for MitKnight now. She
sobbed as she realized that the best she could wish for her friend
was a quick death.

Almost shaking with fury, Ward drew a magical rune in the air with
his finger. From a swirling cloud of blackness, MitKnight
materialized. Before she fully registered what had happened, Ward
had punched the crimefighter in the face. Once again he
telekinetically removed her/his belt while he punched the reeling
transsexual in the right tit. MitKnight staggered, clutching his/her
throbbing breast as her head rung from the first blow. A kick to the
testicles brought her crashing to her knees.

Ward grabbed her short dark hair. He enjoyed the way her soft hair
felt, twisted tightly in his fingers. The transsexual squealed as she
was dragged to the spaceship. He slammed her head onto the dust
covered surface.

"Look at my ship!" he roared and raised a cloud of black dust by
bringing the crimefighter's head up and back down. He lifted
MitKnight, twisting her about to face him, and punched her in the
abdomen. MitKnight almost blacked out as the air was forced from her
lungs. Her guts ached terribly, and she hoped there was no internal
damage.

"Look at the filth you left on my ship!" Ward shouted again as he
lifted her completely off the ground by the hair and slammed the
helpless transsexual down onto her back on the dirty craft.

MitKnight lay still, wheezing in breath and writhing in pain. Ward's
attack had been far too powerful; even with her black Enhancement
Sandals, her body was frail and weak against Ward's strength.

The vicious dark elf stroked her face and then gently fondled her
breasts, snapping open the black bikini top. As his hand trailed
down towards her penis, Ward spat in the transsexual's exhausted face.

"Pathetic creature, you have disappointed me." Ward lowered his face
to the crimefighter's crotch and licked the end of the erect
cock. "Do you know what happens to prey that disappoints me?"

MitKnight was still too breathless to try to answer.

With his lips on the head of her penis, Ward looked her in the eyes
and growled, "You are going to die, he-bitch!"

And with that, he deep throated the giant cock in one swift gulp.

One gentle moan of pleasure escaped her lips as her dick was
swallowed whole… then MitKnight screamed as Ward's lightning attack
scorched her nipples. With nipples still smoking and Ward's saliva
trailing from her cock, MitKnight was thrown over to land at Venusian
Vixen's sandaled feet.

"Clean that up!" he shouted at the dust-covered Ridorians. "I must
leave within ten minutes! I have to rape these girls' friends today."

He turned to the superheroes. "We have only enough time for a
quickie, ladies, so I want you on your back," he pointed at Venusian
Vixen and then MitKnight, "and you get on top and fuck her so I can
mount you from behind."

The grey skinned telepath lay back and opened her legs pointing her
glistening silver-haired pussy at the battered transsexual. "Please,
don't try to resist him! He's too powerful for us. We have to obey
him".

Ward stood over his new prize daring the proud crimefighter to
disobey.

The series of events demonstrated the reason that the Twilight
Transsexual detested magic. As the Union's resident detective, she
often stayed away physically from the powerful adversaries of the
super team, because even with her Enhancement Sandals, she was sorely
underpowered. After all, her gadgets could only get her so far.

Damn Ward and his magic. It was the one advantage he had over her.
But she knew, deep down inside, that he would use it sooner or later.
Why didn't she listen to her instincts? She was very stupid to come
here along to tackle a being that so far had dismantled three of the
most powerful of her superfriends. What was she thinking?

Maybe she was going about it the wrong way. Maybe, if Ward thought he
had won...maybe he would slip.

But then again...

Her slender form was wracked with pain from the Dark Elf's savage
beating and subsequent shock on her shapely breasts. Her cock was as
stiff as ever, protruding out from under her mini-skirt like a
flagpole. Man, that guy can do a great mouth job!

The Venusian Vixen lay before her, waiting to obey her master's
orders. Her hair spread out around her head like a cloud of silver,
while her sculptured muscular legs spread open, inviting any cock
into the realm of her silvery-haired pussy, already glistening with a
little cum. Her feet pointed skyward, her clear sandals glowing in
the light.

Mitknight glanced from the beautiful alien warrior to her dangerous
master and back again. Was he kidding? She/he fuck the Vixen?

Hell, that guy was a telepath after all!

Because MitKnight always wanted to fuck the Venusian Vixen. But, the
idea of Ward assaulting her ass from behind did not go with her
dream. Still, she had to obey him...until she could see how far this
situation would go.

The sadistic alien noticed the looks exchanged between the defeated
heroines. ~How sweet~ he thought, ~the puny transsexual detective is
sweet on my pet telepath. Such a pity. I am in a hurry. ~

He crouched beside them, his cock hardening in black hardened leather
of his pants.

Silently, the Shadowy Sentry pulled her skirt up, and slowly mounted
her alien teammate. A small gasp escaped Jazmon's lips as MitKnight's
hardened shaft entered her nether region. Her hips begin to grind as
she rose into the wave of sexual ecstasy. MitKnight waited patiently
for the Dark Elf to make his move.

However, in her mind, she was already calculating a plan. It was just
a matter of time.

Ward stroked the pretty transsexual's short jet-black hair. "Well if
you're so in love with her; kiss the girl".

The detective gave Ward an angry look, but a grey hand pulled her
masked face down into a passionate kiss. The darkelf caressed
MitKnight's shapely back and bottom and toyed with her cape. "Maybe
this was not so good a choice as a punishment. After all I'm
supposed to be punishing you for messing up my pretty space vehicle."

He started to spank MitKnight in time with her strokes (as she pulled
out she received a painful blow). "That is a heavily enchanted dragon
skull. I kept that mother dragon alive through the entire ritual,
her beautiful cries of agony and terror were deafening."

He positioned himself behind the screwing superheroines, admiring the
ass pumping up and down in front of him as he pulled out his
penis. "Now, if a dragon begged me for death… what the fuck did you
think you were going to do? You pathetic little mortal."

Mitknight groaned at the combined stimulation of Ward's painful
spanking and her cum rising inside the Vixen's wet cunt. She bit her
lip at the Dark Elf's stinging taunts, coolly not letting her pride
overrun her senses. Right now, despite Ward's interference, she was
having a dream come true.

With typical savagery, Ward nailed MitKnight's ass. A medium sized
penis by human standards, his strength, speed, and hardness made it a
terrible weapon for anyone to have shoved up their bottom. On her
back, Jazmon was being fucked just as brutally by the helpless
transsexual pounded from both sides. The Venusian had forgotten what
a savage experience a 'quickie' with Ward could be. Both women
screamed in pain.

The rapist grabbed Venusian Vixen's pale locks and dragged her toward
him. He also took MitKnight's hair in his hand and he pulled their
hair forcing them back onto his jackhammering pole.

"GAHHH..." MitKnight screamed, wincing as the malevolent villain's
dick penetrated her shapely anus. She was practically sobbing, as her
body was caught in the sexual crossfire of the master and his alien
slave. The Vixen felt the blunt of it, as the Twilight Transsexual's
shaft went even harder into her swollen pussy. She cried out in pain,
wanting to tell them to stop.

But, she knew better. Her master would never listen.

With his other hand, her evil master gripped the Venusian Vixen's
shoulder for more leverage to ream the squirming crimefighter trapped
between them like a human condom. The brutal rapist pulled their
heads back, arching the helpless heroines' backs till he was looking
into their screaming tear soaked faces, pressed cheek to cheek.

For the wicked elf it was the most beautiful sight imaginable, so the
quickie ended even sooner than he had expected, as he allowed himself
to foul MitKnight's bowels with his cold semen.

He pulled out fast, throwing MitKnight off Venusian Vixen before she
had recovered from her rape. Ward punched her in the belly.

"You should never have messed with me" he growled as he again grabbed
her hair and bent her around till her face was inches from her huge
penis, glistening with the Venusian's juices. Ward gripped the long
rod and uttered a magical phrase.

MitKnight moaned as a feeling of ultimate satisfaction filled her
entire being. She was brought back to cold reality as she came in
her own face.

The Gender-Crossed Crusader collapsed onto her back, her cumsoaked
head lolling. She watched her utility belt disappear in a magical
shimmer.

"I don't think I'll let you keep this about yourself." Ward
taunted. "It is safe now with the talismans of the late Cleopatra and
all the other powerful women who've met their fate on the end of my
dick."

MitKnight's arm lolled innocently so her gloved wrist was next to her
ear. She listened to the quiet beeping of the locater on her wrist;
the tracking device was working. She may have been fucked up the ass…
but at least she had found the trophy room.

The villain tucked his penis away as he walked to his freshly
polished ship. The Ridorians fluttered back as he approached and
lifted the crystal cockpit window open. A leather strap on a line
dropped from beneath the dragon skull.

"Secure your friend's handsome penis in this. It is enchanted so the
wearer can not touch it without getting a shock so painful they'll
faint long before undoing it. Then chain your collar to this ring."
he indicated a silver ring fastened outside the cockpit. "You will
ride on the side. I'd hold on tight because I won't slow down if you
end up being dragged along by your collar."

As Jazmon carried out his instructions, the darkelf jumped into the
small craft and looked into the swirling mist that acted as a display
panel. He detected the magical energy and charged the ship's magical
shielding to prevent rescue attempts of his chained beauties.

Inside the cockpit, Ward slid open a panel to reveal four beautiful
fairies. The shapely 3-inch tall blondes were bound with cord to the
walls of their little cell, each also impaled on a little dildo.

Ward doubted he needed any more power to defeat the Earth women, but
he enjoyed the ritual and any excuse to devour something as
disgustingly good as a fairy. As he licked his screaming snack, he
pondered the coming battle.

Sucking the helpless creature into his mouth, he thought ~it's time
to get laid.~

<Now having been throughly beaten, raped, and humilated...is this the
end for MitKnight and Jazmon? Will Neptuna avoid being raped a second
time, now that she knows Ward's vicious M.O? And will the Crimson
Conjuress be the only one to maintain her maidenhead? Find out in the
next episode: "Humiliation Before All! Neptuna Won't Lose!" You don't
want to miss it!>

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Wrath of Ward
Cowritten by The Unknown Fan And Pomy Smith
Episode Eighteen: An Interview With The Darkelf! Ward's Secret Origin!

Note: This part was written exclusively by Pomy Smith!


Casey Yanna looked around the small craft. The inside of the skull was as
black as the outside. The few brass and silver controls were melded into the
fabric of the skull; around the ship, other components such as containers,
harnesses, and the luxurious seats they sat in seemed to be fastened to it.
Casey felt the leather of the seat soft, smooth, and cool; it was a very dark
green.

"The people of Orion have such strong and smooth skin." Ward said. "They are
taller and more muscular that human beings, so it only took three of their women
to make two seat covers."

The reporter shuddered. She wanted to leap out of the skin-covered seat, but did
not want to appear weak in front of the dangerous alien. She hoped that doing
what she was claiming to be here for would take her mind off the fact that she
was sitting on a flayed alien woman.

"Would you mind if we got a start on the interview?" she asked.

"It would be best. I'll be a bit distracted once I get my hands on my new
slavegirls."

"So how did it all start?" seemed a good place to begin.

"My planet of origin was called Realmsphere." Ward began. "A long time ago, when
the old ones were still more than legends, my world was a great power in the
first civilization formed solely by mortal creatures. The Empire of Worlds
looked to Realmsphere for protection and leadership in the infant universe."

"The peoples of Realmsphere are remembered in the race memory of every sentient
life form in the cosmos. Man, Elf and Dwarf Fairies and Ogres. It was a
different universe then; time and space were both new and so was sentient life.
Magic was the power then and there were mighty sorcerers on the Realmsphere.
There had to be, because my people had been a curse upon the world since its
beginnings."

"It was this great civilization that was my first conquest. Many Dark Elves had
tried to overthrow the rule of the good races. I had already studied all the
lore of our people, and I had wondered if
our constant defeats had been because none before me studied any further than
that. I started small. Good people are trusting and I used this trait against
them. They knew what I was, but since I did not threaten them, I walked amongst
them for many years. It only took me four hundred years before I knew all but
their most precious secrets and I had used those years forming alliances with
the greedy and unscrupulous amongst the weak willed species. I had a small
mercenary force paid by a lucrative trade in slaves. The collection and training
of slaves is something all my people excelled at."

"From these years and from the great war I caused that followed, I could tell
you proudly of hundreds of thousands of vicious sex crimes. My sister, Drow, I
must confess, was the tactician and warrior, and it is fitting that I left her
to rule over the devastated mess that we left the Empire of Worlds in. Although
she is the only woman I had ever loved, we both knew that my sister and I
would kill each other if we tried to rule together, and since she had a desire
to be an evil queen, I let her have the job."

"Since then I have roamed the universe, spending half my time collecting more
wisdom and power and the other half demonstrating my power in the most fun way I
can think of."

Next she asked, "What do you feel about the morality of your lifestyle?"

"Are you asking me if I feel the slightest twinge of guilt for treating the
universe as if it and everything and everyone in it were my personal plaything?
I do consider that to be the case. I have never looked at any creature other
than my own people as anything other than entertaining little creatures. I have
absorbed the knowledge of all the wisest creatures in the universe and I fully
understand how morality affects the interaction between you all, but I must be
looked upon as a force of nature. I was born when good and evil were still
young; I am the closest to true evil your pretty dark eyes will ever see."

The power he radiated was undeniable. He was obviously such a powerful male, his
body was perfectly proportioned. His voice was strong and deep, and he proved
that the devil has the most handsome smile.

The reporter repositioned herself in her seat so that Ward could better see how
curvy her frame was. She smiled sweetly as she asked, "What was your greatest
challenge as a warrior?"

"You are sitting in her. The last of the great Dragons. There are still minor
Drakokind in the universe like Wyvern and Wrym but these were the real thing.
Their entire species numbered less than a hundred million. I wiped out the
majority of the species in one strike as I destroyed their home world. Large
scale traps, attacking their food supplies, and starving or poisoning them drove
their numbers down fast. I hunted down what was left, letting them think that
their sacrifices had allowed them to conceal the pregnant motherdragon who could
have rebuilt the entire species from a single hatching."

"I knew where she was and attacked when they thought they were safe. She fought
me like nothing I have ever witnesses. It was as if her entire slaughtered
species was giving her strength and helping her against me. Her breath was
unlike anything that should exist in this universe, and I thought I had finally
bitten off more than I could chew. I do not fight fair however, and the
multitude of tricks and traps that I had set for the great Dragon was too much,
and my foreplanning saved my life. No matter what pain or indignity I inflicted
upon the helpless bitch, she only begged for one thing; that I did not put and
end to her kind. An apt example of your Earth expression, `no pain no gain'. My
hardest battle and my greatest triumph; Genocide is such an appalling crime
don't you think? I was so proud."

Casey was shocked back to reality, to think he had begun to charm her.

Dragons? What woman did not think Dragons were at least a little bit cool?

Now he was telling her there really was no such thing as Dragons and it was all
his fault!? And he was proud!?

~Now you see~ said Isis in her head ~this creature must be defeated for the sake
of the entire universe. Do not let him charm you with his devil's smile and his
masculinity. You see before you
only evil! ~

Ward noticed how distracted the reporter had become suddenly. As he concentrated
on landing his ship on the balcony of his lair, the dark elf muttered, "Why are
all the chicks in the universe so into Dragons?"


***************************

To the Vixen from Venus, there was such thing as cerebral spelunking.
Riding the alpha and beta waves of the brain, her powerful mind easily
penetrating the depths of the right hemisphere,
The Mental Mistress continued her journey towards her destination: the hiding
place of the Crimson Conjuress's awareness.

The Witch in Red...had gone catatonic.

The stimulus was easy to pinpoint. It was her master, the alien elfish malicious
beast known as Ward, a sexually ravishing creature with no morals to guide or
bound him. She knew how despicable he was, after serving him for decades.

As her grey muscular astral body navigated through the pathways of
unconsciousness, the Crimson Conjuress's recent memories bubbled past her,
spherical snapshots of the horrors she had witnessed in the last few weeks.

The savagery she experienced at the hands of Ward.

Sexual humiliation before millions of viewers.

All these events had taken a toll on her once beautiful mind. Jazmon was
sensitive to the shadows that had now grown over her mind, living cobwebs of
darkness that seemed to reach out and grab the Venusian heroine. Keeping her
fear in check, The Vixen continued her journey, swimming the upstream of
imagination into the sea of curiousness.

Ward was busy with his interview with the reporter Casey Yanna. There was no way
he would detect the movement of her mind into her friend's body. At least, she
hoped not. Then again, he probably didn't even notice the vacant look in her
eyes after they left the stadium.

Jazmon emerged from a wall, landing in a small nursery. Her transparent heels
clicked as she levitated to the cold, stony floor. Teddy Bears, in many shapes
and sizes, crowded the mental landscape. The Grey One took a few cautious steps,
her silver eyes pupiless, scanning for any sign of her near mad-stricken friend.

"Kalista...please." she pleaded, her lovely ivory hair flowing in a sudden
breeze. "Please. Come out from hiding..."

She glanced behind a large pile of bears, and hid a smile. Cuddling a teddy
bear, in the tattered remains of her ravishing red costume, was the Magical
Marvel herself.

"Jazmon..." she gasped, scrambling to get away."I won't go back!"

"Kalista..." Jazmon whispered, holding out a hand. "You cannot hide from him
forever. We have to be strong."

The frightened Conjuress whimpered as she huddled before her. Behind the
Venusian Vixen, a specter of Ward materialized and lashed out at her. Dodging
the blow, the Mental Mistress's forehead wrinkled, as a burst of psychic energy
transformed the ghost into ether.

"My fault...for all of this...I know it is..." she trailed off, falling to her
knees beside the Conjuress."But, I'm willing to make amends...please, let me
make amends."

Muscular arms drew the scared Kalista close, a Venusian mother for a Gypsy
child.

Kalista shivered in the Vixen's grasp, basking in security that she had not felt
in such a long time. How long has it been since she felt the golden warmth of
the sun, the smell of the sakura the air
of her room at Central Citadel? It had felt like ages since she was just the
Crimson Conjuress, magic manipulator of the Union. She had promised herself,
ever since the start of her career...even before she even considered donning the
fishnet stockings and ruby leotard...that she was never going to be the heroine
that was sexually abused or raped.

Not some statistic.

But now, here she was...nearly insane with fear, pain, humiliation, and rage.

"Shush..." Jazmon whispered, leaning her platinum-tressed head against Kalista,
humming quietly. Kalista felt herself calming down, the rising tsunami of
apprehension battering her senses into submission collapsing into nothingness.
That song. She remembered how Jazmon would hum it when she and the original four
were on stakeouts as a way to calm the rising tension before their battles.

It was a sad melody, one that the muscular beauty had created to soothe her
sorrows while she suffered torment after torment under Ward's iron grip.

"Kalista..." the Grey One whispered. "In all the time we've spent
together...there are still secrets between us..."

Kalista glanced up the Mental Mistress, her brilliant emerald eyes blinking in
confusion. "Secrets? What secrets?"

Jazmon gave her a sad look as she slowly rose to her feet. "This is
something...that I must tell everyone. The remaining Unionnaires of Earth..."

As the Conjuress watched in puzzlement, the Maiden of the Mind closed her eyes,
reaching out with invisible, omnipresent astral fingers around the globe. Her
beautiful forehead wrinkled in
concentration, as a sapphire aura began to form around her sculptured naked
form. Her silver locks stood on end as she levitated in the air, her awesome
cerebral powers stretching towards
the minds of her friends.

"ACK!" she cried, her body snapping back like a rubber band. Her silver eyes
rolled as she began to plummet to the ground.

"REDNEFED FO SELAG, DEEH YM LORTNOC!" The Conjuress cried, her delicate hands
glowing red as her majestic magical powers activated. A powerful gust of wind
lifted the limp body of the Vixen and gently settled her on the lucid floor.

"Jazmon! Are you alright?" she rushed up to her alien friend and knelt over her,
inspecting her. The Venusian stirred, a smile slowly tugging at her mouth.

"You...have your confidence back..." she said quietly, sitting up.

"What do you..." the Witch in Red started to say, until her eyes fell on her
costume. It had been magically restored, conforming to her slender form like a
second skin.

"So...you wasn't in any real danger?" she asked, surprise evident in her
question. The Vixen glanced at her and nodded. "It was still an effort to get
them here...especially with masking my activities from Ward...right now, Casey
Yanna is distracting him...maybe the pompous creature will dazzle her with his
conquests and tales for a while..."

"Er...you lost me at 'them'..."

Jazmon pointed in front of them, and Kalista gasped. Standing before them was
five voluptuous figures in shadow. Suddenly, the darkness vanished, and they
proudly stood revealed in the light.

LOTUS, the Chi-powered Martial Arts Dynamo! GODIVA, the Earth-shifting Giantess!
VAMP, the elfish shadow-manipulating mage! SPECTRA, the wraith-like girl of
adventure! SPANGLE, the
centennial defender of liberty!

"Everyone...here..." Kalista gasped.

"Before I start..." The Vixen addressed them. "We must say goodbye to two
wonderful friends..."

Two more figures materialized before the assembled Unionnaires.

Neptuna and Cleopatra.


<More Unnionaires?! Meet The Union Team B! Will they stand a chance against the
ageless being that left the Empire of Worlds in such disarray?! A being that
have ravished the 'A-Team' of The Union? The Venusian Vixen has a plan...but we
know how that works out, do we? Find out in the next episode: A Mental Requiem:
The Hard Goodbye. Don't miss it!>

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excellent story well written and sexy fatal