Just as Flying Fox had, Spellina expected to take her opponent by surprise, unaware that her enemies had already made significant, unexpected changes to the League of Heroines' plans. Spellina alighted from her dark limousine, and looked around, expecting that the Queen of Hearts would soon show herself. The Shapely Sorceress was dressed in her familiar costume: a revealing, skin-tight black cutaway and fishnet stockings on her long legs. Glossy dark hair tumbled past her shoulders. Spellina had, more than once, found that her physical charms could be as deadly to mobsters and thugs as any of her magical spells. She wondered how they might match up to the Queen of Hearts and her sensual spells, when her reverie was broken by the unpleasant sight of the wrong Queen coming into view. Rounding the corner was the usual van full of henchmen-to be easily disposed of, normally. And, indeed, one swift chanted spell had left them all momentarily dazed. However, streaking through the air above them was the burly figure of the Queen of Clubs! Reputed to be the strongest, most dangerous woman alive, it was thought that only Power Blonde or Magna-Maid could be her equal. Something had gone terribly wrong with Power Blonde's plan! Spellina knew, instantly, that she was in way over her head. No time to escape, nowhere to run! Determined, the Maid of Magic stood her ground, and launched a spell at her enemies. "Tsoppmal Kcatta!" And the lamppost did attack, coming to life and entwining itself around the Queen of Clubs. With a shrug of her mighty shoulders, the Queen splintered the metal binding her as though it had been spaghetti. Spellina tried again.
"Gnidliub, llaf no reh!" The deserted warehouse creaked, toppled, and crashed down upon the Queen of Clubs. The henchmen looked on in terror at the curvaceous witch who had so easily defeated their employer's mighty sister. It hadn't been as easy as it looked: the psychic energy needed to move the building had nearly drained her. Spellina wouldn't let these thugs know that, though.
"All right, gentlemen, who wants to drive us all to the police station?"
The response was not what she expected. The men gaped, staring behind her. Spellina spun around, and found herself face to face with the Queen of Clubs-covered with dust and gravel, tossing more pieces of the building aside, and glaring murderously at her. The dark-haired sorceress looked, panting, at the titanic woman before her. She had hit the Queen of Clubs with more than any human should be able to endure, and the villainess had simply shrugged it off.
"I've had enough of this," snarled the villainess. With one spring from her mighty legs, the Queen was upon Spellina. The Siren of Spells tried desperately to think of some magic as yet untried which might save her.
"Forces of Magic, I must---AAAAaaaahhh" The sorceress' chant was cut off as the Queen of Clubs sank a hand into the mane of Spellina's long hair, and yanked hard on it.
"Now, it's time for you to shut up," grunted the Queen of Clubs. Brutally, she wadded the fistful of hair she held and jammed it into Spellina's open mouth.
"Uunnnngggghhh!" Spellina gagged as her mouth was filled with her own hair. The Queen of Clubs kept one hand behind Spellina's head, and pressed the other firmly over the lady magician's lips. The pressure was brutal; Spellina felt as though her head had been forced into a vise.
"Get up, you clowns," growled the Queen of Clubs at the henchmen. "Come take her." Whether their eagerness was to lay hands on Spellina's shapely figure, or just fear of what the angry villainess might do to them, the three thugs raced to take hold of the struggling heroine.
"Use that tape" ordered the Queen. One of the men reached into his pocket and drew out a roll of heavy silver duct tape. He began by securing Spellina's flailing hands. The Wondrous Wizardess took one good swing at the man, but he barely noticed. The Queen noticed, though, and gave Spellina's head a vicious shake. Feeling as though her brains had been scrambled, Spellina abandoned any hope of resisting, and felt her arms pulled behind her. Her wrists were pinned together, and she felt the heavy tape begin to encircle them. Each turn was pulled tightly, and after several turns, he began to work his way up her arms to her elbows. She felt as though her shoulders would dislocate; the tape might look flimsy on a roll, but it exerted as much pressure on her as if she had been chained. Even in her predicament, she couldn't help noticing the way the other two thugs were watching her chest as it thrust forward, heaving.
The man binding her tore the tape off the roll. Spellina was now bound helplessly, her arms practically fused together. The Queen of Clubs grunted her satisfaction at her captive's state of helplessness.
"All right, now shut this big mouth of hers. I don't want her summoning up any more lampposts, or 16-ton weights, or… whatever. Just shut her up!"
Another thug gleefully complied. He, too, carried heavy silver duct tape (standard issue in the Queen of Diamonds' kidnap kits). The Queen of Clubs removed her hand from across Spellina's lips. Before the Shapely Sorceress could attempt to open her mouth and expel the hair inside, the man had slapped the tape across her lips. With one hand, he pressed the tape over her lips, sealing them tightly together. The other hand held the roll of tape; once he had secured Spellina's lips, the Queen of Clubs released her captive's head, and the man used both hands to begin wrapping the roll of tape around Spellina's head. Once, twice, three times, the heavy, sticky tape went around her head. It stuck to her cheeks like cement, and plastered her silky hair hard against her head--at least, that portion of her hair which was not currently attempting to slide down its owner's throat. Spellina fought down her gag reflex as the wadded mass of her hair threatened to choke her. Unable to utter a sound without gagging herself further, Spellina offered no resistance as her captors began to use the tape on her legs. Now, the henchmen were each scrambling to take their turn. There was no doubt that Spellina's legs, encased in their fishnet hose, caught the attention of anyone who saw her, and these men were affected about as powerfully as it was possible to be. Each turn of tape around her legs was accompanied by rough hands crudely caressing her calves, or insinuating themselves between her thighs. Spellina squirmed as best she could, but it was no use.
Finally, the men had to reluctantly conclude that they had bound Spellina's legs about as well as they could. There was scarcely an exposed inch of costumed leg left for them to fondle, and the Queen was growing impatient.
"That's enough, she's not going anywhere." The Queen bent down and hoisted the captive sorceress over her shoulder. One of the thugs sighed as he watched the Queen's powerful hand resting on Stellina's trim rear to steady her. "Let's go." With that, the Queen of Clubs touched one of the power buttons on her belt, and ascended into the air, with the trim form of the captive heroine helpless over her shoulder. The henchmen ran to their van to follow.