MAGNA-MAID and the League of Heroines
After I had finished Chapter Seven, some other writers took over for a while. They didn't actually advance the storyline very much. About the only thing you need to know to catch up here is that one of the Queen of Diamonds' henchmen, the Jack of Spades, finally captured Princess Daphne (Magna-Maid), and brought her back to the hideout with the others (and that she's currently wearing a sort of "mod"-looking karate outfit of the sort that DC dressed Wonder Woman in during a brief period in the 70's). The author who introduced Jack also gave him knowledge of Daphne's weakness when bound by a man, so I worked that into the story. All of that took place in what I'll call Chapter Eight, and we now move on to Chapter Nine.
Chapter 9: The Challenge
Bored.
Bored.
The Queen of Clubs was bored.
Three days had passed since Magna-Maid had finally fallen into the evil sisters' clutches. Three days with no one to oppose the greatest criminal conspiracy of all time. For such an action-oriented villainess, it was nearly unendurable.
The Queen of Clubs couldn't deny that there had been entertaining moments; her sisters had spent most of the three days visiting the most exquisite tortures they could imagine on their captives. Right from the beginning, though, problems had begun to arise among the sisters.
The first incident had come as the Queens of Hearts and Clubs relaxed with cold drinks in the Queen of Diamonds' "Trophy Room". Magna-Maid had just been delivered, in gloating triumph, by the Jack of Spades, the Queen of Diamonds, and the young blonde the others had come to refer to (though not to her face) as "Flying Farce." The tightly tied Amazon stumbled heavily into the room, exhausted from her ordeal. Jack held her by one bound arm, the blonde "Fox" had the other, and both had pulled and dragged their captive into the room, and thrown her to the floor. The Queen of Hearts was sitting with her feet resting on the back of Power Blonde's bound form; Magna-Maid's lasso still encircled Power Blonde's body, and fastened her wrists tightly behind her, her head bowed to the floor, face lost in the curtain of her golden hair. Power Blonde's gag had been removed, and until a few minutes before, the Queen of Hearts had been amusing herself by forcing the helpless heroine to kiss her feet.
"Here she is," sneered Princess Daphne's blond captor, giving the shapely Amazon a nasty kick in the ribs. By now, Daphne had abandoned all attempts at resistance, and the moan she surrendered through her gag was music to the blonde's ears. "You know, that outfit you have on is even dorkier than the one you usually wear." Daphne tried to ignore the pain and misery, and did her best to focus on answering one question: how had the Queen of Diamonds learned of her vulnerability to being bound by a man? The woman's ignorance of the fact had probably saved Daphne's life when she had been abducted from Tarantulex's hideout; now, somehow, the Queen of Diamonds and the Jack of Spades knew Daphne's greatest secret. Would she tell her sisters? Or would she keep that knowledge for her own use?
As Daphne lay on the floor, the Queen of Diamonds drew a deep breath, and surveyed her new "acquisitions". "Delightful," she murmured, admiring the sight of Flying Fox, still ballgagged, her costume just a tatter of rags, hanging from her restraints on the wall. The Queen of Diamonds reached between her captive's legs, caressing the inside of her thighs, laughing at the bound heroine's futile attempts to resist the humiliating touch.
The Queen of Diamonds then walked to the other side of the room, where the Queen of Clubs sat impassively on a couch. On the floor at her feet lay the dark-clad form of Spellina. Duct tape still wrapped the sorceress' shapely torso and legs, and her mouth was still stuffed with masses of her long hair, taped in place. The Queen of Diamonds smirked at her sister, "And I always thought you preferred blondes." Her eyes indicated the bound form of Power Blonde, across the room. "Sorry, but I have use for her." She bent down over Spellina, her curtain of red hair sweeping over the bound heroine, as she planted an insolent kiss on the captive's forehead. "But, I'm sure you can amuse yourself with this one just as well."
"You know damn well what I want, and it's not to fool around with this little chit." the Queen of Clubs turned a scornful eye on the helpless Spellina. "I already beat this one stupid. Power Blonde needs to be taught just who is the--"
"Yes, yes," sighed her sister, "I"ve heard it before, but as it happens, that's not practical at the moment. Now will you please--"
"Hey, you two!" The Queen of Hearts interrupted her sisters' argument. "Watch this." Holding the end of the lasso binding Power Blonde, she bent her head down, and whispered through the silky curtain of blond hair. A shudder ran through Power Blonde's figure; slowly, she began to crawl, on her knees, across the floor.
"What's she doing?" asked the Queen of Diamonds.
"You'll see," responded her sister. Power Blonde inched her way across the floor, driven by the compulsive force of the lasso, the end still clutched in the Queen of Hearts' grasp. She came to a stop in front of the bemused form of the Jack of Spades. Futile resistance shook her frame, but the Queen of Hearts was merciless.
"Do it," she ordered coldly. To Jack's astonishment, the bound heroine leaned forward, up on her knees, and began to use her teeth to reach for the zipper of his pants. As she took hold of the zipper pull, the henchman, unable to believe what was happening, reached down to seize the blond head pressing against him. In a frenzy of excitement, he pulled Power Blonde's head closer; the captive heroine fell forward, pulling the lasso from the Queen of Hearts' grasp. For an instant, Power Blonde was almost free: though still bound with the unbreakable lasso, she at least had control of her faculties returned to her. Savagely, she bit down hard on the zipper she had been pulling. From her position, Power Blonde was unable to see the look on Jack of Spades' face change from one of contemptuous excitement to alarm.
"What--wha---" it was the last thing he ever said. In her instant of freedom, Power Blonde flung back her head, with the front of Jack's pants between her teeth, lifting him off the ground. She spun her head around, opened her mouth, and her awesome muscular power did the rest: the henchman was hurled against the wall as hard as if he'd been shot from a cannon, his head making a sickening "crunch" as it impacted. The garishly clad form slid to the ground, neck twisted at a grotesque angle.
"You stupid---" The Queen of Diamonds sputtered as she dove for the end of the lasso. Power Blonde desperately tried to free herself from the bonds, but the Queen was just able to grasp the end of the lasso, and issue a command to the struggling heroine: "Stop! Lie still!" Power Blonde obeyed, lying down on the floor, her struggles at an end, but savoring the small triumph she had enjoyed. With the lasso clutched in her left hand, the Queen of Diamonds used her right hand to seize a fistful of Power Blonde's hair.
"That will cost you!" she shrieked as she shook her captive's head back and forth. Power Blonde contemptuously ignored the woman's histrionics; she had had a taste of freedom from the thrall of the lasso; just give her one instant of opportunity, and her tremendous strength would be her own to command again.
"Give her to me--" began the Queen of Clubs.
"How many times must I tell you? NO! Now, will you please either go play with Spellina, or find something useful to do? There's still a lot of work to be done before my plan is ready, and I'd prefer not to do it all myself. And that includes you--" she growled at the Queen of Hearts. "You made this mess," nodding at the corpse on the floor. "Get it cleaned up!" With that, the Queen of Diamonds dragged Power Blonde behind her on her way out of the room.
By the next morning, tempers had cooled, and for the next two days, the Queen of Hearts tormented their captives with her sexual spell, sending them into fits of aching hunger, but never allowing them any satisfaction. Needless to say, this proved very hard on the Queen of Diamonds' henchmen. For hours at a time, they were forced to stand in attendance, as four of the most beautiful women they had ever seen writhed in sexual agony. Sometimes, the Queen of Hearts would have their gags removed, so that they might beg for release, and by the second day, lust had driven one of the henchmen mad; as he lay gibbering and drooling on the floor, a terrific argument had broken out between the Queens of Hearts and Diamonds.
"That's the second one I've lost! have you any idea what it will cost me to replace those two?"
"Well, if you'd let the men have a little fun with--"
"I didn't bring these Super-Sluts here for these cretins to amuse themselves! I don't object to a little torture, but keep in mind that I have plans for them! In fact, I've had enough of this. It's time to put things into motion." Power Blonde lay, gasping, as the Queen of hearts released her spell. The Queen of Diamonds pulled the Mighty Maid to her feet by the hair. "Hearts, you know what to do. Take our friend, the...uh... 'real' Flying Fox, and that 'imposter' hanging on the wall, and put Phase One into operation. I have some rather heavy work to be done on Phase Two, so I'll be taking Power Blonde with me. You there--" she signalled to one of the henchmen-- "gag this one." She held Power Blonde's head out by the hair, still clutching the lasso in her other hand, and ordered her to open her mouth. Unable to resist, the Girl of Iron parted her red lips, and was forced to endure the re-insertion of the black rubber prod gag by a grinning, slavering henchman.
As the Queen of Hearts had two henchmen remove Flying Fox from the wall, the Queen of Diamonds stood over the bound form of Magna-Maid, still helpless on the floor.
"Thought you were going to rescue you friends, didn't you?" The woman's smile was icy. "The great Amazon Princess! Without your belt, tiara, and lasso, you're about as much use to your friends as the furniture. Which gives me an idea."
In the center of the room was a large table of polished mahogany, where dinner and drinks had been served for the villainesses and their henchmen. Grinning into Daphne's face, the Queen of Diamonds took a sharp knife from the table, and began to slowly slice away Daphne's outfit. Soon, only the ropes about her body were holding any of her clothes in place, and in only a very few places, at that.
The Queen had one of her henchmen clear the glasses and bottles from it, and signalled to two of the others.
"Put her on the table." Bound by a man, as she still was, Daphne lacked the strength to resist, and she was picked up and deposited on her back on the table.
"Cuff her feet." Now, Daphne realized that the table had other uses than serving refreshments: at each corner there was a locking leather cuff, fastened to the leg of the table. The men who held her were easily able to fasten cuffs about each of her ankles; since she was never completely unbound, even for a moment, there was no chance for her Amazon strength to return. Instead, the men unbound her arms from behind her, and gleefully snapped them into the leather cuffs above her head. As they finished their work, they fondled the helpless Princess, until the Queen spoke sharply, "That's enough. We need to get going." She looked down at Daphne, smirking at the Princess' helplessness. She reached to the side table where the food had been cleared, and picked up a half-empty bottle of wine. Slowly, she tipped the bottle, held it over Princess Daphne's body, and began to pour a thin trickle of wine from her naked thighs up to her breasts. The bound Amazon squirmed as much from shame as discomfort; that a mere mortal woman could use her so insolently was an experience unknown to her. Finally, the Queen allowed the last few ounces to splash into Magna-Maid's eyes and face. Daphne sputtered and gasped, a cry of rage humming through her gag. The Queen laughed.
"What a pretty sound." She bent over the Princess, and used her tongue to lick droplets of wine from the bound girl's belly. As her henchmen left the room, the Queen straightened up, gave one last triumphant glance at her prisoner, extinguished the lights, and left Daphne in darkness.
Midnight. Daphne woke from a fitful sleep, to find that nothing had changed: she was still naked, spreadeagled on the large wooden table, wrists and ankles bound to the corners. The ballgag in her mouth was still buckled tightly behind her head. She tried to move her head enough to see if Spellina was still imprisoned with her; in the darkness it was hard to be sure, but she thought she saw movement. Could Spellina have freed herself? Suddenly, a light snapped on, and moments later, Magna-Maid was looking up at the upside-down face of the Queen of Clubs, her cruel face framed in a mass of black hair.
"I could crush you." The woman sounded genuinely disappointed. "I could crush you like a bug. Without your fancy gizmos, you're nothin'. You're no opponent for a warrior like me." Her eyes bored into Daphne's as she continued. "You know who is, though, don't you? Power Blonde." She sighed. "I'm tired of all this. I've had enough of my sisters, of this place, of you puny so-called 'superheroines.' There is only one challenge great enough for me to face." Now, her face lit up in an evilly stupid grin. "And you're going to help me." Daphne's confusion was evident in her eyes; the Queen of Clubs laughed, and, using one finger of her right hand, easily snapped the heavy leather cuff holding Daphne's left wrist. Before the astonished Amazon could move, the Queen of Clubs had easily pinned the wrist back to the table with her hand, in a paralyzing grip. "Now," went on the Queen, "I don't know where my sister took Power Blonde. You are going to find her for me. I'm going home, and I'm taking a little 'souvenir' with me." Her other hand came up into Magna-Maid's view, and she could see the figure of Spellina! The duct tape had been ripped away from her clothing and face, and the Ebony Enchantress had been re-tied with heavy cord; her arms were pulled behind her back, and it was obvious, from the way they sank into her flesh, that the ropes had been tightened about her body with a terrible strength. She was no longer gagged with her hair; instead, a large pad of leather covered her mouth, evidently fastened with straps buckled behind her head. To Daphne, it looked as though the pad was holding some large packing inside Spellina's mouth. The Queen of Clubs' fist had a firm grip in Spellina's hair as she spoke to Daphne. "After I leave and you finish freeing yourself, you have three days to find Power Blonde, and have her meet me at my fortress in single combat. If she doesn't show up... well, I have henchmen of my own, and believe me, they'll find something more interesting to put in your friend's mouth than her hair." She laughed and shook the captive sorceress by her imprisoned tresses. "Three days." With that, the Queen of Clubs stepped back from the table, releasing Daphne's wrist. The Queen then used her grip in Spellina's hair to sling her prize over her shoulder, and in moments, she and Spellina were gone from Magna-Maid's field of vision.
What's this? The Queen of Clubs turning on her sisters?
Can Magna-Maid free herself before being discovered? Can she help Power Blonde to escape the Queen of Diamonds' clutches? Can they reach poor Spellina in time?
And what sinister fate is in store for the Flying Fox?
UPDATE MARCH 2003!
After lo these many months, the estimable Jeanne Thorne has picked up the torch, and continues this story with Chapter Ten.
Answers to these questions can come from YOU, gals and guys.
If you'd like to help me place our heroines in deeper and deadlier peril, e-mail me some ideas (or even whole chapters!): jebdel@yahoo.com