The D-Molisher walked boldy down the streets of Universal City, California, his jet-black outfit and jet-black jacket and jet-black sunglasses contrasting coldly with his short white hair and skull-overlaid-with-a-D logo over his heart.

Perhaps it wasn't quite so bold, being three in the morning, but the D-Molisher had just gotten a Super (Literally!) Big Gulp of coffee at Seven Eleven, and he was wide awake.

So was Alexandra Paul, who was out running on the beach because she had just dumped Cody, or Mitch, or Grover or somebody. She had short brown hair, a pretty good build for a normal woman, not so good for a Baywatch babe, and penetrating blue/brown eyes (depending upon which stunt double they used).

They were good eyes, because she spotted D-Molisher (the guy's as wide as a horse, so it wasn't that hard after all). Ducking into an unused cotton candy stand, she stood with her legs apart and her arms out to her sides, and yelled "Tomato-Herring!" (Super Folks reference. Read the book, it's good.)

Since that did nothing, she also yelled "Shazam!"

A bolt of lightning cascaded down, transforming bathing-suit-clad Alexandra Paul into unbelievably-short-and-tight-minidress-wearing Alexandra Marvel!

"Halt right there, villain!"

D-Molisher looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. Whoa.

"Hey, you aren't Mary Marvel," he said.

"I'm Alexandra Marvel," she said with a smirk, raising her fists, "of the Mary Marvel Baywatch Emergency Squad!"

"Didn't you do this bit with Wonder Woman, already?"

She shrugged. "We got traded, for Etta Candy and two other girls to be named later."

Alexandra charged and swung!

"Take that, villain! And that and that!"

D-Molisher just looked at her.

"Are you on drugs?"

Alexandra looked at him back. then she reached down between her big bazooms and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

"Hold on, here... party of the first part... second part, got it...

"Ah! Here it is!

"Party of the first part shall receive (1) bitchin' costume, comprising of chort white cape, impossibly-tight bodice, really teeny red skirt...

"That's it? What about powers?! No powers?!"

"Well, how 'bout that?" D-Molisher said, bringing back his fist.

"Ohhhh, shit."

Pow!

D-Molisher socked Alexandra Marvel in the jaw, sending her flying into a nearby alley. She bounced off the wall, then off a conveniently-placed kitchen sink, then fell over a table and flipped upside-down into a cement wall.

D-Molisher thought she looked so pretty hanging there that he punched her in her red panties, crunching her into the wall. Alexandra sighed and rolled her eyes, knocked out.

"Okay, so that takes care of - "

Boom! A second bolt of lightning stuck!

He sighed. "Oh good grief, now what?"

A tall redhead with impossibly-huge hooters struggling to be contained by her costume pranced into view. her tiny red skirt barely covered her panties, and was tighter than her skin.

Think I'm exaggerating? She can sit down in her skin, but she can't sit down in that skirt.

She put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest.

"I'm Nikki Marvel, and you are history, you bad man!"

D-Molisher paused.

Wait a minute - you weren't on 'Baywatch'."

"Well," she said haughtily, arching back so her tits stuck out even more. "I should have been."

"Ya got a point. Two of them, in fact."

"Besides, this is Yasmine's vacation - she's getting her boobs rotated and balanced."

The man in black paused.

"Wait. Wait a minute. You mean you're the - "

"Yessss," she half-moaned and half-hissed. "The Substitute Mary Marvel Should Have Been On Baywatch Emergency Legion of Super Heroines.

"And," she took up a fighting stance, "I'm going to beat you up."

Sock!

She stood there, looking at her fist.

"Here we go again," sighed D-Molisher, who decided to live up to his name. He used Nikki's big broad braless breasts as speedbags.

Wappidawappidawappidawappidawappidawappidawappidawappidawappidawappida!

Nikki stood in shock as D-Molisher knocked her knockers up, down, left, right, diagonally...

"Uh! Oh! Oohh! Ungh! Ooooooooo!"

She groaned a low groan as the man in black hit her big boobs so hard they temporarily were knocked inside out.

She stood there for a moment, then her tits popped out again.

Pop. Pop.

And she dropped (and bounced twice), knockered unconscious - and then some.

"Geez, now I'm really worked up - I'm never going to get to sleep now."

"Oh, yes, you will!"

D-Molisher groaned and put his hand over his eyes. "Now what?"

Traci Bingham stood at the entrance to the alley, a lightning-emblazoned red dress plastered to her big brown breasts (note: this adventure takes place after her boob job. really. Look it up. Her first season, she's okay, but her second, yowza!). '

"Sigh. The black girl thing again. It's always 'the black girl', isn't it?"

No, it isn't. I just mentioned your big brown breasts. You're the one with the 'black girl' thing going on.

D-Molisher looked around. "Who the hell are you talking to?"

"I'd say, exposition, but we already beat that joke into the ground in the other contest story."

The man in black sighed.

"Took you long enough to get here," he said sullenly.

"What, oh, sure, bring in a ringer from another show. She gets to strut out here second - I've been workin' my butt off, shee right. I was waitin' for her to get her ass beaten like a red-headed stepchild, you know?

"Now," she grinned and cracked her knuckles, "Time for Traci Marvel to kick yo' ass!"

D-Molisher paused, then gestured to her to walk into the alley. It was a friendly gesture, and he was genuinely pleasantly smiling.

"Look," he said pleasantly. "You don't... really have any powers, do you? Just the outfit and an attitude?"

"How d'ya know that?"

"I read the story so far," he shrugged. "Now, look, sweetheart, I'm about as powerful as Mary Marvel herself. I don't wanna keep beating on you girls, so I'm just going to walk out of here, boldly and cool, and - "

"What, you don' wanna fight the black chick? Is that it?"

"Wh- no, I - "

"You don' wanna fight the black chick! That's it! You fight the white girlies just fine, but you - "

At which time D-Molisher picked her up and stuffed her headfirst into a trash can.

Uuuukkk!"

Her cute red skirt fell away, revealing yellow panties at the top of her long brown legs.

"Hey! You think you're so smart? You think you're gonna get away with that? This is one black chick who's gonna kick your - "

D-Molisher sighed. "First girl, I knocked her out in the face. The second, the tits. Guess where number three gets it?"

Traci Marvel stopped flailing her legs and spouting out gibberish, and paused.

"Uh, oh."

D-Molisher's fist slammed into Traci's yellow-spandexed pussy with enough force to knock her into the can - and knock her out.

"OOO-ooohhhh...."

Note: the above heroine is solely responsible for her own annoying accents and incompetence in fighting and does not represent any race, creed, sex or political party. Thank you.

"That," said D-Molisher, "Was vaguely unsatisfying."

WHOP!

A small fist crashed into his head, sending him flying!

D-Molisher shook his head. There at the entrance to the alley stood a buxom, nubile brunette (nubile meaning, of marrying age. She's a woman. A young woman, but a woman. Ok?) clad in a tight red minidress and white cape. A bolt of lightning cascaded over her full but not obnoxiously so chest, and long white legs extended toward the ground.

"Mary Marvel - the real one!"

"Yes!"

"Uh... say... why did you have these bimbos show up? They're just normal gals in tight skirts!"

"Yes, well," Mary sighed, "I didn't read my crimefighting contract too closely. My bad."

"I'll say," said D-Molisher. "I haven't even done anything yet."

Mary lowered her fists a bit. "No bank robberies?"

"Nope."

"No causing mass destruction?"

"Nuh uh."

Mary hesitated.

"Oh - oh yeah? How about assault?" she said, gesturing to the unconscious girls in tight tight miniskirts.

"What, I can't defend myself?" he shrugged. "They attacked me - with no provocation, I might add."

Mary Marvel unclenched her fists and landed in front of D-Molisher.

"Uhh... well, gee, D-Molition - "

"That's D-Molisher," he gently corrected her.

"D-Molisher. I feel just terrible about this."

"Ah, that's okay," D-Molisher said. "Wasn't your fault."

"Well, golly, I certainly can't wallop you if you haven't committed a crime. Bad fashion sense isn't a crime."

"Hmm..." D-Molisher said thoughtfully.

"What?"

"Tell you what," D-Molisher said, placing a big hand on her shoulder. "I'd hate to see you come out all this way again... and I'd hate to waste my time beating up those bimbos again... "

"How about I commit a crime, right now, and save us both the bother?"

Mary looked dubiously around the alley.

"I dunno - what crime could you commit around here?"

"Well... there's always... "

He gently put his other hand on Mary's shoulder -

Then visciously rammed his knee straight up into her unprotected crotch!

"Wooooooouuuuuggggghhhhhkkkkk!"

Mary's eyes bulged as her cute muff was D-Molished!

".... assault and battery!" D-Molisher crowed as Mary gurgled and gasped.

G-golly, she winced as D-Molisher lifted her head by the hair, t-that hurts!

The big man thudded his fist into her nubile, ample chest - boom boom boom!

Mary whimpered as her soft breasts were socked solidly, so much so that her bouncing boobies tore right through her tight top!

Ohh.... if only she wasn't blinded by the pain in her pussy!

"Uhh!" she cried out as a left slammed into her jaw.

"Oof!" she cried out as a right knocked her head the other way.

This... couldn't be happening... she was the World's Mightiest Girl... he had to be...

"I'm as strong as you are, sweetcakes," the D-Molisher said. "I just took you by surprise!"

"Thanks...ugh!... for clearing that up... "

"No problem," he replied, socking her in the stomach.

"Whuuuuggghhhh!"

Mary stood nearly out on her feet, her head reeling back and forth, her arms hanging limply at her sides.

She was all but finished.

"Ooo-ooo-ooohhhh..."

The big man in black held her chin up with one hand, and spun the other in a circle, like Popeye.

"See? Now I have committed a crime - and I'm about to commit another one."

"Kn-knocking... me... out?"

"That."

Kpow! D-Molisher let loose with his punch, right in her milk-white milk cartons!

"Ohhhhh!" Mary moaned as she crashed into the cement wall behind her.

For a moment, she stood, shakily, her back to the wall...

Then darkness finally claimed her, and she slid down the wall - unvictorious, unmoving, and unconscious.

D-Molisher slapped his fist into his palm, then leaned down and picked up Mary Marvel by her alabaster orbs.

"And kidnapping."

D-Molisher stepped back and viewed his handiwork.

Mary Marvel sat unconscious on a wooden chair, her arms pinned behind her and her legs spread apart. Black rope ran across the top of her nice white breasts, and around her waist. It also ran in a kind of diamond pattern down the front of her pretty red dress - or what was left of it, at least; she had taken quite a pounding.

The diamond shapes were pulled at the corners by more black rope, and a final diamond ended with its point purposefully placed in her pussy. The rope's knot kind of seperated her family jewels.

D-Molisher thought the whole thing looked pretty sloppy, and it did.

He sighed - he had only earned a C in knot tying when he went to villain school.

He sighed again as he looked around the area that served as his base. Other villains had real bases, with real garages filled with starships and real labs filled with PsuedoInfinity guns.

He had a warehouse.

Here he had a superheroine, one of the toughest out there (though in using said powers she was rather a pansy) and had beaten her up fair and square (well, as fair and square as a villain would allow) and now that he had her on the ropes (literally!) and was about to finish her off -

In a warehouse.

How gauche.

"Oooh-hh-hh... " Mary Marvel moaned.

"'Bout time you woke up, honey," D-Molisher cracked. "I thought you'd gone into hibernation."

"Uhhh... ohhhh.... wh-wha - hit me?"

"That would be me."

"Uuuuhh... and you... tied me up... "

D-Molisher shrugged. "It's kind of de rigeur, you know? As is the fact that you are tied up with... uh... wait a sec, here it is... "

He cleared his throat and read from a 3x5 card.

"... unbelievium cord, the strongest material known to comic books, strong enough to keep you helpless... yada yada yada."

"It looks like rope, painted black."

"Hence the term, unbelievium," sighed the man in black.

"It still looks like rope painted black," Mary frowned. "Look, I can break it easily with my arm - UUUUGGGHH!"

Mary cried out as D-Molisher unleashed a wicked blow to her head.

Her head bobbed and weaved, her eyes crossed, and her tongue hung out, all the while pretty stars and cuckooing birds fluttered around her head.

"I call that my Cocoa Puffs punch," snickered D-Molisher. "It'll keep you cuckoo enough so I can retie you -this time in real rope!"

The man in black quickly wrapped the rope several times around her wrists and ankles.

Mary started to come out of it...

Until he fastened an alligator clip to her right nipple.

"Aaaoooww!" she wailed. "What are you - aiiieeeee!"

She screamed and flopped forward as he fastened another clip to her other tit.

"Hurts, don't they?" D-Molisher chuckled. "These drain your power into a battery - and out of you!"

Then he tugged at her twat, through her red panties, and fastened a clip to each of her lips.

"Uhhhhh... OOOHHhhh... you had to drain me... through my beaver?"

"Not really. That's just me being an asshole.

"Now - "

This man is not D-Molisher, but a stunt double! Always use safety goggles or a stunt double, whichever is cheaper, when finishing off a superheroine! Back to our program!

"-- feel my Mask of Unconsciousness!"

"Ooofffk! It feels... like a plastic bag!"

"Po-TATE-o, po-TAHT-o."

"Uuummmffhhhh... "

Mary's head dropped forward onto her bosom, her eyes closed.

"Yessss!" D-Molisher raised his fists into the air.

"Now, in true supervillain fashion, I must leave her tied up and helpless, but not quite finished, so if she has a top-secret escape plan she can use it!"

Wait a minute - you're leaving? Now?

"Did you not read my exposition above?"

But... she's tied with regular rope! With a plastic bag over her head?

He shrugs. "hey, it's the supervillain code."

Hell, even I could get out of this one!

"Do you want to find out?" he asks, menacingly.

No, no. That's quite all right.

"Thought so."

Ahem. So...

D-Molisher goes off to, I dunno, grab a latte, leaving Mary Marvel tied to a chair, her powers being drained out of her (allegedly) by clips to her tits and twat, a plastic bag over her head -

"That's 'Mask of Unconsciousness'!"

Fine. Whatever.