6/13/01 – Mars Lovely
NOTE: The following story contains elements of an adult
nature, and those less than 18 years of age, or those who are offended by
bondage, non-consensual sex, bondage, rape and torture should read no further. All characters are the creation of the
author.
Rachael, in her first combat
experience in the Marionette Armor System (MAS) or MASsy for short, had
completed underestimated her opponent.
Both she and her safely
distant Operator had assumed that being immersed in the pool would negate
Plasmatrix’ flames. As Plasmatrix
stepped out of the water, the MASsy control bindings propelled Rachael from the
walkway above to the concrete floor some 60 feet below.
Rachael was still amazed how
the metal straps of the MASsy suit, and their microscopic nano circuitry, had
restored her mobility, but at the cost of being a passenger in her own
body. Her Operator, an unknown voice
that communicated to her through her headpiece controlled her actions.
Rachael had been paralyzed
during a vicious assault two years past when she tried to defend herself
against another Meta-human woman who called herself Hardcore. After the attack and her paralysis she had
received a mysterious package with the suit and after a crash course in Super
Heroine-ing, became the fledging crime fighter MASsy.
“We can do this the easy
way,” her Operator spoke by manipulating her vocal cords, “or we can do
this the fun way…” Rachael sighed mentally. Whoever the Operator was, he had a flair for the dramatic, and
wasn’t afraid to make her say the corniest things.
“The Special Tactics Unit is
moving in as we speak.” Rachael asserted her own voice, “and as wet as you are,
I’d hate to have to exercise my unfair advantage when pounding you into the
ground!” She reached out and wrenched
the metal pole, with Plasmatrix’ robe hanging from it, loose from it mooring,
bent it in half, then threw it past the villianess, into the pool.
Unimpressed, Plasmatrix
flipped her reddish black hair back to one side and ran her hands along to
squeeze out some of the water. She ran
her hands from the sides of her chest, down past the blue bikini top, along her
hips in a sensuous, but futile motion to wipe away some token amount of
water. She paused, looking at the five
foot ten inch heroine, smiling in approval of the revealing black suit Rachael
wore, little more then a shiny one-piece bathing suit itself.
The MASsy straps encircled
her arm in parallel silver bands and large bracelets. Her legs were covered in what might appear to be matching
metallic stockings and a garter belt.
Her blue goggles completed the visible portion of her costume. Invisible to the naked eye, a fine mesh of
nano circuitry covered her body. This
circuitry transmitted the impulses to move her paralyzed limbs. It gave her some degree of protection from
physical damage by a low level force field it generated, more to protect it,
then her. It also enhanced her
strength, speed, and reflexes, giving her tremendous fighting and acrobatic
skills.
Plasmatrix’ eyes flashed
red. Instantly the water on her skin
evaporated as a gaseous cloud of flame swirled to life around her. Small columns of red, yellow and orange
flames danced around her lithe form, like miniature solar flares bursting from
the surface of the sun, only to be pulled back by the gravity of it. “It isn’t fire you know,” she spoke to MASsy
in an unconcerned tone, “it’s a psychogenic manifestation of plasma, much, much
hotter then any ordinary fire.”
Rachael winced from the heat
emanating from her foe. There was a
burst of static, as scrambled, frantic voice of her Operator tried to
communicate with her.
“The” crackle
“ma is jam” static “-ming my signal…”
Rachael noticed that her
body was beginning to stagger, hunching over as gravity began to pull her down
without the suit’s neural commands to stay up right.
“Oh shit!” Rachael swore to
herself, uselessly trying to maintain her balance.
A wave of bright plasma
flowed out from the villianess’ outstretched hand, quickly wrapping itself
around Rachael. The Operator’s voice
was completely drowned out in white noise, as the heroine mentally shirked from
a phantom sensation of burning. She
knew that she wouldn’t actually feel the pain of being burned, but it was a
basic human instinct to try to pull away from the flame.
She feel to the concrete
floor, her MASsy suit somewhat writhing from errant signals being sent through
its system by the intense heat. Rachael
tried to stifle any cries that her most primitive psyche thought her should be
feeling from the flames.
Plasmatrix look
puzzled. She had expected a little more
of a fight from the heroine. Her shroud
of plasma twirled and tweaked at her skin playfully rubbing her body like a lover. She never quite understood why, but her
flames seemed to spend as much time arousing her as they did scorching her
enemies. Before the flames had done any
serious damage to the incapacitated opponent, Plasmatrix decided to have some
fun with her.
Even as the spirals of
plasma fire gently rubbed her nipples and washed between her legs and along her
backside, she mentally changed the nature of her attack. The plasma instantly lost its heat on the
heroine. It began to caress her body as
it did its mistress’. Like a small
animal it wandered across Rachael’s twisting body. It reached up and lightly ran tendrils of red and yellow across
the exposed cleavage, even as another tendril worked its way lower, over her
silver garter and across the thin black material that covered her unfeeling
private area.
The villianess smiled again,
as Rachael’s muffled cries of pain turned to low moans. Rachael was almost unaware of it at first,
but her body was covered with a tingling sensation. Nerves, which could no longer deliver sensations to brain, seemed
to be doing just that. A warm feeling
filled her being as Plasmatrix’ flames licked at her neck and ears.
Rachael’s eyes shot
open. “How, how can I be feeling
this?” She wondered for a moment
before the sensation of complete sexual arousal overwhelmed her.
“My plasma can do so much
more then burn,” she paused thinking for a moment “MASsy – wasn’t it?”
MASsy rocked back and forth,
still from the suit’s misfiring of nerve impulses. It looked as if she was responding to the flames of her opponent.
“That was the name I saw in
the paper wasn’t it? Odd name if you
asked me,” she looked at the heroine who was lost in ecstasy, ”but to each their
own I guess…”
She bent down, lowering her
face close to the prone woman. Small wisps
of flame leapt directly from Plasmatrix’ lips to Rachael’s, lapping at her like
a lover’s tongue.
“My fire can reach your
soul, MASsy, it can tickle your mind and enflame the most carnal desires in anyone!”
Rachael, in a momentary
flash of rationality realized that the fires were mentally stimulating her more
so then physically, which explained the pronounced effect they had on her. She had been a healthy 22-year-old college
student before the accident, with an equally healthy sex life. That had abruptly disappeared, until now.
“But it can also scorch your
soul as well…”
For a moment all the
incalculable pleasure that was surging through her body turned to burning
pain. As if she had been doused in
acid, every fiber of Rachael’s body screamed in agony. Then the pain subsided.
The flame withdrew, and
Rachael heard the Operator’s voice coming back again. She couldn’t make out the questions he was asking over the jumble
of sensations that were slowly draining away.
A small, nearly invisible
disc that had floated down from above them distracted Plasmatrix. It positioned itself several yards away from
her, on the far side of her victim.
“Hello, what’s this?” Thinking it was a new weapon from the
Special Tactics Unit, Plasmatrix prepared to incinerate the disc before it
could act against her.
To her surprise, the right
fist of MASsy lashed up from the ground, burying itself into her stomach. Plasmatrix doubled over in pain and surprise
and found herself face to face with the heroine again. Looking into Rachael’s eyes, she could see a
terrible sadness, a desire to return to the bliss, but the left hand followed a
crushing chop to the villianess’ shoulder and neck.
Stunned by the sudden attack
and contradictory longing in her opponent’s eyes, Plasmatrix only stood slowing
as MASsy leapt to her feat.
Rachael mouthed silently,
but clearly to her “I don’t want to do
this” with that same dejected look in her eyes. A powerful standing sidekick sent Plasmatrix flying backwards
into the pool.
Where a film of water hadn’t
been enough to stifle her plasma flames, an Olympic sized pool full of water
was enough break her concentration momentarily. The water instantly turned to super heated steam. Where the temperature didn’t affect
Plasmatrix, the sudden lack of oxygen rendered her completely unconscious
within only a minute.
The remaining inches of
water posed no drowning threat to the unconscious villianess. MASsy leapt into the pool. Her right hand came to Plasmatrix’ chest. Two tiny needles launched from the wrist
guards and sunk into Plasmatrix’ right breast.
A nerve toxin rendered the villianess unconscious and paralyzed for then
next few hours. It was one of the
little ironies, and a paraplegic super heroine would paralyze her defeated opponents
for the police.
Subtly, Rachael willed the
left hand to caress Plasmatrix’ cheek.
“Thanks for the…” she thought about what it was exactly that she was so
thankful for ”…sex.”
MASsy leapt back out of the
pool, then executed a number of jumps and flips to return to the catwalk above,
moments before the Special Tactics Unit arrived. They hauled Plasmatrix from the pool, slapped a neutralizing
collar around her next and dragged her off to the waiting vehicles. Plasmatrix would be heading to the Biowulf
Labs, the government contracted solution to the Meta-human problem.
Rachael asked her Operator.
“What the hell happened there?”
“Her plasma created
enough interference that I lost contact with the suit, so I maneuvered your
relay disc to a point where I could directly beam to you, cutting through the
interference.”
Rachael looked at the
translucent disc hovering above her. It
always remained there, floating quietly pulling the electronically transmitted
strings to her MAS. She didn’t bother
to correct Operator’s wrong assume about what she was asking. Obviously, his bio readings of her body must
have been scrambled too, or he’d be asking just what could have driven her
brain to such heights of activity.
“Well, now that Special
tactics has her, do you think she’ll every get to trial, get to jail…come back
after us?” she asked Operator, secretly longing for another encounter.
“Well, if Biowulf has her, chances are she’ll never see trial, but it is a safe bet that she’ll be around again, or at least her powers will be….”
MASsy made her way out of
the grand pool area of the luxury hotel, and quietly disappeared into the city,
letting the suit guide her back to her apartment, while her mind replayed the
events, remembering Plasmatrix’ unwitting gift to her. Maybe we’ll meet again, she hoped.