Last Quarter

Round two is always a major issue if you’ve been defeated. Meeting a villain after being beaten once is a tricky one. You hope that you’ve learned from your defeat. Dominatrix beat me once, chaining me to a Saint Andrew’s cross, torturing me and leaving me for dead. The second time, I was prepared for her energy weapons and turned the tables on her. That was our last meeting. On the other hand, I’ve never been able to defeat Succubus. Our second, third, and each round beyond has ended with me as her slave.
Scylla and Charibdis have had me a few times, but I’ve been able to meet and match them more than once. They’re tough and dangerous, but I’ve learned their tricks and I been able to beat them and foil their plans more than once.
Of course, learning a villain’s style doesn’t guarantee victory. Arachnae and I knew everything there was to know about Rakshasa, but we still ended up being tossed around like dolls. We still ended up being smashed against walls and battered against each other like weapons. We still finished the fight being strangled into cold, black submission, one of his claws on each of our throats, our booted feet dangling above the floor. We still ended up strapped to his alters.
Thunder has never been able to beat the mysterious organization called CROSS. Each time they have met, they have rapidly drained her powers, then beaten her mercilessly nunchucks and bo staffs. The last time they had her, the silent black-masked men weighted her down and tossed her into a clear vat of water so that they could watch her drown. She is also a favorite of Domden, the body breaker. Instead of crushing her bones to pulp, he enjoys taking her, her brown body tied lengths of rope and a ball or bit in her mouth, to secluded places. There, he feeds on her as an energy source. “The purest energy,” he gloats as she weakens.
Now was round two with Gamemaster and I was already a puppet.
As the Gamemaster moved to take me, Vixen stopped him.

“Wait,” she smiled. “I have one important thing to do.”

I had heard this about Vixen. When Scorpio was beaten and captured by the Yakuza in Tokyo, they sold her to Vixen. Strapped to a table on her yacht, Scorpio lay helpless as Vixen drained a vile of blood from her arm. She carefully labeled it, them turned to her other captive - Zanshin. The lovely Tokyo crime fighter was another gift from her Yakuza pals. Pinned under bands of steel and mesmerized, the black-and-purple clad Asian was also drained of a vile.
As she did the same to me, I looked over and saw her collection. SCORPIO. MS. FREEDOM. THUNDER. ALLEY KAT. Now I joined the collection. GOLD.

“There,” she smiled popping it safely in its place. She turned to Gamemaster “Now she’s all yours.”

I slowly turned my head to see the salivating brute who’d beaten me already. His thoughts came through to me. Anger. Pain. Sex. The steroids had reduced him to an animal. He was looking at my body, wanting to have me, wanting to tear me apart.

“Destroy me,” I heard myself say.

Again I was lifted into the air. My long body was limp, dead weight as he did a clean and jerk with me, then dropped me down across his knee. I let out a guttural gasp of pain, my arms and legs shook, my breasts quivered. He lifted me and did it again. And again. And again.

“I’m killing you,” he exalted.

“Yes.” I had nothing left. Vixen’s process had worked as well as Succubus’ s powers. I was a toy.

“I’ve mastered this game!”

“Yes, master.”

He now lifted me by my breasts and shook me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Vixen calmly running tests on her sister. My destruction was no real consequence to her.

Again he screamed and shook me like a toy. “I’ve mastered you, Gold!”