I was inverted. My big legs spread and opened, flopping over his shoulders. He held me around the waist, squeezing and sweeping my limp arms against the floor. He bit my cunt and shook me again and again. He squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter.

VALHALLA.

The word passed through my mind. The Norse kingdom of the dead. This is where the magic-users said I would go if I was killed using my powers and carrying out “the good”.
My mind went there for a moment, then back to my killer. Back to his brain. Back to his thoughts.

“You haven’t,” I said.

He took his mouth from my sex and snarled, “What?”

“You want to know that you have defeated me. You haven’t faced me yet. When you beat me earlier, I was taken off-guard and shot with a drug by Vixen.”

I was only speaking the truth. I couldn’t challenge him.

He spun me around and held me up by the hips.

“I’m reading your thoughts. Part of you wants to know you can beat me in a fair fight. This isn’t one. My mind is not my own.”

Still holding me up like a toy, he howled with outrage and shook me again.

“You’re right!”

He called for Vixen. He screamed for her. Casually, she walked from Alley Kat’s still form and crossed her arms in front of him.

“Yes, Gamemaster?” she sighed.

“Release her mind.”

“Did I hear you right?”

“I need to really win this game!”

Another sigh. A pause. A needle went into my neck.


Squared Circle

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I awoke things had changed. I could still feel my ability to fly and use energy pulses hampered, but my strength and reason had returned. I was stretched on the floor in what I figured was an old abandoned warehouse. Birds fluttered in and out of the ceiling’s gaping holes and water dripped down rusted walls. Outside, there was the sound of lapping waves. She’d taken me to the docks.
As I began to rise, I saw the scene she had created. She must have had Gamemaster move old car parts, forgotten lumber, oil drums, twisted metal, anything they could find, to the warehouse floor to form a rough square. I was in the center of it. Untied. Alone. Outside of it, Vixen conversed with some people who, only a moment’s foggy contemplation allowed me to see were Scylla and Charibdis. They were in their leathers and happily chatting with Vixen. She’d obviously invited them to the show while I was out.
Something told me to look above. Hanging from the rafters, her ankles in ropes, her thighs in chains, her body crisscrossed by tight wires, and her wrists in shackles from which she was suspended, was Alley Kat. Her body was dangling and seemed to sway slightly. She was blindfolded.

“Ah, the bitch is awake,” said Vixen.

“Just who we wanted to see,” smiled Scylla.

“Once she’s dead, let’s start on the Kat.” There was a huge smile on Charibdis’ face as he said it.

I had just gained my feet when Gamemaster came leaping into the ring. He kicked me in the stomach, driving my wind out. I fell to my knees, only to catch another kick in the face. I sprawled to the floor.
Pain.

“Get up, Gold! Don’t disappoint my friends! They want you to die well!”

I made as if I was going to get up, then turned it into a knee-down spin kick. I used super speed and strength, a golden blur that hacked into his knee joint and brought him down in a screaming avalanche of muscle. I decided to overcome his strange healing powers by just attacking and attacking.
I attacked the knee with a claw hand, tearing muscle and sinew again. He screamed, but at the same time lashed out an open hand, snapping my head to the side and sending me sailing. My audience applauded as I struck the ground and let out a deep grunt. Still screaming in pain, he pounced on me. One huge hand closed around my throat. The other shook my breasts then pinned my right arm to the ground.
He squeezed.
He closed off my air.
Long, muscular and large-breasted, my body was being crushed by the sheer weight and strength of his body. My lungs burned and I could feel my face redden with trapped blood. Their applause rang in my ears.

“FINISH HER OFF!”

He was rubbing his thickly erect crotch against my belly.

“Crush her!”

Alley swayed gently in her chains and ropes.

“Now!”

I was dying.

With the Simplicity of a Razor

“I’m going to fuck your dead body!” he snarled.

Two fingers. Sometimes it’s the simple, ruthless, things that solve your problems. When we fought Magick, she defeated us with one simple word.

“Sleep.”

When her lips finished forming the words Thunder, Mystic, Arachnae and me all lay in a heap. One simple word, and we were helpless.
One simple movement, and the world can come crashing down.
I taught Gamemaster that.

Two fingers.
One for each eye.
Driven by superhuman strength.
I simply drove my fingers through the Gamemater’s eyes ... into his brain. Now there was nothing for Vixen to control. His blood ran over me in torrents and his hand spasmed around my windpipe, but he was done. I pushed the mess off of me and slowly stood. My costume was in shambles, I was splattered in blood and dirt., but I stood.
I looked to the three of them.

“Next?”