The Saga of Stella #10:
The Death of Gregg Stanley!
The Minx faces her greatest challenge yet with… The Death of Gregg Stanley!
Plus Stella in the clutches of the Moon Witch!
A modern-day epic sure to be a classic!
Marcus Lycus
March 2008
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Issue 10 – The Death of Gregg Stanley
The Minx stood on the north tower of the Conway bridge. The Green Golfer hovered above her, the unconscious body of her lover Greg Stanley in his hands.
“Let him go damn it. I’m the one you want Green Golfer. He hasn’t done anything.”
“Let him go? Fine by me!”
The Green Golfer gave the bound detective a shove, sending him tumbling off the Conway Bridge!
“Gregg NO!” The Minx screamed. Trained reflexes took over, her arm moved like a blur and a wire shot out of her bracelet aimed right at the falling detective’s leg.
“I’ve got to catch him, stop his fall before he hits the water! I’ve got to! I’ve got to!”
The wire wound around his ankle. The heroine braced herself against the impact. “Did it!”
There was a terrible SNAP.
Was it just the sound of the wire drawing taut? Or was it something else?
The mechanisms in her bracelet started to pull the wire back in. Her arm and legs were burning with the strain, it seemed to take forever. Finally his leg appeared over the side of the bridge, then his body and finally his head.
“Oh bracelet lines I love you! Not only am I the most stylish heroine on two legs, I…” Gregg didn’t seem to be moving.
“Gregg?” She asked. He definitely wasn’t moving. “GREGG!” She dropped to her knees cradling his body. She hugged his chest close to her face.
She felt his hand on her head, he ran his finger through her hair. He opened his eyes and kissed her.
“Hey doll, miss me?”
“Gregg! You’re OK! Oh thank God, I knew you would be all right but for a second there I thought… I thought…”
He smiled at her. “You thought right Foxy.”
“Huh?”
His head rolled to the side at an impossible angle. His eyes bugged out, his skin turned pale.
“I’m dead.” He croaked. “And you killed me.”
“No… no… no… NO!” She screamed.
And then she woke up.
***
It was like a nightmare! Stella felt like she’d been on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor for hours. And through it all the Moon Witch just sat at her table leafing through a spellbook, ignoring her captive. Stella wondered what would happen if she just stopped. Last time the Moon Witch had punished her but surely this time… After all Stella had saved her from the boggies right?
She put down the scrub brush and sat up.
For a long time the Moon Witch took no notice.
Finally Stella got to her feet and walked towards the door.
Without looking up, the Moon Witch waved her wand and said “Indbay Ellasay!” From corners of the room four rags shot out and wrapped themselves tightly around Stella’s wrists and ankles like strong hands. The slim blonde was dragged back to the bucket by invisible forces and pulled down to her knees. She struggled against them but the rags were like a puppets string’s forcing her to pick up the brush and dip it into the water again.
Stella sobbed.
The Moon Witch hummed a happy tune to herself.
***
The Green Golfer noticed the Minx was starting to stir but simply placed a gas ball under her nose. She muttered something but the chloroform did its work quickly and her eyes closed again. He smiled. Everything was going according to plan.
He hummed a happy tune as he pulled off the Minx’s coat. As usual the curvy crusader wore only her black silk underthings beneath her trademark mink. He licked his lips and started to pant when he saw those firm round breasts barely concealed by their black silk bra. They were tanned a healthy brown, he peeled down one silken cup and admired her breast in its uncovered state. He noticed the even tan line, indicating she was a woman who did not mind sunbathing nude.
“Heh… always knew you were a closet whore.”
He pulled off the diamond necklace and admired it in his hand. It represented both a fortune in jewels and a fortune in advanced weapons. He slipped it into a pocket. Her bracelets with their diamond-tipped grappling lines and cunning mechanisms vanished into another one.
Satisfied she was unarmed and helpless, he tossed the heavy, armored mink coat off the bridge into the river and wrapped his surprisingly strong arms around her slender form. He gave her bare shoulder and exploratory lick, her smooth skin was sweet, with just a taste of jasmine. The hover tee groaned a bit but was able to support both of their weight. He headed for the abandoned mini-golf course.
Gregg Stanley’s body he left to rot on top of the bridge.
***
“Tell me again about your world Cinder-Stella. Would I really be considered attractive?”
Stella was still on her hands and knees scrubbing the dusty wood floor. She rolled her eyes. This again? But she didn’t dare disobey.
“Yes of course…” she swallowed hard “…mistress. I think any man in my world would like you.”
“Men, pfft!” She dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. “What about the women?”
“The women? We um, we usually don’t think too much about that.”
“Come now, surely you must care.”
“Well we do, I mean like, women are always looking at what other women wear, or what they eat, or their hair or whatever, but it always like, goes back to men, what will men think of it.”
“How dreadful.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And what about me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Would men find me attractive? Despite my smooth skin, my full firm breasts and my graceful form?”
“Huh? Yeah, they’d go crazy for you. You’re even better looking than I am.”
“Me? Good looking. How perverse.” The Moon Witch cocked her head and smirked. “Though I must tell you my Serving Wench of the Stars, sometimes I too have strange desires… a perverse attraction for tall, thin golden haired women. I dare not tell my mother of course.” She gestured at the picture on the wall of the winkled hunch-backed, whisker-chinned old crone. “But those feelings are there. Queer isn’t it?”
“Um…” Stella really didn’t like where this was leading or how the Moon Witch was looking up her ragged skirt. The spell that transformed her into a Stellar Cinderella had not provided any underwear! “In my world it’s really only the men who um, are interested.”
“So tell me Stellar Maid, what would these men do? Would they tie me up? Drag me into the forest and rape me?” A strange smile crossed her face, as if she wasn’t entirely closed to the idea.
“What? No! They’d like, ask for your phone number, and send you flowers and give you gifts and stuff.”
“Ha! Now I know you are lying to your mistress!” The Moon Witch took out the wand.
“NO! No, really, they’d take you dates and then maybe if you liked them, then you could… y’know.”
“What fools the men of your world must be, not only do they find smooth skinned, firm breasted women attractive, but they lack the will to take the ones they want.”
“Um, yeah. Kind of strange I guess.”
“And what is it like? To lie with a man?”
“You mean… to do it?”
“Yes, tell me! I must know!”
“You mean you never…”
“What? Me? With a man? Of course not! I am a Moon Witch! I follow Mistress Hecate and Lady Artemis, I would never be defiled by the touch of a man. That is why you must tell what it is like. Is it as dreadful as it looks? Does it hurt? Or are you one of those women who actually enjoy it?” The witch leaned forward with the same expression on her face as a little boy asking to hear about a traffic accident. Stella felt really uncomfortable.
“Um, I’m really not the best person to answer, you see that’s why I came to see you, because of my powers-“
“So you don’t know.”
“I do but… for me it’s kind of different. Because of my powers you see, I could like, kill any guy I sleep with.”
“With your powers.”
“Yeah.”
“So here in my Midnight Realm?”
“That’s why I came I wanted to see if you have like a potion or something-mmph!” Another rag slithered like a snake and gagged the Girl of the Stars. The Moon Witch sat back thinking. She looked at some bottles and smiled.
“Well my Severing Wench of the Stars, I would greatly like to see what it is like to lie with a man.”
She raised her wand and…
***
The Minx woke up.
She tried move but her arms were chained at the wrists, her ankles as well. The November chill played across her bare flesh. She suppressed a shiver of fear and cold. Neither feeling was productive. She tried to take stock.
It was dark and the only light was from the full moon and a distant strip mall but she could make out enough. She was in an old miniature golf course. The one she’d identified earlier that evening. She offered herself a silent, but pointless, congratulations.
Her coat was gone. As was her necklace and her bracelets, leaving her almost unarmed and almost naked.
She wore only her lacy black bra (one cup had been pulled down, exposing her left breast), her bikini-cut, black, silk panties her silky black fishnet stockings and her pair of high-heeled black leather boots. Her domino mask was her only other article of clothing.
Her wrists and ankles were chained. She’d been spread-eagled on a larger-than-life plaster statue of Night Fox. His plaster crotch was jutting into her ass. She didn’t appreciate the feeling or what it forshadowed.
About fifty feet ahead the Green Golf teed up a ball and swung. It bounced off her aching head painfully.
“OW!”
“Good, good, I see you’re up Foxy. And I must say you’re looking ravishing tonight. And soon you’ll look ravished.” He laughed at his own joke.
“Why’d you do it Arnold? You know you can’t get away with this.”
“Can’t I? Night Fox is retired, you’re all alone Foxy.”
“My partner-“ Gloria hated to bring up Stella, hated the thought she might have to be rescued again but she had to know what Arnold’s plans were.
“We’re in an open field. That statue you’re chained to is loaded with 300 pounds of TNT and wired to a radar. If your partner tried to come anywhere near here you’ll be blown to kingdom come. So I’d be a bit careful about calling for help.”
The Minx swallowed. So the easy solution was out. “Glad I asked.” She said miserably. A bit more miserably than she felt. But she knew the more helpless she seemed, the more likely it was the Green Golfer would make a mistake. “So now what? Are you just going to leave me up here?”
“Oh I have plans for you, big plans, 18 holes worth. But first some practice drives to loosen both of us up.” He teed up a trick ball and swung. “Fore!”
“OW!” Gloria yelled. The ball was lined with razor-sharp blades, it had cut through one bra strap and drawn blood.
There was no reprieve though. “Fore!” Another ball shot at her, grazing her hip. The left side of her bikini-cut panties flopped down uselessly. A bit more blood flowed.
“Fore!” Gloria winced as the next ball severed her other bra strap. Both cups fell exposing her breasts to the cold night air.
“Fore!” Gloria’s hips twitched as her panties were cut on the other side. A light breeze made them fly away.
“Fore!” The Green Golfer bounced a shot off the windmill so that it flew sideways in front of the bound heroine landing a bra cup, the extra weight made the black silk undergarment fall to the ground. The Minx was now nude except for her boots, stockings and mask.
The Green Golfer lowered his club and admired the view. He pointed to the side, a camera was filming every minute of it.
“I was thinking I might go into the triple-X business after this. How does ‘The Rape of the Minx’ sound for my first feature?”
The Minx swallowed. She needed a plan and needed one fast.
***
“Reefay Eniesgay!” The Moon Witch said and flicked her wand. The enchanted rags on Stella’s arms jerked and yanked her to her feet. Her wrists came together and the two rags intertwined. They forced her to raise her arms and arch her back seductively. Stella wondered what fiendish plan her mistress had in mind for her. The gag in her mouth made it impossible to ask.
Across the room two bottles started to shake. The corks popped and clouds of red smoke emerged from one, green smoke from the other. The clouds grew thicker and thicker, forming into roughly man-shaped clouds. Then suddenly the smoke was gone and in its place were two naked men.
Using the term ‘men’ roughly of course. Both were 7 feet tall, muscular and hairless. One had dark red skin, the other dark green, both had pointed ears and fangs in their mouth. They were naked too, except for white loin cloths and iron collars. The dropped to their knees in front of the Moon Witch and said in unison “How may we serve you mistress?”
“Well my genies, I have a little job for you. I think you will enjoy it. You see this serving wench there?” The two looked hungrily as the helpless heroine. “I would like to see you pleasure her. Thoroughly.”
“Mistress?”
“Whatever you think she will enjoy. I would like to watch it. You may start now.”
The two genies grunted and nodded. They rose to their feet and walked around the blond serving wench. The red one lifted her ragged skirt and pinched her buttocks. The green one felt the muscles in her legs and arms and slapped her breasts hard.
“A bit small and fragile.” One said.
“But it has been a long time.” The other added.
“Well do try and be gentle with her, she would be hard to replace.”
“Mmmph!” Stella tried to object.
Suddenly the rags released her and she dropped to the floor in a heap. The two genies reached for her.
***
The Green Golfer reached for the Minx’s head. She twisted her neck away, a futile gesture but she couldn’t help. The thought of being touched by that… that killer! Made her skin crawl.
“OW!” She cried out in surprise. The Golfer had pulled off her domino mask, the shock of the spirit gum peeling off made her cry out.
“Why look who’s here, Gloria Barbarosa!”
“NO!” Gloria lowered her head, trying to get her hair to cover her face. Another futile but irresistable gesture. She moaned in misery. First Gregg now the Green Golfer. It was the second time in as many days the Minx had been unmasked! It was every crime-fighter’s nightmare! And even worse there was a camera running!
“I figured it had to be you. After you caught me at that costume party I bribed a waiter for a copy of Wes Adam’s guest list. There weren’t too many teenaged girls on the list, and the police chief’s daughter is kind of a natural for the role. I’ll make sure daddy gets a copy of your film debut.”
The Minx just spat at him.
“Course first I have to get you in the mood.” He took out a small plastic bag and shook it. The Minx could hear something metallic inside.
“What now?” She asked despite herself. The fear of the unknown outweighed her desire to remain silent. “Whips? Chains? Golf club sodomy?”
The Green Golfer laughed. “Don’t be so eager!” He hefted one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple, already hard from the autumn cold. “Of course with your reputation… The Wolf Pack says you’re quite the little minx you know.”
The Minx just snarled and twisted vainly trying to escape his sweaty palms.
The Golfer let go of her breast and reached into the bag, ‘click-click’. Despite herself the Minx’s curiosity made her look. It was a simple metal alligator clip, like you would find in any electronic store. Hardly the fearsome implement she expected.
“Not what you were looking forward to huh? But don’t worry, these will do the trick.” He clipped one to her left earlobe. Then her right.
They hurt a bit but it was bearable.
More clips followed. Two for her nipples. Four on her lips. Two in her nostrils. A clip squeezing down on each fingertip.
By then Gloria was squirming and wincing with the pain, gritting her teeth not to cry out. Each one hurt and together they were a symphony of pain. She tried to focus on something else; Pi to the 300th digit, the complete works of Shakespeare, an alphabetical list of dog breeds, anything, ANYTHING but the pain! She started to cry.
Through the pain she could feel his hands between her legs, running through her downy bush.
“No… not there…” She muttered. “Puh…” She bit her tongue to stop herself from saying ‘please’.
But if the Green Golfer heard he certainly wasn’t inclined to listen. His fat fingers pried her labial lips apart. CLIP! CLIP!
“AHHH!” The long-awaited scream finally came out.
But the Golfer wasn’t done yet. He pinched, forcing out the tip of her clitoris.
“No… for the love of God, please, I’ll do anything but don’t- AHHH!” A second scream tore from the Minx’s throat.
The Golfer took a step back to admire his work. The Minx’s magnificent body was squirming and writhing in pain. Her face was a grimace of agony and her breaths came in gasps. Her breasts shook back and forth, up and down.
He smiled.
“Not so fucking tough now are you Gloria? Not so fucking tough at all.” He punched her in the gut.
“AHH!”
***
“Ohhh….” Stella cooed. Her ragged dress was gone, just rags now and the two genies had made a human sandwich of her. The green one behind licking her back and rubbing her breasts while the red one in front kissed her neck and face while fingering her pussy. She had her arms around his muscular neck kissing him and nibbling one pointy ear. It had been months since that night with Astro Man, even longer since that space trip with Cavinu. She’d almost forgotten how good it could be just to be in the arms of a man, or men, or genies as the case may be. She could almost forget Lorelei sitting there watching with rapt attention.
Almost.
“Is that all there is?” The Moon Witch asked.
“No mistress, we have not even entered her as yet, this is mere foreplay, to prepare our smooth passage inside.”
“She seems uncomfortable.”
“Believe me mistress she is anything but.”
“Her face is so red.”
“That is natural mistress.”
“And her breathing is odd.”
“That is also natural.”
“Well continue then, I want to see everything.”
“”Puh-lease, no… don’t watch…” Stella moaned. “I can’t… if you watch.”
“Oh don’t mind me Serving Wench of the Stars, I’ll be as quiet as a mouse. Now penetrate her!” Lorelei commanded.
“NO!”
“Uh!”
“Uh!”
“Uh!”
Stella desperately bit down on the red genie’s shoulder to stifle her cries. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure through her while the green genie’s hands cupping her breasts and his tongue licking the back of her neck her hips were bucking, her toes curling. This wasn’t possible! These monsters were making her cum, in front of Lorelei like she was some kind of girl toy, some kind of slut. But it felt so good!
She started to cry.
The genie increased his tempo, turning her sobs into gasps. Finally Stella couldn’t stand it any more.
“Harder! Oh stars and comets don’t stop!”
Lorelei shook her head in disgust and rose from her chair.
“Terrible. Simply disgraceful. I will be in my chamber, bring her to me when you finish with her.”
“Yes mistress!” The two genies replied.
“N-no, please, don’t stop…” Stella begged. “Not so soon!”
“Don’t worry wench, we’ll not be done for you for a while yet.
***
Even in the most trying times the Minx’s mind never stopped working. A memory came back to her. She hadn’t thought of that day in years but her mind found it, saved for this very day.
“Gloria if you want to succeed as a crime fighter you must use your entire body as weapon.”
“You mean like with judo and karate?”
“I mean everything, even this.”
“Oh!”
“Let me show you…”
The Minx was crying now, tears flowing freely from the pain, the humiliation, and with a bit of an extra push from the corner of her mind that was still plotting a way out.
The Green Golfer was still laughing. “Now so smart now huh Foxy?”
The Minx’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her hips started to buck. Her sobs became moans. Juices began to flow.
The Golfer stopped laughing.
He sniffed.
Her put his hand between her legs and felt. He raised his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He licked them.
“Are you like, wet?”
“Uh! Uh!” She moaned, her arousal obvious despite the pain.
“Holy shit! You’re getting turned on!”
“Uh! Oh… please…”
“What the fuck?”
“It’s this… oh… being tied up… I can’t stand it… it makes me so hot!” The Minx whipped her head around and let loose a howl. “Please don’t make me beg!”
“Beg?” The Green Golfer sounded genuinely confused now.
“Oh please, please, fuh- fuck me! Take me now! Take me! It’s too much, the bondage, the humiliation, it’s making me so, so HOT!” The Minx howled again.
The Golfer’s confusion vanished. He unzipped his pants and unlocked the cuffs on her ankles.
***
The red and green genies hauled Stella up the stairs by her slender arms. Her head rolled limply and her hair dragged on the floor. Her hips and legs were still twitching. They pulled the barely conscious girl into her mistress’ bedchamber and dropped her on the floor. Lorelei was lounging on her bed reading a scroll and barely looked up. With a twitch of her wand she said “Eniesgay eturnray!” and the two genies vanished in puffs of smoke. But Stella just lay there.
“Tsk, this will not do. Ellasay tandsay!” Another twitch of the wand and Stella’s limbs jerked and she rose to her feet.
Shaking her head Lorelei circled the humiliated heroine. Stella skin was still flushed, hickies were forming on her neck and shoulders, her thighs were stained with fluids, her eyes red and puffy. ‘Sniff, sniff’ Lorelei wrinkled her nose at the man-stench on Stella’s body.
“Disgraceful. Leancay Ellasay!” She waved her wand again and Stella was surrounded by a spinning whirlwind. She was lifted an inch off the floor and then descended clean and fresh.
“You actually enjoyed that didn’t you?”
“Um… no?” Lorelei waved her wand disapprovingly and Stella changed her answer. “OK, OK, I did. It was… I mean, yeah, it was good.”
“Shameful, you’re one of those women aren’t you? One of those women who like to be fucked. By men.”
“I… yeah, I guess.”
Lorelei walked around the nude heroine again, inspecting every inch of her. “Tsk, tsk, such a waste.” She ran a long thin finger over Stella’s lips. “I remember those lips are quite talented.” She pinched Stella’s nipple, it was still engorged from her love-making. Stella gasped.
“You disgust me, writhing and gasping in a man’s arms, begging for more. I should discard you now, tie you to a tree for the boogies to have their way with you. You would enjoy that would you not?”
“No! Lorelei please!”
SLAP!
“I mean, please mistress?”
Lorelei nodded and turned on her heel. She climbed into her large straw bed and smiled. “Now come, attend to me.”
Stella swallowed hard and nodded. She looked the raven-haired woman’s luscious body. There were worse things after all. She put a leg on the bed.
“Oh but first there is one detail to take care of. I would not have your wanton ways reasserting themselves. Eltbay ppearaay!” Suddenly an iron chastity belt appeared and locked itself around the blonde heroine. She cried out in surprise from the feeling of cold iron on her pussy. Even after her marathon downstairs the feeling was quite arousing.
But her mistress was waiting. She climbed on top of Lorelei and started unlacing her tight black dress. She kissed her mistress’ breasts. She closed her eyes and just did it.
She still could not believe it had come to this.
***
The Green Golfer could not believe this! Yeah sure, there were stories, rumors, guys like the Haberdasher, the Candlestick Maker and the other 60s villains would tell tall tales about putting Night Fox Girl in deathtraps, or having their way with her but no one believed them. But here she was acting just like they said she would. Turned on by bondage and humiliation, begging him for sex, fucking him like a rabbit! Acting like some caricature in a Tijuana bible.
He’d yanked off the clips in his haste to get to her. Then he’d undone her legs and she’d immediately wrapped them around his generous waist, pulling him in.
He left her hands chained up course, he wasn’t dumb.
“Oh YES! Give it to me Golfer give it to me!” She howled again. He plunged as deep as his average-sized dick allowed. He could feel her strong thighs squeezing his hips, her luscious lips kissing his face, her hands running through his thinning hair.
Her hands?
The Minx delivered two chops, one on each side of the Golfer’s neck. He staggered back, she landed on one foot and delivered a powerful front-kick to his gut with the other. She pulled back the leg and assumed a fighting stance. For the first time that night she smiled
“Uh… how? I mean, what the fuck?”
In some ways it had been easy. With her legs free she just needed to free her hands. She’d pulled off the clips on her fingers, cut her palms open with her nails, dislocated her thumbs and slipped right out of the cuffs. Of course that left her bloody hands and useless thumbs but it was a price worth paying.
That was the easy part.
The hard part were the lies. Using her perfect memory to become aroused. Telling the Golfer what his perverted mind wanted to hear. That was the hard part.
But from here on out it would be easy.
The Golfer tossed a few smoke balls and bomb balls but the Minx easily knocked then aside with kicks and punches.
He reached for a club, the Minx was generous and let him actually grab it. Then she brought down her boot with enough force to break every bone in his hand. The Green Gofer screamed. The Minx smiled.
***
Stella was so horny!
She thought it was bad before she came to the Moon Witch’s realm but this was a whole new world of arousal.
The iron belt rubbed constantly against her pussy, every movement was titillating. During the ‘day’ (a slightly brighter twilight) she was put to work at countless menial tasks, fetching water from the well, weeding the thorny roses (which never seemed to bloom), and endless, endless cleaning. The Moon Witch would order her but otherwise barely acknowledged her presence. She saw the genies from time to time, dispatched on some errand by the witch but never even spoke to them.
At ‘night’ (a slightly darker twilight) she served the witch in her bed. Appling her mouth and fingers to her pleasure her demanding mistress. The Moon Witch was the most selfish of lovers, never offering so much as a kiss or a touch to her Serving Wench of the Stars.
Finally she couldn’t stand it any more.
“Mistress please!” She sank to her knees and wrapped her willowy arms around the Moon Witch’s leg. “Please mistress, I can’t stand it any more! Take off the belt, kiss me, give me to the genies, let me touch myself, please! Anything!”
The witch looked down on her serving wench and smiled. She ran her long fingers through Stella’s blonde hair, tenderly. The heroine felt a bit of hope rise her heart.
“Say you love me.” The witch whispered conspiratorially.
“I love you mistress!” Stella moaned. She pushed her iron-clad crotch against the witch’s leg trying to find some relief.
“Again.”
“I LOVE YOU MISTRESS!” Stella practically sobbed. She’d say anything if it meant some relief from her unending frustration.
The witch seemed to think for a moment, looking deeply into Stella’s pale blue eyes. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
“Mistress, I love you…” Stella whispered unprompted.
“Oh if only I could…” Lorelei took out her wand and waved it. “Peaksay ruthtay!” She said.
Stella had no idea what spell the Moon Witch had placed on her but felt some tingling in the back of her head.
“Say it! Say it again!” The young witch commanded.
“I…” Stella tried to say it. She tried to force her mouth to repeat those four words that had come so easily to her lips. But nothing happened. The tingling in the back of her head became a sharp pain. “I… mistress I… mistress I… I WANT TO GO HOME!” Stella sobbed. “I want to go home and never see you again! I never should have come here! Stars and comets please let me go…” She looked up at the witch.
Lorelei scowled.
“Ellaysay Opmay!” she screamed. Rags slithered up the blonde’s wrists and ankles dragging her downstairs and back to work. The Moon Witch watched the heroine disappear, her face a mask of rage. It was only when the blonde girl was gone that she started to cry.
Stella spent the rest of the ‘day’ compelled to mop the floors, her arms manipulated by the enchanted rags on her limbs, her cheeks burning in anger. That’s when she decided she had to do something.
Bright twilight turned to dark twilight and Stella was once again summoned to her mistress’ bedchamber. Lorelei’s rage seemed to be gone, once again she was just the mistress, and impish grin on her face. She lay back on the bed and unlaced her black dress.
“Well my Scullery Maid of the Stars, I think you know what to do.”
And Stella did. For hours.
“My, my you Cinder-Stella you certainly are enthusiastic tonight. Why you’ve quite exhausted me… I… Well maybe a little more… mmm…AH!”
But Stella continued, making the witch cum twice more until Lorelei was finally, deeply asleep. And snoring.
Stella picked up the wand from the floor where it had fallen. “How did that go again? Reefay Eniesgay?”
***
“Please! No more!”
The Minx ignored the Golfer’s pathetic whines and hit him with another high kick. She could feel his ribs crack from the impact. He staggered again, leaning against a giant plaster shoe, clutching his ruined hand.
“Who’s the tough guy now Golfer?” She demanded and scratched his cheek with her special nails, drawing blood. “Who’s the big scary villain?” She kicked him again and broke his knee, he sank down. “There’s still some clips around, maybe we can have some fun! This time you can tell me how bondage makes you horny!” She kicked him in the stomach and he doubled over spitting blood.
“Come on now, tell me how much you’re enjoying this you little shit! I can’t hear you!”
“Please Minx…”
“Mistress Minx!”
“Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“Mean to what? Kill Gregg? Torture me? Or just that you didn’t mean to actually let me get the upper hand?”
“I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me anymore, I beg you, please, I’ll do anything you want!” He sobbed like a girl. The Minx just looked at him in disgust. How could she have let this pathetic moron get the better of her? “Please… please… just take me back to jail, I promise I won’t tell anyone what I did to you… just don’t kill me please!”
The Minx chewed on that for a second. What was she going to do? Getting caught by the Wolf Pack was bad enough for her reputation, if anyone heard about tonight… But she couldn’t kill him? Could she?
Distracted for a moment she didn’t see the Golfer desperately working the gadget built into his watch. In his mind Arnold Nicklaus was laughing. This dumb broad wasn’t the only one who could lie. He saw his hover tee rise from the ground in response to his remote control. It rotated 90 degrees, its sharp point now aimed squarely at the Minx’s back.
The Minx decided. Whatever the cost she was going to do the right thing. Besides who’d believe a sorry old wreck like the Golfer anyway. “Get up scumbag, before I change my mind.”
The Golfer muttered something and staggered upwards. The Minx almost felt sorry for him, until she saw the smile.
She heard the whoosh of air behind her and somersaulted to the right, wincing at the pain in her hands.
The hover tee shot forward like a rocket, just missing the lithe adventuress and impaling the Golfer through the chest!
The Minx climbed painfully back to her feet and saw it.
“Oh crap.”
***
The Moon Witch opened her eyes and saw them. The red and green genies, they were looking at her naked body hungrily. She reached for her wand, it was gone. She pulled a blanket over herself for some meager defense.
“Looking for this?” Stella waved the wand a few times. “I remember you telling me you can’t even do the simplest spell without it.” She giggled.
“Eniesgay egonebay!” The Moon Witch yelled instinctively but nothing happened. “Ellasay beyoay!” She screamed desperately. Stella cocked her head and put the wand in her mouth like a lollypop. “Oppsie! I guess I have the power now. I don’t know how your magic words work but I bet these guys will be nice enough to help me out… Are you interested?” She pointed at the increasingly frightened witch. The genies nodded and clenched their fists.
“No, Stella, wait, I’ll let you go! I’ll let you go! You don’t know what you’re doing!”
“Oh shut her up will you.”
A green fist slammed into the witch’s cheek knocking her to the floor. Tangled in sheets and blankets she tried to crawl away but the red genie grabbed her by her long black hair and pulled her back to the bed. The green one punched her in the stomach and then the face. She stopped struggling.
The green one pulled her legs apart and aimed his erect member. The red one pried her mouth open and forced his own oversized dick down her throat.
“Come on! Come on! Make her cum!” Stella taunted. “Hey Lori look how red your face is now!”
The witch sobbed despite the red dick in her mouth. But her sobs became gasps and finally a muffled scream. Lynn sat back and smiled. “Gee Lorelei, I guess you’re one of those women who likes men too.”
The genies switched positions two or three times during the fuck-a-thon. Lynn quickly got bored and started thumbing through Lorelei’s books. She couldn’t read the weird language but there were lots of woodcuts of naked women dancing under the moon. Looking at them, watching Lorelei get fucked, the darn belt on her loins, it was just too much. Lynn reached inside her ragged dress and played with her breasts while wiggling her butt. Eventually she got some small bit of satisfaction and sighed.
At last the genies were spent. They tossed Lorelei’s exhausted body off the bed, she landed in a heap at Lynn’s feet. The blonde kneeled down and looked at the panting sobbing brunette. She waved the wand a few times in the witch’s face. “Now tell me how to get this stupid belt off and go home!”
The witch looked up at her with undisguised hate. Despite the exhaustion, despite the pain her hand shot out and plucked the wand from Stella’s grasp.
“Huh?” Was all the blonde had time to say before Lorelei yelled “Ecomebay oadtay!”
Stella flinched, expecting some terrible magic to hit her but nothing happened.
“Ecomebay oadtay! Ecomebay oadtay! ECOMEBAY OADTAY!” She screamed desperately. The wand in her hand twitched, then snapped in two!
The chastity belt disappeared, the ragged dress seemed to melt, then flowed back into Stella’s costume. The iron collars on the two genies opened and fell to the floor.
Stella laughed.
“Oppsy! Did someone lose her powers? Yes, someone did lose her powers!”
“No, no, Mother Hecate no… please, no…”
“I think I’ll just get going now. I guess you two can keep her happy right?”
The two genies nodded and smiled.
Stella hummed happily as she strolled through the dark, flowerless garden. She hesitated at the gate. Would it really take her home? Or was she trapped here now? We sometimes you just have to hope for the best…
She opened it, took a step and…
She could hear people in Australia! She could see Pluto! She could fly! She turned around and the house was gone.
She checked around, listening to radio and TV signals. It was the same night, just before dawn. All those humiliating days in the Midnight Realm had taken less than a night here.
She rose into the air, headed for home, she wondered if the Minx had had as eventful a night.
***
The Minx wasn’t even sure how she got home, where she found the clothes she was wearing, how she got all the way back to the city.
She was sure the details were filed somewhere in her memory but she just didn’t care.
She stripped off the clothes – they smelled of hay, had she found a scarecrow? – and tossed them in a corner. She collapsed on top of her silk sheets and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Stella landed on the patio and slipped inside. Her stellar senses told her Gloria was already asleep in her room.
“Stars and comets, I bet she didn’t even go on patrol tonight.” She shook her head and went to bed. It had been a very long night.
Afterword
Well no one promised this would be the happy saga of Stella did they?
This story was what I had in mind when I introduced Gregg Stanley back in issue 3, and the Moon Witch in issue 4. I hope the payoff was worth it.
We’ve already seen that Stella can be cruel, and that plot isn’t over yet. Stay tuned for the special anniversary 12th issue where everything changes FOREVER!
But first…
Next issue: The Minx picks up the pieces after this issue’s events by visiting her mentor Night Fox. Learn some secrets of the silver age and learn why they say “Stellar Man is a Dick”.
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