Stella and the Minx
#15:
Stella in the Pits of
H.E.L.L.
It’s the all-out
action issue as a shadowy conspiracy targets our
heroines!
Marcus
Lycus
May
2008
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Issue 15 –
Stella in the Pits of
H.E.L.L.
“Me Stupor
Man love Stellar Girl!” The monster shouted as he punched the
blond heroine through another building. “Me want to be
friend!”
“Well you have
a funny way of showing it!” She punched him back, sending the
misshapen duplicate of Stellar Man flying across down right into the St.
Giffin
River.
Stella dusted herself
off and got back
up.
“Minx, he’s
so strong. What are we going to
do?”
***
Stupor
Man – Years ago an experimental ray created Stupor
Man, an imperfect duplicate of the heroic Stellar Man. The copy had
all of Stellar Man’s powers but was completely insane. In the
twisted logic of the misshapen copy he had to do everything the opposite
way that Stellar Man did. Stellar Man finally rid the world of the
menace of Stupor Man by convincing him that since Stellar Man lived on Earth,
Stupor Man had to live in space so he could be a true opposite. –
The Kirby Guide to Supervillains, 1971
Edition
Stellar Man’s
plan had worked for a
while.
But now Stupor Man
was back, and he’d decided he was in love with
Stella!
***
“Stella, I
have a plan, but you need to keep him busy for about five more
minutes.” The Minx whispered, knowing her partner could hear
her.
“OK Minx, but
hurry! He’s even stronger than I
am!”
Stupor Man surged
out of the river and flew straight at Stella. “You am really like
me! Me like you!” Before the blonde could react he punched
her and sent her flying across town. She landed in an old tenement
in the west
side.
“Ow…”
BAM! Stupor
Man landed, straddling her, his blood-red briefs poised above her red
hotpants. “Now we made
babies!”
“Oh
yuk…” Stella took a deep breath and blew as hard as she
could. Stupor Man was blown back into the sky. Stella wearily
took off after him to continue the battle. She punched him twice in
the face and flew backwards to escape his embracing
arms.
“You am really
like to
me!”
Stella darted out
of his way and the idiotic copy plowed into the side of an apartment
house. The wall shattered, people
screamed.
“Stars and
comets no!” She flew through the shattered wall but Stupor Man
was waiting for her with a bear
hug.
“Baby
time!” He yelled and squeezed the slender heroine hard enough
to drive the breath from her lungs. One misshapen, tumor-covered hand
reached lower for her yellow belt and red hotpants. Stella’s eyes
went
wide.
“MINX!
HELP!”
“It’s
OK. I’m here! Hey Stupor Man! I got something for
you!”
“Uh?”
The twisted simpleton turned and walked to the smashed
wall.
The Minx was waiting
on the street below and Stella was next to her. But Stellar Girl was
in his arms?
Huh?
“Got something
for you Stupor Man. You don’t want her, she’s Stellar
Girl. I have Stupor
Girl!”
Stupor Man took
a step forward and fell twenty stories. The pavement shattered under
his feet. He took another step
forward.
It was a mannequin,
dressed in red hotpants and a blue top. A red towel was tied around
her shoulders and a red ‘S’ was crudely drawn on left breast in
lipstick.
She was so
beautiful!
He dropped Stella
leaving the blonde gasping for breath and picked up Stupor
Girl.
“Me love to
you Stupor Girl!” He
shouted.
“I can see.
And trust me, she loves you too.” Said the Minx. “But
the important thing about her is you have to take her into space with you,
otherwise you’re being just like Stellar Man who left Stella on
Earth. You have to do the
opposite.”
“Yes, me Stupor
Man hate to Earth, me and Stupor Girl love to space. We go space and
make babies! Up! Up! And
goodbye!”
He shot into the
air like a rocked and vanished, the mannequin still lovingly cradled in his
arms.
“Whew.
How long do you think that will
last?”
“With him,
who knows? But I think I convinced him you’re off limits at
least. In his twisted mind he can’t love anything
normal.”
“Well that’s
something, it’s hard enough fighting a creep like that without him yelling
‘me love you’ and trying to get in my
pants.”
“I thought
you were more powerful than
him.”
“Nope.
Stellar Man was stronger than him because he could manipulate gravity waves
and all that stuff. Stupor Man and I just have our physical strength
and he’s bigger and stronger than
me.”
“Well let’s
hope he stays away for a good long time
then.”
***
“Heard that
Jefferson?”
“About her
being weaker than Stellar Man? Yeah Hamilton I caught it. Good
to hear. Physically Stellar Man was bad enough, but add in that planet
moving B-S and it’s a whole ‘nother ball
game.”
“I wonder just
how strong she is when you get down to it? Ever been
tested?”
“Nope.”
“Hmm…”
“Y’know
we do have next week
free.”
***
Two men, one tall
and skinny, the other short and balding walked through the gates of Stone
Munitions. The guard didn’t challenge
them.
They were wearing
cheap blue suits, about 20 years out of date, and matching fedoras.
They took the elevator to the top floor, brushed past the secretary Sugar
Kane and barged into the office of Arnold Stone
himself.
“Huh?”
The millionaire weapons-maker sat up in his
chair.
The visitors
didn’t wait for an invitation; they walked around his massive desk and
faced the man
directly.
“Arnold Stone,
a.k.a. Armor Man, your government needs your
services.”
“What?
Me? Armor Man? You must be joking. Armor Man is my bodyguard,
I hired
him.”
“So where is
he? How come you two are never seen together? And how come
you’re wearing Armor Man’s breastplate under your suit?”
The agent reached down and tore open Stone’s hand-tailored shirt exposing
the red iron breastplate under
it.
“I, um, that
is… Fuck.” He admitted
defeat.
“Your country
needs you
Stone.”
“My country
always needs me. Last time it needed me I got a ticket to Vietnam,
shrapnel in my heart and a stay in a Viet Cong prison
camp.”
“Where you
built yourself a suit of high-tech armor and blasted your way out.
Not too shabby. Any chance of you selling those designs to Uncle
Sam?”
“Not a
chance. So why don’t you two just make like a tree and leave.
It’s time for my 10 o’clock
martini.”
“This is
bullshit.” Jefferson held up a blank paper, strange colors danced
in his eyes. “Your mind will perceive this paper as saying
whatever you need to be convinced.” He
commanded.
Stone’s face
relaxed, he studied the paper intently. “NSA huh? That check
has a lot of
zeros.”
“Just something
to cover your expenses. We need you test something at that secret lab
you have out
west.”
“A new
weapon?”
“You might
say
that.”
***
And a week after
that…
“Help me!
Help me! Save
me!”
The Minx’s
ears perked up, the cries were close by, it sounded like a little girl.
She took off across the rooftops in a full
run.
She could see the
girl now, she looked like she was about seven years old, lying on her back
and
crying.
“Help me!
Help me! Save me!” She yelled
again.
The Minx landed
gracefully and crouched in front of the girl. “It’s OK sweetie,
it’s OK. What’s wrong, where’s your mommy and
daddy?”
“I don’t
have parents.” The little girl
sobbed.
“Oh that’s
a-“
SNAP, the girl’s
hands locked around the Minx’s wrists like steel. She tried to
pull away but the small girl weighed a
ton.
“I don’t
have parents you dumb bitch, because I’m a robot built to sucker
you.”
ZAP! A million
volts shot through the Minx’s body. She was unconscious before
she knew
it.
A trapdoor opened
and the two descended into the room below. Arnold Stone was
waiting.
“Well that
was easy.” He kicked the Minx’s prostrate form.
“Y’know sweetie, I always figured you were overrated.”
He looked at her well-formed legs splayed below him.
“Well, overrated
in some ways
anyway.”
He smiled, what
the heck, she was out anyway. He ran a hand along the long toned
legs. “And I always did wonder what you wore under
that
coat…”
He started to take
her coat
off…
After all he had
a few hours to
kill.
***
“Hey Gloria?
I’m going to school now, are you up?” Lynn Lewis knocked
on her partner’s door again but there was no answer. Weird, even
after patrolling all night Gloria was always awake before Lynn. Her
blue eyes turned a paler shade and she looked through the wall. The
bed was made, it hadn’t been slept
in.
“Huh.
I guess she’s still on patrol then.” Lynn headed for the
shower.
***
“Hello?”
The Minx woke up and opened her eyes. It was pitch black. She
moved her arm. It hit steel. She pushed with her leg, steel
again. She rolled over, she couldn’t. She felt around in
the darkness. She was inside a steel sphere, just a few feet across.
There was no light, no door or hatch. And she was naked. And
sore.
“Uh-oh.”
She muttered.
This was
bad.
Very, very
bad.
***
Stella had a headache
all day. She took aspirin but it didn’t help. It was like
there was some buzzing inside her brain and she just couldn’t get it
to
stop.
“What was
that?”
“I didn’t
say
anything.”
“Oh, sorry.
I thought I heard… could you excuse me a
second?”
“Sure thing,
your weak bladder bothering you
again?”
“Um, something
like that…” She ran up the stairs heading for the roof.
“Stupid secret identity, stupid alibi, stupid school…” she
muttered. On the roof she changed clothes in a blur and took to the
skies. There, away from kids, away from traffic and other sounds she
could almost make it
out.
“Stella I know you can
hear….” She concentrated, tuning her stellar
senses like a radio.
“Stella I know
you can hear
this ultrasonic transmission. I am
Robo-Master. I have your partner the Minx. Come immediately to
these coordinates or she will
die.”
“Oh
crap.”
***
It took Stella a
half hour in the school library to figure out where she was supposed to
go. “How come these villains always figure I’ve got longitude
and latitude memorized?” She muttered. “Stars and comets
I hope I read that map
right.”
She was somewhere
over the New Mexico desert. Mesas rose out of the sand and there was
no sign of human habitation for hundreds of
miles.
Stella’s bright
blue eyes turned pale as x-rays probed the mesas for anything suspicious.
She soon found one honeycombed with a series of lead-lined tunnels.
“That must be the place” she whispered. “Please be OK
Gloria,
please.”
A trap door opened
on the cliff side. A dozen high-tech missiles shot towards
Stella.
The girl of the
stars easily dodged them but they did a quick 180 and headed for her
again.
“Stars and
comets, they must have some kind of radar or
something.”
Then the first one
exploded. White hot napalm showed the blonde, getting in her face,
in her lungs, covering her skin. Stella screamed as more of the missiles
showered her. Her invulnerable skin wasn’t harmed of course but
she could feel the flames, feel the heat. She fell from the skies spinning
madly; she buried herself in the hot desert sands drilling deep into the
Earth before finally emerging panting for
breath.
Her skin was flushed
like she had a mild sunburn. Her costume was stained with soot, sand
and dirt. Her hair matted with perspiration and filth. She could
feel the grit in her hotpants. She was panting. She
spat.
“OK then.
So that’s how it’s gonna be
huh?”
Then the lasers
opened
fire.
***
The Minx had explored
every centimeter of her cell with her fingertips. She’d rapped
everything with her knuckles, her keen ears and infallible memory comparing
each subtle sound. She’d found the handful of openings, each smaller
than a penny, to let air in. No help there. She finally found
a place that sounded hollow. Maybe a locking
mechanism?
Gloria wasn’t
happy with what would come next, but she had to do it. She reached
into her own mouth and pulled at one of her teeth. It hurt like hell
but she finally pried it loose. The tooth was fake of course.
And it concealed a diamond-tipped cutter. She started scratching at
the iron
wall.
***
“HEY!”
Stella yelled. One of the lasers had actually burned a cigarette-sized
hole in her blouse! It was time to put a stop to
that!
Faster than sound,
she flew up and smashed the laser cannons concealed on the side of the
mesa. The cannons were just steel, they shattered easily in her
hands.
“Is that the
best you’ve got? I’m not even sweating yet.” She
tried to hide it but she was exhausted. The effort of flying way out
here, the irritation of the ultrasonic signal, the pain of the napalm and
now the lasers had left her feeling exhausted. “So Robo-Mister,
are you going to show yourself
or-“
Stella’s words
were cut off as dozens of steel tentacles slithered out of the mountain and
wrapped themselves around her. She punched and smashed one, but for
everyone she destroyed it seemed like two more took their place. They
pulled her through a trap door inside the mountain. She was held over
a metal shaft that went deep into the
Earth.
“HA!
Now I know where you are!” She started to spin in midair.
One by one the tentacles snapped and in seconds she was
free.
“Ha!
Free! Look out Robo-Mister; I’m coming to get y-OW!
“
Stella’s words
were cut off again when a heavy metal slug hit her right between the eyes.
The world went dark for a second and she started to
fall.
Stella tumbled head
over heels; her cape swirled around her becoming a shroud as she fell over
a thousand
feet.
SLAM!
Stella hit the floor
with enough force to dent the steel plating. She staggered to her feet,
untangling herself from her indestructible
cape.
“Uh… OK,
OK, you got your shots in and now,
AH!”
Stella’s super
senses reeled. Ultrasonics bombarded her ears, strobe lights firing
as bright as the sun exploded in her eyes, the steel room’s temperature
shot up past 500 degrees, the floor tilted left then right. The girl
of the stars weaved from side to side
screaming.
BAM!
She never even saw
the robot enter the room. But she sure felt its steel fist hit her
in the face. Stella tasted something salty in her mouth.
Blood.
BAM!
Another blow struck her temple. She opened her eyes despite the pain
and caught a glimpse of a metal fist descending for the third
time.
BAM!
She staggered
back.
BAM!
The blow hit her in the stomach and sent her into the air. She hit
the wall with a thud and slid to the
floor.
“Puh-please…”
She
muttered.
The robot grabbed
her long blond hair and pulled. Stella squealed in pain. The
robot’s arm swung the screaming heroine by the hair and slammed her
into the metal
wall.
BAM!
“no…”
She
whispered.
The robot grabbed
her ankle and lifted her
again.
SLAM!
She hit the steel
floor
face-first.
“stop…”
SLAM!
“please…”
SLAM!
It was the last
sound she
heard.
***
Scratch-scratch,
scratch-scratch
It was the only
sound the Minx could hear. That and the beating of her own
heart.
The Minx felt like
she’d been working on the iron ball for hours yet she could barely feel
the gash with her fingertips. She scowled and got back to
work.
***
“Oh… Stars
and comets… what hit
me?”
Stella painfully
opened her eyes and winced at the bright light. Her head felt like
bombs were going off in it. She tried to raise an arm to block the
light.
Her arm didn’t
move. Something strong was holding
it.
“Mmph”
she grunted, using her stellar strength. It still didn’t move.
She started to fear. She tired to move her legs; they too were locked
in place. She squinted and
looked.
“Oh stars and
comets
no…”
She was still in
her costume, lying on some sort of high-tech platform. Her arms were
straight out, her legs spread in a wide V. Steel pillars descended
from the ceiling and wrapped around her wrists and ankles before falling
to the floor. She pulled and pushed but they wouldn’t budge.
She narrowed her eyes and focused her stellar sight on them. Heat beams
stabbed out but the pillars were unharmed. Stella started to
hyperventilate, for all her power, she was completely
helpless.
She looked around
the room, a sign hung on the wall: “High Energy Laser Laboratory -
H.E.L.L.” A very appropriate
name.
“HELP!”
She yelled. “Gloria! Cousin Ken! Someone help me!
Help me!
Please!”
***
Far away, two men
watch over
CCTV.
“Wow Jefferson,
she really is
dumb.”
“Hmm?”
“Waking up
in a villain’s lair and yelling out her friend’s secret
identities.”
“So
Hamilton? We already know
those.”
“Yeah but she
doesn’t know
that.”
“Good point.
Guess it’s time for our villain to
appear.”
***
“Awake I
see?
Excellent.”
Stella twisted her
head to see the intruder. He was a robot, or a man in armor, completely
covered by the same shinny metal her bonds were made of.
“L-let me
go!” Her voice cracked. “Or… or
else!”
The intruder chuckled
dryly.
“I mean
it!”
“Do you
Stella? What are you threatening me with? You’re completely
helpless in my
grasp.”
“Oh
yeah?” She squinted her eyes again, the heat beams stabbed out
at his face, hot enough to melt steel, vaporize flesh. Nothing
happened.
“Ceramic coating
sweetheart, the same stuff they use on space capsules. Completely resistant
to heat. And the columns are titanium steel, the same stuff they’re
using for that new Abrams tank. Strongest metal in the world reinforced
with hydraulics and electromagnets that take up half the mountain.
You’re not going
anywhere.”
Stella scowled,
puckered her lips, puffed her cheeks and blew. Super-compressed air
shot from her lungs with the force of a hurricane, enough power to knock
over a skyscraper, to turn a human being into jelly.
The intruder
didn’t
budge.
“Magnetic boots
sweety. You can’t knock me over that
way.”
Tears appeared in
Stella’s eyes. “Who are you? Why are you doing this
to me?” She
sobbed.
“You can call
me… the Robo-Master! And we are going to become quite familiar
Stella, intimately so.”
SNIK! A shinny
rod popped out of his arm. One side started to glow a bright
red.
Robo-Master ran
his gauntleted fingers through Stella’s blond hair; he gave it a sharp
yank.
“Ow!”
“I just pulled
your hair with enough force to tear through steel and you barely felt it.
I see it’s just as tough as your pretty
skin.”
“Y-yes?”
Stella answered
hesitantly.
“Let’s
see how tough.” He pulled a lock of hair taunt and swung the glowing
red blade. It cut through the golden locks like paper. Robo-Master
held the hair over Stella’s shocked face and let it
fall.
“Guess you’re
not so tough after all. This is a laser-cutter. The edge has
a gigawatt laser beam running along it, thousands and thousands of
degrees. Hot enough to cut your hair I see. I wonder if it’s
hot enough for your
skin?”
“What?
No! Please… please
no!”
He slowly lowered
the cutter towards her cheek. Stella could feel the heat from it, her
teeth chattered, her eyes were wild. “Please! What do you
want? What do you want?
AHH!”
Robo-Master raised
the cutter. It had left a neat red burn along Stella’s left
cheek. Stella looked up at it in shock. It had hurt her.
A weapon had hurt her! No magic, no green stellar radiation, just a
human weapon. This man could trap her. He could hurt her.
He could kill her! Fear gripped the girl of the stars stronger than
ever
before.
“What do I
want? That’s a good question. Very good. I want many
things. I want to see my robotic legions march through the burning
streets of Washington and Moscow. I want to see the leaders of the
world kneel before me. I want to hear the screams of millions.
But before I can have any of that, there are some obstacles I must remove.
And you Stella, are one of
them.”
“But…”
“You’re
strong, no question about that. And tough. You stood up to the
best weapons I had. But now we’ll see how strong, how tough.
And see what’s left of you when I’m
done.”
“Please…”
***
CLINK
A rectangle finally
came loose and fell. The Minx breathed a sigh of relief. Her
arms ached, her mouth was as dry as the Sahara, her fingers were
blistered. She looked
inside.
“OW!”
After all this time in the dark the light was as bright as the sun.
Her eyes adjusted and she could see it. An LED computer screen and
wires. An electronic lock. She sighed. This could take
a
while.
***
Robo-Master walked
away from Stella’s crying face and ran his metal hand along her blue
top, pushing down to feel her skinny body through the thin material.
Stella squirmed. Finally he reached the yellow belt that divided the
blue top from the tiny red hotpants that barely covered her ass.
He unbuckled the
belt and tossed it
aside.
“What are you
doing?!” Stella
shrieked.
“Hold still
Stella, or you might get
hurt.”
“What?!”
The laser cutter
sprang out again and Robo-Master lowered it to the side of Stella’s
hotpants. He started to cut along the seam.
“No!
Wait!” She squirmed again, her hip touched the cutter, she
screamed.
“I warned
you.” Robo-Master finished cutting through the seam and moved
to the other side of the squirming heroine. He started on the other
seam. This time Stella was careful to remain still. She didn’t
want to get hurt. Robo-Master pulled the hotpants from her body with
a flourish and tossed them a corner. Stella was naked under them.
Her hip bones were clearly visible on her skinny frame, her blond bush and
pink labia glowed with
perspiration.
“Um… now
what?” She asked
hesitantly.
Robo-Master’s
metal face could not change expression of course, but somehow Stella knew
he was
smiling.
“Patience
sweetie.
Patience.”
He gestured and
a motorized cart rolled up from the side of the room. He set up the
apparatus between Stella’s spread legs. A long metal rod aimed
itself between her legs.
“No!
Wait!”
Robo-Master hit
a button and the rod shot forward with incredible
force.
“AHHH!”
Stella tried to
squeeze the unwelcome intruder out, tried to shift her pelvis away, tired
to do something, anything to escape but it was hopeless. The rod impaled
her.
Robo-Master hit
another button and it started to retract, only to thrust back in harder and
deeper than
before.
For all of her stellar
powers there was nothing Stella could do but scream loud enough to shake
the
mountain.
***
The Minx stopped.
She thought she’d heard something, it sounded like a scream. She
listened closer but it was gone. Perhaps it was just a hallucination
caused by hunger, exhaustion, and sensory deprivation. After carefully
crossing wires and playing with the circuits she was able to manipulate the
LED screen, it now said 314. With each number she had heard clicks
somewhere in the locking mechanism.
She was making
progress.
***
Stella was sobbing
incoherently, her body shaking with each thrust, her modest breasts quivering
under her top.
Then it stopped.
Stella opened her eyes hopefully.
Then she squeezed
them shut
again.
Robo-Master was
setting up another rod between her legs, this one lower, aimed up at a 45
degree angle. She squeezed her legs and clenched her ass as hard as
she
could.
Robo-Master put
a hand on her pelvis. “Now let’s see how strong you really
are.”
The rod started
to spin like a drill and rise towards her helpless
asshole.
***
“What’s
the point of this again?” Hamilton
asked.
“You mean besides
the obvious?” Jefferson
chuckled.
“Yeah, besides
that.”
“OK, we already
know she’s no where near Stellar Man’s level in, well anything.
She’s pretty tough but not exactly moving
planets.”
“Right we already
know
that.”
“Or do we?
What if she could move planets but just hasn’t realized it yet?
What if the only reason she hasn’t is because she’s been
psychologically holding herself back? You read her psych profile.
You know it could be true. So we have to test her to the limit.
Push her until she breaks through her psychological
barriers.”
“And then
what? Do we want a goddess-like heroine flying around with the baggage
Stella
has?”
“Oh fuck no.
Then we kill her. Flood the room with green stellar radiation and blow
her head off with a magic bullet. Quick and
clean.”
“And did you
tell Arnold Stone any of
this?”
“Fuck
no.”
“So why’s
he doing
it?”
“Oh he’s
just a
freak.”
***
“Fuck.”
The Minx’s
aching fingers had slipped again, resetting the lock. She wiggled them
and started again. She had to start over. The combination was
equal to the value of pi. But the number pi was endless, even the Minx
had only memorized it to four thousand places. So far the combination
was over 50 digits long. She wondered how much longer she could keep
going.
***
Stella could not
believe the
pain!
She’d been
hurt before, by green stellar radiation, by magic, by the fists of villains
stronger than her, but never like this.
She pushed and squeezed
as much as she could but the probe continued to advance stretching her sphincter
bit by bit. Exhausted she relaxed for a second and screamed as it advanced
a full inch. She strained at her bonds but they didn’t give.
She tried to fly but could only rise a bit off the platform. Then the
probes stopped. They were still lodged in her cunt and ass but at least
they stopped
moving.
She sighed and opened
her eyes. Robo-Master’s expressionless metal face was hovering
over her, he lowered a bottle of water and let her take a sip she gulped
it down
eagerly.
“Now that
wasn’t so bad was
it?”
“Why…
why… oh please let me go… I promise I won’t tell anyone…
I’ll do whatever you
want…”
“Really
now?”
“Please, it’s
not my fault. I didn’t want to be Stellar Girl, I didn’t.
I won’t fight you, I
promise.”
“What’s
your name sweet
cakes?”
“My
name?” Stella saw Robo-Master reach for a button.
“LYNN! Lynn Lewis! My name is Lynn Lewis! Really!
I
swear!”
“That’s
better. So how did you get into this gig anyway Lynn
Lewis?”
“My cousin,
Stellar Man, he gave me his powers because he got my parents
killed.”
“And what’s
Stellar Man’s
name?”
Stella opened her
mouth but couldn’t say it. All her life she’d been taught
never to give away Stellar Man’s secret identity, even now she
couldn’t say
it.
Robo-Master sighed
and pushed the
button.
Stella
screamed.
***
The Minx thought
she heard it again. Another scream. She ignored it, she needed
to focus. She couldn’t even feel her legs anymore. She’d
coaxed her sore fingers into inputting 99 digits. She spliced the wires
again, wincing at the spark that burned her fingers again and input the hundredth
digit.
CLICK!
CLICK-CLICK-CLICK!
Vmmm!
The Minx gasped.
The iron sphere was opening! Cracking like an egg on its vertical
axis. A crack appeared and she fell through it, hitting the metal
floor. She threw an arm over her eyes to keep herself from being
blinded. She lay there, her legs twitching, shivering, sweating, happy
to be free, afraid of what might come
next.
***
“KEN CLARKE!
Stellar Man is Ken Clarke!” She screamed again and again until
the rape machine finally stopped.
“Say it
again.”
“Stellar Man,
he’s my cousin Ken Clarke, reporter for the Daily Comet, he uses stellar
hypnosis so no one notices they look alike, stars and comets I swear that’s
the truth, I swear
it.”
“Hmm, possible,
possible. There certainly were enough rumors about the two of them.
But how can I test it when Stellar Man and Clarke disappeared a year ago.
Tell me, when is Stellar Man
returning?”
Stella hesitated
a second but saw Robo-Master reach for his machine again. “He’s
not! He’s not coming
back!”
“Really?
We’re talking about a guy who could hear a gnat’s fart on the moon,
and you say he’s not coming back to save
you?”
“He…
HE’S
DEAD!”
Robo-Master
froze.
“Dead?”
“Dead.
I killed him. Minx and I dumped his body in the sun. We faked
that whole goodbye speech with robots. I’m sorry… I’m
sorry…”
Robo-Master offered
her some more water, she swallowed it
greedily.
“It’s
OK.”
***
“Whoa.”
“Damn.”
“Did she say
she killed him? Wow. I tell you Hamilton, that girl has
issues.”
“I’ll
say. Geeze. Maybe we should get rid of her now. I mean
killing Stellar Man? Her idol? The finest hero in the world?
That’s the kind of threat we’re supposed to be getting rid of.
That’s a lot scarier than the Liberator and the American Dream getting
involved in that civil rights B-S. Don’t forget her and her partner
are into that whole women’s lib
thing.”
“Yeah, but
we already know she’s pretty messed up. Hell she might crack up
on her own and bring down that women’s lib crap on her
own.”
“Speaking of
women’s lib, how’s Foxy
doing?”
***
Slowly the Minx
rose to her knees and moved her arm down. She cracked her eyes open
bit by bit. A high-tech control room came into view. She saw
the H.E.L.L. sign and nodded. Good
name.
She rose to her
feet; the metal floor was cold to her bare soles. Her naked body shivered
but she kept going. This wasn’t the time to worry about
modesty.
Stella would be
looking for her. All the Minx had to do was find a radio or something
to signal her partner. Whoever had kidnapped her was definitely not
ready for the girl of the
stars.
She staggered over
to a computer consol, there was a screen
there.
She saw an armored
man tormenting her best friend. “Lynn
no…”
She wanted to help,
but she was naked, unarmed and could barely
stand.
She sank to her
knees.
She passed
out.
***
“Foxy down
for the count. Let’s move to phase 3 with
Stella.”
“I’ll
let Stone
know.”
***
Stella sighed, feeling
empty. It felt good to get it off her chest. To finally admit
the truth to someone, anyone. To stop pretending. It was bizarre;
she’d admitted more to Robo-Master than she’d even been able to
tell the Minx. It was like her torturer understood her better than
her best friend. Like they had some kind of
connection.
Robo-Master pulled
her blue top upwards; Stella no longer cared what he was doing. She
was beaten. She was
done.
He touched her modest
breasts, almost tenderly. “Hmm, smaller than I expected.”
Stella chuckled
dryly. “Yeah. A lot of people say that. Everyone thinks
I should have these huge breasts but I
don’t.”
“I guess they
just expect everything about you to be ‘stellar’. You are
the girl of the stars after
all.”
“It wasn’t
my idea. Stupid Timmy O’Leary gave me that name. He was
always writing about me like I’m the perfect girl and everything.
Now people expect me to be some kind of icon.” Stella added
bitterly. “But when I grew up he started bad-mouthing me because
I’m my own person and not Stellar Man’s perfect little
angel.”
“It must be
hard.” Robo-Master brought over another machine and hooked up
wires to Stella’s nipples. They felt
cold.
“Oh stars and
comets it is… Heh, do you know why I say that? Why I say
stars and comets? It’s because of him. The first time I
helped him fight some aliens I said a bad word. You know, the
‘f’ word. So he took me back to the Citadel and made me write
‘I will not use foul language’ 10^16 times. Do you know how
hard that is, even with stellar speed? So after that it’s nothing
but ‘stars and comets’ for me. Stars and comets, stars and
comets. God, I sound like a
moron.”
Robo-Master reached
between her legs, around the titanium dildo still lodged in her pussy and
pinched her clitoris hard until it poked out its pink head. He attached
another wire to
it.
“Robo-Master,
you… you’re going to hurt me again are you?
Please?”
Robo-Master was
silent.
“Please!
I promised I’ll do anything! Just let me go
OK?”
Robo-Master pushed
a button. The lights dimmed. Stella jerked. Her eyes went
wide, the dildos started moving again,
slowly.
“Uh… uh…
uh…” Stella moaned softly.
“That was enough
electricity to power Detroit shooting through your erogenous zones.
Stimulating
huh?”
“Uh…”
***
“Come on, no
way this has a
point!”
“It does, it
does. We got reports that when this gal comes; it’s like an a-bomb
going off. We already know no matter how much we hurt her she can’t
exceed her rated limits. Now we have to know if she’s tapping
unseen levels of power when she
cums.”
Hamilton grumbled
and left the room. This whole operation was getting a bit
creepy.
***
The Minx stirred,
she could hear moans. She crawled back up to her knees and looked at
the monitor. Stella was obviously being tortured. No matter what
it took, the Minx had to rescue
her.
She grabbed the
consol and used it to pull herself to her feet.
“OK Gloria,
your friend is being tortured. You have to save her. What are
your
assets?”
She looked
around. She was naked, in a bare room, with only her diamond-tipped
false tooth as a weapon. There were no clothes around, just a dust
rag under the consol.
“OK.
This might be a bit
tough.”
She played with
the consol. It was pretty simple, more of a monitoring station than
a real control panel. She found some sort of advanced video-tape machine
and a computerized floor plan of the complex. It showed her Stella
was only a few doors down the hall. That was a
plus.
She rewound the
video tape reel and started playing it from the beginning, maybe there was
a
clue.
***
“Oh stars and
comets it feels good! Make it go faster, please,
faster…”
“Sure thing
sweetie.”
“Oh fuck
yeah…” Stella giggled at her curse word. “More
power, faster,
faster…”
Robo-Master adjusted
the controls again. His metal face had no expression but Stella could
imagine he was
grinning.
“AH!
AH!” She cried out, she could feel it building, to a climax.
As Stella she’d had super-sex a few times, with Astroman, with Cavinu
but nothing like this. The dildo in her ass, so unwelcome when it arrived
was so wonderful now. It spun gently, secreting its own lubricant,
it timed it motion with the one in her cunt and the electrical jolts.
“OHFUCKYESTHISISIT!”
“Is
it?”
“Ah…”
She sighed
contently.
“Guess it
was.” The dildos began to retract from the limp girl.
The door to the
torture chamber opened, a naked woman filled the
doorway.
“S-step away
from her you bastard!” She took a step and
staggered.
Robo-Master turned
and stopped. “Sweetie are you
serious?”
In her hand was
a strip of metal with a rag tied to it, she started to spin in, faster and
faster.
“What the hell
do you think that’s going to
accomplish?”
She let go and a
tiny projectile flew, light glittered off its diamond tip, it glanced off
Robo-Master’s face and bounced into the corner. Exhaused, the
Minx
fell.
“Stella…
now…” The Minx muttered as she hit the floor.
“Heh.
Now what sweetie?”
He turned back to
Stella. “Well that was kind of disappointing. I thought
Foxy was supposed to be something special. Oh well I only grabbed her
to lure you in. She’s served her purpose. Guess I’ll
toss her in the mulcher.”
“WHAT?!
No you can’t, you can’t, please, I’ll do
anything!”
“Sweetie, you
already promised to do anything to save your skin. What else you got
to offer
now?”
Stella froze, what
could she say? She looked again at her captor; his metal face was as
unexpressive as ever, except for one small nick on the shinny shell.
The shinny ceramic
shell…
Robo-Master turned
back to the Minx’s prostrate form, his back to the girl of the
stars.
“NO!
WAIT there’s one more thing I need to tell
you.”
Robo-Master turned
back “Well what is
it?”
“BURN!”
Stella’s eyes burned red. She channeled all her pain, all her
anger, all her frustration into those twin beams. The ceramic coating
resisted her heat beams, except for one, small nick.
“Hey, what’s
going on!” Robo-Master
demanded.
It smoked, it grew,
flames shot out of his eyes and mouth and Robo-Master fell lifelessly to
the
floor.
THUD!
Stella looked at
him and at the Minx’s fallen body. Stella was still pinned by
Robo-Master’s bonds. “Um,
help?”
The lights started
to flicker. The floor shook.
“Uh-oh.”
Wait! Didn’t
Robo-Master say something about electromagnets and
hydraulics?
She tested the bonds
again. There was some give. She flexed again, there was a sound
of bending metal. She tried a third time
and…
SMASH!
Stella sat up
laughing. Her arms were free! Free! She pulled on one leg
and shattered that bond. Then the other. She swung her legs off
the platform and tried to stand. The floor shook again and she fell
in a heap. Hours of bondage and abuse had left her weak. She
staggered back to her feet and lurched towards Gloria.
“Come on, Gloria,
come on, we’ve got to get out of
here.”
Sparks flew from
the consoles and lights. The whole complex shook, the Minx remained
stubbornly inert.
The ceiling
fell.
***
The helicopters
crossed the desert. The mesa was visible in the distance, smoke still
pouring from numerous hatches and trap doors. One was anonymous, black
and unmarked. The other red and gold with ‘Stone Munitions –
01’ prominently stenciled across the side. Inside the black one
Agents Jefferson and Hamilton
chatted.
“So who did
Stone have in the Robo-Master suit
anyway?”
“Some engineer
or something who was demanding a raise. No one will miss him.
Helluva a way to go though, cooking in your own
suit.”
“Tell me about
it. I mean can you believe
it?”
“Geeze, I never
even thought the Minx would even get out of the cell. And actually
managing to chip that guy’s armor,
wow.”
“She’s
something special all right. But you gotta wonder if she made it out
the mountain. Neither of those little ladies was in the best of shape
when the place went
up.”
“We’ll
see… we’ll
see.”
The two helicopters
set down at the foot of the mesa. Other than the crackle of flame from
the trapdoors it was completely
still.
For several minutes
the agents stood there. Jefferson smoked a
cigarette.
Then there was a
gasp. Behind them sand shifted and a pale hand emerged, then a mane
of blond
hair.
“Stars and
comets! We made it Gloria!” Stella crawled out of the ground,
her costume filthy and torn, her hot pants missing. She had her cape
wrapped around the Minx like a shroud. She saw the
agents.
“Um…
help?”
Stella fell over
unconscious.
“Hmm, tougher
than we
thought.”
Jefferson prodded
the two with his foot. “Not all that tough
though.”
***
“AH!”
The Minx sat up with a start. She was naked. She was lying in
a waterbed, under silk sheets. She could hear helicopter
rotors.
“Hello there
sleepy
head.”
There was a man
there, wearing a stylish suit. She recognized
him.
“Arnold
Stone! Stone
Munitions!”
“Guilty as
charged.”
“How?
Where?
Why?”
“Whoa, slow
down, you’ve been through a lot sweetie.” The Minx’s
face hardened. “Okay, okay. Turns out one of the engineers
in my robotics division had loftier goals than his next promotion.
He put together a suit of armor and some robots, started calling himself
Robo-Master.”
“And that high-tech
torture
chamber?”
“The High-Energy
Laser Laboratory? It’s something I build a while ago to test my
Armor Man suits. I noticed it went back on-line and flew out here to
check it
out.”
“I see.
Where’s
Stella?”
“She was in
rough shape after everything; she’s another chopper with some government
agents. We’re heading back to my estate in California. Should
be there in two or three
hours.”
The Minx nodded.
It made sense. “I guess I owe you a thank
you.”
“Guess you
do.”
“And we have
a few hours to kill, hmm?” She let the silk sheet slip a bit.
He was good-looking after all. And
rich.
“Looks that
way.” Stone walked to the bar “So Minx, what’s your
poison?”
“Gin and tonic,
thanks.”
Stone joined her
on the waterbed. “To new friends.” They toasted and
drank.
***
In the other chopper,
Stella lay on a bench drifting in and out of consciousness; watching her
friend fuck a handsome millionaire. She sobbed
quietly.
Afterword
Sometimes you just want to go all out,
and with an invulnerable character like Stella that’s pretty
far.
Once again the Minx is captured and Stella
doesn’t even notice. I always liked the idea of flawed heroines
and I figure if normal people can’t remember to fill the dishwasher
or walk the dog, what are the odds that ordinary people with superpowers
are going to figure out every obscure clue and puzzle they come across.
We also see that for all of her power Stella
really doesn’t know how to fight. She never had to
learn.
Agents Hamilton and Jefferson are a bit
of Easter egg for people who’ve read my earlier stories. Arnold
Stone is of course a 100% original character not based on anyone published
by Marvel
Comics.
Marcus
Lycus
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