Stella
and the Minx #19:
Stella’s
Boyfriend Matt Curry!
Poor
Stella, all that power but no boyfriend. Poor, poor
Stella. Why can’t she just meet someone
nice? Well
maybe she has. Let’s meet Stella’s
Boyfriend, Matt Curry!
Marcus
Lycus
October
2008
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Issue
19 – Stella’s Boyfriend, Matt Curry
“Hee-hee-ho-ho!
You’ll never catch me Minx!” The
white-faced man in the clown suit ran forward and jumped on a
trampoline, which catapulted him through an escape hatch.
Behind
him the Minx struggled to escape his giant banana cream pie.
The
Jester was back in town.
***
The
Jester
– Since the 40’s this master criminal has amused
Megapolis with his antics. Dressed in a medieval
fool’s costume he commits crimes based on playing cards,
practical jokes and circuses. His gimmicks like giant
jack-in-the-boxes and flowers that spray gas have bedeviled Night Fox
and more recently the Minx. – The Kirby Guide to
Villains, 1971 Edition
***
“OW!
OW! Oh God it hurts!”
The
Minx climbed out of the escape hatch shaking her head.
“I
think I broke my hip!”
The
Minx sighed sadly. She looked down at her old foe seeing him
through the makeup. The wrinkles, the gasping breath, the
sagging eyes. She took out her handcuffs and locked them on.
“So
this is how it ends.” She shook her head.
***
“So
that’s it?”
“Yup
“Wow,
I remember we fought him and Claudius Crowe the first time we teamed
up.”
“The
first time we teamed up?” The Minx smiled knowingly.
“Hmm?”
“No,
nothing.”
“Remember
that time he pumped laughing gas into the Republican National
Convention? That was so funny!”
“Maybe.
But you know what wasn’t funny? The four delegates
who died of heart attacks.”
“Oh.
Yeah. I forgot that. But you have to admit he was a
funny guy, he was practically a legend.”
“Maybe.
But even legends get old. I guess we all will sooner or
later.”
“I
won’t.”
“Huh?”
“Didn’t
I tell you? Stellar Man explained it to me, I’ll
stop aging around the time I’m 29.”
“What?
Seriously? For how long?”
“Forever.
I mean unless someone kills me or something.”
“Oh.”
“But
I mean, yeah, generally everyone else does get old. I
guess.”
There
was a long, awkward silence.
“But
I have some good news!”
“Hmm?”
“You
know that track coach I mentioned, Matt? We’ve been
having coffee after school and we really hit it off.
We’re going to have dinner and see a movie
tomorrow.”
“Um,
“STARS
AND COMETS Gloria! Like I don’t know about
that! Like I don’t think about that every
day!”
“I’m
just saying-“
“It’s
only a date! Stars and comets wasn’t that the whole
point of me taking that job, so I’d have a normal
life?”
“OK,
OK, you win. Have a good time.”
“
“Oh
Gloria, what should I wear?!”
***
“Mmmm…”
Kara Danvers (aka Lynn Lewis, aka Stella) and Matt kissed.
“Do you really have to go Kara? I mean…
you could spend the night.”
“Yeah.”
He sounded disappointed.
“I
um, I really did have a good time tonight.”
“Thanks…”
“Let’s
um, let’s go out again OK?”
His
face brightened up.
“I
just have to go, sorry!” She ran into the train
station. “Stupid superpowers. Stupid
secret identity. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
New
Stupid
powers!
***
Across
town…
The
music was something modern, lots of those new synthesizers but with a
heavy drum beat you could dance to. The kids called it disco.
But
this wasn’t a dance club.
Although
there was dancing.
Boss
Bruno checked out the strippers with a practiced eye. It felt
like he’d spent half his life in clubs like this.
These girls were pretty typical. The usual bunch of
small-town girls who’d come to Megapolis to find their
dreams. Instead they found out the big city already had a
million small-town girls to choose from, and they weren’t
good for much more than their tits and their asses. At least
stripping was a step up from doing tricks in
Most
of them could barely dance, but at least they looked OK.
But
there was one…
Every
eye was on her from the second she stepped on stage. It
wasn’t just her body, though among the skinny little runaways
this healthy, curvy girl stood out. It wasn’t just
her moves either, though anyone who looked at her could tell she knew
how to use her body. It was her confidence. She
wanted every eye on her, she knew she deserved it.
She
came out wearing a nurse’s costume, but that didn’t
last long. The white top and short white skirt flew off into
the audience. Now she was wearing nothing but her white
fishnets, black boots, white panties and white cap. Her hips
twitched, making the white panties with their red cross
dance. She looked at the men with hunger, with
lust. She grabbed a pole and spun on it; she wrapped her legs
around it and hung from it, showing impressive strength. She
licked it. She rubbed it. She made every man in the
joint wish he was that pole.
Boss
Bruno gestured to the manager. “That new girl, make
sure she joins us in the VIP room OK?” The manager
nodded.
On
stage the Minx smiled.
***
The
train finally pulled into Marston Station in downtown
Megapolis. Kara ran for the ladies’ room and a
split-second later Stella flew out a window.
She
crossed town quickly, headed for the club Gloria told her
about. She was late; she just hoped her partner
hadn’t gotten in any trouble. The club was
windowless with only a small sign marking it but that was no barrier to
the Girl of the Stars. Her stellar sight easily penetrated
the walls.
“Yuk!”
Boss
Bruno and his gang were in the VIP room partying with the
dancers. None of the dancers was wearing more than a
g-string, one was fucking a guy against the wall, another was lying on
the table letting guys snort coke off her stomach and tits.
It was gross!
And
then she walked in! Wearing nothing more than silk panties,
black high-heeled boots and diamonds. It was the Minx!
She
slinked across the room and wrapped her arms around Boss Bruno
himself. She whispered in his ear and kissed his flabby
neck. She sat down on his lap and his fat sausage fingers
were on her breasts. Stella felt nauseous just watching.
“OK,
we got the dope coming in tomorrow in a private airfield
upstate…” He was saying.
“Hey
uh, Boss, should we be saying that in front of the dame?”
“What?
You think she’s gonna squeal?” He jumped
to his feet, grabbed the Minx’s throat and lifted her off the
ground. “You gonna talk bitch?
Huh?”
The
Minx gasped for air, tears fell from her eyes. Finally Boss
Bruno tossed her to the floor and sat back down.
“Y’see, no one fucks with Boss Bruno.
Ain’t that right babe?”
The
Minx coughed a few times and climbed back onto his lap. She
gave him a long, deep kiss. “No one messes with you
Boss Bruno, you’re way too tough.”
Outside,
Stella was ready to smash through the wall and show that guy what was
what but somehow she kept control. She had to wait for the
signal!
The
mobsters talked about dates, times, places, amounts, Stella heard it
all and she knew that the Minx’s earring-mounted
micro-recorder was getting it too.
“Mmm…”
The Minx cooed kissing Boss Bruno’s neck and running her
fingers through his hair. She squirmed her ass on his lap,
feeling the heat from his member through her thin panties.
The Boss squeezed her ass with one hand while gesturing with the
other. “Them fucking Columbians think
they’re gonna cut a deal with the fucking Wolf Pack and cut
us out but we’re gonna fucking show them a thing or
two!”
The
Minx unbuttoned Boss Bruno’s shirt and ran her nails along
his hairy chest.
“Whoa
babe, careful there. Gave me a scratch.”
“Mmm…
sorry macho man. Thought you liked it a bit rough.”
“You
gonna get it rough soon as I’m done talking
business. Anyways they got a boat coming in tomorrow night at
pier 1, Wolf Pack’s gonna be waiting and so will
me. We cut them down, take the merchandise, and send their
fucking heads back to Max Grande as a message.”
“Got
it boss.”
“All
right babe, you head upstairs and get yourself ready, Boss
Bruno’s gonna give you a ride like you never had.”
“Mmm…
I can’t wait macho man, you’re gonna get everything
tonight!” She kissed his head, got up and sashayed
to the stairs.
Stella
smiled, that was it! The signal!
BAM!
The
wall shattered. The stunned mobsters and strippers only had a
second to react. Some tried to run, some drew weapons but
most just lay there cluelessly. Stella’s blue eyes
turned red and the guns melted. One mobster was too slow to
drop his piece and screamed as molten metal burned his hand.
Stella puffed her cheeks and a hurricane force wind blew from her
lips. Mobsters, strippers and furniture flew into the far
wall. They just lay there in heap. Stella pulled
down a curtain and started tying them up.
The
Minx emerged from the staircase.
“Detective
Mulligan is on his way. We’d better take
off.”
Soon,
on a rooftop across the street the two heroines watched police lead the
mobsters into a paddy wagon.
“Not
bad huh
“Stars
and comets Gloria, you didn’t tell me you were going to
do… that!”
“I
told you I was infiltrating their hideout.”
“Yeah,
but I though you were going to be a waitress or something, not some
stripper!”
“Do
you think a waitress would get the kind of access I did?”
“But…
but… I mean how could you? They totally saw your
tits and he was touching you and…”
“
“But…
but…” Stella looked down at her feet.
And her partners. “HEY! You were wearing
your Minx boots! Your special Minx boots!”
“Hmm?
Yes, of course. They’ve got special soles for
traction and concealed weapons in the heel, you never know when
you’ll-“
“How
could you! They’re part of your costume!
How could you use them like that?”
Gloria
put a hand around her partners’ shoulders and gave her a
reassuring smile. “
“AH!
Don’t touch me! Take a shower! Burn those
boots! Ah!” She pulled away and flew off
into the night.
The
Minx frowned and thought. “Geeze, just when you
think you know someone…” She shrugged
and fired a climbing rope. She still had to give Detective
Mulligan her tapes.
***
Tears
in her eyes Stella flew back to the penthouse. It just
wasn’t fair! The Minx didn’t understand
anything!
She
landed, ran to her room and buried her face in her pillows.
She cried.
The
phone rang.
She
picked it up. “H-hello?”
“Kara?
It’s me, Matt.”
Stella
sat up startled. “Oh, um, hi.”
“I
just wanted to tell you I had a great time tonight. Are you
doing anything tomorrow night?”
“Um,
no, not really.”
“Want
to see a movie?”
“I’d
love to!”
***
After
the bust the Minx was in a mood to celebrate. And just a
little horny. Keeping up the act with Boss Bruno had required
stirring some very stimulating memories. And it had been a
while. She remembered reading something in the business
pages, it could certainly be promising.
She
swung across town, landing gracefully on the roof of the Megapolis
Palace Hotel. She quickly spliced their phone line and the
front desk gave her the information she needed. She smiled.
Arnold
Stone staggered drunkenly down the hall, some sort of actress, model,
singer on his arm. She was just as drunk and about to fall
out of her tight sequined dress. “So then I told
the President, I told him the new napalm was gonna be the hottest
weapon in years! Get it? Hottest weapon!
Let me tell you, Tricky Dick was cracking
up…” He fumbled with his key but manage
to get the door open.
Someone
grabbed his tie, pulled him in, slammed the door in the
girl’s face and kissed him.
“Mmm,
welcome to Megapolis Mr. Stone…”
“T-the
Minx? But how…”
“Oh
the Daily Comet had something about you coming in town to get the
Arms-Maker of the year award. I figured you’d want
to celebrate.” She started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I,
um, I’m sort of with-“
“Get
rid of her.” The Minx whispered.
The
hotel door opened a crack; Arnold Stone stuck his head out.
“Hey uh, Candi-“
“Brandi”
“Right,
I uh, kind of have a headache, I’ll uh, give you a call
sometime.”
The
model/actress/singer could see the lipstick on his cheek (not her
shade!) and even the red-nailed hand running through his black
hair. She opened her mouth but the door had already
closed. She sank to her knees and sobbed.
He’d turned her down! Arnold Stone turned her
down! She could hear them on the other side of the door; they
hadn’t even gotten to the bed! They were fucking
right against the door; she could hear them pounding it.
Francis
Bulfinch came out of the elevator grumbling. The English
butler had just spent 20 minutes apologizing to their hosts and
covering for his boss’ alcoholism and womanizing.
But as a Gentleman’s Gentleman that was his duty.
He
stopped when he saw Brandi sobbing at
“He
threw me out! He has some hussy in there! He
didn’t want me! Oh gawd, I must be hideous,
it’s this dress, it makes me look fat, no wonder he
doesn’t want me…”
Bulfinch
put his arms around the crying model. “There, there
dear. There’s nothing wrong with you, nothing at
all. Perhaps after a nightcap you’ll feel
better.”
She
put her arms around him and smiled a bit.
“Really…”
“Why
yes, come along, I have just the thing in my room.”
Bulfinch
didn’t really like sleeping with his boss’
cast-offs but as a Gentleman’s Gentleman he knew it was his
responsibility to keep guests happy.
And
he didn’t mind it that much.
***
Night
turned into day.
The
Minx and Arnold Stone had breakfast in bed.
“Mmm” she cooed, “you sure have stamina,
they should call you iron man.”
“Well
your name fits; you really are a little minx.”
“Y’know
this isn’t a purely social call.”
“No?
And here I thought I’d made an impression.”
“Oh
believe me you did. But I have a project I need help with;
I’m trying to reconstruct a stellar radiation ray.”
“Trouble
with your partner?”
“It’s
a bit complicated. I’ve been working on it for a
while and after that trouble with Satan Girl it’s become a
bit of a priority.”
“Yeah,
what was the deal with that?”
“A
satanic cheerleader stole Stella’s powers with a magic
ritual.”
“Seriously?
And they say
“Anyway
think you can help? I’m a fair scientist and
engineer myself, but this is just beyond me.”
“Hmm.
Why don’t you come by my place in
“Sounds
good.” She reached under the covers and wrapped her
fingers around his member; it was already getting hard again.
“But how about you show me what you can do
now?” She wiggled under the covers and her head
disappeared between his legs.
Arnold
Stone smiled.
***
Every
time she glanced out the window and saw the students running around the
track with Matt her heart skipped a beat. She daydreamed
about dancing on a pole in front of him, climbing in his lap, feeling
his hands on her breasts…
It
made her want to touch herself.
She
blushed and got back to work.
***
The
Minx moped around all day. Should she or shouldn’t
she?
Arnold
Stone was handsome, rich, brilliant, a spectacular lover and another
superhero. And she had an invitation to join him in
It
had been a while since Gregg died.
And
Stone was handsome…
Finally
she left Stella a note and headed downstairs. It was almost
dark. The Flying Fox could get her to
***
That
night…
“Um,
thanks for the movie Matt. But…”
“You
have to catch a train home. I know.”
“I’m
sorry. I really am, I really had a great time.”
“But
can’t you…”
“No.
I really, really can’t. I’m
sorry. I-“
Matt
leaned in and kissed her. Kara returned the kiss.
His mouth moved lower, kissing her neck, her collarbone. His
hands unbuttoned her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a
bra under it, just her costume. His hands touched the silky
material of her Stella blouse. Her eyes went wide, she pushed
him away, much harder than she meant too. He went flying into
his car door.
“OHSTARSANDCOMETS!
Sorry! Sorry!” Kara opened her door and
ran into the night. Matt caught his breath and
followed. “Kara wait! What’s
wrong? Kara!”
But
she had disappeared.
Stella
shot into the air like a rocket. Tears froze on her face like
diamonds as she left the atmosphere. How could she be so
dumb! Going on dates! Kissing a boy! She
knew it was impossible! Why did she do it?
She
landed on the moon and screamed soundlessly.
It
was so unfair!
She
popped her thin yellow belt and shed her red hotpants. She
jumped on a cool moon rock and wrapped her legs around it.
Steam rose from the stone and she squeezed desperate for
relief. The stone crushed to powder between her
legs. She sighed and slumped to the ground.
***
The
Flying Fox made barely a whisper as it landed at Arnold
Stone’s private airfield. He was waiting there with
a team of ground crew and mechanics who immediately surrounded the
plane.
“Hey!”
The Minx yelled. “What are they doing?”
“Hmm?
You mentioned last night you had to do all the maintenance on that
plane yourself. I thought it might be a good idea to have
some professionals give the plane a good going-over.
That’s a pretty sophisticated machine, when it was built it
must have been years ahead of its time. I certainly
wouldn’t want something to happen while my favorite vigilante
was on board.”
“Oh,
I guess… but…”
“Don’t
worry these men have been working on my Armor Man suits for years
they’re completely trustworthy and discrete.”
“They
work on your suits?”
“Of
course. You didn’t think I can keep those things
running all by myself did you?”
“I
guess not.”
They
walked towards his ultra-modern beach chateau on cliff overlooking the
Pacific.
“My
lab’s in the basement, but I thought you might want to stop
off first. Maybe get a little rest.”
The
Minx smiled. “Oh I’ll stop in the bedroom
but somehow I don’t think I’ll be getting much
rest.”
***
Stella
landed at the Penthouse and shook the frost out of her hair.
She’d have to break up with Matt. He was a nice guy
and deserved a real girlfriend, not a liar like her.
She’d call him tonight.
RING-RING!
The
doorbell! Stella froze. She wasn’t
expecting anyone! Her blue eyes turned pale and she looked
through the closed door.
It
was Matt! He was at her door! And he had her purse!
“Stars
and comets I forgot it! But how did he find me!
Kara Danvers’ address is just a PO box!”
She tried to remember. Had she ever told anyone at the school
where she lived? Had she ever put her real address down on a
form?
RING-RING!
He
was still there! She looked around the apartment and down in
the Minx Pad. Gloria was gone!
In
a blur she stripped off her costume and put on street
clothes. She was at the door before she remembered her wig
and quickly added it. “Stupid triple
identity…” she muttered.
Finally
she opened the door.
“Kara!
Thank goodness you’re OK! I was so worried when you
took off like that without your purse! I must have searched
the woods for an hour looking for you!”
“I,
um…”
“I
mean out there, alone with no money, no way home. How did you
even get back? No, no, don’t tell me, I mean
it’s none of my business. I just came
because… well I’m sorry. I was too
forward.”
“What?
No, no, it’s not you, it’s me, it’s just
that…” She looked into his dreamy eyes,
here he was, a man who really liked her and she had to get rid of
him. She tried again to say it, she
couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
Over
the years how many men had she had to turn away? How many had
she rejected to protect her stupid, stupid, secret identity?
How many had she had to keep at arms length because of her stupid
powers?
She
was sick of it.
She
kissed him.
He
kissed her back.
He
walked inside.
They
kissed again.
He
unbuttoned her blouse. Kara hesitated a second, putting her
hands on his wrists but then he nibbled on her ear and she let him
finish.
Her
shirt hit the floor, she wasn’t wearing a bra. He
fondled her modest breasts. Kara gasped. He kissed
her nipples. He unsnapped her jeans and peeled them lower,
she wasn’t wearing panties either. He could smell
her arousal. Kara bucked under him and moaned. They fell onto
the couch; he squeezed her bare ass cheeks and licked her shoulder
blades.
Kara
reached up and tore his shirt in two; she did the same for his
pants. He seemed too lost in lust to notice her sudden
strength.
His
hands moved up her head he was kissing her lips, her cheeks, nibbling
on her ears. Her arms were around him squeezing his
chest. He could hear her muttering something like a prayer
“stars and comets, please let it be OK, please, please let it
be OK…”
“Don’t
worry Kara; it will be great I promise.”
And
then he was inside her.
Kara
gasped. She squeezed her eyes shut, the sensation was
amazing! And it had been so, so long since that night with
Astroman. Matt pounded into her, deeper each time and her
gasps became sharper. She started to panic, how
long? How long before her stellar strength cut in and crushed
him? How long before she lost control and strength that could
shatter mountains crushed his fragile human form? She should
never have let this happen!
“S-stop!
Please! Oh star and comets please before it’s too
late…”
“Come!
On! Kara! You’re on the pill
right?” He pounded harder.
“NO!
You don’t understand! Please!
Stop!”
Matt
didn’t listen. Kara had no choice; she put her arms
on his shoulders and pushed.
He
didn’t move. She pushed harder, trying desperately
to keep control but he still wouldn’t get off of
her. She closed her eyes and started to cry, she could feel
it, her pelvis was squeezing tighter and tighter, no doubt it was great
for him, it was certainly great for her but any second now…
Girl
of steel. Man of tissue paper.
And
then!
“OH
YES!” Matt yelled! Kara felt something
hot and wet on her inner thighs. She opened her eyes and saw
Matt’s ecstatic face. He kissed her again, gingerly
lay down on top of her and let out a long sigh.
Kara’s
eyes went wide. He was OK! She was OK!
She’d had sex and it had been OK! Did this mean
she’d been wrong? All this time she had been afraid of
nothing?
It
seemed impossible but there they were.
She
smiled and kissed Matt. “Oh Matt, I’m the
happiest girl in the world.”
***
Across
the country the Minx woke up alone in Stone’s waterbed.
The
millionaire was already at work on a lab table across the room,
examining the technology she had brought. It was
amazing. The Minx had never met a man so determined, so
smart, so driven. Not since Wes at any rate.
Gloria
Barbarossa smiled and brazenly strode across the room to her new
lover. She gave him a peck on the cheek.
“At work already?”
“What
can I say? I’ve been enjoying some especially
stimulating company. My mind is just racing with ideas right
now.”
“Well,
then don’t let me distract you.” She
ducked under the table and opened his robe. She licked her
lips and opened her mouth wide.
It
was a bit distracting. But Stone didn’t complain.
***
They
were cuddling on the couch, still naked when it happened. He
was kissing her, running his fingers through her hair when-
“Huh?”
The brown wig came off in his hand.
“NO!”
Kara grabbed it back and pulled away from him, covering her breasts
with it, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
“I…
Kara? You wear a wig? Why?”
Kara
blushed, she started to sweat, what could she say? What could
she say?
“Oh,
um, you know… I got tired of everyone thinking I was a dumb
blonde.”
“Huh.
Really?” He reached up and touched her long blond
hair. He stroked it. And smiled.
“But
you’re so beautiful as a blonde.”
She
looked down and giggled uncomfortably. “You-you
think so?”
He
kissed her again. She kissed him back.
“Is
that what you were so worried about Kara? That your wig would
come off?”
“I-
no… I… I’m just not used to
y’know, sex. I was just scared.”
“Well
that’s one fear I’m willing you help you get
over.” He kissed her and gently moved her arms out
of the way, he fondled her breasts. Her nipples were hard,
his dick was throbbing again.
“No,
please… I can’t, not again.”
“But
She
froze. “I… I never told you I was named
Matt’s
face fell, he closed his eyes. Then he started to laugh,
louder and louder his deep booming laughs shaking the room.
“H-how
did you find me anyway? I never gave anyone my real
address!”
“Oh
“I-I
think you’d better go now.”
“But
why
“Please
go.”
“Why
so scared
“No…
how…”
“Oh
He
rose and kissed her again. She tried to push him away but he
didn’t budge. She pushed harder, hard enough to
break concrete, hard enough to shatter steel, hard enough to toss him
across the room, hard enough to turn a man into goo. He
didn’t move. Instead he hugged her close and pushed
down. Stella felt her knees buckle. She was forced
onto her back on the rug.
“You
weren’t so shy before Stella. In fact you were so
eager you risked killing me. If I was normal.”
“I’m
sorry.” She whispered. “I
just…”
“Don’t
be sorry. As you can see I’m in no danger at
all.” He kissed her gently. Stella
relaxed a bit. She was confused, she was worried, she had no
idea who or what her boyfriend really was, but she wasn’t
scared. With each kiss she could feel that he loved
her. She relaxed and laid back, fear draining out of
her. Wasn’t this what she wanted after
all?
She
gasped and whined as his hot dick entered her wet pussy.
***
Later…
back on the couch.
“I’m
sorry I lied to you Lynn, but it’s not like you were very
honest with me.”
“I…
I guess. But I still don’t know who you are or
how-“
“Say
my name.”
“Matt?”
“My
whole name.”
“Matt
Curry?”
“Faster.”
“Matt
Curry, MattCurry, Mackury… Mercury?”
“Mercury.
Though I always preferred Hermes. But it’s a little
harder to turn that into an ordinary sounding name.”
“But
Mercury-“
“Hermes.”
“But
Hermes is just a myth. Like Zeus and Hercules.”
“And
Athena? And Apollo?”
“Athena?
You mean the woman who gave Princess Patriot her magical
junk? I thought that was just her bullshit. And
Apollo, he’s some superhero down in
“Come
on, haven’t you ever heard him going on? ‘Forsooth!
Fear not mortals for I, the Son of the Sun hath arrived to save
thee!’
It’s like some semi-literate comic book writer trying to
write Shakespeare. It’s his idea of what an
Olympian should sound like.”
“But
if he’s the real Apollo then… you mean all those
stories are real?”
“No,
don’t be silly. Among other things I am the god of
storytellers so believe when I say they like to embellish
things. No, not all the myths are real, but there is truth
behind them. We Olympians dwell in another dimension, we can
enter your world through magic portholes.”
“But
why?”
“For
the sex of course!” He leapt on her kissing her
shoulders and breasts again. Stella just giggled.
“No
really, why?”
“Our
world is eternal, unchanging. Once upon a time it seemed your
world was like that too, but then new things started to emerge,
technology, social change, and superhumans like you. You have
no idea how interesting this is to us. How could I resist a
chance to take part in it? And of course there was
you.”
“Me?”
“You.
A woman who is nearly my equal, so beautiful, so powerful.
Once I saw you I knew I must have you.”
“But…
but you were already at New Troy when I started working, how did you
know-“
“I’m
an Olympian. It’s not hard. Not for
us.”
“Wow,
a god. You’re really a god.”
Hermes
nodded.
“And
so, you can do all kinds of stuff, like fly?”
Matt
rose to his feet and started to glow. He disappeared in a
blur, and then he was back. Now he was a foot taller and
dressed. Sort of. He wore a red sash, a red
loincloth, and red cloak. He had a winged helmet on his head
and winged sandals on his feet. At last he was Hermes,
messengers of the gods! He smiled a crooked smile at the
naked heroine on the couch.
“Nice
trick, but I can do that too.”
She
vanished in another blur but Hermes was right behind her.
Stella
smiled; the moon was looming in front of her. She could see
her special place on the dark side; she arced around it at her top
speed and spun 180 degrees. Hermes was right on her heels he
wrapped his arms around her and smothered her with kisses.
They landed together in a crater. He popped her yellow belt
and peeled down her hotpants. In the silence of space they
coupled for a third time, at last in their true forms.
***
“No.
Nothing.”
“Are
you sure? You said you had hundreds of ideas.”
“Yep.
And none of them panned out. Believe me I’m not
happy to admit it but Stellar Man’s technology is based on
alien science far beyond anything I can copy, or even
understand.”
“Oh…
But Claudius Crowe was able to duplicate-“
“I
never understood Crowe’s stuff either. I mean that
guy built a time machine out of old radios. Look Gloria
I’m trying my best here but this is a long way from boot jets
and particle beams.”
“I
see.”
Stone
put an arm around her waist and pulled the Minx close. They
kissed.
“But
there’s still a lot more we can do.” He
glanced towards the bedroom.
The
Minx hesitated, she was really tempted but she’d already been
out of the city for more than a day, and hadn’t heard a word
from Stella. “I um, I’m sorry, but I need
to get back to Megapolis. I have my
responsibilities. Crime never sleeps you know.”
Stone
frowned and let her go. He turned back to his lab
table. “Well it was nice seeing you Minx, have a
safe flight back and if you never need technical assistance again
please feel free to call my answering service.”
“
“Your
plane’s fueled Minx.”
“Um,
thanks, maybe we can-“
“I
have to make a call to
“Right.
Um, bye.”
She
waited 30 seconds for a reply before she finally left. She
made it to the Flying Fox before the tears came.
“Damnit! Why did I say that?
‘Crime never sleeps!’ God I sound like such a
pompous bitch! It’s like I wanted him to hate
me. I’ll be lucky if I ever hear from him
again.” She set course for Megapolis and silently
sobbed the rest of the way.
Stone
managed to remain stoic a while longer before tossing over his lab
table and screaming. “Bitch! That damn
bitch! Can’t you tell she was playing
you! Oh big strong Armor Man, please help me with my little
project and I’ll suck your dick. Unless of course
you can’t help in which case I’m out of
here! Fucking bitch!”
***
Gloria
wrinkled her nose when she finally arrived back. The living
room was a mess and smelled like fish. What the hell did
Stella do in there?
“
“Huh?
Gloria? S’at you?”
“Yes
Lynn, I’m back and I’ve got some bad
news-“ She started to push open the door to
Lynn’s room but there was a rush of air and the door slammed
shut and would not move.
“Sorry!
One second! Just one second!”
“Geeze
Lynn, it’s not like I haven’t seen you other
mornings.”
“One
second! Okay!” The door opened, Gloria
saw that
“So
like I said, bad news, I was out in
“Who?”
“
“Oh
right, those. Oh, um, don’t worry too much about
them; I think I’ll be OK.”
“Hmm?
I thought you wanted a chance to be normal, have an ordinary life, an
ordinary sex life?”
“What?
Oh, right, yes but it’s just, something came up and
it’s not that big a deal to me right now. And um, I
kind of need to take a shower so it’s nice to see you back
Gloria, thanks for trying, OK?”
“Yeah
The
Minx left shaking her head.
“Oh,
well you see, Lord Zeus sort of has a prohibition on us Olympians going
to Earth without his permission. It’s best that we
keep our relationship between you and me for a while.”
“But
the Minx wouldn’t tell anyone, she’s even better at
keeping secrets than I am!”
“Even
so
“Sure,
I promise.”
***
A
few days went by. Gloria noticed that Stella was acting even
stranger than usual. Mornings she was even lazier that normal
spending hours in bed and calling is sick to school. But in
the afternoons she couldn’t wait to put on her costume and
fly off, returning late at night or even after dawn.
Finally…
“
“Huh?
Oh hi Gloria, I was just going to take a show-“
“
Gloria
was shocked;
“Well
I shouldn’t tell you but I sort of…” she
looked up, her eyes went wide.
Hermes
was there, standing in the hallway behind Gloria. He raised a
finger to his lips and smirked.
“I
sort of… sort of… um… have a
headache! Sorry I need aspirin now!” She
knocked Gloria out of the way and ran into the bathroom locking the
door behind her. Hermes was waiting for her frowning and
waging his finger.
“Lynn,
“I…
I wasn’t going to tell her Hermes, I wasn’t
it’s just… It’s just hard you
know? I’m in love with a god, an honest to gosh god
and I can’t tell anyone!” She looked up
at him and smiled. “Besides, Gloria is the
world’s greatest detective; she’ll figure it out
soon enough won’t she? So why can’t I
tell her?”
Hermes
frowned at that and thought for a second.
“World’s greatest detective?
Hmm. Tell you what
“But
I don’t have my costume.”
“So?”
Outside
the door…
KNOCK-KNOCK!
KNOCK-KNOCK!
“
There
was no answer. The Minx pulled out a hair pin and picked the
lock. The bathroom was empty and the window wide open.
Thousands
of miles away the girl of the stars and the messenger of the gods made
love on a tropical beach.
***
Back
in Megapolis…
“What’s
up doc?”
“Hello
Mr. um… Jester, I am-“
“You’re
Doctor Justin Jessup, PhD in criminal psychology. The guards
told me you’d be along. Sorry to hear about your
wife.”
“Um…
yes it was quite tragic.”
“Cancer,
terrible way to go. Course it’s probably not as bad
as dying in an asylum, trapped in a wheelchair the rest of your
life.”
“I…
yes I suppose you might say that.”
The
Jester looked up and smiled at the psychiatrist.
“Always look at the bright side huh?”
“Um
yes, I guess so.”
***
And
that night…
The
skylight opened slowly, silently and the dark-clad figure slipped out
onto the roof of the diamond exchange. He looked left and
right and patted the bag at his side.
“A
little late for a withdrawal isn’t it?”
“Curses!
It’s the Minx!” The robber turned and ran.
The
Minx sighed loudly and chased.
After
a few blocks of leaping across rooftops she had to admit this guy was
good. He was at least as fast as her, and seemed to know the
city like the back of his hand. But the Minx knew that
wasn’t going to be enough.
The
thief jumped another alleyway and took off across a rooftop.
The Minx turned left instead and fired a diamond-tipped projectile and
swung across the street. Clever mechanisms in her bracelet
pulled her upwards. Now higher than her target she looked
down and fired a tranc dart at the fleeing thief. He crumpled
in a heap.
The
Minx landed gracefully on the roof and looked down at her
quarry. “Not bad, you gave me a good chase but in
the end the Minx always out-foxes her prey.”
“Does
she now?”
Faster
than the Minx could react the thief sat up and threw the tiny tranc
dart at the fur-clad feminist!
“Wha-“
was all she had time to say before crumpling in a heap.
“You’re
good, but next to the King of Thieves you’re just an
amateur.”
“Uh…”
The Minx moaned as her own drugs sent into unconsciousness.
Hermes
smiled down at her. The Minx’s breasts were rising
and falling slowly, her legs folded neatly under her and her trademark
coat just slightly open. If it wasn’t for the tiny
dart protruding from on perfect breast you would think she was sleeping.
With
Hermes’ legendary speed it had been simple to evade the
crafty crusader and even snatch her dart from the air. He
knew the Minx’s female vanity would be preoccupied by this
chase. But there was always time for one last bit of
motivation…
***
The
Minx opened her eyes, gasped, sat up and threw up over
herself. “Ug… tranc dart, feel so sick,
damn it… I just hope didn’t throw up on my
coat-“
That’s
when she realized it. She was naked on a rooftop in daylight
and covered in her own puke.
She
rolled over on her side and groaned.
“Well
that just about makes today…”
“Hey
mommy! There’s a lady on the roof! I
think she’s sick!” A child cried out from
the building overlooking her.
“Don’t
look Timmy; she’s probably some disgusting hippy drug
addict.”
“…perfect.”
The Minx finished.
***
Hours
later…
“Oh
hey Gloria, you’re back late, it’s almost three and
how come you’re wearing-“
The
Minx stumbled into the penthouse dressed only in a Megapolis Martyrs
t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops.
“No
time
“Hee-hee,
did you see her face?”
“Huh?
Hermes?”
“Of
course! Who were you expecting lover?” He
wrapped his arms around her, kissed her neck and started unbuttoning
“I…
did you do something to Gloria?”
“Hmm?
Well I did give her a little mystery to solve, something to keep her
out of our hair for a little while.”
“But…”
“Sssh,
there are better things to do with your lips than
talk.” He kissed her.
Far
below them the Minx poured through her records. He called
himself the King of Thieves; surely there must be some record
somewhere. She just had to find it. And she
would. She vowed she would.
***
Days
passed.
A
rash of mysterious thefts from supposedly impenetrable vaults kept the
Minx busy. Nearly every major bank, jewelry story and mansion
had been hit and Megapolis’ sexy sentinel was powerless to
stop it. She’d come close twice but both encounters
ended with her unconscious and naked on a rooftop. She
started stashing clothes around the city.
And
for Stella every day became a cycle of anticipation, anxiety and
passion. Hermes enjoyed surprising her, popping up anywhere
and having amazing sex with her. She couldn’t open
a door or walk down the street without worrying that Hermes would come
for her. And when he did… she could do nothing but
surrender to his passion. She couldn’t decide if it
was romantic or creepy but she knew she should stop. But she
also knew she could not.
Stella
had just put out the tenement fire and was talking to the firemen
when…
“Stars
and comets, it’s lucky I was flying by or those poor families
could have been-“
WHOOSH!
She vanished in a blur. Even her stellar reflexes gave her no
warning. She found herself in a dark room.
“Hermes?
Hermes where am I?”
CLICK!
The
lights went on, she was in some kind of night club, there were chairs
and tables, a disco ball on the ceiling and a stage behind
her. A stage with mirrors and shinny metal poles.
“Wait,
isn’t this the club where the Minx-“
WHOOSH!
And
then Stella was on the stage. Her loose blue blouse and red
hotpants were gone; she wore only her red ballet slippers, her red cape
and a confused expression.
“No!
Wait!”
Music
started. It sounded like a reed flute at first, high and
ethereal but then Stella could hear other sounds, drums, cymbals,
chants and wails. She could see someone in the back of the
club, a small hairy man wearing some sort of furry pants…
“Hermes!
I don’t want to!”
Then
her foot started to tap, her hips twitched, she twisted at the waist
spinning her cape around her body, coyly hiding it, then revealing it
in all its naked glory. Her arms started to wave
rhythmically, her head swaying back and forth. Modesty
forgotten she wrapped her legs around a pole and leaned back, holding
herself off the floor. The world became fuzzy. She
was on her knees, her legs spread wide, whipping her head around while
her fingers played with her nipples and pussy. She was
leaning against a pole, her arms up high, her long slim body undulating
like a snake. She was licking her own juices off her
fingers. She was licking her own nipples. Her loins
were burning! She felt like the cool metal pole would melt
when she rubbed her crotch against it.
And
then the music stopped.
Stella
fell to the floor in a heap, like a puppet with its strings
cut.
Hermes
gently lifted her and sat down on a couch with the prostrate blonde in
his lap. He rubbed her body and kissed her.
“Now
you know, now you know what it’s like to be the Minx, to
drive men wild with your hot body. To be a
goddess.” He kissed her.
Stella
climbed up on his lap and slipped his member out of its
loincloth. She slipped it inside her and sighed contently.
***
“Ms.
Danvers you’ve been absent a lot lately. Is there
something I should know about?”
“Um,
no Principal Nottingham, just had a bit of the
flu.” She stifled a yawn and tried to hide the bags
under her eyes.
“And
now? We don’t want you infecting the kids you
know.”
“Oh,
um, I’m f-fine, really.” She was standing
in the principal’s office overlooking the campus.
Hermes had kept her up all night again. After her dance
they’d chased the sunset around the world, making love in the
mountains outside LA, on the beaches of
“I’ve
been looking at your records…” The
principal turned his back to pull something out of a filing cabinet.
Kara
felt a passing breeze and gasped. Far too fast for anyone to
see, someone had come by and pulled her panties down to her
ankles. It wasn’t too hard to guess who.
She carefully stepped out of them and vaporized them with her stellar
vision before the principal noticed. ‘Not
again!’ She thought.
“My
good friend Ms. Barbarossa recommended you
highly…” The principal continued.
There
was another breeze and now Kara’s shirt was half unbuttoned
and her bra was on the desk. She snatched it back and
vaporized it too. She made a note to buy more underwear, she
was running low.
“…
in particular she praised your reliability…”
Another
breeze, she felt a kiss on her neck and now her brown wig was
askew. She hastily fixed it.
“…I
would hate to think Ms. Barbarossa was a poor judge of character
but…”
There
was another breeze, the principal’s papers were scattered
across the room and his glasses knocked off his face. He
found them a looked around again.
“Kara?
Kara Danvers? Where are you?”
Stella
was on top of Shooter tower, miles away in downtown
Megapolis. She was naked. Hermes smiled at her.
“Hello
lover. It’s such a beautiful day I
couldn’t stand to be separated from you another
minute.”
“Hermes?
Hermes please I have a job, I have a secret identity-“
“And
whose idea was that? Yours? Or that awful Gloria
woman?”
“Gloria’s
but she’s not awful, she’s my friend.
She-“
Whatever
Stella was going to say next was stifled by Hermes’ kiss, by
his strong arms around her, by his iron-hard dick poking out of his
tiny loincloth. Stella surrendered.
***
“Hey
Gloria, how do I look?” Lynn stepped out of her
bedroom dressed in a Chanel original, a tiny black dress that left
little to the imagination and tight enough that underwear
wasn’t an option.
“Fine,
you look fine
“Huh?
Was that tonight? I thought it was Friday?”
“Tonight
is Friday Lynn.”
“Oh,
sorry I have a date and-“ DING-DONG “Here he
is!”
“Hello
lover” he kissed
“Yes,
nice to meet you.” She said without looking up from her
files. She frowned, now she had to re-plan everything without
counting on Stella’s help. She looked again at the
“I
brought you something my love.”
“Ooo!
It’s so beautiful! Can I put it
on?”
“Of
course!”
“Working
on something?”
“Yes,
I’m a consultant; I’ve been working on these
‘King of Thieves’ robberies.”
“Must
be frustrating.”
“You
could say-“
There
was a rush of air and suddenly Gloria found herself on the
couch. Naked. She caught a glimpse of
Matt’s face smirking at her and felt something between her
legs! She tried to cry out, to fight back but it happened so
fast!
Suddenly
she was back in her chair, dressed, with a file in her hand.
She could feel some wetness between her legs.
“Well
I’m sure the Minx will track that rascal down. She
is the world’s greatest detective after all.”
“Huh?
Oh, um, yes, I’m sure she will.”
“OK!
I’m ready! How does it look?”
“Stunning,
almost as beautiful as you.”
“Well
we’re off; don’t wait up for us Gloria.”
Gloria
heard a door slide open and turned. She was sure
she’d heard the door to the penthouse garden, not the
elevator. But when she looked there was no one
there. She shook her head.
“Too
much work, too much stress, no wonder I’m having
hallucinations.” She sat back down and opened
another set of Interpol files.
Then
she froze. At long last her incredible mind put it all
together.
***
Hundreds
of miles away in the Canadian wilderness, atop a snow-capped mountain
Stella and Hermes made love. The little black dress was
peeled up around her hips, the top peeled down below her
breasts. Her long blond hair made a halo around her
heart-shaped face. The heat from their superhuman bodies
melted a ring twenty feet across.
Hermes
smirked at her.
“You’re
so beautiful.”
“Mmm…”
“I
mean it. I’ve seen every woman from Helen of Troy
to Joan of Arc, to Cleopatra and you eclipse them all.”
“Oh
don’t talk to me about Cleopatra… she’s
a total bitch.”
“Believe
me, I know. Stella can I ask you a question?”
“Hee-hee,
you just did!”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,
yeah, sure, what?”
“Do
you love me?”
“Huh?’
“Do
you love me Stella? Do you really love me?”
“Um,
yeah, sure, I guess, I mean, we’re together aren’t
we?”
“But
do you love me, would you do anything for me? I need to
know.”
“Yes,
Hermes I do love you, I mean you’re the first man
I’ve been with who didn’t want to steal my powers
or do experiments on me or something. You’re kind,
and gentle and handsome and you make me feel… ”
He
kissed her while his clever hands fondled her pussy and tits.
“…OH!
Oh yes, Hermes, I love you, I love you, oh do that again!”
And
he did. And Stella’s screams filled the valley.
“Mmm,
I love you Hermes…” She finally cooed.
“I
know.”
***
Stella
slipped into a pleasant post-coital sleep and Hermes slipped
away. Robbing the
He
dumped the priceless paintings in the sea – for him the joy
was in the getting, not the having – and rejoined his stellar
lover.
“Come
my dear, let’s return to Megapolis.”
“Do
we have to? I want to stay here…
There’s no one around, no one yelling ‘save me
Stella’, you don’t know what it’s
like. It’s terrible being me.”
“Oh
believe me, I know about responsibility. On
He
helped the girl of the stars stand up and rearranged her
dress. He kissed her on the cheek. “Race
you!” He whispered and then he was gone.
“No!
Wait! I don’t have my invulnerable
costume! I can’t…”
But she was talking to the air. Stella took off after him,
gingerly trying to keep her tiny dress from shredding as she
accelerated.
So
she missed it all.
***
“Damn
you! Damn you both to Hades!” Hermes
screamed! “And the whore Stella too! Damn
you Stella, where are you! Help me you bitch!”
“ho,
ho little brother, after your mischief with these humble mortals I
think all-mighty Zeus will make sure you are the one in
Hades!” Apollo
replied. The messenger of the gods squirmed in his chains but
could not get free. “Thine
bonds were forged by mighty Hephaestus himself, you will not soon be
free of them. Now let us alight back to noble
“Stars
and comets! What’s going on?”
“Stella!
You’re back, thank goodness!”
“Minx,
what’s going on?”
“Stella
sit down I know this is going to be a shock but the man
you’ve been seeing, he’s really Hermes, the god of
thieves.”
“Yeah.
And?”
“You
knew?”
“Um…
sort of.”
“Oh.
So you knew he was also the one pulling those ‘King of
Thieves’ robberies too?”
“Um…
no?” Stella lied. “He never
told me. Honest!”
“Well
that’s a relief! For a while I’d been
suspecting the King of Thieves had some sort of supernatural abilities.
No one could have pulled off the robberies he did.
Then when I met your boyfriend ‘Matt Curry’ it all
came together. Matt Curry is an obvious alias for
Mercury-“
“Obvious?”
“-plus
the necklace he gave you was one of the ones stolen from the diamond
exchange. Finally I realized he had the same eyebrows as the
King of Thieves. Then I realized he was trying to seduce you,
probably to help him battle his half-brother Apollo.”
“Trying
to seduce me…”
“So
I used Night Fox’s old Defending League of Justice
communicator to contact Apollo and set a trap here.”
“Oh.”
The
two heroines sat in silence for a while.
“He
didn’t? Did he? Seduce you I
mean?”
“Huh?
No, no of course not… I mean, what kind of girl do you think
I am?”
“You’re
a good girl Lynn, you’re the best.”
“Thanks
Gloria.”
They
hugged. Suddenly the Minx jumped up! “Of
course! I should have thought of it sooner!
Apollo!”
“Huh?”
“That’s
the guy for you! He’s one of the most powerful
heroes on Earth, he’s handsome, noble, smart,
cultured… he’s the man we’ve been
looking for!”
“Apollo?”
“He’s
been working out of
***
The
Flying Fox landed silently outside Arnold Stone’s
By
her calculations Stella and Apollo would be in each others’
arms by now. According to what she had heard about Apollo
there was no way he’d be able to keep his hands off of
Which
had gotten her thinking about Arnold again. She’d
gotten so caught up in the King of Thieves she’d not called
him in weeks. She figured he was due for a nice surprise.
A
diamond-tipped glass cutter got her inside. She shed her
heavy mink coat and headed for the bedroom dressed only in her skimpy
black lingerie.
She
paused that the door and listened.
“Hmm…”
She could hear
“Mmm…
up for another go?”
The
Minx froze at the sound of the second voice. A woman.
“Again?
Where do you get your stamina?”
“Mom
and dad of course.”
The
Minx recognized the voice; her photographic memory instantly placed
it. Liberator Woman!
***
Liberator
Woman– This new heroine is active in the
***
“Its
good we finally got together Libby, what with us both working
“Mmm,
gotta say I was kind of surprised when you invited me over,
isn’t there something going on between you and the
Minx?”
“Me?
And the Minx? Where did you hear that?”
“Y’know
team-up, the grapevine.”
“Libby,
the Minx is just another roof rat; a martial artist with some
toys. Us real superheroes don’t mix with
them. They’re just not in our league. You
don’t think I’d waste the good old rod of iron on
some roof rat do you?”
The
girl didn’t answer, she just moaned.
The
Minx scowled and reached again for the door.
“Ahem.
Ms… Minx was it?”
“Um…
I… uh… yes?” It was Bulfinch,
“I
don’t recall you having an appointment this evening, I am
afraid Mr. Stone is otherwise occupied tonight.”
“Yes,
I can see…”
“Your
coat madam.”
“Yeah…
thanks.”
“I
believe you know where the door is.”
“Right,
thanks.”
“We
will send you a bill for the window. Good night
madam.”
The
Minx made it to the Flying Fox without crying. Then she let
it all out.
“Roof
rat! That’s all she was to him, another third-rate
roof rat! Well she’d show him!
She’d show them all!”
At
least she figured Stella was having a good night.
***
Stella
waited hovering over
And
she didn’t.
She
caught sight of him and he did take her breath away. His skin
was like molten gold sheathed in a tiny white toga that left little to
the imagination. His dark curly hair and olive branch crown
framed his noble features. One look at him and she forgot all
about Matt. She swooped down after him.
“Hello?
Hello, Apollo?”
“Aye,
it is I, Apollo the lord of light, son of the sun, and guardian of
good.”
OK,
so he talked a little funny.
“Um,
hi. I’m Stella. Um, the girl of the
stars? Stellar Man’s cousin? I uh, just
wanted to thank you, you know, for saving me from Hermes.”
“Ah
yes, tis a shame my crafty half-brother Hermes was able, once more, to
plague your mortal world. Rest assured he will not soon
trouble you again! Tartarus has few punishments harsher than
those reserved for one who defied the will of mighty Zeus!”
“That’s
um, great. Really.” She
couldn’t stop looking at him! With her stellar
vision she took a peek through his toga, Apollo really was built like a
god! She started toying with her hair. “I
was thinking maybe, we could like, have a drink or something, you know,
at your place?”
“Ah,
does the girl of the stars seek the manly company of the lord of
Light?”
“Um…
I guess…”
“A-Ha-ha-ha!
Truly a noble jest!”
“You
think I’m joking?”
“Surely
you do not think the Son of the Sun would ever degrade himself by
sampling the rejected leftovers of foul Hermes?”
“L-leftovers?”
Stella started to cry.
“The
stench of his spoor is still upon thine loins! Why I would
sooner couple with the lowest harlot of
“I…
I guess I’ll go then…”
“The
Son of Zeus does not lower himself to rut with Hermes’
cast-off concubines! Great Apollo would rather join the
decadent orgies of the satyrs than touch the skin of Hermes’
Whore! He would…”
Stella
flew away faster than sound to escape his words but the damage was
already done. He was right! She was just some
whore, fucking anyone who would have her! She soared out of
the atmosphere, tears froze on her cheeks. She could see her
special place waiting for her. Her burning loins ached for
some relief.
Afterword
Well
that was a long one, I had a lot of ideas brewing and they kept coming
as I wrote this issue.
Lots
of new characters too, even if they only showed up in passing.
I’ve
added pictures of our heroines to the top, the art comes from a great
hero-making website: http://fabricadeherois.blogspot.com/
It’s
in Portuguese but pretty easy to figure out, it gives you some body
types to start with and then you add eyes, hair, clothes and so on. I’ve spent way
too much time on it playing with character ideas.
As
for the story, once more Stella just can’t win.
Gee, it really is like someone is out to get her. Funny
that.
I
was inspired in part by a Supergirl story a year or two back where she
hooked up with a stalker superhero named Power Boy.
Unfortunately the story only lasted an issue and they killed him off
later. Too bad since it really had potential. Smart
women who make really, really bad choices in men are pretty common on
TV and movies (and in life) but we rarely see it in comics. I
guess they’re still supposed to be for kids.
Marcus
Lycus
Next
issue:
After one of her students is assaulted Stella gets serious about street
gangs. But what happens when they get serious about
her?
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