Stella and the Minx #34:
Fall of the
Heroines
Stellar Man and
Night Fox were the greatest heroes of the 60s but in the 70s their female
counterparts Stella and Minx took over!
But now Stella, Princess
Patriot and Liberator Woman are in the hands of dangerous anarchists, who can
save her now?
Are the world's
greatest heroines about to become the greatest villainesses?
Find out now!
Marcus Lycus
January 2010
Issue
34 – Fall of the Heroines!
Psyche marched proudly into Drake Warlock’s bedroom, three once-mighty
heroines in tow. Now all of them were
her playthings.
First came Stella. The girl of
the stars was happier than she’d been in weeks, she was smiling and whistling a
little tune. She finally got it. After years of being sad and unsure of
herself everyone was clear. She finally
understood that she had to tear down the system, it was the only way!
Behind her she dragged Liberator Woman’s battered body by her ragged
cape. Libby’s face was a mass of bruises
and her costume little more than rags.
Her breasts were burned a livid red. She showed that hussy what it meant to tangle
with the girl of the stars!
Last came Kathy Libertine, Princess Patriot's true identity. She followed behind timidly, unsure where she
was or why she was there. She only wore
Timmy’s button down shirt, the tails barely covering her butt and crotch. She kept tugging on it trying to pull it
lower. Hickies covered her neck.
Gayle was back in her purple robe and wore only a pair of purple panties
underneath. She smiled at Drake and
gestured for the others to come closer.
“You see Drake, nothing to worry about.
These heroines, sure they stand up for the system but once they see our
side…” She pulled Kathy closer and
kissed her neck, the teen moaned and tried to pull away but not too
convincingly. “…they come around. Don’t they Princess?”
“I just… I… I don’t know…please let me...”
“Ssh, Princess, there’s nothing to worry about no one here will judge
you. You just need some nice rest…” Gayle looked into her eyes with her deep
violet ones. Katherine Libertine fell
limply to the floor.
Drake walked around her admiring her body through the thin man’s
shirt. There was some real potential
there. He wondered if it what they said
about her was true, was she really a virgin?
He made a note to find out once Gayle was done with her.
He crossed the room and looked over Liberator Woman. Now she was a fine looking woman, with
breasts the size of melons and a toned body that looked like she could crush a
man between her mighty legs. Of course
she didn't look like she'd be up for any crushing any time soon. “And what happened here?”
Stella giggled. “Oh her? She thought she could tell me what to do but
I taught her a lesson, I taught her good.”
Stella dropped Libby’s cape and kicked her. The blonde moaned weakly.
SMACK!
Drake Warlock winced and shook his hand after striking Stella’s
invulnerable cheek but the Girl of the Stars was too shocked to notice.
“Huh?” She finally said.
Drake put an arm around her and whispered in her ear. “Lynn, my dearest, fighting is not the
answer, hate is not the answer, that’s how the system works, we’re all about
love baby, love. Not hate.”
“Oh I… I didn’t think of it that way I just…”
“I know, I know, and now poor Libby is lying there on the floor and
can’t help us at all. But look at the
Princess there-“ Drake pointed at
Princess P’s sleeping form “-she’s so happy to be joining us, but this girl… Oh
Lynn what will I do with you?”
“I… I’m sorry, stars and comets, I didn't mean to
it's just she made me so mad... I didn't think.”
“Hush my dear, it’s not your fault, it’s the system that made you what
you are.”
“Darn system…”
“Which is why you’re going to help tear it all down.”
Stella smiled, she liked the sound of that.
“And as for her…” Drake walked
around Libby admiring the rise and fall of her hefty breasts. “Someone take her down to
the English Room, she’ll just have to sit this one out.”
One of Drake’s hanger-ons stepped up and grabbed Liberator Woman by the
arms and started pulling.
“Hey, wait a sec, I haven’t seen you here before!”
The blone in the tie-dyed minidress looked back at Drake. “Oh, they call me uh…"
"Pepper, uh... Peppermint."
"Peppermint?"
"Yeah.
Peppermint. Wanna see why?”
She let go of Libby’s arm and strutted up to Drake. She grabbed his head and planted a deep rich
kiss on his lips. She was a tall girl a
few inches taller than Drake with prominent breasts the she pushed against the
pop artist's thin chest.
Drake licked his lips. "Mmm,
peppermint lipstick… I see. I think you
and I will be getting to know each other a lot better."
"Looking forward to it Drake."
She blew him a kiss, then took Libby's arm and helped drag the senseless
blonde out of the room.
Stella stared at her for a second, she seemed familiar somehow, like
someone she knew… Her head started to hurt, her vision to blur. When her thoughts cleared the girl was
gone. Stella shrugged, it was probably
nothing important.
***
“Geeze you’re heavier than you look!”
Pepper Dickinson scolded.
“Uh…” Liberator Woman
moaned. The front of her costume was
little more than charred rags exposing her melon-like breasts which
were now burnt bright red.
“And doesn’t look like you’ll be much good in a fight either.”
“Uh…” Liberator Woman moaned.
“Or much of a conversationalist.
I'll just get you out of here and then we can plan our next move.”
She headed for the exit.
“Hey you! You going the wrong
way!” Two of Drake’s people challenged
her, they were big guys but Minx was pretty sure she could take them. But if they raised the alarm…
“Huh? Like I totally thought the
English Room was this way!”
“Uh-uh, downstairs.”
“Um, OK, can you like help, she’s kind of heavy.”
The guys shrugged and picked up Libby by her arms and legs and carried
the moaning heroine down the stairs to the basement.
The English room turned out to be a stone dungeon-like room with chains
hanging from the walls and ceilings. A
good selection of whips and leather bindings hung from neatly-arranged racks.
In one corner was a middle-aged guy in an unconvincing hippie costume,
his nose was broken and he was chained to the wall. The Minx shook her head, probably another
degenerate S&M freak.
The two men locked an iron collar around Libby’s neck and similar
bindings around her wrists and ankles.
The battered blonde barely stirred.
Thick chains followed going from the collar and cuffs to a peg on the
floor. Then another layer of chains,
then a third.
“Um, like, don’t ya think that’s enough?”
The two guys ignored her and applied a fourth and fifth set of heavy
chains.
“Um guys?”
Then a sixth.
And a seventh.
“Hey you saw her, she’s strong, we gotta hold little miss Women’s Lib
down here till Gayle can get her claws into her. ‘Less you want her pulling our limbs off.”
“Um yeah, guess you’re right.”
The three left the room. Pepper
Dickinson took one last look back at the unconscious chained heroine and her
heart sank. Obviously there was no help
coming from that direction!
***
Upstairs things were just getting started.
Gayle had her long willowy arms wrapped around the young body of Kathy
Libertine and was nibbling on her neck.
Kathy’s shirt was halfway down her chest leaving her firm breasts
exposed. Her nipples were rock-hard and
her breath came in slow deep gasps that made the teen’s chest rise and fall
like the deck of a ship in a storm.
Gayle pinched one nipple and made the teen gasp. Her delicate finger slipped between the teens
legs and made her moan.
But the Girl of the Stars wasn’t having nearly as much fun.
“Pathetic. You know what you are,
you’re pathetic.” Drake Warlock barked.
Stella lay at his feet curled into a ball sobbing.
“All your life it’s been ‘yes sir!’, 'of course sir!',
'anything you say sir!'. You did anything they told you, standing up for a system that’s destroying the planet. I saw you last year fighting to protect
Tricky Dick, getting a medal from that warmonger. Are you proud of what you did? Proud to help protect that crook?”
“I’m sorry… it’s not my fault…”
“Or helping the pigs bust those poor ghetto kids. They call you a champion of justice but if
you knew the first thing about justice you’d be on the people’s side, not the
pigs.”
“…wasn’t my fault… the Minx…”
“Oh that’s right Stella.
Nothing’s ever your fault, you know why?
Because you never think for yourself, you let the system think for you!”
Stella sobbed again. Drake knelt
down and put his arms around her.
“Ssh, quiet now, I’m here. I’ll
help you break free of the system.”
“R-really…”
“Of course my dear, just listen to me and it’ll all be OK.”
"OK?"
"Yes, it will all be OK.
Here drink your medicine."
Drake handed Stella a small vial of pink liquid, Stella eagerly uncapped
it and downed the drug. Drake didn't
know what was in that stuff but he knew the effect it had on the most powerful
woman on Earth.
In seconds her eyes were glazed over, her breath was coming in gasps and
she couldn't keep her hands off of him.
He undid her yellow belt and pulled her costume over her head. Stella smiled and pulled off her blue
panties. Still wearing her long red
boots she straddled Drake and pulled down his pants. Wiping the tears from her eyes she slowly
lowered herself onto his manhood.
Drake had to choke back a laugh.
They were all the same. Treat
them like queens, then treat them like dirt.
Tell them it’s all their fault then offer forgiveness. Tell them they have to think for themselves
then do their thinking for them.
It didn’t matter who they were. A
clueless co-ed or a stellar heroine, women were all the same.
***
The next morning dawned and four figures assembled on the roof of the
Warehouse.
Kathy Libertine looked over the polluted skies of Megapolis with glassy
eyes. Still wearing only Timmy O’Leary’s
shirt, now stained with sweat and other juices, she swayed uncertainly and but
for Gayle’s reassuring touch on her arm might have collapsed completely.
Stella on the other hand looked radiant.
Her tears were gone, her powers were back and she was smiling. For the first time since the Minx died she
felt like she understood her place in the world.
CLAP-CLAP!
“Now then my dear, dear ladies you know what to do I take it?”
“…wha…” Kathy slurred.
“Don’t worry my dear, it’s just like I told you, we need Princess
Patriot now.”
“…dun wanna… she’s bad… part of the system…”
“Yes, yes my dear, she WAS part of the system, but now you’re thinking
for yourself and we need her power.”
“…buh… buh… power bad… corrupts…”
“Yes my dear, power corrupts, but not when you’re bringing power to the
people!”
“…wha… I can’t think… fuzzy head…”
“Stars and comets! We don’t need
Princess Perfect! She’ll just mess
everything up like she always does!”
“Hush my darling Girl of the Stars.
Don’t you remember what it was like for you just a few days ago,
confused, still fighting your lifetime of programming. Our dear Princess just needs a few seconds to
get her head straight.”
“She’s gonna mess everything up.”
Stella pouted.
“Now just spin for us Kathy, spin like you showed me before.”
“…oh…ok…”
Gayle released the dizzy teen and gave her bit of a shove. Kathy Libertine’s reflexes took over and she
went into a spin. There was a flash of
light and noise like thunder and she was gone and in her place stood…
Princess Patriot!
“S-sweet Liberty! What did you do
to me you… you…” She raised her staff,
lighting crackled around it.
Drake ran for the stairs.
Stella stepped forward.
But Gayle simply raised a finger to Princess P’s forehead and whispered
“ssh”.
The patriotic heroine stumbled back a few steps, her eyes became glassy,
her expression slack. “…wha…” she muttered.
“Don’t worry Princess, just listen to me and it will all be OK.”
“…oh…ok…” she said in a confused
whisper.
Drake ducked his head out and returned.
“Now then, you all know what to do right?”
Gayle smiled, Stella nodded, Princess Patriot shook her head but
remained silent.
“Well then, let’s begin!”
***
The peace rally started pretty small.
Most of the peaceniks were too
hung-over to get up early so it was just a few die-hard hippies assembling in Siegel
Square.
And few of them bothered to look up at the rooftops as three amazing
women landed.
But they certainly noticed what came next!
The first sign something was going on came when Princess Patriot, the
paragon of purity herself flew over the square.
A few protestors threw beer bottles and curses at the conservative cutie
who’d spent so much time defending the Vietnam war. Others ignored her. But they couldn’t ignore what came next!
“God DAMN America!” She
yelled. “God damn AMERICA and all her
racism! God damn America and all her
wars! God damn America and President
Nixon!”
The assembled hippies looked up puzzled.
Princess Patriot aimed her staff at the flag flying over the draft
registration center. Bolts of lighting
flew from its tip striking the red, white and blue banner. The flag burst into flames. The crowd cheered.
“I could have done that.” Stella
scoffed. “She’s not so special. She just has her magic stuff. She’s not even a real superheroine. Not like me.”
Psyche put a hand on the slim blonde’s shoulder and kissed her
cheek. “Of course my dearest, of
course. But let her have her fun, she’s
only just joined the cause, she needs to show the world what she stands for
now.”
“Hmph.”
“You know you’re my special one.”
“I’d better be.”
Over the square Princess Patriot’s antics were attracting more
attention. She tore off her own cape and
tossed it to the crowd.
“I… I’m tired of being a tool of the warmongering, male chauvinist
system!” She tore off her red leather breastplate and let that drop to the ground. Dozens of men appeared at the windows of
surrounding building to watch. Many had
cameras. There was even a TV
crew.
“I… I HATE AMERICA!” She yelled
as she tossed her blue skirt to the street below. Naked now except for her panties and winged sandals she started to spin in mid-air. There was a flash of light and a crash of
thunder.
“From now on you can call me…”
ÿ
PRINCESS PEACENIK ÿ
She still carried her staff and wore her sandals and bracelets but now her
costume was just a dirty tank top with a crude peace symbol on it and a tiny
miniskirt that barely covered the teen’s ass.
Her unconstrained breasts swayed freely under the top jiggling back and
forth as she hovered over the city.
“Now let’s show the man who’s boss!”
She raised her staff and fired another lighting bolt this time leveling
the army recruiting station in the center of the square.
“Come on now Stella, let’s go!”
Psyche rose into the air, over the protestors, Stella followed.
***
Drake Warlock and his pinko followers laughed as the recruiting station
went up in flames. They were watching
the coverage on a huge 22" color TV.
After the recruiting center burned, the mob stormed a bank. Stella tore out the vault door and tossed
handfuls of cash to the crowd. The newly
rechristened Princess Peacenik held off the cops with lightning bolts and her
own super strength.
But the most terrifying of all was Psyche hoving
silently behind them, her face invisible in the shadows of her cloak. Sweat rolled down her forehead as she
concentrated, stirring the passions of the crowd, keeping the Princess under
control and monitoring Stella. The last
was oddly enough the easiest. Stella
seemed to take to her new role as a revolutionary with unbridled enthusiasm. Psyche watched her tear apart a Mercedes
dealership laughing the whole time.
Pepper felt chills up her spine, if Drake and
his cronies could do that to Stella, what hope did she have?
But if she did nothing, what hope did anyone
have. She saw Stella set a school on
fire and crowd cheer.
Drake raised a microphone to his lips.
"Good job Gayle, you've made a good
start."
Miles away Psyche heard his voice through the
radio in her earring. "Thank you
Drake, but it's hard, so hard... they're resisting!"
"Pah, that's just their conditioning. They'll come around soon enough, you just
have to hold on for these first few hours of the revolution."
"H-hours..."
"Yes my dear. Don't worry.
I know you're strong enough."
"Please Drake, don't leave me..."
No one paid any attention to the blonde walking
behind Drake. She raised her hand in a
karate chop.
"Don't worry Gayle, I'm here, I'll be with
you for the whole-ug!"
"Drake?
Drake? Are you there?"
CLICK.
Pepper stepped over Drake's unconscious body and
turned off the radio. The dozen men and
women in the room just looked at her in shock.
"Sorry hippies. Revolution's cancelled."
One of the bigger men stood up, towering a full
head over the blonde heroine.
"Yeah?
Says who?"
Pepper smiled.
Then she kicked him in the balls.
***
"Drake? Drake?
Where are you? I can't hear
you! Drake!"
Psyche took off her earring
and put it back on. Nothing.
Below her the crowd grew
quiet. Confused.
Psyche's head started to
hurt again, sweat covered her brow. She
tried to focus but there was too much going on, and she was so tired.
Princess Peacenik pointed
her staff at an approaching police car but then lowered it and shook her head.
Psyche reached out with her
mind, scanning for Drake.
The crowd began to grow
loud again. "Where am I?" "What's going on?" "Oh my God, the school is on fire!"
Psyche could barely sense
him, something was wrong, Drake was in trouble!
She turned in midair to fly back to the Warehouse.
CRAKA-BOOM!
The lighting bolt hit her
from behind. She tumbled from the sky.
"Hmph.
Well that takes care of her. Now
what am I doing in these filthy clothes?"
Princess Patriot wondered.
"Oh well." She spun in
midair, there was a flash of light and a crash of thunder and once again Princess Patriot! hovered over the city.
***
"Why did I ever leave
San Francisco..." Liberator Woman moaned miserably.
First she'd been beaten up by Satan Girl, then by Stella. Now chained up in a dungeon. This just wasn't her week.
She heard the door opening
and tensed for whatever abuse would come next.
"Hey ready to check
out of here?"
"Minx?"
"Yup, in the slightly
bruised flesh."
"What happened to your
eye?"
"Oh this? This is nothing, you should see the dozen
other guys."
She pulled out a pick and got
to work opening the locks on Libby's chains.
"So how are we
doing?"
"Hard to say. I knocked out Drake and on the TV I saw
Psyche go down. So in theory we should
be OK."
"In theory?"
"Well Princess P and
Stella looked pretty out of it."
"Yeah. Psyche really did a number on them huh?"
"They should be free
from her control now though."
***
"Stella what are you
doing?"
"I'm tearing it
down! Tearing it all down!" Stella picked up a Cadillac and tossed it
into the side of an office building.
"Stella stop!" Princess Patriot ran over and put a
reassuring hand on Stella's shoulder.
"It was Psyche, she was controlling you, but she's out now, we're
free."
Stella turned to face
Princess Patriot, her face twisted with rage.
"Free?! Free for what? Free to do what the man tells us to do? Free to follow the rules and do what Tricky
Dick tells us? Is that what you
mean?"
"Stella... Lynn...
it's over, Psyche's down, everyone is going home."
"Oh so Princess
Perfect says it's over so now we just go back to what we were doing? I put on that stupid minidress and let
Stellar Man tell me what to do? That's
how it works?"
"What? No Stella, I'm just saying-"
POW!
Princess Patriot's magic
armor protected her from the full force of the blow or her body would have been
pulped. But the impact still sent her
flying backwards into the side of a truck.
Her staff went flying under a car.
"Stella no! Stop!"
The blonde landed in front
the frightened heroine, a chilling grin on her face.
"Not so pushy without
your magic stick are you?"
"Stella..."
WHOOSH! The blonde's hand moved faster
than Princess Patriot could see. Stella
held up her golden tiara.
"And what the hell is
this? A crown? Are you like princess of America?"
"It... it's a symbol
of my role as paragon of patrotism-"
CRINKLE
Stella crushed the golden
tiara into a ball and tossed it over her shoulder. Princess Patriot's face twisted with
rage. "You… you…" She raised her fists.
WHAM!
Princess Patriot blacked out
for a second, when she recovered she felt the blood running down from her nose
and the sharp pain shooting up to her brain.
Her eyes weren't focusing, she could just make out a fuzzy blue and red
figure in front of her.
"-just shut up
okay! I'm tired of people telling me
what to do! Tired of people saying what
I'm supposed to be! I'm the girl of the
stars! I'm the world's greatest heroine! Me!
Not you! You're just a stupid
girl with a magic stick and a dumb crown!"
"Lynn listen it's
Psyche she did something to you-"
Princess Patriot pleaded desperately.
WHAM!
This time Princess Patriot
saw it coming, barely, and raised her arm to block.
"AH!" The impact broke her arm. "Puh-lease… Lynn… it's Sss-Psyche, she's
controlling you!"
Stella smiled. She picked up a fallen steel girder and
lightly tossed it from one hand to the next.
"Yup. It was Psyche, that's what I'll say. She was controlling me- No! No!
Even better, she was controlling you!
Yeah, that way it's not my fault."
She swung back the girder like a bat and prepared to swing.
"Whoa there
Stella!"
She spun, Liberator Woman
was landing with the Minx in her arms.
"Fight's over Stella, I knocked out Drake and Psyche's gone."
"Oh hey, it's all
right we were just-"
"S-stop her
Libby! She's gone crazy!"
"What?"
"Crap!" Stella turned and tossed the girder into
Liberator Woman's stomach. The Minx fell
to the ground as a blue and red blur shot past her. Pepper Dickenson looked up, Stella now had
Libby by her torn blue cape and was pounding the poor heroine's face.
"H-help me
up…" Princess Patriot croaked. The Minx ran over and pulled the brunette to
her feet.
"What the fuck
is-"
"I don't know but it's
like Psyche unlocked something inside Stella, she's not herself! She's petty and violent and just full of
rage. I think… I think she was going to
kill me."
"Jesus…"
"Please, I need my
staff, I think it fell somewhere over there, can you help me find it?"
***
"Why did I ever leave San Francisco..." Liberator Woman moaned
miserably.
WHAM!
Stella hit her again,
blackening her eye. Why was she doing
this? Stella was supposed to be a
heroine, Stellar Man's cousin or daughter or something…
WHAM!
Another blow sent her head
reeling. Libby snarled, whatever was
wrong with Stella, the Woman of Power wasn't going to be anyone's punching bag!
BAM!
The sudden blow caught
Stella off-guard. The blonde was sent
flying head over heels before coming to a stop in a shaky hover.
"S-stars and comets…
what am I doing…"
WHOOSH!
Liberator Woman flew at her
grabbing her top with one hand and landing a blow with her other.
BAM!
Stella's proud S symbol
tore free in Libby's hand and the blond fell to the earth.
BOOM!
She hit the ground smashing
the pavement and leaving a crater thirty feet across.
She weakly tried to rise
but felt so dizzy, so weak. Not
now! Her powers were failing her again!
"I… please…"
WHOOSH!
Libby swooped by grabbing
the dizzy blonde by her leg and began to spin.
"AHH!" Stella screaming incoherently.
Then her thigh-high boot
tore loose and the girl went flying.
"Shit!" Libby yelled and tried to follow. She saw Stella hit the river and by the time
she arrived there was no trace of the girl of the stars.
She looked helplessly at
the torn boot in her hand and tossed it into the river as well.
"Crap…" She swore again. Then she headed back to where the fight
started.
***
“Sweet liberty!” Princess Patriot
exclaimed as she looked over the burning ruins in Siegel Square. After the riot it looked more like Europe
after the war. “I can’t believe Psyche
was able to force ordinary loyal Americans to do this!”
The Minx sneered at her. “You
don’t get out much do you? Didn’t you
hear about the riots in Watts? In
Newark? In Detroit? There’s a lot of angry people out there. And it doesn’t take much to set them off
sometimes.”
“Yes of course but we live in the greatest democracy the world has ever
known, why don’t express their will at the ballot box through their elected
representatives?”
“Well there’s a lot of people out there who think the system is
broken. Some days I’m one of them.”
“But aren't you a policewoman?”
“Yeah. I am.”
The Minx turned and walked away, quickly vanishing in the shadows of an
alley.
"Hey, you OK?"
Liberator Woman landed next to the Princess.
"I think so."
"But your arm and your crown thing…"
"Oh don't worry, that's easy to fix." She piroutted (wincing when her broken arm
moved), she spun. There was crash of
thunder and a flash of light and then…
Princess Patriot was whole
again. Her costume was restored and her
injuries healed.
"Neat trick, how does it work?"
"Magic."
"Huh, useful stuff. I have
to get my costumes custom made, costs a fortune." For the first time Liberator Woman seemed to
notice she was almost naked, she wrapped her torn cape around herself. Princess Patriot pretended not to notice.
"Where's Stella?"
"She uh… she got away."
"Sweet liberty! What if
she's still... you know." Princess
Patriot spun a finger next to her head.
"I uh… I think she was feeling better."
"Sweet liberty I hope so."
She looked over the damage.
"I don't know what we'd do if she went crazy like that again."
***
Miles away down river Stella surfaced and pulled herself onto a
trash-covered shore.
She spat out the polluted water.
"Stars and comets… now what?"
Afterword
This chapter took
forever to get done, hope it was worth the wait. Do I still have any readers after all this
time? Let me know!
As always my
little character sketches come from the good folks at Fabrica De Herois and their wonderful flash program for making
superheroes. If you haven’t checked them out yet give them a try. They added a bunch of new features which
finally let me give Princess Patriot wings on her sandals. I still have some older images to replace but
bit by bit…
Marcus Lycus
January 2010
Next issue: Where
is Stella? Where will she go from
here? Find out in 'The Triumph of the
Crowe! A bold new era for our heroine
stars here!
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