THE MARVEL, THE WITCH AND THE VOODOO
by CANUN6
Supergirl and Zatanna help Mary Marvel when troubled by a pesky young witch.



Dreams
	"It's a dream!  Just a dream!" she kept telling herself.  It 
was a dream.  The same one that she had had nearly every night for 
the past few months.  It was always the same, and always different.  
This time, she, Mary Bromfield, a bright, perky, junior at an 
exclusive private high school watched in paralyzed fascination as 
the superheroine Mary Marvel writhed before her.  This was odd as 
Mary Bromfield and Mary Marvel were different aspects of the same 
being, like two sides of the same coin.  They shouldn't exist in the 
same place at the same time.  It could only happen in a dream.
Multicolored filaments seemed to emanate from every part of the 
World's Mightiest Girl, apparently passing through the material of 
her impregnable costume going off in all directions, undulating like 
strands of seaweed drifting on languid currents, to be lost in the 
darkening distance.  In earlier dreams there had been fewer strands, 
and their origins had been localized in the superheroine's center.  
Now, no part of the powerful body before her eyes was free of them.
	Indeed, no part of that Marvelous body seemed to be free, but 
rather seemed to be constrained by the soft multihued waves 
traveling along the filaments to and from their origins.  In obvious 
response to these pulses, the World's Most Powerful Arms slowly 
caressed the World's Strongest Body while the World's Shapeliest 
Legs slowly performed the World's Most Erotic Writhing against one 
another.  The dream Mary Marvel was lost in an endless string of 
orgasms so powerful that she could barely breath between them.  She 
floated, gasping, at the center of that incredible web, turning 
slowly. . . now rigid, back arched, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in 
a silent scream as every muscle stood out in sharp detail, pungent 
fluid pumping through the crotch of her soaked panties to join the 
remnants of earlier eruptions making her's the World's Slipperiest 
Legs. . . then gasping in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. . 
.
	The mesmerized teen could only gasp and squirm in sympathy, 
feeling but the vaguest echoes of this display of the World's 
Longest Orgasm until, as had happened every morning for the past 
several months, the stimulation simply became too much.  Body 
vibrating like a bowstring, her core melted.  She squealed, gushed, 
and woke with a start. . . gasping and sweating in a heated tangle 
of bedclothes soaked with pungent lust.  Disheveled brown locks a 
matted mess, deep purple nipples slowly relaxing atop her firm young 
breasts, vagina twitching with aftershocks as the swelling of her 
tissues began to subside.  Unlike most dreams, once awake, Mary 
could remember every fantastic detail, and for a moment she reviewed 
those details as she cooled.  Finally, nearly as fatigued as when 
she'd gotten into bed, Mary dragged herself to the shower and went 
through the process of setting herself in order for the new day.
	Why was this dream haunting her?!?  At first she'd thought it 
might be some manifestation of the body changes that were her 
passage through puberty, but that had begun years before!  She had 
only been Mary Marvel for a little more than a year.  Mary Marvel 
was much more developed than Mary Bromfield, and magically changing 
from one to the other always made her acutely aware of what it was 
to be a woman.  Did that have something to do with it?  Why was Mary 
Marvel always the one writhing in the center of the strange web, and 
Mary Bromfield always the witness?  Was she going crazy?!?  Or was 
something else going on?
	Well, she was much too busy to investigate dreams now (and 
wouldn't know where to begin if she had the time!).  She had a full 
day of high school ahead of her (an exam in biology, a paper due in 
English, an oral report in Math), and that evening, Mary Marvel was 
to make a very rare television appearance with some other 
superheroines to help support a coordinated antidrug movement 
presenting a multifaceted approach to help keep kids away from that 
worst scourge of the century.
	
Angelina
	As Mary, revived by a hot breakfast and excitement over the 
day ahead dashed out of the house, not far away, a dark beauty, not 
much older than herself was putting the finishing touches on the 
project that had consumed her since she had left Trinidad almost a 
year before.  Angelina Euginia had been raised from birth as a 
witch.  Her mother, Cameris, was the last in a lineage that she 
could trace unbroken through generations of shamans, witch doctors, 
and medicine women, from the East Indies slave trade to equatorial 
Africa, to the Pharaohs of Egypt and earlier than written record.  
The knowledge of the black arts gathered by each ancestor was added 
to the whole and passed to the next generation by word of mouth and 
careful training until Angelina became the recipient of that 
encyclopedic lore, that ancient discipline.
	As the only child of a powerful and revered witch, Angelina 
was naturally spoiled rotten.  She was used to being the best at 
everything, having her every wish granted, and fawned over by young 
and old alike.  It was unfortunate that just as Angelina had 
mastered most of the ancient arts, her mother had died in a tragic 
spell gone wrong.  She had become distracted at just the wrong 
moment in a normally simple procedure to revive a dying neighbor's 
child, removed the disease from the child but accidentally visited 
it upon herself instead of dissipating it harmlessly.  She had 
fallen into a coma and died within hours, leaving young Angelina 
alone and angered at a world that would take her mother from her.
	Angelina found herself the last of her line, the repository of 
its enormous knowledge and power, but still a bright-eyed, 
excitable,   undisciplined child, inexperienced in the ways of the 
world.  The profound sorrow of loosing her mother, and the nagging 
thought that had she known more she might have been able to save 
her, turned the youth to an obsession with learning more and 
increasing her already very considerable skills.  When news of the 
Marvels appearing in Fawcett City reached her, ancient ancestral 
memories of a powerful Egyptian wizard were teased from the dust of 
ages back into the light.  After taking unto himself mystic relics 
that Angelina's ancestor believed to be hers, it was said that he 
had left this realm to dwell at the Rock of Eternity that held all 
things (and, indeed, all Time) together.  Here he was out of reach 
of any earthbound mages.  She knew these Marvels to be his from 
memories of similar beings appearing in Egypt, thousands of years 
ago.  She resolved to travel to Fawcett City, make contact with the 
wizard and honestly or by guile return his powers to herself.
	She made her way to the city and found the abandoned subway 
tunnel in which Billy Batson had first called down the magic 
lightning and been transformed into Captain Marvel.  Her scrying 
discovered dust and other residues of the event, saturated in the 
magics of the ancient wizard, but nothing that she could use to take 
her to him.  As the Marvels themselves were the only vestige of the 
ancient magic that still walked the planet, she resolved to use one 
of them as a path to the ancient one.
	Angelina bottled up her youthful exuberance and set about 
carefully planning.  Of the three, Mary Marvel was the obvious path 
for her.  Being inexperienced in the ways of the world, and having 
lead a very protected childhood, she had very little knowledge of 
men, their motivations, strengths and weaknesses.  She reasoned that 
since she and Mary were both girls of nearly the same age she could 
use herself, her own feelings, desires, loves and fears, as her 
guide in approaching the World's Mightiest Girl.  She knew that she 
couldn't just walk up to Mary and ask her for some of her magic.  
She would have been extremely ill disposed toward anyone who might 
approach herself in that way.  She would need the upper hand, 
leverage, some control.  With this course of action settled, she 
resolved to construct a doll, a voodoo, a mystic 'remote control', 
with which to force the Marvel to pass her magic to her.
	She had never constructed a voodoo doll before, but had 
assisted her mother in the task on several occasions.  None of 
those, however were nearly as complex and detailed as she planned 
here.  It was a daunting undertaking, but, fortified with all the 
enthusiasm and arrogance of youth she felt equal to the job.
Fortunately, this world was full of materials for making a likeness 
of the intended victim.  In fact, one could buy, ready made, a near 
perfect flexible 10 inch tall 'Action Figure' of Mary.  An accurate 
copy from her short but discrete gold trimmed red dress, to her 
functional gold boots, to her button nose.  The magical residues she 
had found in the old subway tunnel would serve to forge the mystic 
link between the doll and the Superheroine, provided Angelina kept a 
clear mental image of Mary as she brought them together.  After that 
there remained only the straightforward but tedious task of linking 
each part of the doll with the corresponding part of the target.
	Angelina stole the latest issue Mary Marvel Action Figure from 
a display at Fawcett City's 'Toys R Us'.  It was advertised as 
having been 'sculpted by extensive computer analysis of many 
photographs of the amazing heroine, followed by painstaking modeling 
and three dimensional extrapolation' (whatever that meant).  This 
'collectors edition' came in a beautifully crafted, velvet lined 
wooden case with a number of accessories including model weapons of 
various villains, and an alternate (white) costume.
	Unpacking the doll, the child witch was struck by the simple 
beauty, innocence, self assurance, strength, and compassion 
reflected in its features.  Pausing briefly, she turned the doll 
about, admiring the fit of the tiny clothes and the visible but 
still softly feminine musculature evident in the dolls legs and 
arms.  Carefully, she unfastened the uniform's clasps and slipped it 
off of the figure.  The likeness to a living person was uncanny, and 
it brought a blush to Angelina's dark cheeks.  She caressed the 
doll's curves, gently tracing the boldly extravagant line of the 
bust, which was esthetically balanced by the highly developed 
musculature of the bottom.  She felt her insides softening, her 
nipples pressing against the fabric of her T-shirt, and her breath 
quicken as she explored the tiny body.  When she had begun to 'bud' 
her mother had introduced her to the power associated with human 
sexuality.  Angelina had developed a strong appreciation tinged with 
healthy apprehension and a quiet fascination for this all-powerful 
aspect of everything human, indeed everything living.  This would 
play a significant part in her planned assault on the World's 
Mightiest Girl.
	In her tiny two room flat, Angelina drew the shades, retrieved 
her tools and prepared her workplace.  The tools were set in neat 
rows down the right side of the old wooden desk, and the doll was 
placed on a white piece of linen before her.  Twisting a drill 
(fashioned from a nail taken centuries ago from a cursed child's 
coffin) she made a tiny hole an appropriate place in the doll's 
lower anatomy.  Angelina then pressed into the doll, particle by 
particle, her entire store the magic residue found in the old 
subway.  Now came the hard part.
	Dampening the corneas of an owl's eyes with enchanted 
seawater, she placed them over her own dark eyes, and using these 
ghastly contact lenses to view the weirdling dimension, began her 
search for the World's Mightiest Girl.  To her pleasant surprise, 
after following the enchanted trail linking the magic residue with 
all things Marvel for only a few minutes she came across her quarry. 
. . an apparently sleeping effigy nestled deep in a soul so sweet 
and innocent that it could only be that of a child not much younger 
than herself.  Mary seemed not to be aware of her.  Angelina 
wondered at the multicolored aura, glowing with power, which 
surrounded her vision of Mary.  This was indeed a formidable 
adversary!  
	 After carefully 'tiptoeing' around the form, viewing Mary 
from every angle, she chose a delicate pair of tweezers (constructed 
by her mother from the arm bones of a bat).  With the precision of a 
surgeon, she delved into Mary's very core, the center of her belly, 
and teased out a filament of aura.  The effigy's pelvis twitched at 
this but otherwise seemed unaffected.  The child witch painstakingly 
drew the strand of aura back to her desk and attached it to the 
corresponding part of the doll.
	Trembling with excitement, Angelina very carefully opened the 
doll's legs and drew a feather across its plastic sex.  To her 
immense satisfaction, the effigy's hips rolled, her legs squirmed 
against each other and her features softened. . . a dream within a 
dream.  The young sorceress, heart beating like a trip hammer, 
breath locked in her throat, took her trembling hands from the doll 
and tried to bring her excitement under control.  She had made first 
contact and remained undiscovered!  Apparently, Mary Marvel, in this 
state wasn't conscious.  Perhaps she needed something else to be 
'awake'.  So much the better!  Fired by her first success, she 
worked through the night, filament by filament, connecting Mary and 
the doll.
	For nearly four months she increased the number of tendrils 
running between doll and Mary.  She started at the center of the 
effigy and worked outward, paying great attention to the details of 
the body on which she worked.  She wished to control those awesome 
muscles, but she also paid particular attention to those parts of 
the body that could be stimulated to interrupt the brain with their 
top priority signals. . . pleasure organs, pain centers, taste and 
smell.  She hoped to build into her detailed control that peculiar 
balance of links that would allow her to transmit the indefinable 
combination of sensations that produced the phenomenon known as 
'tickling'.  It would take weeks to finish, but it would be worth it 
in the end!
	As the sun rose at the end of the first night, a completely 
fatigued but very happy girl rose from her desk and fell into bed.  
She had made many connections.  Already she could, by stroking and 
probing the doll's nether regions, drive the sleeping powerhouse to 
gasping, seizing, gut-melting orgasm after orgasm.  This had so 
stimulated the witch, that during the following nights, as she 
expanded her web, she always included 'love play' in testing her 
work.  She couldn't know that the Marvel's powerful responses were 
sensed distantly by the youngster to which she was joined.  When 
awake, the sensations of the surrounding world masked everything, 
but asleep, Mary Bromfield's essence was disturbed by the powerful 
sensations rolling through Mary Marvel's ethereal essence.  Her mind 
interpreted these feelings in surprisingly accurate dreams which 
took her to the peak of sexual excitement, threw her over the 
precipice, and left her sweating, gasping and spasming in a molten 
pool of her own secretions, when the morning found her.
	To avoid being found out before she was ready, Angelina 
scrupulously avoided touching the doll when she felt Mary Marvel was 
abroad in the mortal realm.  During the day, when she wasn't 
sleeping, she would replenish her meager till by removing money from 
the pockets of the drug dealers that loitered outside her building, 
and her larder from the neighborhood shops.  Simple spells that made 
her appear as someone else to those she met made this ridiculously 
easy.  For all her excitement and anticipation she heeded her 
mother's lessons, eating, resting, and exercising properly each day.  
She would need to be at her best when the doll was complete and the 
time came to face the Marvel herself!
	As the days passed and the mystics multiplied, Angelina was 
surprised to note that the doll seemed to change.  Its skin seemed 
to become less 'polished', less plastic like, and more lifelike.  
Its hair became finer, softer, and developed a definite curl.  Most 
astonishing though was its detail. . . Midway through the work, she 
could actually pry open the tiny mouth and, with the aid of a 
magnifying glass, count the brilliant, pearl-like teeth! . . . 
Inverting the tiny figure she found that the lower orifices had 
developed to the point were she could gently insert a pencil point 
into either the plastic anus or vagina! . . .  There even seemed to 
be a soft down of pubic hair forming and a tiny but clearly defined 
clitoris!  Although she'd never seen this happen before, with the 
boundless optimism of youth she considered these to be positive 
signs.  Signs that the links were going to be stronger than even she 
had hoped!
	The time was finally at hand.  The doll was complete to her 
satisfaction.  It looked human!  It had taken well over three 
months, but the final test on the effigy had been successful, and 
the only thing remaining was a 'shakedown' on a fully powered, 
'impregnable' superheroine!  As a precaution, she had decided to 
perform this last test at a distance.  Apparently Mary Marvel 
couldn't sense her in the weirdling dimension.  She was somehow 
'incomplete'.  She may be blind to her own aura!  But in the mortal 
realm, completed by whatever melding she made with the young girl in 
which she was cached, it would be another matter.  The complete 
Superheroine might not react to the doll as easily as did the 
essence.  Angelina didn't want to be too close to the real Mary when 
she ran her first tests!
	Also, once in the real world, Mary was nearly invisible to 
Angelina's weirdling sight, as things in the weirdling dimension 
were nearly invisible to mortal eyes.  She had chosen this night as 
she knew that Mary was to appear on television.  This was perfect!  
She could use modern technological magic to view Mary's responses to 
her ancient magical manipulations of the doll, while incognito, 
safely miles away.  Distance in the real world had little meaning in 
the weirdling dimension so she felt that it shouldn't hurt the 
doll's links to her prey.  Angelina was at last ready!

National Television
	Mary, and many of her Superheroine friends, were very good at 
fighting evil on a one on one basis.  Unfortunately the social ills 
that spawned evil were more difficult to address.  When the national 
D.A.R.E organization (as part of their new media blitz aimed at 
motivating kids to keep away from drugs) had asked the 
Superhero/heroine community to put their fame and personal appeal 
behind the effort, Mary, along with many others, had volunteered.  A 
series of TV programs were planned around these heroes with various 
themes.  The first that Mary was to be part of was aimed at young 
girls.  It was thought that if the teenage female public could get 
to know these Super role models on a somewhat personal level, it 
would stimulate them to take better care of themselves, possibly 
even positively influencing the young men most at risk.
	'Getting to Know the Heroines' was to be aired for two hours 
on a late October Saturday evening on national broadcast television.  
The younger heroines, Mary Marvel, Supergirl, Powergirl, and Batgirl 
were to participate, answering questions from a gallery of selected 
teens.  Knowing the potential danger posed by evildoers to such a 
gathering of eagles, the organizers had arranged the proceedings 
under heavy secrecy.  The studio location was available only on a 
'need to know' basis and strictest security was maintained at the 
site.  Guests, with the exception of the superheroines themselves, 
were brought to the event in disguised vehicles with blackened 
windows.
	Mary raced home after spending the afternoon helping prepare 
decorations for her School's Halloween dance.  As unnecessary as it 
was, she excitedly showered, washed her hair, and did her nails in 
preparation for the evening.  Then, dressed in a light party dress, 
ran off to the copse of oaks on the other side of the pond from her 
family's home.  There she uttered the magic word 'SHAZAM'!
	A brilliant bolt of lightning crashed down onto her slim form.  
As always, her involuntary scream was lost in the rolling thunder.  
She was transformed, the magical, powerful essence melding with the 
teen, expanding her body, instilling wisdom and self assurance, and 
in so doing, creating the World's Mightiest Girl.  The 
transformation always took Mary's breath away, and for a moment, the 
young mortal that was now but a part of this wonder reeled under the 
flood of conflicting sensation that came with the changes.  The 
transition lasted but a moment.  Mary Marvel reveled at being whole 
again, took in the beautiful autumn sky with a smile and leapt into 
the air.
	Angelina had been watching Mary with her owl eyes, hoping to 
witness the transformation.  Unfortunately, when it came, the slight 
spilling of mystic auras from the old wizard's lightning came 
through the awful enchanted contact lenses as a blinding flash of 
light.  Angelina couldn't protect herself.  Her eyes were already 
closed over those horrible lenses.  The view came from another 
dimension altogether.  She was blinded by the display!  Cursing 
herself for a fool, she lay back in bed and tried to compose 
herself.  Fortunately, the effects were brief, and she was soon 
looking into the 'place' where the effigy had been.  All was subtly 
changed!  The effigy was gone, but tendrils of the aura that she had 
attached to her doll were still evident.  They were no longer 
localized now, but seemed to stretch from the doll to every part of 
the soul she was observing.  The whole thing now glowed faintly with 
mystic energies.  The essence was no longer packed up and stored in 
the form of an effigy, but was now part of the girl who was its 
container.  The World's Mightiest Girl!
	Angelina carefully removed the owl corneas from her burning 
eyes and placed them their mystic box.  She washed her eyes with 
enchanted sea water and rested them briefly.  She had to examine the 
doll.  Had it been damaged by the mystic spillover from the 
transition?!?  Not wanting to tip her hand early, she did nothing to 
the doll but look at it from various angles.  It seemed alright!  
Glancing at her clock, she noted that Mary Marvel had given herself 
more than an hour to travel to the studio and get settled.  Good!  
Setting her alarm clock, she settled back to rest her eyes and 
gather energies for the coming encounter.
	Effortlessly, the red, white, and gold clad Girl Gladiator 
accelerated in a high arc.  Screaming southwest with a trail of 
condensate forming from the disturbance of her passage, she seemed a 
smoking missile to observers on the distant ground below.  
Hypersonic ripples ran through her hair and along the thin but 
immensely strong material of her garments across her awesomely 
powerful body, teasing her sensitive form.  Mary loved this!  'It 
can't get any better than this!', she thought.  Arriving at the 
entrance to the underground military base somewhere in the 
southwestern foothills of the 'Rockies', she landed gracefully with 
only the briefest 'panty flash', strolled up to the awestruck guard 
and was escorted inside.  There, they dropped several hundred meters 
in a high-speed elevator, were driven through a long tunnel in a 
little electric vehicle that could only be described as a 'military 
golf cart' and finally deposited in a rather ordinary looking 
auditorium built for several hundred people.
	Spotting Supergirl, and still flushed from her exciting high 
altitude supersonic flight, she called out and bounced over to the 
smiling blond.  The two embraced, and excitedly began catching up on 
each other's lives.  It was during this innocent hug that an echo of 
the disturbing dreams she'd been having caused in Mary a confusion 
of feelings.  She suddenly became very still.  Supergirl sensed the 
change.  "What's wrong?", she whispered in a worried tone.  Pulling 
back, she became concerned at Mary's suddenly subdued air.
	"Its nothing. . .", sighed Mary.  "I've been having nightmares 
lately. . . For much of the summer.  Maybe we could go somewhere and 
talk about it after the show?!?", she seemed to be pleading.  
Linda's heart went out to her friend, and they promised to get 
together right after the event.
	For a moment they stood, holding each other together at the 
waist but leaning back, silently looking into each other's eyes.  
Suddenly both girls shrieked as Supergirl felt something glide up 
the back of her thighs to her muscular glutes and, simultaneously, 
someone pinched Mary's butt!
	"Is this a private party, or can anyone join?!?", laughed 
Powergirl, squeezing Mary's left buttock again.
	"Hey, this looks like fun!", winked Batgirl, now trying to 
extract her wrist from Linda's gentle but powerful grasp.
	The two friends were so concerned that they hadn't noticed the 
arrival of the other two superheroines until it was too late!  
Getting over their surprise, they quickly relaxed and began a 
teasing, giggling exchange that reassured themselves and the others 
in the room.  Soon the room filled with girls of every description, 
introducing themselves, and finding seats.  The bubbling 
superheroines were lead to the stage, seated next to one another in 
comfortable wooden chairs, and the lights were brought up.  Before 
any of the audience or honored quests realized it, the broadcast was 
underway!
	Even on the small screen, the beauty, powerful, athletic 
builds, intelligence, and self assurance of the four heroines shone 
forth.  They would stand out in a crowd even out of uniform!  
Angelina studied them in awe. . . awe for their magnificence and for 
what she planned to do.  The Mistress of Ceremonies was in the 
foreground introducing the topic of discussion, while the heroines 
lounged on stage.
	The doll was laid out nude on the table in front of the young 
witch.  Angelina, anxious to start, took a sharpened wire (made from 
a paperclip) and poked the doll's left buttock. . .  To her 
disappointment, nothing happened.  She tried again with the same 
result.  She picked up the doll to examine it, and noticed out of 
the corner of her eye Mary's face go ashen!  With the doll lying 
face down, she placed her left index finger on the small of the 
doll's back, and stabbed its left buttock again.  On screen, Mary 
jumped up, rubbing her bottom and looking in amazement at her chair 
seat.
	"What's the matter?!?", whispered Supergirl.
	"It felt like I just sat on a tack!. . . " Mary whispered 
back, ". . . but I don't see how that could affect me!", she added, 
puzzled.  Mary hesitantly regained her seat as the MC went on, 
apparently without having noticed anything.
	Angelina was surprised, too.  When Mary jumped, so did the 
doll!  Now the doll was still again, but her mother's dolls never 
behaved this way!  With some trepidation, she drew a jay's feather 
lightly across the doll's upper lip. . .  nothing happened, but when 
she lightly brushed her finger across the doll's cheek, Mary moved 
her hand as if to shoe away an insect. . . and so did the doll!!!
	This was beginning to make sense.  Somehow, the touch of a 
living creature was needed to 'turn on' the 'connection'.  In 
addition, she had made so many links between the doll and Mary (and 
her magical nature) that some 'feedback' caused the doll to move.  
To test this, she gently picked took some of the doll's hair between 
thumb and forefinger, being careful not to pull the hair.  At this 
touch, the doll assumed the position of Mary on the screen!  
Although Mary was sitting upright, with her head turned talking to 
Supergirl, and the doll was lying on its side, the doll's posture 
was identical to Mary's.  Muting the TV and bending close, Angelina 
could even hear the doll speak with Mary's voice!
	In breathless excitement, she tried another test.  She picked 
up the doll in one hand and held its arms to its sides.  Both Mary 
and the doll immediately became agitated.  Mary, struggling 
mightily, turned her head toward Supergirl again whispering 
excitedly, "Linda!  My arms are paralyzed!  I can't move them!  It 
feels like I'm in a vice!"  The doll struggled along with the image 
of Mary on the screen, but Angelina easily held it immobile.  What a 
rush!  What a sense of power!  Angelina held the World's Mightiest 
Maid helpless in the palm of her hand!
	Still holding the doll trapped, Angelina touched its upper lip 
with the feather tip. . . it screwed up her face and sneezed, as did 
Mary!  Mary stood and seemed ready to walk away saying to Linda 
"I've got to get out of here!"  Angelina firmly grasped the doll's 
legs with her free hand and held Mary at attention!
	"Help me!  Help me!", Mary gasped to the other heroines.
	Trying to save the moment without causing a panic, Supergirl 
jumped up saying, "We've just gotten a message on our special 
communicators saying that we are needed.  I'm very sorry, but Mary 
and I will have to leave now.  We'll be back as soon as we can."  
Then, realizing that Mary was now completely paralyzed, Linda 
surreptitiously grasped Mary's belt at the small of her back and 
using her thumb and little finger to orient the rigid mannequin that 
Mary had become, flew gracefully from the surprised company.
	Streaking along guarded corridors and up elevator shafts, they 
made their way through the massive underground installation.  
Security, realizing what was happening, got the blast doors open and 
clear just as the blur that was the two heroines entered the exit 
lock.  Accelerating rapidly, they disappeared into the sky, their 
shock wave echoing from canyon walls long after they were gone.

What's Happening?!?
	Supergirl was worried!  Before they left the base, Mary had 
folded in two!  She was now hanging from Linda's fist, being dragged 
ass-first at supersonic speeds through a clear cold afternoon in the 
Rockies.  Linda used her super vision to locate a secluded place to 
stop and try to find out what was going on!
	Angelina had folded the doll so that she could keep it fixed 
with one hand.  The grip also left the doll's nether regions 
completely accessible.  Holding it almost like a lollipop, she 
breathed hotly on the tiny exposed posterior, and delicately drew 
the tip of her tongue up the curve of a thigh to tease the sensitive 
flesh around its vulva.  Realizing that her tongue was a bit too 
large and clumsy for the miniscule privates of the voodoo, she 
returned to the use of her feather.  Her hot breath, and the 
feather, doubtlessly coupled with associations carefully built 
through the dreams the past months, together began to arouse the 
frightened superheroine in spite of her predicament!  The young 
witch could see the tiny pussy relax and open, its lips swollen and 
pink.  The miniature clitoris enlarged.  The doll's movements 
changed character, from frantic struggles to slower squirming.  
Angelina shut off the TV, now that Mary was no longer on it, but 
through the doll's motion, she knew she could follow what was 
happening!  This was too good to be true!
	Finally Linda alighted on the sun-warmed shore of a small lake 
high in an alpine valley.  She lay Mary gently on the pine needle 
covered ground and tried to speak to her.  Mary was moaning and 
writhing and still bent in that awkward position. . . her eyes 
staring.  Supergirl was at a loss. . . she could only watch in 
horrid fascination, trying to make the unresponding Mary as 
comfortable as possible.
	Suddenly, for no visible reason, Mary unfolded, her gold-
booted heels striking the ground with a 'thud!'.  For a moment she 
lay gasping and squirming, not aware that she was free, her psyche 
swirling in the incredible arousal of the moment, but then, with the 
loss of stimulation, she slowly became aware of her surroundings and 
Linda's anxious face above her.
	"Holy Moley!. . .", Mary sighed, ". . . What's happening to 
me?!?  Where am I?!?"
	"You're all right. . .", soothed Linda.  "We're alone.  I 
don't know what happened!  I got you out of there as fast as I 
could. . ."
	Seeing her friend's worried expression, Mary tried to reassure 
them both.  "I, I think I'm alright, now. . .  I don't feel anything 
out of the ordinary.  Oh, thank you!  Thank you!"  With that, Mary 
rose and threw her arms around Linda's shoulders, buried her face in 
Supergirl's muscular shoulder and began to sob.
	Angelina, had released her paralyzing grip on the doll, but 
had kept hold of its hair, watching and trying to hear the doll's 
words as the melodrama played out.  When she saw the doll encircle 
something in its arms, she struck again, gripping its arms and upper 
body in her fist, squeezing with all her might!
	Both Mary and Supergirl were shocked!  "Mary!  Let go!  I 
can't breath!", gasped the Girl of Steel.
	"Oh, Linda!!  It's happening again!!", cried Mary.  "Help me!!  
I can't control my arms!!  OW!!!"
	The last exclamation followed from Angelina evilly pressing 
the jay feather into the doll's anus.  It twitched crazily as Mary 
kicked her legs and clenched her powerful buttocks in a attempt to 
dislodge whatever was attacking her.  With some difficulty, Angelina 
repositioned the doll's legs so that they too were trapped in her 
left fist, which was also circling whatever Mary was holding.  With both 
hands, the young witch squeezed with all her might, but she couldn't 
close Mary's arms.  She guessed correctly that she had trapped the 
red, blue and gold clad Girl of Steel!  This would be interesting!
	Carefully turning the doll over, still keeping its arms and 
legs locked about the incompressible center, she went to work on its 
most sensitive flesh.  Once again, the magic proved stronger than 
her immediate surroundings, and Mary slipped into an erotically 
charged state almost insensitive to the struggling powerhouse in her 
arms.  Falling under the spell, as real-world events sometimes 
become incorporated into a dream (an alarm clock's rattle becomes a 
fire bell or a mother's insistent wake-up call  is interpreted as a 
siren's song) so the writhing body in her grasp 'became' her savior.  
She murmured "Thank you for saving me!" over and over, pressing her 
cheek against Linda's.  Her center melted, becoming warm and fluid, 
and her lips sought Linda's.  The struggles of the World's Mightiest 
Maid were no longer attempts to escape!  Now she ground her engorged 
clit into Supergirl's (thankfully unbreakable) pubic bone, reveled 
in the press of mighty breast on mighty breast, and lost herself in 
the orgasmic exploration of the Kryptonian's conquered mouth.
Angelina too came under the non-magical spell of the doll's 
writhing, accentuated by the switching feather still lodged in its 
rear, and her feeling of power over this almighty goddess seen as a 
squirming, lust crazed mannequin.  It kindled an unquenchable 
passion in her own loins.  She let the feather drop, and applied her 
right hand to her own needy sex.
	Mary, momentarily relieved of the irresistible stimulus slowly 
became aware of her surroundings again, of her friend nearly 
unconscious in her crushing grip, her head rolled back, her tongue 
lolling out of the side of her mouth.  In a moment of supreme 
desperation she called out the name of the Wizard, "Shazam!"
	The blinding lightning stroke flashed from the clear sky, 
sending the wisdom, might, strength, and speed of the goddesses to 
her secret place and leaving a weak, exhausted teenaged girl. . . 
all that was left with the magic gone.  Mary and Supergirl fell in a 
heap, gasping in the carpet of pine needles; slowly recovering from 
their frightening ordeal.
	At that instant, the mannequin went limp in the witch's hand.  
She knew immediately what had happened.  As her euphoria slowly 
dissipated, it was replaced with a wonderful feeling of 
accomplishment.  Everything had worked!  She had held the World's 
Mightiest Girl helpless in the palm of her hand!  She had followed 
her actions!  Now she could plan the encounter that would transfer 
to her the incredible mystical power of the Marvels!

Recovery
	Mary Bromfield and Supergirl lay huddled together in a bed of 
pine needles as they sought to understand what had transpired.  
Linda knew of Mary's identities and realized that she had thwarted 
the crazy attack of the World's Mightiest Girl by changing back to 
Mary Bromfield.  Through her tears, Mary was telling a stranger 
story. . . of Mary Bromfield's nightmares that somehow 'felt' like 
Mary Marvel's inexplicable 'seizure'. . . of a body that seemed to 
be under someone else's control. . . of terrible, inexplicable, 
uncontrollable urges drowning her in a dizzying maelstrom of lust. . 
. a sudden unexplained respite and her final act of desperation to 
call out the Wizard's name.
"When did the nightmares start?", asked a calm but disheveled 
Supergirl, stroking Mary's tear-streaked cheek.
	"A- a- a- a little over three months ago!", hiccuped the 
sobbing teen.  "They always have Mary Marvel in some kind of queer 
net which seemed to grow every night!  She's trapped, but always 
writhing in some kind of erotic spell!  I could f- f- f- feel it!  
It was horrible and wonderful at the same time! Linda, am I going 
crazy?!?!?", sobbed the distraught girl.
	"There, there", soothed Linda.  "You don't have insanity in 
your family, and I don't think the Wizard would have chosen you, nor 
the goddesses, either, if you had the spark of madness in you.  This 
is something that is centered on Mary Marvel, not Mary Bromfield.  
It may be illness, but it sounds to me more like some kind of 
weirdling attack.  I think we need help from someone who knows these 
arts.  Perhaps. . ."
	"I know!", sniffled Mary.  "I'll change to Mary Marvel and fly 
to the Rock of Eternity.  I'm sure that the Wizard himself can get 
to the bottom of this!"
	"But what will happen to you if you change?!?", interjected 
the Girl of Steel.  "Let's wait a bit and see if we can't find some 
other way.  If only Mary Marvel is affected, perhaps 'she' should 
'lay low' for a while.  Let me take you home, you get a good night's 
sleep, and I'll try to find some other way to do this.  OK?"
	Mary agreed, though still unsure.  She let Supergirl wrap her 
in her red and gold cape, and suffered the high speed flight. . . 
hours or roaring wind as she was pressed to the warmth of that super 
body. . . home to Fawcett City and the Bromfield Estate.  Supergirl 
stayed while Mary showered to wash away the reminders of the day's 
events, had supper and finally fell asleep in her own bed.  When 
Mary's breathing became slow and even, Supergirl kissed her lightly 
on the forehead, whispered "goodnight", silently slipped out into 
the night air and was gone.
	If only Linda had stayed another five minutes!  Mary was 
rapidly falling into another nightmare. . . the worst yet!

Nightmare Calling
	As Mary spiraled down into that unhearing, unfeeling, but 
vulnerable state of deep sleep, she felt as though she was slowly 
falling through a long, dimly lit natural tunnel.  She floated, 
never quite touching a tunnel wall, ever downward.  The tunnel walls 
appeared soft and warm and soothing at first, but as she drifted 
lower she became aware of a slight increase in light and a faint 
buzzing.  She wafted through an opening and found herself in an 
immense chamber containing an incredibly complex web of fine, 
pulsing, polychromatic strands.  At the center of this net, writhing 
in its grasp was the figure of Mary Marvel.  The Nightmare had begun 
anew!
	The young girl, dressed only in her nightclothes, swam lazily 
toward the center of the web in a complex midair slow dance, never 
touching any of the bright filaments.  Never able to touch one, even 
though the web became thicker towards its center.  As she drifted 
closer, she noticed that the buzzing became louder, and she could 
now hear whimpers, groans, and gasps from the trapped red, white and 
gold clad figure.  The pitch and volume of the buzzing varied in a 
complex pattern, in synchrony with pulsing of strands of the web, 
and with the fascinating 'dance' of the captured heroine.
	The effigy's eyes were open slightly but unseeing, like 
someone drugged or listening to far away music.  Momentarily, the 
buzzing became louder, Mary Marvel's hips bucked upward, her arms 
and legs, tangled in the web, spasmed as her body became rigid.  The 
drifting teen watched in amazement as fluid spurted from the crotch 
of her trapped goddess-given essence, blowing her skirt out and 
drenching her golden boots.  Then the buzzing subsided, and the 
figure slowly began to writhe again.  This process was repeated over 
and over as Mary Bromfield twisted and turned through the web around 
the captured figure, watching, as if secretly observing some strange 
evil ceremony transpiring in a hidden forest glade.  Mary knew that 
her goddess-given essence was somehow being controlled and perverted 
to concentrate all its powers on sexual stimulation, and while 
frightening, the vision was also somehow strangely titillating.  She 
became aroused watching the supernatural rape of her alter-ego, her 
most sensitive regions pulsing to the rhythms of the obscene 
performance.  As she languidly orbited her alter-ego, the highly 
charged nipples briefly touched, sending both Marys into 
uncontrollable spasms.
	As the enraptured teen fell deeper under the spell of the 
chorus of buzzing, gasping, and whimpering, performed in time with 
the tendrils' pulsing light show, she became aware of the voice.  It 
was nearly inaudible at first, only sensible as a whisper or moaning 
of the wind, but it grew louder until she could make out words, then 
whole sentences.  Finally, its meaning began to dawn in her addled 
mind.
	"Mary Marvel. . .", the voice said.  ". . . I've got ya in my 
web, girl!  I own ya!  You gotta come to me, your mistress, and 
receive me!  You'll never know peace till you accept me!  I am 
waitin' for ya in de old stone chapel deep in the forest.  Find me.  
Come to me.  Come to me. . ."
	As the message became clear, the torment directed at the 
effigy increased, and continued to increase.  It was now orgasming 
almost continuously. . . so frequently that if it had been human it 
would not have been able to take a breath.  The enthralled teen 
melted and began to come in sympathy, spasming, gasping, hiccuping, 
mewling, and finally screaming!  She awoke in a cold sweat lying in 
a soaking tangle of sheets briefly trapped in a web of her own 
making.  A full moon shone brightly through the partly open window.
	This had to end!  She couldn't go on like this!  It had to 
stop.  NOW!  She, at last, had a lead, and she would follow it!  The 
youngster had enough presence of mind to phone Supergirl but all she 
got was her answering machine.  She left a short message, then, 
impatient, confused, frustrated and angry, she opened her window and 
threw herself out shouting "Shazam" as she passed the sill.  Magic 
lightning thundered down from a cloudless sky, melding once more the 
goddess' mystic powers with the living teenager.  Mary Bromfield, 
'average' teenager became Mary Marvel, the World's Mightiest Girl 
just as she cleared the window.

Meeting
	Unfortunately, along with the change came the sensual turmoil 
that had been inflicted upon the effigy.  Mary's eyes glazed, she 
became deaf to the world and her fluttering hands sought her nether 
regions as her attention was drawn inward toward her molten core.  
In this state, she flew like the proverbial brick, landing head 
first in the soft loam of a newly prepared garden plot, burying 
herself to the waist.  She lay there a while, disembodied muscular 
legs and butt slowly squirming in the moonlight centered in the gold 
trimmed red circle of her inverted skirt, like some exotic nocturnal 
bloom alone on the fragrant earth.  Maybe it was the cool earth in 
her face, or the final orgasm that racked her liquid center, or 
(more likely) the fact that Angelina stopped tormenting the doll 
when the effigy disappeared. . . Mary slowly came to her senses and, 
extracting herself from the ground, shook her grimy head to clear 
it.
	Regaining some control, Mary took to the air again and flew, 
erratically and slowly, toward the chapel in the forest, and her 
fate.  She hoped that Supergirl would meet her there, but whether 
she would or not, she couldn't wait.  This torment had to end!
	Angelina's heart was racing.  In her tube top and cutoffs, she 
was covered with a cold sweat as she crouched behind the altar of 
the old chapel.  Moonlight streamed through dirty stained glass 
windows, lending a warm glow to the stone interior.  She had brought 
the doll, and as many of her mystic tools and potions as she could 
comfortable carry, and had arrayed them in appropriate places about 
the building.  She had seen the effect of the doll on the World's 
Mightiest Girl during her TV appearance.  But this was the real 
thing. . . a face to face confrontation with the powerhouse, this 
node in the nexus of magicks that was the Marvels.  Mary would at 
last know who and what was affecting her.  Would she be able to 
rally her forces, steel herself against further attacks and visit 
her vengeance on the young witch?
	The doll rested on her lap.  Contact with her bare legs 
maintained the connection between it and Mary while giving Mary 
nearly complete control of herself.  When Mary buried herself in the 
ground, the witch saw and felt the doll as it writhed, bent over at 
the waist, squirming to orgasm. . .   watched as it straightened 
itself and assumed the streamlined position of flight. . . and 
waited with bated breath as the slight motions of the doll told of 
Mary's unsteady flight.  Despite herself, Angelina began to melt at 
the erotic tingling the warm moving doll imparted to her sensitive 
young thighs.  She was almost lost in erotic reveries when the doll 
suddenly shifted position, and she heard the whisper of a breeze 
followed by a 'thump' outside.  Mary Marvel, both her prey and her 
most frightening adversary, had arrived!
Crouching in the shadows, Angelina saw the heavy oak door silently 
swing open revealing the silhouette of a beautiful, muscular girl in 
a short skirt, cape, and boots.  Mary stepped quietly into the 
chapel, her eyes searching through the gloom.
	Angelina suddenly seized the doll with both hands, completely 
immobilizing it and with it, the young heroine.  With practiced 
care, she bent the doll double to hold it with one hand and then 
slipped a number of large rubber bands over the tiny form.  
	Mary, taken by surprise, suddenly found her arms fastened to 
her sides, her legs stuck together and her face pressed firmly 
against her knees!  She fell forward, rolled, and came to rest on 
her side.  She'd barely had time to grunt, "What the. . ??", before 
she felt herself trussed up like a sausage.  In fact, there were no 
bonds on Mary.  The restraints on the doll forced her into this 
uncomfortable and humiliating position, to be held as long as the 
doll was strapped and in contact with the living flesh of another.
	Angelina stuffed the doll into her belt to keep it in contact 
with her body while freeing both hands, then gingerly stepped around 
the heavy fieldstone altar.  She cautiously approached the grunting, 
struggling superheroine, finally announcing herself, taunting, "Mary 
Marvel in da flesh!  Why, girl, I'm honored to finally be meetin' 
ya!  T'anks for comin'!"
	"What have you done to me?!?", gasped the struggling heroine.  
"Who are you, and what do you want?!?  Release me this instant!!"
	"I'll let ya go soon 'nough", drawled Angelina.  "Just's soon 
as I take what's mine. . . But first, I wanna make some tests."
	"Why?  What kind of tests?", queried Mary, anxiously.
	"First, let me tell ya about me, you, and dat Wizard, Shazam.  
I t'ink ya'll see da reasons for what I'm doin'.  When we're done, 
I'll have you magic, you powers, and ya can get on with you little-
girly life.  Ya won't be Mary MARVEL no longer. . . just plain old 
Mary."  Overcoming her own fear, Angelina reached out and, for the 
first time, touched her prey, lightly drawing a fingertip along the 
quivering thigh from boot top to exposed red panties, wringing a 
gasp of outrage from the World's now most Helpless Heroine.
	Angelina explained to the twisting, fighting Marvel at her 
feet her supposed claim on Shazam's magicks, Mary's part in their 
'retrieval', her construction of the incredible doll, and even, 
driven by sheer pride of her craft, her need to test it further.  
Mary didn't understand every word, but she got the general sense of 
the exposition, and began to realize that she was up against 
something possibly as powerful as she!  Why hadn't she waited for 
Supergirl?!?
	Mary desperately fought to reign in her feelings of despair, 
and tried to reassess her position.  As Angelina droned on like some 
Jamaican professor of the mystic arts, Mary began to realize that 
while she, Mary Marvel, seemed to be totally helpless, Mary 
Bromfield was not linked to the doll.  There were no actual straps 
around her body.  If she transformed to her teen identity she would 
be free, and might be able to take Angelina by surprise!  Just as 
she worked this out, she felt something filling her mouth!  
Squinting between her knees, past her powerful but helpless thighs 
and buttocks, she could just barely see Angelina stuffing something 
into the doll's mouth!  Angelina must have had the same thought!  
The witch snapped a small rubber band over the doll's mouth to keep 
the gag in place.  Mary felt it as a slap in the face!  Still, the 
realization that Angelina wasn't all-powerful gave the trapped girl 
hope, and she resolved to stay alert to take advantage of any 
opportunity that was offered.  
	Angelina went about her business, lighting candles, arranging 
her paraphernalia about the hall, and all but ignoring Mary.  She 
had the doll tucked into her jeans to hold it against her living 
flesh, its head and legs just peeking out over her belt, squirming 
weakly.  Left more or less alone, the resourceful Maid of Might was 
able to gather her reserves and formed a plan.  She tried and found 
that, even bound as she was, she could levitate herself.  Having a 
very limited field of view, and being disoriented by her awkward 
position presented severe difficulties, but she could fly!  From 
Angelina's actions and 'learned discourse' Mary understood that the 
doll had to be in contact with a living person or contact would be 
broken.  All she had to do was to knock the doll out of the witch's 
grasp, and she would be free!
	Angelina seemed to be setting up for a long series of 'tests'.  
Mary, seeing her chance launched herself at her self-absorbed 
jailer!  The wobbling flight was clumsy, but she was able to strike 
the witch a solid blow as Mary's butt collided with her head.  
Angelina somersaulted, landed hard on her back and lay still!  
Although the baby witch was unconscious, the doll was still stuck in 
her pants.  Mary struggled to maneuver her doubled up body until she 
was able to grasp the doll between the toes of her boots and pull it 
out of contact with the witch.  Mary was instantly free, her body 
springing open, sending her tumbling clumsily to land hard on her 
butt.  For a moment she sat sucking in air, legs splayed before her, 
pushing her hair back with a trembling arm realizing she'd won!  She 
was free!
	Unsteadily, but with growing relief, she regaining her feet.  
Looking about the candle-lit room, she couldn't make any sense of 
the collection of 'junk' that her adversary had been arranging.  
Turning back to her downed opponent she was startled to see the 
witch silently crawling across the floor toward the doll!
	"Not today. . .", Mary hissed, and dove for the doll.  
Unfortunately, when Mary's hand closed on the tiny figure, she was 
reconnected to the doll's control!  The doll was still gagged and 
bound tightly with rubber bands.  A very surprised Mary immediately 
doubled up again.  Her hand had closed about the doll's knees and 
head and as a result, Mary was suddenly blind as well as bound.  She 
was able to open her hand but the doll struck her as it fell and she 
found herself springing in and out of her stringent bondage, feeling 
the contacts with the doll as though being batted about by some 
giant hand.  Finally, a dizzy, disoriented, and disheveled 
Superheroine found herself sprawled on her back, legs against the 
cold stone wall of the building.  Before her head had cleared, she 
was once again cruelly compressed as Angelina picked up the doll.
	The angry young witch, holding the doll by its legs, beat it 
like a hammer against the stone altar, giving the desperate Mary the 
spanking of her life!  "Ya hurt me!. . . Ya nasty t'ing!. . .", 
screamed the black girl.  Mary bucked at each painful impact, and 
was soon screaming through her 'gag', as her bottom and thighs 
blushed pink, then red, then turned an ugly purple under the 
relentless attack.  It was minutes before Angelina calmed down.  She 
had nearly lost it all!  She had been attacked by a Superheroine!  
But she had prevailed!
	"Dat was clever, girl. . .", she allowed, ". . . but let me 
give you somethin' else ta t'ink about!"  Holding the doll by the 
hair, she gave its bottom another viscous whack with her hand, 
setting it spinning wildly.  Mary, her butt and thighs on fire, 
compressed so that she was barely able to breath, trying to sob in 
her folded position suddenly felt the room swirl around her.  It was 
all she could do to keep from vomiting!   After nearly a half hour of 
torment, Angelina left a sick, dizzy, thoroughly chastened, and 
confused World's Mightiest Girl to stew in her misery while she 
resumed her preparations.  Not wanting to loose the doll again, 
Angelina had pressed it deep into her pants, between her hard buttocks 
where it was continually massaged, crushed, and twisted by the action 
of those powerful muscles.  She giggled cruelly as she heard Mary 
gasp, and watched her twist in synchrony with each bump of an ad-lib 
'hula' she performed.
	Mary, in addition to being strapped, contorted, and only 
capable of the shallowest breathing, was now blinded as the doll's 
eyes were in the dark, and felt she was being crushed and rolled 
between two massive, hot, organic smelling mattresses.  She had made 
a bad mistake and was paying dearly for it.  In her haste she had 
come once again into the worst position she had ever known, but, she 
told herself, she was learning the rules of this game, and there was 
time yet.  The longer it went on, the more likely that the witch 
would make some other mistake, and Mary would be ready!
	Unfortunately, Mary did not yet have any notion of the nature 
of the ordeal she was about to experience.

Tests
	The 'tests' that Angelina had planned would tell her just how 
much influence the doll had over the struggling Marvel.  She already 
knew that it controlled her body.  Whatever position the doll was in 
was instantly mimicked by the real thing.  Beating the doll, 
incredibly, raised welts on the 'impregnable' Champion of Justice.  
Manipulating its erogenous zones drove Mary to distraction.  Now, 
what else. . .
	Although Mary's legs were bound together, her arms bound to 
her sides, elbows at her waist, wrists at her shoulders, and her 
head bound to her knees, she was able to bend her legs at the knees.  
When she was finally ready, Angelina extracted the doll from its 
sweaty hiding place and whispered to it.  She instructed it to flex 
its legs, hoping that she had control over the heroine's conscious 
mind, but Mary remained steadfast and the witch realized that her 
captive's mind was her own.
	Could Mary even hear or see what the doll did?  Angelina put 
the doll's head to her lips and shrieked!  She felt a thrill of 
success when Mary winced!  She took a camera, set off the flash in 
front of the doll's face, and was rewarded by Mary screwing up her 
face in apparent pain.
	Mary felt the pain of a slap to the doll and vertigo from the 
doll's spinning.  What else could she feel?!?  Angelina began by 
lightly drawling a feather tip along the doll's upper lip and was 
pleased by Mary's shudder and grimace.  She continued exploring the 
doll's body with the feather, enjoying the quiver of each powerful 
muscle and each of Mary's gasps and whimpers.  She worked her way 
down the tiny form, ribs, tummy, crotch, thighs, and knees (back and 
front) driving the twisting, pleading Mary closer and closer to 
desperation.  Finally, she maliciously teased the doll's naked feet 
with the feather tip. . . Mary nearly exploded!  Her legs, kicking 
frantically, squealing into her 'gag', the sympathetic motions of 
the doll almost freed it from the witch's hand!  "Yes!", hissed the 
witch between her teeth, eyes following every delicious movement of 
the World's most Frantic Heroine. . . until those golden boots 
struck the floor, splintering stone and sending a chill of fear 
through the child witch.
	Dropping the feather, the dark girl grabbed the doll with both 
hands, pressed its tiny feet against its lifelike buttocks and 
strapped the legs in place with more rubber bands.  Mary, a pathetic 
little ball of red, white and gold,  shuddered, hiccuping, as she 
tried to calm down and catch her breath.    When would this end?!?
	But Angelina pushed on.  Stuffing the doll back between her 
buttocks, she struggled with the half conscious 'nuclear bomb' she'd 
disarmed but not yet defused.  Straining, she lifted the helpless 
Mary like a side of beef and tied her cape to a lighting stanchion 
in one of the heavy ceiling beams.  "Now da little bitch can wiggle 
all she likes wittout bustin' anyt'ing", she thought, as Mary's 
compressed body swung slowly back and forth.
Pleased with herself, Angelina opened a number of plastic bottles, 
and placed them in a row on the altar.  Taking the doll again, she 
pressed its head into the mouth of the first bottle, then squeezed 
and released it like the bulb of a turkey baster.  Mary bucked and 
wheezed pathetically as cheap perfume seemed to envelop her.  The 
witch continued down the line, mentally noting each of Mary's 
reactions. . . revulsion when exposed to rotten meat, a fit of 
sneezing when peppered, and, surprisingly, a whimpering sigh when 
treated to the fragrance of her own excited cunt.  The last she 
continued, cautiously stepping around her suspended quarry, watching 
intently.  In her semiconscious state, the pheromones worked their 
natural magic on Mary through the doll, calming her, centering what 
was left of her consciousness on these most powerful of instincts, 
pumping blood into her hardening nipples and swelling vulva and 
melting her belly.
	Interested, the witch dipped the doll's bottom in warm oil and 
began to lick its unprotected genitals.  The swinging of the 
'World's Mightiest Pendulum' became somewhat erratic as Mary's 
passion grew.  Breathing hotly on the doll's posterior while 
expertly teasing it with the tip of her tongue, Angelina slowly 
brought her increasingly agitated captive to the brink, held her 
there for a seemingly interminable time, then, reaching up to the 
helpless heroine, flicked the clitoris tenting the tight damp crotch 
of those red panties.  Back and forth, faster and faster she flicked 
Mary's pearl of lust as she placed the squirming doll to her mouth 
and droned a low note directly into its wriggling ass.  Mary, 
vibrating at the end of her cape, suddenly became completely rigid, 
as fluid gushed through the already soggy crotch of her garment.  
With an evil grin, the witch then dabbed the doll's genitals into an 
oily preparation of red hot pepper.  The discharge and twisting 
became spastic, increasing in intensity with each second until 
Mary's body actually blurred and a curious humming emanated from the 
superspeed twitching.  Aromatic love juice splattered everywhere, 
the humming and squealing coalescing into a continuing crescendo of 
hopeless surrender.
	Her squirming, whimpering captive, the heady fragrance of 
arousal and Mary's urgent release all had their effect on the witch.  
She herself was aroused nearly to distraction.  Stuffing the doll 
into her pants again, unmindful of her own safety, she reached for 
the blurry form before her.  Her fingers buzzed as they came into 
contact with the orgasming Super being, but she was undeterred.  She 
wanted to remove Mary's panties, to take possession of the center of 
this, her defeated captive. . . but the clothing wouldn't budge!   
"O' course not!", she realized.  Why should this goddess given 
garment, designed to stay in place at hypersonic speeds under the 
most trying stresses yield to the feeble efforts of a mortal!
	One last trial. . .  As a dazed, nearly asphyxiated Mary 
gasped through the aftershocks of her last mind-numbing orgasm, the 
witch cautiously brought the doll's bottom to Mary's genitals!  As 
the dolls touch stimulated Mary again, her vulva quivered, stroking 
the doll, stimulating another spasm.  The result of the Mary's 
uncontrollable shudders acting through the doll back onto herself 
caused a vibration in her nether regions which grew in both pitch 
and intensity.  The witch had an understanding of oscillation 
produced by positive feedback from the finicky old public address 
system sometimes used at the village community center.  She was 
pleased to see it demonstrated so vividly in this unusual situation.  
She tried to press the doll into Mary's clutching cunt, but her 
muscles were no match for the World's Mightiest Pussy.  Mary once 
again froze in a massive orgasm that left her spasming mindlessly, 
for minutes afterwards.
	Her tests were complete.  She'd gone almost as far as the doll 
could take her.  Now the last step!  She'd trick Mary into calling 
down the magic lightning, thinking to free herself from the doll's 
spell.  But Angelina would be there to catch the magic when it 
thundered down.  She would become a Marvel, and Mary would be 
nothing!
	As Mary shuddered through the after shocks of that natural 
magic that controls all mortals, the witch stealthily removed the 
gag from the doll.  Lying on the floor just below Mary, as though 
overcome, Angelina held the doll loosely and waited for her power to 
descend.  Mary's wracking sobs slowly subsided.  Her body and soul 
had both been pushed nearly to the breaking point.  Her flesh ached 
and tingled in every part.
	Finally, the waves of that sea of sensation cast Mary's nearly 
drowned spirit up on a quiet 'beach'.  Slowly she became aware of 
her surroundings.  She was still trussed like a sausage hanging in a 
butcher's shop, her ropy damp hair tickling her thighs as her head 
tried to press itself between her knees.  She held her breath 
listening, finally hearing the slow steady breathing of her captor.  
Between her knees, as she slowly circled at the end of her cape, she 
just caught sight of an arm, motionless on the floor beneath her.  
Further rotation brought a still spray of frizzy brown hair and a 
quiet black shoulder into view.  The witch was down!  Perhaps Mary 
had struck her in her convulsions!?!  The gag was gone!  Perhaps it 
had become dislodged in the fall!?!  This was her chance!  Mary 
called on the Wizard, "Shazam!".  Magic lightning lit the chapel 
momentarily blinding and nearly deafening two mice who had come to 
investigate Angelina's museum of odors.

More Marvels
	Mary flopped free, still swinging at the end of her cape, toes 
just above the cold stone floor, but no longer a human sausage.  
Dizzy and sick, confused and exhausted from seeming hours of 
climaxing she desperately sought to gain control of her limp body.  
Opening her eyes, she saw her red tunic  emblazoned with its gold 
lightning flash still straining to retain her heroic breasts.  "My 
goodness!", she realized, "I'm still Mary MARVEL!  What happened?!?"
	Yanking on her cape, she pulled the lamp stanchion free, 
dropping her unsteadily to the floor.  As she staggered, the heavy 
iron stanchion still tied to her cape swung down and slapped her in 
the butt, startling her and causing her to stumble, falling on her 
face.  Recovering rapidly, she jumped up, crushing the offending 
piece of metal while glancing around nervously searching for the 
witch and her doll.  The doll was nowhere to be seen!  The witch in 
her tube-top and cutoffs was gone, but picking herself up off the 
floor was someone new.  This massive looking woman seemed 
disoriented, and a little giddy, but very pleased with herself.  Her 
great brown eyes caught and challenged those of the Worlds Mightiest 
Maid.  She grinned, and Mary recognized the eyes of the witch!
	Before Mary had arrived, Angelina had taped a thin wire to her 
spine and through means known only to her had transformed herself 
into a mystic lightning rod, to attract to herself the weirdling 
energies of the mighty wizard.  She wasn't sure whether she would be 
transformed or vaporized by the magic bolt, but felt the risk was 
worth the prize.  She knew she'd won her chance when she heard Mary 
utter the Wizard's name.  Then her universe exploded.
	As the magic forced itself into the unfamiliar vessel, 
Angelina was overcome.  Uncontrolled spasms sent the doll flying 
from her grasp.  The magic made a transformation, but this time a 
new one.  Melding itself with the witch, it created from the two a 
new being.  Where Mary was chaste and modest, Angelina was 
experienced and wanton.  Where Mary was self effacing and supportive 
of others, the witch was selfish.  Where Mary was honest and 
straightforward, the creature before her was mischievous and 
untrustworthy.  Candle light flickered off the massive, glistening, 
muscular black body.  Angelina Marvel's uniform, reflecting her 
soul, was composed of thin strips of red material.  Two crossed her 
shoulders, descended, seemingly glued to her imposing breasts, to 
join at her crotch and disappear between her muscular thighs.  A 
tiny gold lightning insignia appeared just above her left breast.  A 
red thong reappeared at the small of her back, just above her 
jutting buttocks where it joined with a slim gold belt that was 
almost lost on her sturdy frame.  Another red strip encircled her 
chest and boobs, serving as a totally unnecessary bra.  Around her 
throat was a gold choker, from which a small white cape hung to the 
shoulder blades of her massively muscled back.  On her feet, gold 
pumps raised her already impressive figure a full 5 inches off the 
ground.
	As Mary took in the massive maid with the entrancing eyes and 
wickedly grinning mouth, brilliant white teeth shining between 
succulent brown lips, she was awestruck.  She felt she had never 
seen anything so beautiful, or so frightening!  She was beginning to 
understand what had happened, and was galvanized into action.  If 
she could take this frightening apparition by surprise, before she 
had a chance to become accustomed to her new powers she might have a 
chance.  Without thinking further she rocketed toward the giant!
	Angelina had no time to prepare before Mary's fists collided 
with her head!  She spun over backward like a broken propeller, 
finally hitting the heavy stone wall with her belly, upside down.  
Dropping to the floor in a heap, she rolled to a sitting position, 
shaking her head to clear away the flashing lights.  As she held her 
head with her hands and moaned, she noticed through slitted eyes 
that Mary seemed to be in a similar position!
	Mary hadn't seen that punch coming!  How could the witch be so 
fast?!?  She'd been struck in the forehead and thrown backwards, 
spinning crazily.  Worse. . . the witch seemed to have recovered and 
was now charging!
	Angelina pulled herself together and launched herself across 
the room toward the still dizzy Mary.  Feigning a blow to the head, 
she drew Mary's attention away from a viscous spinning kick 
delivered to her midsection.  Once again the witch was swatted back, 
clutching her wounded abdomen, surprised and dazed!  Once again she 
was stopped by the wall, and landed hard on her butt, only to see 
Mary doubled up in pain against the opposite wall!      "Uh Oh. . 
.", thought the black giant, ". . . I shoulda seen dis comin'.  I 
got da magic dis time, but now Mary and me are linked on da astral 
plane!  Worse dan identic'l twins!  Can dis be de truth?!?"  
Experimentally, Angelina pinched her left butt cheek.  Mary 
squeaked, jumped and slapped a hand to her left buttock!
	Worried now, Angelina realized that fighting was not going to 
get either of them anywhere.  She had to think!  Although Angelina 
Marvel appeared to be Mary's equal (or perhaps even her superior) in 
strength, she wasn't yet comfortable with her powers.  She needed 
time to practice with them.  On the other hand, she had been 'in 
charge' most of the evening and was in pretty good shape, while Mary 
had spent hours clamped in the most strenuous bondage while every 
sense was assailed, finally forced to orgasm until she'd fainted.  
The World's Mightiest Maid was still sore, dizzy, disoriented, and 
hovering at the edge of consciousness.  "Let's try dis. . .", though 
Angelina as she sensuously began to stroke her own abdomen, working 
in slow circles.  While her left hand slowly circled upward to her 
cantilevered bust, her right spiraled downward toward her crotch.
	Mary, seated on the floor with her legs splayed out, leaning 
slightly forward, felt this unexpected new assault but couldn't 
divine its source.  Bringing her hands protectively to her belly, 
she felt herself sliding once again into what had become too 
familiar a path.  Her breasts surged, nipples swelled to little 
stones, her groin warmed, softened, and began to flow again!  How 
could she fight this again?!?  Angelina saw her confusion and 
surrender.  Mary's jaw drooped, she stared into space, and began 
panting like a puppy.
	"I've got ya now, ya little red slut!", sighed the triumphant 
witch, growing aroused herself.  "Let's jes' see if we can kill ya 
wit' kindness."
	Angelina was well trained, disciplined, and in control of her 
faculties.  Mary, dizzy, confused, felt tossed by a river of 
sensation that quickly washed her through too familiar channels to 
ever increasing distraction.  As Angelina masturbated herself, 
slowly swirling her nipples with one hand while massaging her depths 
with the other, Mary was brought to the edge again.  As the witch 
slowly caressed her straining clitoris, Mary's hips bucked 
uncontrollably, and when the strong brown fingers began to twirl and 
bend that throbbing clit, Mary, once more, was driven over the edge, 
clutching, gasping, vibrating, and gushing in a nightmare of 
overwhelming pleasure that went on and on.  Angelina, with a 
strength of will that surprised even her, maintained control of 
herself and of Mary!
	Concentrating all her being, she was able to 'feel' Mary's 
orgasms along with her own arousal without succumbing.  The 
situation appealed to her on a technical level.  She had to know 
what Mary was feeling!  When Mary could support no more and fainted 
in a sweaty heap on the stone floor, gasping and shuddering with 
aftershocks, Angelina crept over to the beaten Superheroine.  
Reaching out and squeezing Mary's left nipple between thumb and 
forefinger she felt a bolt of pleasure lance through her own breast 
to ricochet about her own body finally setting off bubbling tremors 
deep in her belly.  Mary whined.  Angelina gasped in spite of 
herself.
	Without thinking, she raised the hand still holding Mary's 
nipple, lifting the squirming Marvel nearly off the floor.  This 
sent another spark into her aroused system.  "When ya can juggle 
elephants, I guess being held up by a nipple ain't nothin'. . .", 
thought Angelina.  Then shaking Mary slightly and feeling new 
electric sensations of lust shoot through her body, added, ". . . 
but fun!"
	Now holding the delirious Marvel by the hair, she peeled her 
tunic down, trapping her arms and exposing her Marvelous boobs.  
"Hah!", she remarked foggily, thinking back to the trouble she'd had 
trying to move Mary's panties aside.  "I guess all Marvels have 
control over all Marvels' clothes!  Let's take a trophy!"  Changing 
her grip, she pressed one nipple between index and middle finger and 
the other nipple between ring and little finger, and so lifted the 
Maid of Might with one hand.  Working her fingers she kept Mary 
squirming in mental turmoil and herself pleasantly aroused.  With 
eyes half closed, she grasped the crotch of Mary's red panties and 
whipped them off, reveling in her strength, control, and the lust 
shocks echoing through both their bodies.
	Balling up the soaked garment to hold in her palm with two 
fingers, she renewed her assault on the dangling Superheroine.  
Twisting her hand to titillate the World's Mightiest Tits while 
rhythmically flicking the World's Mightiest Clit, Angelina brought 
her lips to Mary's and muffled her plaintive whimpering with a 
possessive, mouth conquering, deep tongued kiss.  The witch 
maintained the all out attack for minutes, relishing at the strange 
new feelings of conquering and simultaneously being conquered.  She 
wrenched climax after climax from her weakly struggling plaything, 
finally bringing herself to an explosive orgasm that seemed to blow 
away earth and sky together.
	When she came to, Mary was motionless, lying face down in a 
pool of liquid lust.  "Whoa, girl!  You' one hell of a love doll!  
Maybe I should take ya home wit' me!", grinned the witch.  But no. . 
. Mary was still too powerful, and she might not be taken so easily 
next time.  Angelina realized that although things hadn't quite 
turned out as planned, she had at least some of the magic she'd come 
for, she still had a link with Mary and would know if she 
transformed back to her wimpy alter-ego.  She could then perhaps 
finish this job, and bar the magic from rejoining with Mary 
Bromfield, leaving herself as its soul possessor.
	Quickly she packed her things, searching for the doll as she 
went.  "Damn!", she thought.  "Did I t'row dat t'ing outside?"  Dawn 
was just beginning to lighten the eastern horizon, but the grounds 
were still pooled in blackness.  The witch lit a candle and strode 
to the door.
	A voice from behind stopped her.  "Wait!  Please!"  Mary had 
recovered enough to stand on wobbly legs.  "Please don't go!  Lets 
work this out!", pleaded Mary.  Growing stronger with each minute.  
"We don't have to be at each other's throats!  We can go the Wizard.  
Maybe he'll see fit to return the magic you think he stole.  He's 
not an evil soul.  We Marvel's were put on earth to protect it from 
evil!  Maybe you can help, too!", reasoned Mary.
	Angelina was surprised by this offer of friendship.  As an 
orphan, and a loan witch at that, she had known only loneliness and 
rejection since her mother had died.  Her mother had used her 
knowledge to help her little village, and Angelina had been raised 
in honest and loving home.  Now that she had some of the Wizard's 
magic, she and Mary were more alike than any two other people on the 
planet.  Maybe she could join.  She wavered a moment, then quietly 
replied, "I'll t'ink 'bout it."
	They stood motionless, the two Most Powerful Maids in the 
World looking deeply into each other's eyes, searching for common 
ground when without warning both suddenly folded in on themselves 
and fell to the floor with surprised grunts!  Both now were 
struggling ludicrously as though bound into tight balls of muscle, 
legs folded against chests, heads smashed into knees, backs curved 
and powerful backsides spread and twisting over wiggling feet in 
constrained turmoil.
	Someone or some thing had found the doll, and they were both 
under its inexorable control!

New Owners
	"Wow!, What's been going on in here?!?", whispered an excited 
feminine voice.  Several college age youngsters cautiously peered in 
through the open door of the old building.  
				. . . . . . .
	These were four pledges from Sorority Chi Phi on a late night 
quest to prove their worthiness.  They were to spend the night 
together in the forest, searching for a prize (a bottle with a 
certificate in it, planted by one of the older sisters) as a test of 
their seriousness, ingenuity, and resourcefulness.  When they had 
detected strange lights and sounds coming from the abandoned chapel, 
their curiosity got the better of them.  They had shied when a 
window was broken and the unmistakable sounds of battle were heard, 
and hid themselves in the underbrush.  When the doll came flying 
through the door, it landed on rocky ground close to the margin of 
the clearing holding the old building, and close to the cowering 
quartet.  When the turmoil inside the chapel died down, Samantha, a 
statuesque blonde who was the tallest of the group and the boldest, 
stole out to see what had been landed at their feet.
	"Sam!  Don't!  Come back!", hissed June, a timid brunette with 
large spectacles and a more cautious demeanor.
	"It's a doll! . . .", whispered Sam, ". . . A really strange 
doll", she added hesitantly.  The gathering dawn afforded enough 
light to make out the sadomasochistic position of the perfect little 
figure.  Picking it up to examine it more closely, she was surprised 
at its warmth and by a final muffled 'thud' that simultaneously 
erupted from the old stone building.
	Three other shadows joined Sam.  All were dressed in jeans and 
heavy sweatshirts against the evening's chill.  "Here, take a 
look!", she whispered to the others.  For a moment, the four girls 
passed the doll around.  Still trussed up like a salami, it emanated 
a disturbing quality that none could quite put their finger on.
	"Maybe some kids were fighting in there?", offered June.
	"If so, they're awfully quiet now. . .", observed Yuki, the 
diminutive Japanese student, ". . . do you think they're hurt?", she 
added, concerned.
	"If they're kids, they're either awfully big, or are playing 
with explosives. . .", shuddered an obviously frightened Yolanda, ". 
. . let's just leave!"  Yo, a striking Hispanic beauty from the 
inner city had survived as a child by staying out of other people's 
way.
	"No.  It's our duty to see if anyone's hurt and to help if we 
can", asserted Yuki.  "I know CPR and some first aid.  Someone might 
be dying in there! We can help!", she pleaded.
	"And don't you want to know what's in there?", added the 
reckless Sam with an engaging grin.  Sam, a large, powerful, 
athletic girl, at school on a gymnastics scholarship, with a black 
belt in karate was already striding up to the moss-spattered stone 
steps, holding the doll in one hand.  She slowed as she mounted 
them, giving the others a chance to catch up.  She steadied herself 
with her free hand holding the ancient but still solid door frame 
and, with the others at her heels, peered inside.
	Noticing candles and the cloth draped over the altar, June, 
peering around Sam's shoulder whispered "Somebody's been holding a 
service in here!"
"Or a gang war. . .", remarked Yuki, pointing out the broken window, 
damaged walls and general disarray.
	Sam boldly called out "'Anybody here?!?"  All were surprised 
when a soft voice called out "Please.  Help me!"
	Drawn to the voice and sounds of struggling, the four pledges 
came upon Mary Marvel curled up in a ball and apparently in some 
distress.  "Do you have the doll?!?", gasped the tightly constricted 
heroine.  "Please.  Put it down!  Now!", she went on in short, 
strained sentences.
	Samantha raised the doll to take another look at it.  It, too, 
was tied up in a tight ball, held in place by rubber bands.  It, 
too, now seemed to be struggling in her hand!  Sam almost dropped 
the tiny mannequin in her surprise.  Without answering Mary, she 
whispered in awe, "Hey, guys. . . look at this!  The doll's tied up 
just like this girl, and its moving!!"
	"Lemme see!", cried June, the computer science major, suddenly 
excited as she whipped the doll out of Sam's grasp.  "HEY!! . . .", 
yelped Sam, ". . . watch what you're doing!"
	"No!. . .  Look at this!", began the animated June.  "That 
'girl' on the floor is wearing a costume just like Mary Marvel's. . 
. although I didn't know that Mary had no panties," she added 
curiously looking over the embarrassed bundle at her feet.  While 
Mary blushed with humiliation, realizing that the most prominent 
thing about her as she lay bound on the floor was her naked bottom.  
"The little troop of possible rescuers has a really great view of 
the World's Mightiest Maid!", she thought ruefully, while June 
babbled on.  Before she could compose herself, Mary found her head  
raising slightly.  "I don't believe it!!", June squealed in delight, 
as she pulled the doll's head back.  Pulling off one of the rubber 
bands, June extended the dolls legs, straightening out its knees.  
She squealed again when Mary repeated the maneuver exactly!
"What's going on?!?", queried a befuddled Yuki.  "Yeah, what's 
up?!?", Yolanda chimed in.
	"Watch and learn!", answered June smugly.  "I always knew she 
was a robot!  We've just found her remote control!!  Wow!, this is 
really high tech!!  Look how she follows the control's movements 
exactly. . .", she hurried on, flexing the doll's (and Mary's) legs 
again, then flopping her feet apart, then together awkwardly a few 
times.  "It even has orientation feedback!  Watch!!", she cried 
excitedly as she released the doll's legs and watched them move a 
little as Mary began to thrash.  "It's not very good, though, is 
it?!?", she continued disappointed as the doll only twitched a 
little.  "Oh well, let's unwrap it and see what it can do!!!"
	"Hold on!", said Sam.  "We don't know what this thing can or 
will do!  What if it's dangerous"!"  Maybe it's programmed to kill 
any unauthorized person who finds its remote?!?"
	"Maybe you're right. . .", returned a more cautious June, 
looking at her discovery with a new respect.  ". . . After all, this 
thing is incredibly powerful, and its owners wouldn't want anyone to 
steel it, I'm sure.  Maybe we should just leave it as we found it?"
	"How do we turn it off?", whispered Yolanda, now becoming 
frightened.  "Remember how it moved when its feet were freed!  Maybe 
it'll come after us when we put down its remote!", she added 
frantically, almost in tears.
	"Maybe it has a 'HELP' function. . .", suggested June 
hopefully.  ". . . Hey robot!  How do we shut you off?"
	"I'M NOT A ROBOT!!", hissed Mary through gritted teeth.  "Just 
put down the doll!  PLEASE!!"
	"That's not very helpful", said Yuki, shivering.  "Maybe we 
should just take the remote, and leave the robot.  It doesn't seem 
to be able to do anything as long as you're holding it. . ."
	"HEY!!!. . ." shouted Yolanda, suddenly.  She had been 
nervously inching away from the group when she stumbled over 
Angelina.  ". . . there's another one back here!!, and I think the 
remote controls this one, too!!  Move a leg again!!"
	June flexed the doll's legs a few times.  "Yep!!. . .", said 
Yolanda,   ". . . this one's following too!. . . But this one's not 
dressed exactly like Mary Marvel. . . it doesn't have much to its 
costume, and its really 'built'!  It looks more like some life sized 
body-builder sex doll!"
	"Maybe that's what they are. . .", reasoned Yuki.  ". . . 
Look, the Mary Marvel robot doesn't have any panties, and even looks 
. . . 'aroused', somehow. . ."
	"How would you know 'aroused'?", asked Sam, surprised.  "I 
thought you people were much too 'proper' for that sort of thing."
	"My people. . ." returned an obviously annoyed Yuki ". . . are 
well aware of all aspects of human beings.  We have an ancient and 
complex pornographic literature and artistic tradition.  Even the 
'tentacle rape' motif, which seems to be new to you westerners, is 
evident in paintings dating back hundreds of years!", she continued 
with a superior sneer.  "If these things were built for sex, I can 
put them through their paces!  Let me see that remote!!", she added, 
holding out her hand to June.
	At this point, Angelina, realizing that 'playing dead' was no 
longer going to be a useful ploy joined Mary in trying to convince 
the four coeds to relinquish control, but it was no use.  June, with 
a new respect for the tiny oriental, passed the doll to Yuki, being 
careful to point out the rubber bands and to make sure that Yuki 
grasped the doll firmly before she let go.
	When Mary and the witch both felt the soft, warm, sensual 
grasp of the sexually learned oriental, both renewed their 
struggling and pleading.  "Wow!!  That's quite a show!", remarked 
Yuki, enjoying the play of muscles under glistening skin of both 
'robots'.  "I bet their owner is a control freak, who indulges in 
fantasies of domination."  The pleading and struggling became 
squealing and finally shrieking frenzy as Yuki whipped the doll's 
privates gently with a thin gold chain bracelet.
	The three others look in shock from the agitated 'robots' to 
Yuki, who seemed to be enjoying herself.  They'd never seen this 
side of the normally reserved Yuki, and didn't know what to make of 
it.  "Wow!!. . .", said Yuki again, ". . . they've really got all 
the moves and sounds programmed in!  It's almost real!", she added 
in an awed whisper.
	"It's too real!!", stammered the timid June.  "Please stop, 
Yuki!  I don't like this!  You're freaking me out!"
	"OK. . .", sighed Yuki with some annoyance.  ". . . we'll try 
something less offensive to your tender sensibilities.  But I'll 
need some help, if we're going to have them put on a show.  Since 
you're so sensitive, why don't you give me a hand, June.  Take the 
doll's arms, while I take its legs.  That's right, don't be afraid.  
Now I'm taking off the other rubber bands."
	"Be careful!!", cautioned Sam, eyes warily watching the two 
sweaty figures on the floor.
	"Are you sure we should be doing this?", asked Yolanda 
nervously.
	"Oh poo! . . ", scoffed Yuki.  ". . . Just follow my lead.  
Now, June, hold the arms straight out and forward from the 
shoulders.  Good!  Now I'll hold the legs like so. . .", she added.  
The doll could now be placed on hands and knees, (if they'd felt 
they could safely let it go).
	"OK", ordered Yuki.  "Now Sam and Yolanda, you two turn Mary 
on her back and put the black one on top of her!"
	"How do we know we can even lift these things?!?", whined 
Yolanda.  "They've got to be awfully heavy!"
	"Just try it!", commanded Yuki.
	Sam and Yolanda approached the two 'robots' with trepidation.  
Both Mary and Angelina were whimpering and squirming as they tried 
to accommodate the pain of the unexpected beating.  So engrossed 
were they in their pain that they didn't notice Sam and Yolanda 
moving them until they were positioned.  "They're heavy. . .", 
huffed Sam, ". . . but not as bad as I thought.  There we go!"
	Under Yuki's direction, with a lot of giggles, clumsy moves, 
corrections, and straining the troop finally got the two Marvels 
joined in a '69' position.  The head of each was captured between 
the thighs of the other, face pressed to crotch, hugging each other.  
Yuki fixed the position of the doll using rubber bands, then, to the 
amusement of her friends using the doll like a puppeteer, she had 
the trapped Marvels put on an impromptu display of 'synchronized 
squirming'.  Helpless ears were ground between muscular thighs.  
Nodding heads pressed between powerful buttocks.  Blushing faces 
nuzzled puffy pussies.  Angry, humiliated super beings howled their 
disapproval into each other's gooey cunts, the vibrations causing 
further unwanted stimulation.  Yuki's three friends were soon 
laughing so hard at the 'robot's' antics that they had to lean on 
the walls for support.
	"St-t-top ittt. . .", shrieked June.  "It's to-o fu-fu-funny, 
Yuki!!  I can't take any more!!"
	"Is that what sex is like in Japan?!?", joked Sam.
	"No, its a Japanese view of Gaijin sex!!" rejoined Yuki.
	"Hey, guys!!", Yo suddenly whispered sharply.  "We're not 
alone!"
	The laughter and squirming came to an abrupt halt.  Four sets 
of eyes turned toward the door.  There, silhouetted against the 
brilliance of the sun washed morning stood the awesome figure of a 
powerfully built young woman, hands on hips, abbreviated skirt 
caressing muscled thighs, shoulder's thrown back, head high.  
"What's going on here?", asked the newcomer in authoritative, 
measured tones.

Supergirl!
	As the athletic figure strode gracefully into the room, the 
four schoolgirls backed slightly.  Each recognized the Girl of 
Steel.  Each had read reports of her exploits in the newspapers and 
on the WEB.  All realized that they had been caught doing something 
that they probably shouldn't have been doing.
	"I repeat. . .", snarled Supergirl.  ". . . What's going on 
here?!?"
	Suddenly all four girls began at once: 
	"We're sorority pledges sent here on a quest!"
	"We were just having a little fun!"
	"We found a couple of super robots and their remote control!!"
	"Samantha made me do it!!!". . .
	"Hold on!  Hold on!  Slow down!  One at a time!" admonished a 
bemused Girl of Steel, holding up her hands to quell the flood of 
words.  "What's this about Super Robots?!?"
	"Over there on the floor. . .", pointed Sam.  ". . . and Yuki 
has their  remote.  See?!?"
	The blue and red clad powerhouse knelt by the strange 'lump', 
suddenly (as sometimes happens with ambiguous optical illusions) 
recognizing it as two sweaty, gasping, beautiful women intimately 
conjoined.  Further recognizing the read dress and gold belt of the 
one on the bottom, she gasped, "Mary!!  Is that you?!?  She brushed 
back Mary's hair but her face was hidden between the sturdy buttocks 
of the black girl on top of her!
	Yuki, as though coming out of a dream quickly pulled the 
doll's head back, effectively extracting both girl's heads from each 
other's bottoms.  Mary's face was glistening with Angelina's sticky 
discharge, her hair matted, and her eyes wouldn't focus.  She had 
been under such strain for so long that she was barely conscious.  
She had been abused, humiliated, and beaten for hours and through it 
all she had orgasmed repeatedly.  She was still whirling, lost in a 
red mist of lust, but somehow the confident voice, blue cloud of a 
uniform and blaze of golden hair triggered a recollection.
	"Supergirl. . .", Mary sighed.  "Are you really here?. . .  Oh 
please. . .  Help me. . ."
	"Here, Supergirl. . .", stuttered Yuki.  ". . . You take the 
control!  It's OK.  We were just leaving!"
	She put the doll down on the nearest pew, backed away, and 
then all hell broke loose!
	Angelina had been waiting for just this chance, and she wasn't 
going to blow it!  The instant Yuki let go of the doll, Angelina 
charged.  Supergirl never knew what hit her.  In a microsecond, the 
witch went supersonic and inflicted a Marvel 'Atomic Punch' on the 
hapless Girl of Steel!  The four freshmen tumbled out of the door, 
pushed by the concussion of the blow that drove Supergirl's head 
deep into the stone floor of the tiny chapel.  Dazed, head buried to 
the shoulders in stone, Supergirl could not react in time to save 
herself.  With one mighty yank of her golden belt, Supergirl was 
extracted from the floor and instantly subjected to such a storm of 
Marvel strikes that she lost consciousness!
	"I've gotta have time to think this out!", thought Angelina, 
puffing with the exertion of the attack.  "I've gotta get away from 
here!  But first I'll have to fix these two super-types so they 
can't follow!"
	Thinking rapidly, the World's Mightiest Witch, dragged the 
unconscious Girl of Steel to the dazed Mary and tied the two 
together.  She first looped Supergirl's right arm over Mary's left 
shoulder, and Supergirl's left arm under Mary's right, then tied the 
two together tightly behind Mary's head using strands of Mary's 
unbreakable hair!  She repeated the process with Mary, tying her 
arms behind Supergirl's head.  The two beaten superheroines were now 
locked in a tight embrace, face to face, arms forming a pair of 
interlocking loops!  Angelina repeated the process, interlocking the 
Superheroines legs, tying their ankles behind each other's heads 
with their own super hair.  By now, Supergirl was beginning to 
awaken, but it was too late.  Angelina lifted the moaning heroines 
and, slipping their twisted hair over a sconce, stood back to admire 
the awkwardly bundled Guardians of Right.
	"Wow. . . Cheek to cheek, and cheek to cheek!", she quipped, 
admiring  the way Mary's naked groin nestled into Supergirl's blue 
clothed crotch.  Unable to resist, the witch reached out and ran her 
fingertips lightly over the two presented pudenda.  Supergirl 
groaned and Mary's nether lips quivered and drooled.  Angelina 
slowly twisted Mary's still erect clitoris, driving the delirious 
and hopelessly aroused heroine to buck, spasm, and quickly climax, 
grinding her crotch into Supergirl's while mindlessly trying to 
force her tongue past the blonde's pouting lips.
	Angelina toyed with her catch a while longer, bringing Mary 
again to climax, and further confusing Supergirl with what would 
otherwise have been an assault of pleasure.  Finally, when both 
heroines were drooling at both ends and locked in a deep kiss, the 
witch scooped the doll into its carrying case (being careful not to 
touch it with any live flesh).  Staggering slightly as the intensely 
erotic waves emanating from her Marvel 'twin' surged through her 
being, Angelina rose unsteadily, and flew slowly into the brilliant 
sky of a late fall morning, towards the city and her tiny apartment.

A bargain.
	Nearly half an hour after Angelina had disappeared from view, 
four shaken but still daring young women lifted themselves, one by 
one from their hiding places, regrouped and cautiously made their 
way back to the chapel.
	"I'm pretty sure the black one is gone. . .", whispered Sam, 
". . . but I didn't see the others come out.  I think we should see 
what happened!"
	"Be careful!!!", hissed June, teasing dead leaves out of her 
hair.  "We still don't know who or what they are!"
	"Maybe the robot and her friend needs our help!?!", offered 
June.
	"How can a 'robot' have friends?!?", Yolanda shot back.
	"Yeah!. . .", joined Yuki.  "Either its a robot and its owner 
or we've been doing something terrible to a girl like us!!"
	Sam whispered the obvious, "She may be a girl, but she's 
certainly not like us!  I'm thinking that maybe she is one of those 
superheroines.  Maybe we've just seen Mary Marvel and Supergirl 
fight some horribly evil villainess. . ."  
	". . . and loose!!!", added Yuki with awe.
	Now moving with purpose, the four made their way past the 
broken door and into the dim interior of the damage building.  Their 
eyes were immediately drawn to a brightly colored mass swinging from 
the heavy central beam.  When they drew near, it spoke to them!!
	A timid voice asked, "Can you help us, please?!?"
	"um. . . what are you trying to do?!?", Sam returned 
hesitantly.  In the dim surroundings she still hadn't made sense out 
of the tangle of hair, arms, legs and gaily colored clothing.
	"We've been tied up, and we can't reach the knots!", came the 
voice again, this time stronger with a wave of hands and wiggle of 
fingers for emphasis.  "Can you get us free?  Please?!?"
	"We'll try!", answered Sam.  "Come on, ladies. . . let's get 
them down and look at those knots!"
	It took all four of the freshmen to lift the dense bodies of 
the trussed up super pair off the sconce.  It was a sticky bundle, 
still reeking of sex, evoking various visceral responses in the 
rescuers, but all remained steadfast to the task and soon settled 
them on the altar.  After a brief rest, the bundle was lifted again 
and transported to the chapel's brightly lit entrance steps.  
Working swiftly and quietly, with great concentration, the four 
saviors moved as a team, applying pressure on the two super girls as 
needed to relieve tension in their hair, twisted strands of gold or 
lustrous brown back through tightened loops, teased tangles free, 
and little by little released Supergirl and Mary from their terrible 
bondage.
	Mary, recovering from her ordeal but still a little groggy 
straightened her uniform, brushed her fingers through her hair.  
"Thank you!!!", she effused.  "We couldn't have done it without your 
help!!!  If you need anything, just ask!!!"
	"Well. . .", began Sam.  "Maybe you could help us?. . ."
	"What can we do?!?", asked Mary encouragingly.
	"Well. . .  We were in the forest on a quest from our 
sorority.  We were supposed to find something for our initiation.  
But all we found was. . . you.  Could you come to the ceremony and 
help us?!?"
	Supergirl pulled Mary aside, whispering, "be careful what you 
get us into, Mary!!!  It's likely to be a night of adolescent 'fun 
and games'.  Not the sort of stuff a Superheroine should be part 
of!"
	"In case you hadn't noticed", shot back Mary recovering some 
of her old spirit, "we're both adolescents!  It might be fun!!  In 
any event, I'm going to college next year, and I'd like to know what 
it's all about!!!  Please come with me!?!"
	Supergirl raised one eyebrow in thought, then nodded 
reluctantly.
	"OK!!", said Mary.  "We'll come!!. . ."
	". . . But it has to be after we take care of whatever it was 
that took us out!!", added a thoughtful Girl of Steel.
	The four students bounced about, clapping their hands at the 
wonderful news!  It was going to be a great semester!

The final battle.
	Nearly recovered from their ordeal, two determined super 
heroines left their rescuers, and began their search for the witch.  
They flew side by side, athletic bodies cutting through the cool 
autumn air like rockets, Mary modestly holding her skirt to her 
thighs with both fists.  As they soared above the forest in a low 
arc toward the city, they continued their discussion.
	"I don't think we should have promised those girls we'd visit 
their sorority!", worried Linda.  "It can't be good for us.  I've 
got a bad feeling about it!"
	"You worry too much!", rejoined the World's Mightiest Girl.  
"But lets talk about that later!  We've got more important things to 
think of now!  The girls said that Angelina had flown off toward the 
city, so that's where we're going!  But what can we do when we get 
there?!?
	"We'll fly a search pattern and try to locate her.  
Unfortunately, even with my super vision it'll be like picking a 
needle out of a haystack!  Any other ideas?", asked a dubious Girl 
of Steel.
	"We don't have any idea where to start looking!!", said Mary 
sadly.  "Your idea sounds as good as any to me.  Let's see what 
happens when we get to the city."
	Minutes later, The concrete, glass, and steel towers of 
Fawcett City stretched out below them.  They alighted on the central 
Fawcett Tower, Mary grimacing as she struggled to hold her skirt 
down.  Standing on the gravel of the small roof near the trademark 
tower supporting most of the city's communication antennae, (Mary 
still clutching her skirt to keep the brisk wind from unveiling her 
most private parts), the two surveyed the hubbub below them.  Their 
search seemed less hopeful with each passing minute.
	Without warning, Mary's legs snapped together!  Taken by 
surprise, the World's Mightiest Girl toppled, landing on her butt on 
the gravel.
	"OH NO!!", she wailed.  Then gasping, "That witch is doing it 
again!!  She must have tied the doll's legs together. . . and now 
(gasp!) she's (groan!)  masturbating again (ohhhh!), the filthy 
thing!!  Help me, Linda!!!", she pleaded.
	Supergirl was dismayed.  She had no idea how to help her 
friend.  Remembering how Mary had attacked her last time she had 
been hopelessly aroused, Linda began to rack her brain for some way 
to painlessly restrain Mary, should she loose control.  Both girls 
recognized this for what it was. . . an attack.  If Mary succumbed 
to Angelina's bondage and sensual manipulations, it might just bring 
her to render Supergirl helpless, too!  Then the witch could 
surprise them and knock them both out as she had before!  This 
looked bad!!
	Mary twisted herself into sitting position, her muscular butt 
grinding on the gravel.  She let go of her skirt and screamed "I 
WON'T LET HER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!!!"  Then, with surprising 
inspiration, she stiffened her fingers and jammed them into her own 
ribs.
	Two miles away, Angelina, playing with herself and the Mary 
doll, and slipping under her own sensual spell suddenly squealed, 
flapping her elbows to her sides as though she were jabbed in the 
ribs!  "What the.?.?.?", she gasped.
	"Do that again!!", demanded Supergirl.  "I think I heard 
something!!"
	Mary repeated the poke, and, sure enough, after a roughly ten 
second delay, Supergirl's super hearing clearly detected a girl's 
shriek!
	"Keep doing that!!", Supergirl called over her shoulder.  
"We've got her now!"
	"Get the doll!!  GET THE DOLL!!  DON'T TRY TO FIGHT WITH 
HER!!!", Mary shouted after her friend as she struggled to rise.
	"I'll keep her off guard!!", promised Mary.  "We learned in 
Psych that you can't tickle yourself, but she's not me!  What I'm 
doing to myself must be driving her crazy!!.  Let's see if I can up 
the ante. . .", she thought excitedly.
	Bending forward over her magically bound legs, she managed to 
remove her golden boots with one hand while continuing to play a 
tattoo on her ribs with the other.  Then hitching herself forward on 
her butt, she slid the soles of her feet lightly over a protuberance 
on one foot of the tower, sending excruciating sensations to the 
corresponding members of her enemy!
	Suddenly, Mary's legs were free!  The witch had dropped the 
doll!!
	Supergirl followed the sounds of distress to a large 
dilapidated brick building in the seedy section of town.  She had no 
problem identifying the witch's apartment.  Squeals, shrieks, and 
the sounds of heavy impacts on masonry brought her to a damaged 
window on the fifth floor.  A thrashing, out of control super being 
can do a lot of damage.
	Mary, at last free of the doll's dictates and in control of 
the strange 'sensation exchange' existing between her and her enemy 
was now flitting about the communication tower like a giant red, 
white, and gold Tinkerbell.  Now poking herself in the ribs with her 
steel hard fingers, now running some small spike between her toes, 
now dancing the sole of her foot across a bird feather, she kept 
Angelina guessing, and in convulsions!
	Before charging into the apartment, the Girl of Steel 
carefully perused its interior with her super vision.  She spied the 
doll, lying near the window with the witch, still in her perverse 
Marvel costume, writhing on floor several feet away.  Carefully 
planning her trajectory, she shot in through the window, snagged the 
doll, and rolled it into a tight little package!
	Angelina's limbs, mimicking the doll's immediately folded 
against herself.  She lay gasping, trying to catch her breath as 
Supergirl anxiously squeezed the doll with both hands.  Linda wasn't 
going to let it go a second time.
	Mary too folded up, her naked butt once again on display as 
her thighs pressed against her ribs and her arms embraced her legs.  
She squeaked in surprise and fell nearly 50 stories before finding 
the self control to halt her earthward plunge and hover erratically 
just 40 feet above the pavement.  After a moment's reflection she 
was elated!  Supergirl must have the doll!  Unsteadily, still 
wrapped up like a bail of rags, she flew as best she could in the 
general direction that Linda had taken.  Flying on her back, she 
finally sighted through her powerful knees, the broken wall of an 
elegant old brick building that had seen better days.  She managed 
to enter through the damage-enlarged window and dropped to the floor 
just in time to witness Angelina's desperate last stand.
	The super powered witch, also still able to fly, threw herself 
against a surprised Girl of Steel, butting Linda in the crotch.  
Taking further advantage of her position, she bit down hard on the 
Maid of Might's unprotected blue clad pudenda sending waves of pain 
rolling through that incredible body.  It is a credit to Supergirl's 
resolve that even under such duress she held onto the doll.  
Writhing in pain, without thinking, she clubbed Angelina with the 
it!  Adding to the force of Linda's frantic blow, the mystic 
feedback between doll and its target created an internal explosion, 
knocking both Angelina and Mary instantly unconscious!
	Supergirl gasping to catch her breath, whimpering quietly and 
inelegantly soothing her wounded sex with one hand, crushed the doll 
to her mighty chest with the other and fought to recover.  Quickly, 
she found a few heavy rubber bands and fixed the doll's position.  
She then stuffed it into her tunic to press against her warm living 
flesh for safe keeping.  Momentarily safe, she sat by the window, 
spread her legs and used both hands to nurse her tortured labia.  
She lifted a dampened finger to view. . .  "That damned witch 
actually drew blood!!", she hissed.  This was indeed a dangerous 
enemy!

Endgame
	With the doll safely inside her tunic tightly wedged between 
her large breasts, Supergirl waited for the two Marvels to recover.  
In addition to the doll in her tunic, she now had both hands on the 
witch, holding her by both her hair and the belt of her costume.  
After nearly a quarter of an hour, both girls began to stir.  
	"SHAZAM!", groaned Mary, as her tortured mind struggled 
towards consciousness.  The magic lightning, striking so closely, 
momentarily blinded and deafened even the Girl of Steel.
	A very angry Mary Bromfield, no longer under the control of 
the horrible doll, launched herself at the two super beings.  
	"Where are Mary's panties!!", she demanded.   "AND where's 
that doll!!" "I'm not affected by it. . . only Mary Marvel!  We can 
rip her to shreds!"
	"Hold on, Mary!!", warned a nervous Girl of Steel, but her 
friend charge in heedless of the danger.  When Mary was on top of 
the two, Angelina twitched in Supergirl's grasp and even bound by 
the doll and held in a grip of steel the movement was enough to send 
Mary flying backward to land (thankfully) on the couch.
	Mary shook her head to clear it, then approached more 
cautiously.  "Crush the doll!!", she pleaded.  "Tear it up!!  Burn 
it!!  Get rid of it once and for all!  The old Wizard will fix 
anything that happens to his magic!  I can't bear to be a prisoner 
of that damned doll again!!!", she sobbed, edging closer.
	Supergirl now held the witch up and out of the way (like a 
parent keeping a dangerous tool away from an out of control child.  
Mary knew the doll had to be on Supergirl somewhere, and when she 
saw its bulge between the breasts of steel she struck out with her 
fist!  Even the punch of a normal girl had a painful effect on 
Angelina, who yelped and jerked in Supergirl's grasp.
	"Lets just take this witch to Shazam and have him set things 
right!", suggested Supergirl, struggling to keep Angelina still.  
She was surprised when both girls responded with, "NO!, Not that!"
	Mary looked sheepish but Angelina, cowed at the thought of 
being taken as a prisoner to the mighty wizard hurried on: "Look, ya 
two.  Lets just turn me back to my normal self and we can each go 
our own way.  We don't have to bother the wizard.  I can set things 
right myself.  Let me do it and let's let bygones be bygones.  
OK?!?!?"
	"How do we know we can trust you?", queried a cautious Girl of 
Steel.
	Angelina thought for a second then answered: "Mary Marvel's 
panties are stuffed into the crotch of my costume. . .  Take them.
	While Supergirl held the bound witch tightly, Mary, disgust 
evident in her face and her gesture, slid her hand into the slim red 
bands of material that made up her foe's uniform.  Both Mary and 
Supergirl were wary, but Angelina made no hostile moves.  She even 
refrained from giving words to the obvious wisecracks that Mary's 
reluctant search suggested.  Mary was able to grasp a corner of the 
stolen garment and pull it from its warm, moist hiding place.
	Supergirl looked questioningly at Mary who, blushing furiously 
and stuffing the panties into the pocket of her jeans, softly said, 
"If we don't have to bother the wizard, let's not."  Then, to 
Angelina: "OK, call the name of Shazam and change back, then we'll 
talk."
	"OK.  Shazam!", gasped the trussed up witch.  Nothing 
happened.
	"I think you have to do it!", Angelina told Mary.  Even with 
all this magic in me, I guess the lightning thrower does not 
recognize me.  We'll have to do it like I did with you in the 
chapel. . ."
	Still trussed up like a sausage, Angelina instructed Mary and 
Supergirl in the necessary preparations then told Mary to call on 
the Wizard.
	Mary embraced her 'packaged' nemesis to get as close as 
possible and called out "Shazam!".  Magic lightning thundered into 
the broken apartment, blinding the three girls and wrenching the 
stolen magic from the witch's body.  Angelina, freed from the magic 
spell was once again herself, a normal human witch.  No more super 
strength.  No more power of flight.  No more bound by the magic of 
the doll.  The witch, a normal healthy athletic young woman in the 
prime of life surprised both her adversaries by lashing out at Mary, 
kicking the astonished teen out through the broken window towards 
the concrete five stories below!
	With a look of surprised shock followed by an angry glance at 
the now normal witch, Supergirl dove through the opening in the wall 
to save her friend from certain death.   Angelina knew she had but 
moments before her captors returned, knew there was no hope in 
running.  In the few seconds allowed her, she managed to find the 
materials needed for an 'invisibility' spell, and vanished from 
sight!
	A five story fall takes a little less than two seconds!  
Without thinking, Mary, falling backwards, called out the name of 
the Wizard, and was transformed just as she and Supergirl and the 
pavement made contact!  The World's Mightiest Girl (once again) 
immediately folded into the bound form dictated by the doll. . . 
knees pressed tightly against powerful chest, heels indenting (still 
naked) muscular buttocks, arms  locked tightly around legs, face 
rammed into aforementioned knees.  Unfortunately, in the rush of 
events and confusion wrought by the exploding magic lightning, the 
Girl of Steel was just too close to the Maid of Might as she folded 
in on herself.  Supergirl's head wound up wrapped so tightly between 
Mary's heavy thighs that even the concrete splintering impact of the 
two on the sidewalk didn't dislodge her.  The impact, greatly 
amplified by the doll still in Supergirl's tunic, wrung a tortured 
wail from the battered Mary!
	Mildly stunned by the impact and confusion of Mary's 
transformation, Supergirl struggled to her feet, wearing Mary like a 
grotesque helmet, turning her head this way and that, wondering why 
she couldn't see anything!  Mary, heels and buttocks seemingly 
replacing her friend's face, groaned "Linda!  Untie the doll! We 
have to get the witch!!"
	Supergirl, reached up, grabbed the doll through her tunic and 
pulled it and the material away from her body.  Instantly, as the 
doll lost contact with living flesh, Mary was free, and tumbled to 
the sidewalk, landing heavily on her side.  Without thinking, 
Supergirl fished the doll out of her tunic, once again causing Mary 
to snap back into her bound state when the super hand made contact 
with the magic monstrosity.  Unfortunately, Mary's spasm jerked the 
still partly dazed Girl of Steel who fumbled the doll, and as she 
inadvertently juggled it poor Mary went through several more 'free, 
bound, free, bound' cycles before Supergirl got the bonds off the 
doll and placed it into her belt, out of contact with her living 
skin.
	Mary, shaky from the rough treatment, ran a hand through her 
long brown hair, straightened her costume, shook her head, and let 
out a long sigh of relief.  The doll, its waist trapped by 
Supergirl's belt, was at last still.  "Let's find a box for that 
thing so we can carry it safely!", Mary pleaded.  Then, slapping her 
forehead, "Holy Moly!!  I'd forgotten all about that witch!!  We 
can't let her get away!!  She has to disassemble the thing!!"  The 
two super girls darted up back up to the apartment, but were 
dismayed to find it empty!
	Angelina's invisibility spell did not exactly render her 
invisible, but rather caused her to be seen as something else.  In 
this case it 'disguised' the witch as a large chest-of-drawers 
against one wall of the sparsely furnished bedroom.  The two 
Superheroines searched everywhere.  Supergirl used her super vision.  
Mary opened everything and anything large enough to hide a person, 
even the old chest-of-drawers in the bedroom.  The witch was 
disconcerted at first when Mary pulled her top open, peered at her 
sweaty breasts, then let it snap closed and did the same with the 
waistband of her pants.  "Nothing here!!", called Mary 
disappointedly.  "Not for you, ya' bubble-headed nitwit!", thought a 
relieved Angelina with a smirk.  The two superheroines spent hours 
searching the rest of the building and immediate neighborhood but 
finally had to admit defeat.
	The 'invisibility' spell had done its job.  The witch, first 
fearful of being discovered or accidentally torn apart by one of the 
two powerhouses, soon grew more confident, poking Mary's naked butt 
(Mary thought she'd accidentally backed into an open drawer), 
tripping her (Mary berated herself for her own clumsiness), and even 
once trying to grab for the doll when Supergirl walked past.  
Fortunately for Mary, she missed!
	Mary found a box for the doll, Supergirl carefully fastened it 
inside and sealed the lid, then tucked it under her arm.
After the two crime-fighters left, Angelina packed what she could of 
her mystic supplies, and left to find a new place to stay.  It 
wouldn't be difficult.  The two 'airheads' (as Angelina thought of 
the heroines) had beaten her not by their own might and cunning but 
had won the encounter (in her estimation) because of her own 
inexperience.  She would try again. . . perhaps not so near the seat 
of magic.  She passed easily down the street, appearing to passers-
by variously as an old stray dog, a child on a bicycle, a swirl of 
dry leaves, and other innocuous, commonplace things.

Zatanna
	Although Angelina had escaped, the two heroines had the doll, 
and were heartened to think that its threat would soon be over.
	"Let's take you and the doll to your friend Shazam and have 
him take it apart!!", chirped a buoyant Supergirl.
	"Uh. . .  I'd rather not. . . ", mumbled Mary.
	"What?!?", queried her surprised friend.  "Why not?!?"
	"You don't know what he's like", whimpered Mary.  "He's an old 
man, and the worst male chauvinist I know.  He might even intercede 
to have my powers permanently removed if he feels I can't handle 
them.  I'd rather do this without him.", Mary added unhappily.
	"If that's the case. . .", smirked Supergirl, ". . . you'd 
better get your panties back, too!!  The male chauvinist might not 
appreciate you flashing your naked butt (here she slapped Mary's 
left buttock) under the Marvel uniform!!"
	Mary jumped and reddened, looking even more troubled.  "What 
can we do?!?  Do you have any magical friends who can help?!?", she 
begged.
	"I think so. . .", Supergirl answered thoughtfully.  ". . . I 
even think that she's in town.  Why don't you change back to Mary 
Bromfield, and we'll go find her tonight."
	"I'd rather stay as Mary Marvel. . ." returned Mary.  "I don't 
know what happens to my costume when I'm Mary Bromfield, and I'd 
hate to have old Shazam find it minus the panties!  I'd also rather 
not have any more people know my secret identity than really have 
to", she added in explanation.
	"Suit yourself.  I won't tell a soul."
	Late that night, two brightly dressed young ladies quietly 
found Zatanna backstage at the Bijou.  The magician was finishing 
another well received engagement, and was packing her props for 
their trip to Gotham, the next stop on her tour.  At first she 
thought that two locals had sneaked in past security, but then 
recognized Supergirl.  "Hi, Linda!!", she greeted her warmly.  "What 
brings you here?!?!  Did you catch the show?!?  Who's your little 
friend?"  Top hat askew, dark coat tails flying, fishnets on her 
long athletic legs swishing past each other, heels rapping on the 
old wooden floor, she ran forward, embraced Supergirl quickly, then 
held her out at arm's length.  "We don't get together often 
enough!", she finished.  "How are you?!?
	Supergirl introduced Mary and quickly explained her awkward 
situation.  Zatanna was thoughful.  "I might be able to help you.  
Let's start with something easy, so I can see if I understand the 
kinds of mystic arts involved. . .", she said slowly.  ". . . Let's 
try to get your panties back.  Where did you last see them, dear?", 
she asked Mary.
	A little uncertainly, Mary answered: "I put them in the pocket 
of my jeans. . . in my secret identity".
	"Well, where are these jeans, now?  Can you get them?!?", 
asked Zatanna, kindly.
	Mary hesitated, then realized she would have to tell Zatanna 
her secret.  Supergirl had vouched for her, and that would have to 
do!  "Shazam!", she intoned.  Magic lightning filled the stage with 
a blinding flash and a deafening peal of thunder!  Mary Bromfield 
stood where the World's Mightiest Girl had just been, mists 
dissipating about her, a smile on her lips. . . until she saw 
Zatanna.  "Oh, I'm so sorry!!!", she apologized.  "I should have 
warned you!!!"
	The magician was sitting on the floor, her legs spread out in 
front of her, arms stiff holding her upright, hat rolling on the 
floor several feet behind her, hair covering half her astonished 
face, mouth and eyes agape!  "WOW!!!", she finally gasped.  "You've 
got to teach me that one!!"
	Apologizing profusely, Mary, now a cute teen, helped Zatanna 
up.  While helping put her costume in order, she explained her 
relationship with the Marvels and old Shazam.  Zatanna brought the 
discussion back to the panties.
	"OK, do you have them??", she asked.
	Mary fished in her pockets.  "Here they are!", she announced 
brightly, holding them up.  Then suddenly blushing, she averted her 
eyes and balled them up in her fist.
	"It's OK, dear. . .", encouraged Zatanna.  "Finding them is 
the first step.  Now, if I'm right, in order for them to stay with 
you through your 'transition' you'll have to have them inside of 
you.  If they're outside, they will be treated like the rest of your 
clothes and exchanged!  Let's try it!!"
	What do you mean by 'inside' of me?!?", asked Mary, dubiously.  
"Is it enough just to completely enclose them in my hand??"
	"I doubt it, but you can try if you want to!  I'd suggest you 
try it with them in your mouth!!", replied the magician 
thoughtfully.  "If that doesn't work, maybe you should swallow 
them." she continued
	Mary regarded the unappetizing garment, still damp with the 
juices of the World's Mightiest Girl, rung from her in her Most 
Ignominious Defeat with distaste.  "There are other places you could 
put it. . .", offered Zatanna helpfully, glancing downward.  Mary 
sighed, squeezed the garment into a ball, and pressed it into her 
right cheek.  Holding her teeth together and sounding a bit like a 
'chipmunk', she  quietly said: "Stand back please! . . .  Shazam!"
	In spite of the distortion of her voice, the Magic Lightning 
obediently thundered down, transforming her, once again, into the 
bare bottomed version of the World's Mightiest Girl.  Mary's eyes 
lit up when she felt something in her mouth, and quickly spat the 
panties into her hand.  Blushing, with a sheepish grin, she quickly 
wriggled back into her long lost panties, then squirmed a bit to 
settle the gooey garment into its least uncomfortable position.  
(Hopefully the next transition cycle would clean them for her.)
	"OK!!!!", cheered Zatanna, giving Mary a pat on the back, and 
Supergirl a broad smile.  Putting an arm around each she said "I 
think I can help.  Fortunately, I don't have to be in Gotham for a 
few days.  Lets stop off at my home, and we'll take a harder look at 
that doll!!  Follow me!!  sdinw, yrrac us emoh!".  Seemingly from 
nowhere, a whirlwind sprang up, lifted Zatanna and the two surprised 
superheroines, their skirts and capes billowing about them, and 
carried them off.

With a friend like this. . .
	Moments after the three were lifted gently from the ground in 
the eye of what seemed a ferocious tornado, Mary was suddenly torn 
from the Zatanna's arm and sent into the fury of the storm where she 
began spinning like a manic figure skater.
	"What?!?!?", gasped Supergirl.
	"Oh no. . .", whispered the mistress of the Arcane arts.
	"EEEEeeeeEEEEeeeeEEEEeeee. . . Wh..Wh..Wha a a a t t s s s.. 
h..h..h..h..a a a a pp e e n i n g   t..t..t..to 
m..m..m..m..m..eeeEEEeeeEEEeee?!?!?" wailed the startled victim.
	"What is it?!?", demanded Supergirl, urgently.
	". . .It's the magic!  I should have thought of it, before!", 
groaned the magician with a self-deprecating tone.  "Not all magics 
are compatible.  Mary is largely an arcane creature.  My protective 
wards have expelled her from my safety and sent her to the most 
dangerous part of the storm spell, as if she were an enemy!!!  
She'll spin like that, steadily speeding up, until she flies apart 
or the spell ends (whichever comes first)!!!  I can't stop the 
spell!  It must end of its own accord when its task is complete!!  
Oh Supergirl. . . this is terrible!!  We can only hope that she's 
strong enough to survive the next few minutes!!"
	"To hell with that!!. . .", growled Supergirl.  ". . .I can't 
sit by and watch while my friend is torn limb-from-limb!!  I'm going 
to pull her back in!!".
	"NO!!!", shrieked Zatanna, but it was already too late.  
Supergirl extracted herself from Zatanna's desperate grasp and dove 
into the maelstrom!  Unfortunately, when she touched the rotating 
Marvel, trying to save her, the awesome magicks swirling around the 
two bold Superheroines recognized in the Girl of Steel a second 
danger, and took her too.
While Zatanna was carried gently at the center of an eddy of 
incalculable mystic forces, both the World's Mightiest Girl and the 
Maid of Might suffered the most frightening ride of their lives.  
Spinning like tops, they orbited the magician, only meters from her 
tranquil seat, squealing out their confusion and distress in very 
unsuperheroinely tones.
	Each was spinning ever faster as the vengeful magicks filled 
them with angular momentum stolen from the very earth itself.  
Colorful capes twisted around heads.  Skirts stood out like discs, 
but revealed nothing more than flesh colored blur.  Trying to regain 
control of their bodies, both girls instinctively held their 
muscular legs tightly together, and their powerful arms wrapped 
about themselves, struggling against the nearly irresistible 
centrifugal forces.  Despite their best efforts, blood began pooling 
in their extremities, slowly leaving the two super brains.  Mary, 
who started earlier and was spinning faster, lost consciousness and 
went limp.  Instantly, her arms and legs snapped to the sides 
placing enormous strain on hips and shoulders.  Now unconscious, she 
spun with arms stretched to her sides, legs in a perfect 'split', 
but Zatanna only saw a strange broadening of the red, gold and white 
blur that was Mary.   A slight wobble developed in her spin, which 
rapidly became a dangerous instability, finally resulting in a 
terribly wrenching reorientation.  After this, Mary was now lying 
horizontal, spinning about her middle as if a vertical axle were 
built right through her.  Her arms and legs were pulled apart by 
horrible centrifugal forces.  Her hair tugged 'upward' on her head 
as if trying to separate it from her neck.  Her skirt's hem was 
flapping against the bottoms of her huge breasts which in their turn 
were almost tearing themselves from her powerful chest in an effort 
to escape through the neck of her tunic.  Her golden boots had 
slipped off and were now orbiting Zatanna along with the two 
Superheroines, occasionally colliding with the dizzy forms.
	After only minutes, which seemed like hours to the horrified 
perpetrator of the spell, it ended.  The dying wind unceremoniously 
delivered its three passengers to the spacious lawn of Zatanna's 
ancestral home.
	Zatanna, who had been carried gently in the 'eye' of the 
whirlwind landed easily on the carefully manicured grounds of her 
Victorian estate.  The whirling body of the unconscious Mary skipped 
about the lawn crazily, chewing up the well kept expanse of green 
wherever she touched down.  The twirling Supergirl had landed on her 
feet, but totally out of control, she drilled herself into the rich 
loam of the estate.  Luckily Zatanna's wards protected her from the 
red hot pebbles flying like bullets from Mary's and Supergirl's 
collisions with the unprotected earth.  When the cacophony ended, 
Mary lay sprawled on her back in the middle of a shallow crater 
formed of newly turned earth, her cape twisted around her head, 
tunic and panties nearly on backwards, and her body covered with 
dust.  Her golden boots were visible in the distance at the ends of 
their own paths of destruction.  Only a little tuft of golden hair 
in the middle of another circle of dirt marked Supergirl's resting 
place.  
	While Zatanna hastily checked her mystic environs to be sure 
she could approach her poor guests without causing them further 
harm, Mary came to, and Supergirl began to slowly dig herself out of 
her hole.
	"Make it stop!. . .  Make the spinning stop!!!", moaned the 
World's Dizziest Girl as she slowly regained sense of her 
surroundings.  Lying motionless on her back, her two eyes 
simultaneously following two different clouds, as she tried to sort 
out the odd sensations the dirt and misaligned (and partly missing) 
uniform were sending her.
	After extricating herself from her unintended planting, 
Supergirl lay on her side, eyes squeezed shut, retching onto the 
mistreated lawn.      

Disconnection
	Seeing that there was no permanent harm done, and assured that 
her magicks weren't going to cause more, the magician regained her 
composure and her good humor.  "Oopsy!!", she laughed, helping them 
to their feet.  "Next time I'll try be more careful.  I hope you're 
alright?!?", she added in sudden contrition.
	"It's, OK, Zatanna. . .", groaned a bleary-eyed Girl in Blue, 
beginning to untangle her cape from her long blonde hair.  ". . . 
I'll just never get used to magic.  I don't like it one bit, but if 
it'll help Mary, I guess I can stand it!", she added gamely.
	Mary just groaned, held her head in her hands, and waited for 
the dizziness to subside.  When she felt she could stand, she 
struggled to her feet, then, staggering like a drunken sailor just 
off a stormy sea, she arranged her costume' unwinding her cape from 
her nose and mouth and setting it down her back; squeezing her 
breasts back into her tunic, and tucking the latter into her belt; 
and, finally, twisting her skirt straight and pulling her panties 
out of her ass and back into position.  It only took a moment more 
to retrieve her boots.
	Recovering, the two powerful friends became aware of their 
surroundings, admiring the beautifully landscaped hillside, with its 
oaks and maples scattered throughout a lush green lawn.  The house, 
a multi-gabled Victorian mansion set on the crest of the hill 
haughtily looked down upon the newcomers with apparent disdain.
	"Nice digs. . ." murmured Mary, in some awe.  ". . . but for 
some reason it gives me the creeps!!"
	"That's just my security spell!", explained Zatanna.  "We're 
way out of the way, but I felt that a spell causing unexplained fear 
would probably be all I'd need to keep the occasional 'visitor' 
away.  It works, too!  I've seen a stranded motorist walk on by 
without even approaching the house!  But I'll turn it off for you. . 
. esuoh, tpecca ym sdneirf!!"  As soon as the words were spoken, the 
strange feelings of dread and foreboding dissipated, leaving both 
Super Girls breathing easier.
	"Come on in!!", crowed the magician, taking each girl's hand 
leading them up onto the spacious porch toward the heavy, carved 
front door with its ornate brass knocker.  "You can have a drink and 
unwind while I get my 'stuff' together!!"
	Inside, the early morning sun streamed through large curtained 
windows, illuminating dark oriental carpets, intricately patterned 
wallpaper, and shelves displaying unusual ancient leather bound 
books, bestial bronze figurines, and other mystical 'knickknacks'.
	"This isn't anything like my family's mansion!", remarked 
Mary, lost in her visual exploration.
	"Nor mine!. . . we'll we don't have a mansion, but you know 
what I mean. . .", added Supergirl softly.
	Zatanna directed the two beautiful heroines to a love seat in 
the drawing room.  Three tall frosty drinks were already awaiting 
them on a tray on the table.  Zatanna took hers, and with a quick 
wave and a "mi casa et su casa!", left the girls to themselves.
	They had just finished their drinks (fruit punch) when Zatanna 
returned with a small cardboard box overflowing with her 'tools'.  
She took a seat behind the great carved desk, set the doll's box 
before her, asked Mary to stand, then fished out what looked like a 
pair of reading glasses and put them on.
	"WOW!!!", she exclaimed, tilting her head back to observe Mary 
through the mystic lenses.  "Your aura is really distorted!  It 
doesn't just enfold you, but it seems to radiate outward in all 
directions!"  Then, opening the box with the doll, she exclaimed 
again, "Incredible!  The doll seems to have your aura, too!!"  Then 
looking more closely she gave a long slow whistle,  "This is an 
incredible piece of arcane artistry!!!  It must have taken months to 
construct!!"  Entranced by the workmanship of the doll, Zatanna 
couldn't resist picking it up and manipulating it.  Mary gulped as 
her arms swayed and twisted in perfect synchrony with the doll.  
"Please d..do..don't. . .do. . .that!!", she managed.  "'Sorry!!", 
apologized Zatanna, sheepishly, quickly putting it down.  "its such 
a beautiful piece of work!!  Didn't you feel anything while it was 
being put together?  How long do you think it took?!?"
	"I think it took a little over four months. . .", said Mary,  
"I could 'see' the work in Mary Bromfield's dreams.  I didn't know 
what was going on, then.  Do you think you can you disconnect 
us?!?!?"
	Searching her box of mystic implements, the magician extracted 
a wooden handled tool, something like an awl, but with a nearly 
microscopic hook at the end of its sharpened metal shaft.  "Let's 
try this. . .  I'm sorry, Mary, but I have to touch the doll to see 
the tie points, otherwise the aura is just a blur.  Be brave!"
	Mary gritted her teeth as Zatanna took the doll's right foot 
between the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and raised it.  
Mary was now balancing on her left foot.  Then Zatanna, squinting 
through her 'reading glasses', gingerly brought the hook to the 
little toe of the tiny mystic figure and watched it slide in.  Mary 
squealed, hopping about on her left foot in great distress.  "What 
are you DOING?!?!", she managed to gasp, but Zatanna, with only a 
glance up, continued.  Finally with a quick twist of the wrist that 
wrung another shriek from the red and gold clad heroine, she put the 
hook down and released the doll, watching intently as an almost 
invisible, even with her mystic lenses, multicolored filament of 
aura left the doll, snaked its way through the air like a retracting 
spider web, and returned to Mary!
	"Take your boot off!!. . .", Zatanna commanded the still 
dancing Superheroine, rising to follow the filament.  ". . .I want 
to see where it goes!!"
	"It tickled like crazy while you were poking it, then there 
was a sharp shooting pain, and now it just tingles!!", gasped Mary, 
holding her foot up to the inquisitive gaze of the magician.
	Zatanna watched the filament slowly retract and resume its 
place in Mary's aura.  "It looks about done. . .", she finally 
remarked.  ". . . How does it feel now?"
	"Nothing!!  I don't feel anything!!  I think it's gone!!!", 
bubbled a hopeful Mary.  "Did you do it?!?!  Is that all there is to 
it?!?!?"
	"Is that all?!?!?", exclaimed Zatanna.  "I've returned one 
fiber of your aura.  There are hundreds, maybe thousands more!!  
Each one will probably be as painful to remove.  Taking it apart 
will be quicker than building it in the first place, but it will 
still take hours. . . maybe days to get it all out.   I think I can 
do it, but you have to tell me if you feel you are up to it!"
	Although Zatanna was comparatively fresh, Mary and Linda had 
been up for more than two days. . . two days of torment and torture, 
not to mention their horrible trip.  However, with the end of her 
terrible ordeal in sight, Mary couldn't wait.  "Please do it!!", she 
begged, excitedly.
	Zatanna looked dubious.  "Why don't you change back to your 
other self, and maybe it won't be so bad!", suggested Zatanna.  Mary 
did, and Zatanna tried another filament, another toe.  Mary 
Bromfield didn't even wince, but Zatanna, couldn't follow the 
retracting thread.  "That witch must have capabilities I don't!", 
she remarked.  "I don't know whether that filament is back safe and 
sound or if it's gotten 'stuck' on something else. . . Oh, wait a 
minute. . .", the magician, who had been scanning the room carefully 
suddenly reached out and plucked at a chair leg.  ". . .There it 
is!!", she called.  "I think I will need Mary Marvel in the room 
with me.  I'm having trouble finding where old Shazam hides your 
powers when you are 'normal'.  I'm sorry, Mary!"
	Mary changed back to the red, white and gold clad heroine.  
"Its OK, . .  I can take it!!  Please go ahead!!", she sighed, 
resolutely.
	A tired Supergirl, who had been looking on, wincing along with 
her friend's squeals and sometimes shuddering at the strange feel of 
the magics flowing around them in this mystic room cleared her 
throat.  "Do you need me here?", she asked.
	Mary looked up, eye's pleading, wanting her friend near but 
not wishing to be a burden.  "It's OK!", she said bravely.  "Why 
don't you go take a nap and look in on us later.  I'm sure we'll be 
fine!!"
	"Sure!. . .", chirped Zatanna.  "You'll be comfortable in the 
guest room!  We won't bother you.  It's in the other end of the 
house.  You can get some rest, and if we need help, I can send for 
you!  Go on, off with you!!!"
	Linda had thought of leaving, altogether.  She wasn't 
overjoyed at the prospect of trying to sleep in this mystic domicile 
with powerful magicks everywhere about her, but she read Mary's 
expression correctly, and couldn't just abandon her!  Zatanna showed 
her to the guest room with its connected bath, gave her a towel, and 
left her to clean up and rest.  Supergirl did just that, and in 
spite of her misgivings, she was soon fast asleep.
	Zatanna returned to Mary, set up several video cameras, and 
placed her PDA on the desktop, explaining that she wanted complete 
documentation of the dismantling of the doll so she would be able to 
prepare herself for possible future meetings with this witch.  Mary 
had some misgivings.  She saw the value of the notes, but didn't 
like the idea of being the subject of such a bizarre video.  In the 
end, she acquiesce and the two set to work.  Zatanna made a few 
quick notes on her PDA, balanced her arcane 'reading glasses' on her 
nose and began.  Working as rapidly as she could, wrist twitching 
like a weaver unhooking a rug, Mary twitching (and trying bravely 
not to squeal with each shock) the magician and the Marvel worked 
through the day and into the night.  Zatanna had started at the 
doll's extremities, toes, fingers, limbs, working inward so as not 
to tangle the skein of mystic fibers that made up the myriad 
connections between the devilish doll and the Superheroine.  It was 
shortly after midnight, Mary's arms and legs were her own again, and 
she was naked as the magician needed to follow the return paths of 
the astral filaments.  Zatanna was just starting in on the more 
sensitive portions of her aura when Mary snapped!
	Suddenly, all of her suppressed screams were wrenched from 
Mary's throat!  Hours of tickling, snapping pinpricks of pain, with 
their tingling aftermath, building on more of the same and now the 
invasion of her body's most private places was  sending the 
twitching, shivering woman swirling into a maelstrom of incredibly 
intimate sensations.  "YOU'RE PLAYING WITH ME!!!", she screamed.  
"ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS TORMENT ME!!  ST..ST..STOP IT!!!"
	A tired Zatanna, suddenly galvanized by the unexpected 
shouting, looked up in alarm, just in time to see Mary's fist close 
on her blouse and lift her into the air!  Mary shook the startled 
magician, shouting "STOP IT!!  STOP IT!!  STOP IT!!"  Unable to 
speak, with Mary's fist under her chin, shaking her back and forth, 
the surprised magician did the first thing that came into her mind.  
She pressed her nails into the abdomen of the doll she still 
clutched in her hands.  Mary doubled over in pain, clutching her 
belly and dropping Zatanna.
	Now Zatanna, not thinking clearly herself, upended the doll 
and began slapping its butt with the stylus of her PDA.  With each 
stroke, she upbraided the unfortunate Marvel, who danced around the 
room, muscular legs flashing, breasts jiggling wildly, brown curls 
bouncing, hands trying to protect her rapidly blistering bottom.  
	"You. . .have. . .no. . .right. . .to. . .address. . .me. . 
.like. . .that!!!", shouted Zatanna above Mary's sobbing squeals.  
"We're. . .both. . .tired!!!. . . . "  Then seeing Mary's distress, 
she suddenly stopped.
	"What's going on here!?!?"  Supergirl was at the door!  "I 
couldn't sleep with all that noise!  What's the matter!?!?!"  A 
concerned Linda strode into the room.
	The naked Marvel threw herself on her friend, sobbing.  "Oh 
Linda!! Thank heaven!!  I can't take any more!!  I need a rest!!"  
Then, one hand rubbing her reddened bottom, the other arm embracing 
an uncertain Supergirl, she sniffled through a tangle of brown and 
golden hair, "I'm sorry, Zatanna!!!  I didn't mean it!!!  Please 
don't be mad!!"
	Zatanna sighed, "It's OK, dear.  We both need a rest.  I'm 
sorry I lost it.  But we need to do something to protect us both!  I 
could have been killed!!  Maybe I can reattach some of the doll's 
limb motor control filaments so we can use it to restrain you while 
I work??", suggested the witch dubiously.
	"OH NO!!!!", groaned Mary.  "Please don't put me back under 
the doll's control!!!  I'll be good!!  Supergirl can help me. . . 
can't you Linda?!?!?", she added, her desperate eyes searching her 
friend's for confirmation.
	The Girl of Steel was unsure whether she could restrain her 
friend if Mary really lost control.  She had nearly been raped once 
by the World's Mightiest Girl.  Then, she had been under control of 
the doll manipulated by a crafty and viscous witch to be sure, but 
the experience was not one to be forgotten.  She told both women of 
her concern, but then, seeing the desperate uncertainty in Mary's 
eyes, her resolve crystallized.  She looked Mary straight in the eye 
and told her: "Mary, were all in this together.  I'll see you 
through it.  Let's take a quick rest.  I'll be with you when Zatanna 
is ready to begin again!"
	Mary was somewhat reassured by Supergirl's promise, and the 
two left the room.  Two heroines, one in yellow, blue and gold. . . 
the other as naked and as beautiful as a statue by Rodan.
	Zatanna didn't rest, but rather sought to make things safer 
when they resumed.  While Mary napped, with Supergirl resting 
reassuringly on the bed beside her, Zatanna constructed a mystic 
crystal sphere, which, she hoped, could contain further outbursts.  
To be safer, she would ask Supergirl to stay in the sphere with Mary 
to reassure her, help her through the rough spots, keep her from 
hurting herself, much as a Lamaze coach at childbirth.  With these 
preparations made, she too took a quick nap.
	They resumed next morning on the great lawn in front of 
Zatanna's ancestral home.  All three had showered, eaten, and were 
refreshed.  Once again, Mary stood naked before the enchantress so 
that the mystic filaments of her aura and the effects of their 
detachment from the doll could be more easily monitored.  Once 
again, Zatanna had deployed several miniature video cameras, each 
with weirdling lenses capable of making visible Mary's mystic aura.  
Supergirl, her old self-assurance back in force, stood holding 
Mary's hands.  Zatanna enveloped the two in her mystic crystal 
sphere and intoned the spell that sealed it.  In doing so, she 
essentially sent the two superheroines, and the bit of lawn on which 
they stood, outside our dimension.  Only magic connected what 
amounted to two universes.  Only magic and magically assisted light 
could pass between the two.  The crystal sphere was more invisible 
than the clearest glass.  Zatanna could see the girls, and they 
could see out as though the sphere didn't exist, but no matter, 
sound, or other substantial phenomenon could pass that mystic 
interface.
	Mary and Supergirl suddenly found themselves in deathly 
silence.  Linda tried to call out to Zatanna, but Zatanna gave no 
indication of hearing and her own voice sounded flat in that 
restricted place.  Neither Mary nor Linda was completely happy with 
these arrangements as each had a very healthy aversion to magic in 
any form, but they trusted that Zatanna wouldn't knowingly let 
anything evil happen to them (. . . again).
The enchantress seated herself at her portable desk and began.  
While Mary and Supergirl looked into each other's eyes and held 
hands tightly, Zatanna placed her enchanted spectacles on her nose, 
picked up her mystic 'hook', placed a naked finger on the doll's 
tummy, and began the delicate procedure again.  She started slowly, 
plucking a glowing strand from the outside of the doll's right 
breast, letting it retract to Mary's bright halo of eldrich light.  
Mary's startled eyes reflected her surprise and uncertainty.  She 
jumped in Linda's arms and squeezed her fingers as the now familiar 
pricking sensation followed by a protracted tingling suffused her 
right breast.  Zatanna watched, satisfied with the result, and 
continued: 
	Prick*  T.i.n.g.l.e.  Prick*  T.i.n.g.l.e.  Prick*  
T.i.n.g.l.e.  
The enchantress worked around the periphery of the still attached 
bundle of fibers, and so Mary felt the sensations traveling around 
the most sensitive zones of her body.  Prick*  T.i.n.g.l.e. - her 
left breast. . . Prick*  T.i.n.g.l.e. - her sculpted tummy. . .  
Prick*  T.i.n.g.l.e. - her left inner thigh. . .  Prick*  
T.i.n.g.l.e. - her right labia. . .  Prick*  T.i.n.g.l.e. - her 
right side. . .  Prick*  T.i.n.g.l.e. - her right breast again. . . 
and on it went.
	Zatanna got into a rhythm, and was soon stripping the errant 
filaments swiftly.  There were so many of them!  It would take 
hours!  In spite of all her logic and reason Mary's body was sliding 
down what had become a very familiar path.  It was beginning to 
succumb to what it interpreted as the seductive ministrations of an 
insistent lover.  Supergirl was not unaffected by all of this.  She 
began to worry when Mary's eyes glazed and her grip tightened.  
Being naked, it was terribly obvious that the World's Mightiest Girl 
was, once again, under the evil spell of the doll.  Her breath came 
fast and shallow.  Supergirl noted the vacant, half closed eyes, the 
swelling of Mary's nipples, and the faint but unmistakable fragrance 
of her arousal.  Mary's eyes seemed to be looking right through her 
friend.  Her nipples were like nodules of flint.
	"Relax!  Breath!", whispered Supergirl while pulling Mary 
toward her, reassuringly.
	Unfortunately, when Mary took a deep breath, her chest rose, 
flicking the World's Flintiest Nipples across Linda's Nipps of 
Steel, striking sparks in both!  Linda gasped, and it happened 
again.  The tinder that was the two young amazons growing lust 
roared into flame, and the roaring deafened them.
	Mary, eyes half lidded, breathing fast and shallow, pressed 
Supergirl's hands between the thumb and fingers of her left hand 
while lazily tracing feathery circles on her friends forearm with 
the fingers of her right hand.  Linda, unsure how to react found her 
body had made that decision for her.  The warmth and growing aroma 
of Mary's perfect body pressed against hers, the light fingers 
delicately exploring her glowing skin, even the knowledge that she 
was trapped with a being as powerful (possibly more so) as herself 
inside a mystic unbreachable globe thrilled her in ways she hadn't 
expected.  Her nipples, already hard and sensitive, broadcast 
buzzing waves of fire through her quaking body.  Her swollen vulva, 
already heated to melting, began to leak fluids down her rugged 
thighs, each tickling rivulet leaving quivering muscles in its path 
as it wakened more of her body to the excitement that was burning 
within the two.

Further Bondage Adventures of Supergirl
	Just as Mary shuddered through the first of many climaxes, 
Supergirl shouted "NO!!!", now painfully aware of her predicament.  
If she allowed this, neither she nor Mary could look each other in 
the eye again!  She tore herself from Mary's grasp and darted away.  
Unfortunately, she had forgotten the crystal sphere.  She stuck it 
at nearly Mach 3, her face flattened against it, her breasts slapped 
it under her jaw, and her body folded back upon itself so that her 
booted toes tapped it just above her head before she bounced back.  
Picking herself up off the ground, she threw herself at the 
invisible wall again, clawing at it, trying to push herself through 
it.  The befuddled Mary just noticed her friend wasn't close 
anymore, and hazily looking about, tried to find her.
	Zatanna glanced up to see Supergirl's desperate, pleading 
expression through the impenetrable barrier. . . so near and yet so 
far.  Then she returned to her work.  Freeing Mary from the doll was 
top priority.
	Supergirl, realized that she couldn't press herself through 
the interface.  Mary had seen her and was approaching like a zombie, 
her pussy and breasts twitching lewdly (in synchrony with Zatanna's 
pricking).  Every few steps her body would freeze as an orgasm 
rolled through her mighty frame.  Beyond reason, Supergirl dove into 
the ground, hoping to dig her way out of the mystic prison.  She hit 
the buried wall at dizzying speed, nearly knocking herself out.  As 
she lay motionless, only her muscular buttocks and legs visible 
above ground, Mary found her.  The World's Mightiest Mortal took 
hold of the crotch of Supergirl's leotard and, with one mighty arm, 
extracted her from the sucking earth.  Unaware of what she was 
doing, she slapped the dirt from Supergirl, as if cleaning a rug, 
and then began an exploration of her friend's body as intense as 
that which she was receiving from the mystical machinations of 
Zatanna and the dreadful doll.
	Supergirl, regaining her senses began to struggle again, but 
Mary would have none of it.  When Supergirl succeeded in pushing 
Mary's hands away, the World's Mightiest Girl simply replied with an 
Atomic Punch to the side of Linda's head, knocking her nearly 
senseless again!
	In her mindless desperation to get at her friend's body, Mary 
grasped the neck of Supergirl's blue leotard and in one motion, 
yanked the unbreakable garment down around her waist, exposing the 
Kryptonian's magnificent breasts while pinning her arms to her 
sides.  The groggy Girl of steel, unable to free her arms, tried to 
push the invading Mary away with her powerful legs.  With an 
incredible display of strength, the invincible Marvel immobilized 
the Legs of Steel by bending Linda forward and pressing her booted 
feet under her arms!  Frightened but helpless, Supergirl could do no 
more than futilely clench her fists (now on either side of her Ass 
of Steel, wriggle her red booted feet (which were now behind her 
shoulders), and toss her head from side to side.  
	To further immobilize Supergirl, the naked Marvel straddled 
her head and, with one hand gripping the blonde locks behind her and 
the other holding Linda's belt, pulled the twisting face into her 
crotch and locked her powerful thighs around it.  Another brutal 
pull with both hands fixed Supergirl's mouth into the World's 
Mightiest Pussy and her nose just outside of the World's Mightiest 
Anus.  Mary crossed her legs at the calves and applied pressure.  
Supergirl was lost in the roaring of her's and Mary's blood in their 
incredible bodies, the taste of Mary's salty-sweet lustful 
discharge, and the heady, musky fragrance of her arousal.
	With Linda's head fixed in her nether region, Mary took the 
crotch of Supergirl's leotard in her left hand, raised the 
magnificent (if distorted) body before her, and began a more 
leisurely exploration of the exciting Kryptonian landscape spread 
before her.  Later, while reviewing the videos of the event, Zatanna 
would note that Mary's right hand fluttered over Supergirl's body to 
the places corresponding to those on Mary that were being excited by 
her work on the doll.
	The doll was no longer the only source of stimulation for 
Mary.  When Supergirl inhaled, the cool draft between her powerfully 
clenching buttocks drew her attention.  When Linda exhaled, the damp 
warmth of her breath set Mary's quim quivering delightfully.
	Soon Supergirl too fell under the spell of events.  Whether it 
was some overflow of the magicks snapping through Mary, constriction 
of blood flow to her brain, the delicate stimulation of Mary's 
seeking hand, the incredible aromas and tastes bombarding her, some 
perverse pleasure at being defeated and defiled, or all of the 
above, Linda's body began to respond.  Supergirl's nipples swelled 
to surprising proportions, attracting Mary's attention.  A mighty 
orgasm overtook the Marvel just as she was fondling the Nipps of 
Steel causing her whole body to seize.  Her fingers closed on the 
nipple in an Atomic Pinch, which drove Supergirl further down the 
road to oblivion.
	Recovering her journey of discovery, Mary sent her thumb deep 
into Supergirl's cunt and her middle finger past the Sphincter of 
Steel.  Supergirl's tormented body finally had had too much.  Her 
belly melted, Labia swelled and opened, and as her knotted body 
squirmed and twisted, her Puss of Steel erupted, sending hot pungent 
fluid bubbling over her tummy and clamping down on Mary's thumb with 
enough pressure to turn coal into diamond.  Mary's only reaction 
was a vague, whispered "OW!. . . ".  This was followed, moments 
later, by "OOHH!!. . .", when Linda's Super tongue snaked into the 
World's Mightiest Pussy and began an exploration of its own.

The End
	Satisfied with her work, but weary beyond measure, Zatanna 
finally plucked the last strand of Mary's aura from the doll.  The 
doll no longer looked like living flesh.  Mary was no longer under 
its influence.  The witch pushed back from her desk, leaned back and 
was shocked to see Supergirl and Mary locked in what appeared to be 
a mutual perpetual orgasm.  Their muscles stood out like those on an 
anatomical chart.  Their bodies rigidly vibrating.  Mary still 
clutched Supergirl's head between her mighty thighs, the blonde mane 
seemingly cascading from her quivering butt.  Mary's arms circled 
Supergirl's body, clutching her friend's pubes to her needy lips.  
Fluid spurted past the faces of both Superheroines without their 
notice.
	Zatanna wanted to help, but given the incompatibility of her's 
and Mary's magicks she decided to err on the side of caution and 
leave the mystic crystal sphere in place until the two were spent.  
It took several hours more, but finally, Mary lost consciousness.  
Collapsing to the ground, she dropped the still knotted body of her 
friend, to rock helplessly on her back, working through the last of 
her climaxes.
	When Mary was obviously 'out' Zatanna dispersed the sphere, 
making that little volume of space once again part of our universe.  
At the interface when the sphere disappeared, she was totally 
unprepared for the wave of moist warmth and overpowering fragrance 
of the two mighty superheroines, which had been collecting for hours 
in the tiny sphere.  It nearly overwhelmed her, sending her wobbling 
to her knees as her body responded to magicks as old as life on this 
planet.  Fortunately, the winds quickly dispersed the fog of 
pheromones, and her own fortitude won out.  She staggered to the two 
bodies and, still not daring to use any of her own magic, lifted the 
limp form of Mary and put her to bed.  She wasn't able to pry 
Supergirl out of her unusual bondage, but was able to carry the Girl 
of Steel, still trussed up like a captured game animal, into the 
house and onto a comfortable bed to await the new day.
	The next day, late in the morning, Mary recovered, showered 
and dressed.  Apologetically, she helped the humiliated Supergirl 
out of her awkward and revealing position.  Supergirl slowly worked 
the kinks out of her poor mistreated body and arranged her costume 
into some semblance of order.  Mary, with downcast eyes, kept 
repeating, "Oh Linda!  I'm sorry!. . . I'm SO sorry!. . .  I didn't 
know what I was doing!. . .", while the Girl of Steel rearranged, 
blushed, and squirmed in silence.  When the Maid of Might had 
finished dressing and could no longer feign being preoccupied with 
her clothing, she turned to face the teary eyed and increasingly 
agitated Mary.
	Still blushing profusely in humiliation and shame but 
desperately needing to regain her self respect, Supergirl said 
quietly, "It's OK, Mary.  We were both under a terrible spell.  
Neither of us is immune to magic, and neither of us is to blame for 
what happened. . ."  As she spoke these soothing words, she began to 
realize the truth in them herself, and slowly the pain and shame of 
having been completely overpowered, tied in a knot, and brutally 
raped by her friend began to ebb away.  It hadn't been a 
confrontation of Mary against Supergirl, but of some horrible 
ancient magicks against the two mighty heroines.  Both were victims, 
attacker and vanquished alike.  Zatanna could see Supergirl stand 
taller, shoulders squaring, head rising, as she spoke.  Mary's eyes 
dried, and the haunted worried expression was replaced by warmth, 
love, and respect for her mighty friend and ally in the struggle 
against evil.  They had suffered, but they had won in the end!  It 
was over!
	Both incredible Superheroines, filled with the relief and joy 
of having fought and beaten a powerful foe, fell into each other's 
arms, reaffirming their friendship and alliance.  Later, they would 
relive the 'War with the Witch', chattering over recalled events 
with less and less pain in the memory.  Somehow, the fact that their 
enemy had escaped and was still at large seemed not so important at 
the moment.
	"By my calendar. . .", remarked Zatanna to the two 
Superheroines, ". . . its November first!. . .  All Souls Day!. . . 
The evils should be banished!  I'm sorry you two didn't exactly have 
a Happy Halloween, but at least your survived it!!", she laughed.  
You should celebrate your great victory!  You were up against a 
powerful wielder of magicks, and came out on top!"
	Finally free of the doll, and more or less back to normal, the 
two heroines thanked Zatanna and took their leave, but their trials 
weren't completely done.  "Hey Linda!. . .", Mary called excitedly 
over her shoulder as they took to the air, ". . .Don't forget that 
we promised those girls that we'd show up for their sorority 
initiation A week from Saturday!"  Supergirl groaned inwardly, but 
turned back to smile half-heartedly and wave.  As she did, she 
caught sight of Mary's receding form and her eyes were irresistibly 
drawn to the deep cleft between Mary's powerful buttocks and the 
dark treasure hidden between her muscular thighs, which were being 
whipped by her tiny wind-driven red skirt.  Linda's groan caught in 
her throat, and a sudden excruciatingly pleasant but disturbing 
twinge deep in her belly was reflected in a minor but noticeable 
'stumble' in her flight.  Had she been looking at Mary's face at 
that moment, Supergirl would have seen the brow of the World's 
Mightiest Girl furrow slightly, her eyes momentarily mist over, and 
the tip of her tongue quickly flick across her beautiful full lips.  
Were they ready?  Could they face each other again in only a little 
over a week?. . .  But that's another story.

Epilog
	Angelina left Fawcett City.  She moved to Metropolis, thinking 
to hide herself in the teeming millions.  As she arrived, she was 
attracted to a shop window display in the train station advertising 
"Flexible 10 inch tall Action Figures of the SuperHeroines!  
Accurate copies of Supergirl, PowerGirl, Wonder Woman, Mary Marvel, 
and Batgirl!".  "Damn!", she thought, wistfully, gazing at the 
displayed dolls.  "Dat Mary doll had all of de personal things I had 
o' Mary.  I'll need more t' make another, but dat's not gonna be 
easy gettin' it.  It didn't work out dat well, anyway. . ." she 
continued, sadly.  "Maybe I otta try someone else. . . get away from 
magic people for a time. . . but who!?!?  How can I get sometin' 
really personal o' any one o' dem?!?!"  Then came that maddening 
tickle again.  This time, reaching into her mouth she was finally 
able to extract the annoying hair that had been stuck between her 
teeth. . . an unbreakable, curly golden filament! . . .  The young 
witch smiled.  She tucked it safely into a tightly closing wooden 
tube, which she cached in her pouch of precious items, and, without 
further hesitation, strode into the store.

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