Mary-Sue: The Beginning
by Mr. GreyMan thegreygreyman@gmail.com



This story was edited by Michael-Leonard

Mary-Sue had always felt like she was meant for something more.

Mary-Sue was indisputably the most beautiful woman in the world. 18 years of
age, she was quite tall at 6'11. Her long neon-pink hair cascaded in waves
over her broad powerful shoulders. When she stood, its curly volume would fall
all the way to her feet; however, currently she was sitting at her large glass
desk and was letting it pool out over the floor. Her hair never seemed to get
dirty or fall out of place and she never bothered with it or cut it, and, of
course, she was far too agile to let it trip her.

Her supremely strong, yet feminine, body was the envy of every man and woman
in the world. She was perfectly proportioned. Her flawless porcelain skin
looked soft to the touch, but was hard all over her body, every muscle taut
and tight like a wound spring. Her only blemish was a birthmark in the shape
of a heart over one eye, which only served to make her more interesting to
look at. Her measurements were 38L-22-40 and when she moved it was sexy poetry
in motion. The way her breast jiggled and her hips swayed as she walked on her
long toned legs caused men and women alike to be unable to think or do
anything other than watch and want.?

Her panther-like body was not as striking as her face, however. Her nose was
perfect; her lashes naturally long and thick. Her silvery shining eyes, which
changed color based on her mood, had a way of boring into a person's soul.
Currently, while she was lost in thought, they were a deep ocean blue. When
she looked at someone with those vibrant orbs that person knew that she was
the only thing that mattered. She was so special and superior that simply
having her acknowledging someone else was enough for them to be eternally
grateful.

She had hired makeup artists from all over the world to try and enhance her
natural beauty, but all had failed. Many of the famous makeup artists, who had
worked on so many supermodels, would find themselves staring with wanton awe
into her perfect beauty. So overcome by what they saw in her wise intelligent
eyes that they would be unable to finish and would just start to gaze into
them, forever lost. Luckily she found that, even when expertly applied, makeup
only served to cover up her dazzling countenance and her perfect face was only
lessened by its presence. Her full lips needed no color other than their
natural ruby red. Her eyes could not be highlighted. Mary-Sue felt it was
terribly hard being so pretty since so many people could not fully handle
being near her spender. Only the strong of will could see her and not be lost
to her.

But, Mary-Sue had always felt like some part of her was missing.

In her free time, like today, Mary-Sue would go back over the events of her
life to try and find out what. She was currently sitting in her office at the
top floor of the largest building in New York. She was a trillionaire and CEO
of the world's largest company, a company she herself had found 2 years ago.
Her life had not always been like this. People always said her smell reminded
them of happy childhood memories, but to Mary-Sue she had no smell. It might
be because Mary-Sue had no happy childhood memories.

She had been born in abject poverty as an only child to a loving family. She
could not remember much about her father and mother, since they had both died
when she was very young. For some reason she had always felt responsible for
their deaths. Her whole young life she could remember had been nothing but
misery. Bounced from foster home to foster home, Mary-Sue remembered being
unwanted and alone. She felt that was why she was unable to form a real bond
with anyone; well that, and the fact she knew she was so much better than
everyone now, but this had not always been true.

As a child, Mary-Sue remembered being quite plain and not sticking out in
anyway. Since she moved around so much she remembered always being the
newcomer, the outsider. She remembered her grades were bad and none of her
foster parents loved her and were always trying to get rid of her.

This had all changed around the age of 13. She had quickly developed into the
prefect woman she now was. Her eyes and hair hand changed color and she
started getting straight A's in everything, even gym. Suddenly, all of the
girls that she remembered making fun of her plain looks were threatened and
jealous of her perfect beauty. The boys that teased her and scorned her
suddenly all wanted her and fell over each other trying to help her or impress
her. Not that she needed anyone's help anymore.

Later, she had tracked all of her classmates down and had broken each and
everyone one of them. They all were now her personal servants, completely
enamored with her, and they all felt deep shame for the way they had treated
her.

She had quickly grown taller and stronger as well as prettier and smarter. She
joined the school's football and wrestling teams at age 14 and was the star of
both. She could easily out-perform all of the boys and, unprecedentedly, after
rigorous drug testing, she was recruited by the NFL at age 15. People flocked
to the stands to see this stunningly pretty pink haired 15-year- old girl
compete with men almost twice her age. Not only did she compete, she won
player of the year on her 16th birthday, the same year she quit to found her
own company. While she had been playing for the NFL she had used some of the
money they gave her in endorsements to enroll in 3 different online PhD
programs from major universities, and had completed all in under a year.
Earning doctorates in Finance, Marketing, and Theoretical Physics. She did not
really need the last one but had found the subject matter interesting.

Her company's chief product was herself. She had realized that she made more
on sponsors than she ever did playing for the NFL. Her foster parents had
tried to get their hands on her money, but passing the bar and repenting
herself, she had won the court case and had become legally an adult. Her
foster parents were now the janitors of this very building, not able to find
any other jobs after Mary- Sue had blackballed them.

With her newly formed company, she had originally charged money to use her
likeness on products. But, as she grew more and more alluring as she aged, she
started to also demand royalties on every unit sold with her face. Other
companies had laughed at that idea, but the soon found they could not be
competitive if they did not. Mary-Sue's fans had become so numerous and her
face was so captivating people requested it on all their products. When she
had reached 17 years of age she had become so breathtakingly beautiful no one,
man or woman, could resist her. She was able to charge more and more for the
use of her image and companies were forced to pay or go out of business. Soon
people realized that Mary-Sue had a lawful monopoly on the one thing in the
world that truly mattered, herself. Currently 90% of everything sold in the
world had her face somewhere on it, and the other 10% was either going
bankrupt or about to cave to her demands.

Her company also made products of its own. Mary-Sue was a master baker and she
had evolved a cookie so delicious that the FDA had originally banned it
assuming some form of addictive drug was an ingredient. However, they were
wrong; Mary-Sue just had figured out the optimal mix of mundane spices to
create the perfect baked good. She had to bake a batch in front of a committee
to win that legal battle, but now "Mary-Sues" were sold all over the world. It
was said that people would rather starve if they could not get their
Mary-Sues. The fact that the box was plastered with her face also helped
sales.

Mary-Sue's company had also branched into other things. After getting an
advance degree in computer engineering she had created a video game with the
most powerfull AI known to man. The military was still trying to figure out
its coding. Mary-Sue had promised that if anyone could beat the final boss on
the most difficult setting, they could play Mary-Sue in real life. Mary-Sue
hardly ever did live appearances at that point, so the prize was highly sought
after. Months after the release, a South Korean had finally won it. He played
Mary-Sue after that in 20 strait games. Mary-Sue had won every one, even after
she had been given a handicap. The contest winner was in a state of shock
after he lost, but said he learned more about how to play in those few hours
than he had in the months before.

Mary-Sue did every so often appear in pubic. She was an accomplished musician
and would occasionally do concerts. The ticket prices were obscene, but people
would fight each other to go. Scalping never happened at one of her concerts
since no one would ever give up a ticket once they got it. No recording
devices were allowed on the premises, and Mary-Sue had written a computer
virus that would destroy any recording of her voice found online.

At these concerts Mary-Sue would play an instrument of her own invention, and
would sing. She had written a single song called "The One True Song." She
rarely preformed it anymore because people were never the same after hearing
it. They would claim that after hearing her song nothing in life could even
come close in comparison. For those people, it was as if all the color had
left the world. Like they had felt true happiness once and could never feel it
again.

Music critics quit their jobs after attending, unable to find joy in any other
music; as if everything else was a pale imitation of The One True Song they
had heard. Hearing Mary-Sue sing was said to be a death sentence; even if you
did not kill yourself, as many did after, it was like you died on the inside.
It was so lovely you would live your life trying to get back that feeling you
had lost and never being able to. Once she had let someone record and continue
to listen to the song to see if they could live a normal life. They could not.
Their body used up all of its endorphins, but that did not seem to matter to
them, the song stimulating the pleasure centers of the brain directly.
However, the person's mind had quickly broken, delight had turned into
delirium and then into a smiling coma-like state they had never woken from.?
Now, Mary-Sue mainly played for the terminally ill, who would almost always
end up leaving her everything when they did die, so grateful they were for the
chance to hear The One True Song before they passed.

Because of all this, and how intelligently she had invested all of the money
she made, Mary-Sue was phenomenally wealthy. She, personally, was now making a
little under 5 trillion dollars a year. Her company was well over 60% of the
world's economy, and that number was only going up.

But, Mary-Sue had always felt like something important was incomplete in her
life.

Mary-Sue felt like everything she did was to fill the gnawing hole in her
life, and none of it did. She sat in her office in the largest building in the
world at the age of 18 wearing a pink striped business suit that had been made
explicitly to show off her perfect curves. Everything in her office was made
of a clear glass crystal. She could look down onto Times Square and all she
saw looking back was pictures of her own perfect face. Every billboard, every
commercial, all of it had Mary-Sue's likeness on it, and all paled next to the
real thing.? She stood. In her black stiletto heals, with laces all the way to
her knee, she was 7'6. When she stood her servant, who was one of the girls
that had been mean to her in school, came over to her with an exotic blend of
tea, as she had been trained to do. Steam rose out of the crystal cup as
Mary-Sue took one sip then purposefully dropped it on the floor. The expensive
liquid, which was worth more than her servant made in a year, spilled out onto
the carpet floor. Mary-Sue took one of her splendid and elegant long legs and
used her heel to ground the cup into a fine dust. Mary-Sue looked down at her
servant passed her own massive jiggling bust, and said in a dangerous voice as
her eyes flashed a cool blue, "Don't bring me cold tea again."? The girl knew
better than to say anything other than "Yes, of course mistress," and
immediately started cleaning up the mess. Her classmate servants had been
trained that this kind of treatment was what they deserved after the way they
had behaved towards Mary-Sue in school, and they knew never to displease their
mistresses.? Mary-Sue moved on her long regal legs over to her office's
walk-in closet; her pink hair trailed behind her like a train. Another
classmate-turned-servant knew this signified that Mary-Sue meant to go out
clubbing tonight. He called down to the front desk to let them know to summon
Mary- Sue's 100 Best Friends. Mary-Sue's staff had been highly trained to
anticipate her needs and actions. Those that did not, did not last long in her
employment, and had difficulty finding a job anywhere afterwards. Mary-Sue was
no longer a person anyone would cross, and those that met with her displeasure
often found their lives forever ruined. But, people thought that was just
because of her rough childhood and the public always forgave her, feeling such
actions justified.

This servant's job was also to report to sales when Mary- Sue picked what she
was wearing for the evening. They needed to immediately change the price to at
least ten times what they were currently asking for the style before Mary-Sue
appeared outside wearing it. All stores across the country would be alerted.
Whatever Mary-Sue wore would define the newest trend in fashion, and if her
own people were too slow in capitalizing on that fact, they would find
themselves out of a job.

Mary-Sue disappeared into her closet and quickly reemerged wearing a stunning
bright green dress and 8-inch green stiletto heals. The dress looked like it
was clinging on to her for dear life, accentuating her curves, legs, butt, and
bust. It was sleeveless and shoulder-less, and seemed almost as if it had been
glued on. Mary-Sue's servant made the call and soon a new line of dresses
called "envy" were in production. No one could look like Mary-Sue did in them,
but other women would try to live vicariously.

Mary-Sue made her way to the express elevator were her bodyguards awaited. The
elevator would quickly bring her to her private exit. There her pink stretched
Hummer was already gassed and ready to go. 100 select people, 50 men and 50
women, would be waiting to come with her in stretched limos. They were the
luckily 100 to be counted "Mary-Sue's Best Friends". They had undergone many
trials and tests to earn this honor. Additionally, each of them had undergone
plastic surgery at Mary-Sue's direction and forsook all other friends and
family. Their lives were completely dedicated to being perfect friends for
Mary-Sue; nothing else mattered to them.

Roads would be closed for her entourage to reach it's destination. The
paparazzi were everywhere. Mary-Sue felt it was very hard to live this way,
but she understood that taking such pictures of her were necessary to
increasing her stock price. They would never get one of her doing anything
embarrassing anyway and she owned all of the tabloids; she had found them to
be the prefect propaganda machines.

Mary-Sue instructed the driver where they would be going. As expected, it was
to one of the few clubs in the city she did not own, yet. Police escorted them
through the city and lights and traffic was diverted to make sure she reached
the club in minimum time. When they arrived the manager of the club was
outside to greet them. Mary-Sue's long stiletto-clad legs emerged from the
vehicle. Then, so did the rest of her. She quickly surveyed the nightclub with
her silvery eyes and looked down at the owner who was sweating. He had known
this day would come, and knew he could not refuse to sell Mary-Sue his club
for whatever she wanted. It had been a long time since anyone had turned down
one of Mary-Sue's offers to buy, and it had not ended well for anyone other
than Mary-Sue.? Looking at the manager Mary-Sue reached into her massive
jiggling bust and withdrew a picture of herself and a pen. In front of the
gathering crowed and paparazzi she signed it and handed it to him. A
personally signed picture of Mary-Sue was worth more than gold. The owner was
ecstatic.

Mary-Sue's bodyguards went into the club to clear it out as her 100 Best
Friends got ready to go inside. They had brought their own alcohol, more
expressive and intoxicating than anything found anywhere in the city. Still
only 18, it was illegal for Mary-Sue to drink in public, so this would be a
private party. Mary-Sue's entourage had also brought their own DJ and all of
Mary-Sue's favorite songs. One of the CDs even had The One True Song on it;
the only such CD known to exist. It was more there as a reminder, however. If
this party did not live up to Mary-Sue's expectations, she would play it for
them over and over to liven things up, and then get 100 new Best Friends. She
had done this twice already.

Mary-Sue's 100 Best Friends went into the club first and got the party
started, then Mary-Sue herself walked in. Every part of her body moving in
such ways even her Best Friends, who saw her nearly everyday, were completely
in awe. She went over to a keg filled with Antarctic Nail Ale. She placed her
hands on the keg, grabbed it, and lifted her long perfect legs into the air.
Holding onto the keg, she balanced herself. She was upside-down with her
powerful arms straight, doing a keg-stand. Four of her strongest male Best
Friends held her mammoth breasts in place so they did not fall into her face
while two of her female Best Friends gave her the spout to the keg. Mary-Sue
drank and drank, upside down, her friends working the pump, until the keg was
completely empty.? She delicately set herself down on her green 8-inch heels
and let out an unladylike belch, which smelled of sunny summer days. She then
nonchalantly walked over to the VIP area were many of her friends were already
pouring her shots of 160-proof rum. They all knew that she would be
challenging them to a drink off. Going shot for shot, they would drink 75-
proof whiskey and she would drink the rum, after already drinking a whole keg
of ale. They knew that if they did not put up a fight and try their hardest
she would know and be displeased.

Mary-Sue lined them up and knocked them down. Groups of five at a time went at
her until they were all unconscious and than another fresh group would be
brought out. While this was happening, the non-drinking girls and guys were
dancing on the dance floor or making pleasant conversation trying to have a
great time for Mary-Sue.? The party was really going well. People were dancing
and talking and the club was alive with activity. Mary-Sue had gone through 2
groups of men, when suddenly she stopped. Her eyes changing to pink, and
putting her glass down, she quickly strode across the noisy room to a corner
were two girls were talking.? She stood behind one of them and the room grew
silent; the DJ stopped the music. The girl looked more frightened than a deer
caught by a wolf. She slowly turned around and cringed when she saw Mary-Sue's
pink eyes looking back at her. "What did you say?" Said Mary-Sue in her icy
cool voice.? The wide eye's girl started to stammer, "I.. I.. I was just
talking about our current president and his economic policy..."? Mary-Sue cut
her off, "Yes, I heard your ignorant opinions on how to simulate the economy
from across the room. Give me your Best Friend Bracelet."? The girl hung her
head in disgrace and removed the gold bracelet with the letters "MSBF"
engraved on it from her wrist. Shamefaced, she handed it to Mary-Sue, stood
and walked out of the room. Everyone watched her go. They all knew the
punishment for voicing options Mary-Sue did not approve of, and they also knew
that girl's life was now effectively over. Like all of them, she had given up
everything to be Mary-Sue's Best Friend and now she had nothing. That unique
gold bracelet would be given to one of the thousands that were training for
the honor of being one of Mary-Sue's Best Friends. Almost everyone felt
nothing in the world was more valuable than the right to wear one of those
bracelets.? When the girl left, the party resumed. Mary-Sue's Best Friends
also knew they had to keep their conversations interesting or Mary-Sue, who
was listing to all of them while she drank, would grow bored and play The One
True Song. It was a delicate balance to maintain, but they had been
extensively trained for just this. Luckily, they knew that soon the second
part of the party would soon start.

After Mary-Sue had drank five separate groups under the table, she again
stood. After consuming so much alcohol Mary-Sue was indeed intoxicated, but it
did not impair her prefect balance. Walking on her stately legs and 8-inch
stilettos, she made her way to the center of the dance floor; her hips and
breasts swaying. She had to be good and hammered to dance or else the
breathtaking sight might kill some of the onlookers. Even impaired as she was,
Mary-Sue's Best Friends all braced themselves as the DJ put on one of her
favorite dancing songs.

Words cannot describe what followed. Many of the audience passed out from the
spectacular sight that assailed them. Today Mary-Sue had made her dance
irresistibly seductive. Woman and men alike began to turn into lust filled
animals. Their training, nothing, could have prepared them for this, and
Mary-Sue knew it. Her Best Friends lost all control of themselves as she moved
across the dance floor. Soon, as Mary-Sue had planned, they had no choice but
to carry out their wanton desires. Mary-Sue would use up all of them that
night. All of them pleasuring her and ravishing her would prove to not be
enough, and by the end she was the only one left conscious. She had driven
them all into exhaustion, spurring them on to perform more and more for her.
By the end, all 100 of them were completely spent trying to please her.

Mary-Sue's dress was in tatters, and she called to her bodyguards, who had
been waiting outside, to get her a new one of the same style. She left the
nightclub at 6 in the morning, all her Best Friends moaning or unconscious on
the ground.

Looking around at them, Mary-Sue could not help feeling her life was meant for
so much greater.

It was now Saturday and she was driven home in her pink stretched Hummer. Her
mansion was on Park Avenue; she had gutted an entire block to build her
100-story home. It too had been made of glass crystal; she had designed it
herself in such way it was only translucent from the inside. When inside the
crystal did not even look tinted, but it was completely opaque outside. Her
old classmate servants opened the front door for her as she walked inside.

No one was allowed inside this building but Mary-Sue. The perimeter was
completely surrounded and she had bought all of the blocks surrounding the
building, filling them with her security personal. Helicopters took off and
landed around her mansion. Food was delivered to the adjacent building; an
elaborate pipe system Mary-Sue designed would bring prepared food to whatever
room she would specify from inside. Dirty dishes and clothing was similarly
deposed of. There were no phones inside the building and everyone knew they
would have no contact with Mary-Sue until Monday. Mary-Sue valued her privacy.

This is why Mary-Sue was dismayed and a little surprised when she took her
elevator to her room and found an old man in them.? Before Mary-Sue could say
anything the man took her by the hands. Ecstatically he said, "Exalted
Princess! I am so happy we finally found you. It must have been awful for you
living with these primitives and with only one one- thousandth of your true
power." Continuing he said, "No matter, now that we have found you, you can
finally finish your training and defeat the Faceless One who did this to
you."? Hearing that a dazzling smile spread over Mary-Sue's countenance as her
eyes changed to a vivid green. "Tell me more," was all she said.

To be Continued...