HyperLass flies into New York, in response to an urgent message left in her voice mail box (what self-respecting, go-getting super hero DOESN'T have voice mail?).   The local FBI Agent-in-Charge, Mark King, had left the message, citing severe threats to the nation.  HyperLass is intrigued that she has been summoned, instead of her more visible, more powerful cousin, HyperMan.  As she descends toward the roof of the Federal Building, she scans the area with super vision, looking for anything untoward.  All she sees is a mousy little man on the edge of the roof's helipad.

"Hello," she says as she lands, a bit peeved at the way her short red skirt always rides up, baring her red panties as she lands.  There is enough wind on the roof to also keep her blue cape flapping as she walks toward the man, her low-heeled knee-high blue boots clicking on the roof's asphalt.  "Are you Agent King?"

"Yes I am, HyperLass," King replies, shaking her hand vigorously.  "Thank you SO much for coming so quickly!"

"What is the problem?  Have you contacted HyperMan?"

"Let's go down to my office," King says, lightly grabbing her elbow and directing her toward a door.  As they go inside and down a short flight of steps toward an elevator, King continues:  "We can talk more downstairs, but the reason why I contacted you is because we can't REACH HyperMan!  He's been missing for a week. We tried his voice mail box, we even tried that Keller guy at the Global News Network, but he's not around, either . . ."

"Well," HyperLass says, cautiously, "Keller knows HyperMan very well and may be concerned about his disappearance, may be working to help HyperMan get back." She doesn't want to reveal HyperMan's secret identify of Ken Keller, famous reporter for the cable news network.

"That's what we thought," King says.  They arrive outside an office and King ushers the heroine into a chair, then sits behind a desk facing her.  "See, we've got several things that have 'popped up on the radar' recently, things we can't investigate, or that we've had no luck investigating, and we believe they each may be a serious threat to the U.S."

"Like what?" the heroine asked, still thinking about HyperMan and his unavailability.  That alone would be a MAJOR threat to the U.S.  Anything capable of taking him out of action . . .

"Well, I guess the first thing is this cult down in the Caribbean.  At least, we THINK it's down there.  Second, there's been a rash of thefts of critical chemical products from a lab in Massachusetts.  Third, we've gotten word that mercenaries are being hired in Dallas by someone - we don't know who - and our rough count shows maybe 300 mercs 'off the market', so to speak.  There are others, but these are the most critical, in the eyes of our Threat Analysis Team."

"Why is a cult first?" HyperLass asks, leaning back in her chair, crossing her long, shapely legs.  She can see King trying to talk business while undressing her with his eyes, greedily looking at every inch of her finely-honed body.  A quick look also tells her HOW he feels about her perfectly-toned body.

"Well," King manages to continue.  He's starting to sweat because he's developing an industrial-strength erection; he hopes the woman won't notice it with her super vision.  "To all intents and purposes, it's just another cult.  However, it has been VERY active on the Internet, promising the usual stuff - 'the world is ending, the cult can save its members', yadda yadda yadda.  The thing is, a lot of computer people have been leaving the U.S., flying to Antigua, then disappearing.  Enough key people have left the country to trigger an alarm with NSA - they fear a loss of people with the skills to shut down the world, electronically.  One Defense Department contractor has lost 30 percent of its best programmers and engineers in the last month!

"The 'fly in the buttermilk' is that NSA was able to trace the cult's web site to an ISP in St. John's, the capital of Antigua, but that's as far as they could go.  CIA lost an agent poking around down there.  The Brits are starting to get worried, too.  They sent one of their super powered types down there earlier this week.  All we've learned, though, is that techno-nerds fly into Antigua, then we lose them."

"Who did the Brits send," HyperLass asks, hoping it's that muscular hunk, John Bull.

"Someone named Brittania.  Ever heard of him?"

"Yes, and it's a her," HyperLass replies, a bit chagrined.  "She is supposed to be a descendent of Merlin.  Has 'eldritch powers' or something.  HyperMan told me about her, but I didn't pay too much attention,"  (because she's a female, and she fools around with magic, HyperLass DOESN'T add).

"Well, the other threats can wait.  Can you get to Antigua, link up with Brittania, and see what's going on with this cult?"

"Sure, but how do I find her?"

"Just go to the British Consulate.  She's staying there."

The next day, HyperLass flies down to St. John's on the island of Antigua in the Caribbean, carrying a small knapsack on her back, under her cape.  She has decided to approach Brittania and this case in a disguise, not in her usual secret identity as Mary Lynn, not as HyperLass, but as a new persona.  Landing in an obscure area outside of St. John's, near the main road, she quickly changes from her costume into a very short skirt, a lightweight top, panties, and sandals.  Her superb musculature removes the need for a brassiere.  She also dons a red wig and fake 'nerd' glasses.  In her disguise as *Maureen O'Malley*, she leaves the bushes and walks to the main road.  Two minutes later, a guy on a moped gives her a lift into town, thrilled (and intrigued) beyond measure at the surprisingly hard twin cones boring into his back - is this woman wearing a bra with metal cups?

In her Maureen O'Malley disguise, HyperLass leaves her rented hotel room an hour later and goes by taxi to the British Consulate.  After telling a receptionist, in a hushed voice, that she wants to meet with Brittania, she is told to wait just a moment. After a very short wait, she's ushered into a small, sparsely-furnished office.  Behind the desk sits an older, forty-ish woman with white hair and a trim, attractive figure.  "Hello," the woman begins in a cheerful voice, "I'm Bonnie Rule.  I understand you wish to meet with Brittania?"

"Yes," *Maureen* replies.  "I'm from the, er, uh, Mark King sent me down to meet with her."

"Ah, yes, we received word that you would be coming.  Well, you're certainly not what we expected.  Perhaps you would be available to meet with her in one hour?  Here's a map to where you shall find her," Rule says, handing a map across the desk.  Looking at it briefly, HyperLass excuses herself and leaves the office.

Less than an hour later, a familiar figure in red, white and blue floats slowly through the air over a deserted section of beach on the north shore of Antigua.  Her super vision revealed a figure in a long red cape and hood, standing under tree cover near the rendezvous site.  With a bit of apprehension, HyperLass lands in front of the woman.  The woman's loose red hood covers her head down to her forehead (with bits of white hair visible inside the hood), a white mask covering most of her face, a form-fitting white and red body suit emblazoned with the Union Jack flag, knee-high low-heeled black boots, with the tops rolled down, and elbow-length white leather gloves.  In one hand, she carries a rod with a gem (diamond?) on the end, her fabled 'Isle Sceptre'.

"Brittania?" HyperLass asks tentatively, smiling and holding out a hand.

"HyperLass, yes.  I'm so very pleased to meet you!  Was my disguise at the office as transparent as yours?" the Englishwoman asks pleasantly.

Recognizing suddenly that Bonnie Rule and Brittania are the same person, HyperLass laughes softly and says, "Well, no, because I didn't know what to expect.  I guess I thought I'd meet some clerk who would 'properly' introduce us to each other."

"Yes, well, that usually only happens amongst the upper classes.  My background is more plebian, I'm afraid.  Well, shall we 'get down to business', as you Yanks say?"  Seeing HyperLass's nod, Brittania takes HyperLass's arm in one hand and the two women begin walking along the deserted white-sand beach.

"Since arriving here three days ago, I've 'sensed' some kind of 'magick' in operation.  The effect seems strongest to the north, toward the island of Barbuda, about 30 miles from here," Brittania says, pointing seaward.  "I was about to investigate, myself, when told that you would be joining me, so I delayed my departure pending your arrival.  I believe we should head there forthwith, lest this 'cult' thing get out of hand.  Did your Mr. King tell you that Britain and several other European countries have also lost people to this cult?"

As the two woman leap into the air and begin flying northward toward Barbuda, Brittania holds the diamond-tipped Sceptre in an outstretched left hand, otherwise looking just like the younger woman beside her. Each woman has one arm stretched forward, the second clenched near her chest, one leg straight, one bent at the knee.  "I was only told about Americans," HyperLass says.  "Were you able to learn anything about the ISP in St. John's?  What are we dealing with, some kind of voodoo?"

"No, in answer to your first question, the registered user was a dead lead.  And when the engineers at the ISP tried to remove the web site from their server, it just reappeared in another directory.  They spent a day trying to delete the site before yielding to the inevitable power of magick.

"As for the second, well, you DO realize that voodoo is a Haitian thing, don't you?"

"Mnph," HyperLass replies, embarassed, "No I didn't.  Why didn't you just 'zap' the server?"

"Well, I'm afraid that my powers don't work against things mechanical or electronic, they're basically useless against anything 'modern'.  That is, my majicks are ineffective against iron, or anything made with 'synthetic' products, like aluminium, plastics, and so forth.  Bit of a bother, actually, in this modern world.  Now, I can do wonderful things against a bow, or arrow, or of course against a person.  But unless I can attack a basic element in something, my majicks are useless.  I could have done something to the bits of copper and gold inside the server, but that would have destroyed the server.  I couldn't touch the programming."

"Well, since I'm powerless against magic," HyperLass replies, "I guess we make a good team.  But I must admit, I couldn't have done anything to the computer either - burn it with heat vision, maybe . . ."

The two women land near the wildlife preserve on the island, away from prying eyes.  Both change back into their secret identities of Bonnie and Maureen and hitch a ride to the K-Club, a local resort.  HyperLass brought her knapsack, while Brittania materializes a small suitcase which has been *with her*, but in *another realm*.  The two women enter the resort's lobby and check in, as mother and daughter (much to HyperLass' embarassment and Brittania's chagrin), and after being taken to their room and settling with the bellhop, the two heroines drop into plush chairs and discuss strategy.

"The clerk (pronounced as 'clark') at the desk said a boat would arrive from Antigua this evening," Brittania begins, "and I suggest we follow them to see where they lead us."

"Well," HyperLass replies, "we don't know if any cult members are on the boat, or who they might be.  Maybe we could patrol the island, look for anything unusual."

"I rather think we should remain unnoticed, for the moment.  Keep a low profile, 'n all that.  Someone might sight us flitting about the island.  We certainly don't look like one of the frigate birds so common to the island," the English Enchantress says.

"I  just can't sit around, doing nothing," HyperLass replies, fidgeting in her chair.  "I'm going to patrol the island."  With that, she quickly changes into her regular costume (noting the appreciative stare from the older woman), stuffing her Maureen O'Malley disguise into a pouch on her cape, then steps onto their balcony.

"Be careful, HyperLass," Brittania admonishes.  "If you see anything suspicious, I think you should return post haste, and we can investigate it together."

"Right," HyperLass replies, taking off in a burst of speed which, she hopes, won't attract attention.  Several other guests at the K-Club, however, did see her departure from the resort.

While HyperLass spends the next few hours floating over the island, riding stiff air currents from the Atlantic Ocean side of the island, Brittania, disguised as Bonnie Rule, walks around the resort and adjoining areas, trying to get the lay of the land.  At 6 p.m., a boat from Antigua docks, disgorging fifteen passengers.  Brittania, awaiting the boat near the dock, selects a pair of pasty-white young men wearing incredibly ugly clothes and discreetly follows them as they walk to the K-Club.  She spends the early part of the evening uneventfully waiting for them to do something, anything.  Finally, after midnight, she returns to her room.  The two she had shadowed went directly to their room and didn't even leave for dinner.  After looking around the room, Brittania observes that HyperLass hasn't returned from her mission yet, either.

Shortly after sundown, as HyperLass hovers over the Frigate Bird Sanctuary on Barbuda, her super senses detect a gathering of people at the end of a long isthmus on the western side of the island.  Landing nearby, at the end of the isthmus, and from the cover of some nearby trees, she spies two people, wearing long cloaks and hoods, walking toward a well-lit area further inland.  HyperLass quickly rushes the pair, grabs them around their waists, and flies them into the bushes.  Dropping lightly onto the sandy soil, the Maiden of Muscles discovers she's captured a young man and woman, wearing nothing under their cloaks.

"What do you know about the cult operating from this island?" the super heroine asks, striking her most imposing stance, with hands on hips, tight breasts thrust forward, to intimidate the two, now standing before her.

"We aren't telling you anything, Hyper bitch!" the woman spits, and turns to leave.  HyperLass grab the woman's arm and spins her around, so they face each other again.  A *light* slap and the woman sags to the ground, unconscious.  "I can do this to you and everyone else who comes by, if you don't want to help me," she purrs, looking at the man.

"Zod rules the Coven," the man replies to the woman from Kelvan, somewhat intimidated by this powerful, beautiful woman.  "Not that that will help you.  Zod will destroy you, as he does to all who try to stop us!"

"Stop you from doing what?" HyperLass asks, demurely.  She steps closer to the man and puts one hand on his shoulder, a hand so small, so fragile-looking, yet so powerful.  Stepping even closer to the man, she puts her other hand on his other shoulder, their bodies now just inches apart.  Her deep blue eyes bore into the man, and under the hypnotic influence of her eyes, his penis swells like it's never grown before, as he inhales her delicious scent and becomes submerged in her eyes.

"I ... I, can't ... can't tell ... you," he stammers, melting in her presence as she moves even closer to him, her boots now touching his feet, her slightly-bent left knee touching his leg.

"Okay," HyperLass says after a pause, resignedly.  She raises a finger and gently taps the man on the side of his head, dropping him like a sack of potatoes, out like a light.  She quickly slips the robes off the two cultists and tears one into long strips, which she uses to bind them to each other and to a large tree.  The other robe she slips into, and steps off into the jungle toward the distant glow and drumming.

The disguised Girl of Tomorrow soon enters a large clearing, noting that it is filled with 100 to 200 people, all dressed in similar robes, chanting "Zod, Zod".  Standing at the back of the clearing, drawing back into the cloak and hood so that she won't be recognized, HyperLass scans the area.  Apart from the crowd, at the front she sees a raised platform with a large square stone, flanked by flame-lit braziers.  Behind the stone stands a larger stone, shaped somewhat like a Celtic cross - instead of a circle though, this has a diamond.

After a few boring minutes of chanting, a figure steps onto the raised platform, in front of the stone block, and raises his arms.  When the crowd falls silent, HyperLass hears the man mumbling under his breath - she can't understand what he's saying - but suddenly the man raises his arms and looks upward, then begins to yell "YOG SOTTHOTH!!  YGDRASIL!!  CTHULHU!!" and the crowd echoes his screams, even louder.  HyperLass' only thought is, "What the FUCK?!? . . ."

As she continues to watch the ceremony, the crowd begins moving toward the platform, chanting with more fervor.  Loud screams and sighs begin to issue from the crowd.  As HyperLass slowly moves toward the platform, she suddenly feels a, a funny . . . something happening to her.  First, she feel goose bumps on her bare legs and under the thin sleeves of her tight-fitting white top.  Something like a chill, but she knows she's not susceptible to chills.  Then, a few steps later, the Girl of Tomorrow suddenly stops and shudders uncontrollably, dropping her head slightly.  She feels a rush of pleasure run through her body, a wave so strong that her toes curl and she has to close her eyes and moan, in search of release from the sensation.  It's like being caressed by a giant, sensitive hand, stroking every one of her erogenous zones at the same ime.  "Nnnhhh", she utters as a second, more powerful spasm wracks her super frame.  She also now senses that her pussy is beginning to lubricate itself!  Every inch of her skin feels like it has been lightly caressed - so lightly, the tiny blond hairs on her arms and legs MOVE, as the wave of sensual pleasure rises from her feet and flows up her body. She wonders if the hair atop her head is curling from this delicious pleasure.

Suddenly, the man on the platform, Zod, raises his hands again, signalling the crowd for silence.  "MY CHILDREN!" he shouts over the last few noisy chanters and moaners.  "We have a visitor!"  (HyperLass, struggling to bring her focus back to the ceremony, suddenly feels a a new chill run up her spine.  How did he . . .?)  "Yes indeed, my children, we have a visitor . . . in the back . . . THERE!" Zod shouts, pointing directly at the Maiden of Muscles!  Cultists on either side of her turn toward the super heroine and began to move closer.

HyperLass thinkst about leaving, then decides to attack, instead.  "There's just that skinny little jerk up front - if I take him out, the whole cult should collapse. This'll be a surprise for Brittania and Agent King!"  As she starts moving toward the platform, HyperLass takes a leap into the air, but gasps, suddenly feeling too leaden, too heavy to fly.  Before she can think about this unsettling feeling, before she can understand why she's unable to fly, the first of the cultists reaches her, and begins to pummel her with their fists and anything they can pick up.

"Owww!" HyperLass cries, as their blows land on her head and shoulders.  Why does she feel these hits?  These are mere mortals, and SHE is HyperLass!  Momentarily stunned and pushed backward by the onslaught, the Maiden of Muscles feels slightly stronger, and pushes forward once again, into the crowd of swinging arms and clubs.  Again though, as she nears the dais and Zod, she becomes weaker and can again feel the many fists and clubs pounding her magnificent body.

One pipe-wielding cultist hits the heroine on her shoulder, stopping her. A second hits her jaw, tossing her head sideways and dazing the woman. The first man hits her again, this time hammering her finely-honed abs with the pipe, causing her to bend forward, holding her stomach and grimacing in pain. As HyperLass tries to backpedal away from her tormentors, realizing the danger is greater when she nears Zod, someone behind her smashes her head with something, a metal club or another pipe?  There is a loud CLANG when her invulnerable skull is hit.  Dazed, the Girl of Tomorrow staggers forward a half step, her head drooping, her hands weakly deflecting the blows raining down upon her.  A second, then a third powerful blow to the back of her head knocks HyperLass onto her knees, her arms now hanging limply at her sides, once bright eyes almost closed, and her head tilted forward so her chin rests on her chest.  Sensing victory over the disguised interloper, the crowd hammers the still-cloaked figure until she falls forward onto her face, unconscious.

"Where the BLOODY HELL is that woman!" Brittania roars, now in her costume, still in her hotel room, pacing back and forth, awaiting HyperLass' return.  "The magicks around here have been growing all evening long.  Surely she isn't so brash that she found the cult, and attacked it, alone?"

Brittania turns toward the door, resolved to try to find the Maiden of Muscles.  As the English heroine approaches the door to the hallway, it abruptly crashs open.  Several figures wearing long cloaks and hoods push into the room toward England's Finest.  Brittania quickly braises her left hand, holding her famous eldritch weapon, the Isle Sceptre, but as she begins intoning a spell, one of the hooded figures lashes out with a length of chain - MADE OF IRON! The iron links painfully strike her wrist and knock the sceptre from her hand, sending it flying across the bed and onto the floor on the other side. The stunned sorceress has no defense against iron!

In the blink of an eye, four figures reach the woman and begin pawing her body, driving her backward toward the balcony.  Brittania, stripped of her most powerful tool, is not without resources, however.  As the shadowy figures hit her, or grope her body, she intones a quick spell and suddenly the four figures fly away from her body, crashing into other hooded figures or the walls.

Deciding to fight with what she has, rather than try to get the sceptre, Brittania waves one hand toward two of the remaining, charging figures, and utters "BE ELSEWHERE!".  Both figures disappear!  As the other hooded figures scattered around the floor of the room start to rise, a glowering super heroine turns toward a group of three figures and repeats the gesture and intonation, causing them to disappear, too.  Four more, and all of her uninvited guests will be languishing in the resort's pool!

As Brittania turns toward two nearby figures rising to attack her, a man behind the heroine lashes at her again with his iron chain, curling it around her boots just below her knees.  Before she can do more than yelp in surpriset, the man yanks the chain backward, pulling her off her feet to land ("Umph!") on her buttocks.  Just then, two more figures crash through the glass balcony door, armed with iron crow bars.  Just as they and the first pair reach the English Enchantress, she finishes a quick spell and disappears from the room!  The two figures' crow bars crash together in the empty space where Brittania's head had been just a second before, the the first pair of figures plow into the men with the crowbars and all four fall to the floor, wondering how the woman escaped their trap.

HyperLass struggles toward the distant surface from a dark well of unconsciousness, shaking her head, trying to get her bearings.  First, she hears the voices of hundreds, moaning, or chanting.  Then, lifting her head and opening her eyes, she sees that she's on the stone block atop the platform.  Weakly moving her head sideways, HyperLass realizes that she's bound to the stone, on her back, held down by chains on her wrists and ankles.  Another chain pins her waist to the stone and she can feel yet another chain around her neck, pulling her head down.

Zod, standing beside her, seems to be about 5' 6". He's a bit stocky and wears some kind of tribal mask.  HyperLass tries to scan his mask with her super vision, but can't see through his disguise.  As she tries to pull her arms and legs free from the chains binding her to the rock, she hears Zod laughing, and sees his head shaking from side to side.

"If you surrender to me, now," HyperLass says defiantly, "things will go much easier with you when you are taken to trial!"

"Foolish woman," Zod replies, checking her bindings.  Then, leaning forward, he puts one bony hand on the woman's cheek.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he lightly moves the hand down her neck, across her collarbone, then down to her left breast.  He gently cups her 36C breast in his hand, moving his hand slowly, brazenly thumbing her nipple.

"Nnnh!"  HyperLass moans, "stop this!  You can't do this to me!  I'm HyperLass!"

"Tonight," Zod says, looking at the heroine, "you are just what we need for our ceremonies!"  Zod's hand slides off her breast and is slowly dragged across her stomach, down to her crotch, where he massages her mound with slow, powerful strokes.  Then, as his other hand begins stroking the inside of the woman's thigh, just below her crotch, his left hand slips under her short skirt and two fingers work their way past thin red panties, dipping a finger into her vagina.

"nn..nnNN ... NOOO!" HyperLass screams/moans, "STOP THIS!"  She struggles futilely to break the chains holding her, but the woman from the planet Kelvan, whose strength can move hundreds of tons, cannot break the thin chains binding her to the altar. Zod's hands continue stroking the woman's erogenous areas with increased vigor, stirring her pleasure juices.  At the same time, he begins intoning something, too lightly for the woman to hear clearly.  The heroine is too stunned by the mysterious disappearance of her super powers to think about why she can't resist this little man's roving hands.

Suddenly, HyperLass propels her pelvis upward, balancing on just her shoulder blades and heels, and moans lustily, "NNNOOOOOOONNNOOOO!!"  A MASSIVE orgasm wracks her body, hammering her brain and almost rendering her unconscious!  As the feeling passes, she drops back onto the stone, panting like a bitch in heat.  "W-why are you doing this to me!?" she pleads, turning her blue eyes toward the man's mask.

"We are trying to open a gateway for the Old Ones to return to Earth.  Yog Sothhoth FEEDS on sexual energy.  More energy spent on orgasms gives Him more power.  Even from the back of the crowd, I could sense that your body, your orgasms, might give us the power I need to crack open the gateway to admit Yog Sothhoth and the others into our realm from the Dark Beyond."

Zod raises his arms and begins intoning a series of words which make no sense to the Maiden of Muscles.  However, as he speaks, she again feels the hairs on her skin start to rise, she feels the soft caresses of an unseen hand, gently running all over her body.  She feels her vaginal lips slowly being spread by unseen hands and licked by unseen tongues, working their way upward and inward, circling in toward her hidden clitoris. Again and again the unseen fingers and tongue gently caress her growing clit, driving her mad with sexual arousal. Moving slowly at first, the tongue circles and gently runs across her clit, moving faster and faster, driving her desire higher and higher.  Other *unseen forces* erotically invade her vagina and anus, squeeze her nipples, or enter (wetly) her ears.  In a second, she again rises up on her ankles and shoulder blades, and screams as a powerful orgasm is wrenched from her lips.  "Oh, . . . Gods!" HyperLass screams, "puh-please . . . please stop! nnnNNNHHH!"

Brittania escaped to an astral plane Elsewhere - beyond space and time, when those hooded figures threatened to overwhelm her.  This realm is devoid of anything but herself, lacking any reference points . . . a featureless black void.  Further, she discovered long ago that if she moved in this realm, she would re-materialize later in another place back in her own realm - but how far away, she could not predict.  A step of one foot in Elsewhere might land her 500 miles away from where she'd left Earth, and two miles up (it happened once).  Since she was *out of the time stream* in this realm, she didn't age, time had no meaning here, and all she could do was to estimate how much time had elapsed back on Earth, then return to the exact spot, and hope her assailants had left.

HyperLass feels herself weakening rapidly under the unrelenting orgasmic explosions wracking her super body.  Zod is working himself into a frenzied state, waving his hands over her body, wriggling his fingers like obscene worms, and muttering faint, Arabic-sounding phrases.  Sweat soaks the armpits of his cloak.  Beneath his mask, his eyes are almost closed by the stream of sweat pouring off his brow.  HyperLass, meanwhile, is also drenched in sweat, with wet blond hair matted against her forehead, cheeks and neck, or hanging limply over the edge of the stone ceremonial altar.  She has long since ceased any attempts to free herself from the chains binding her; between convulsions from the titanic orgasms, all she can do is to lie helplessly, panting, gasping for air.

And yet, despite all she has experienced in the last few ... minutes?  ... hours?  ... she BURNS with a need for something, ANYTHING to penetrate her pussy savagely, scrape the walls of her love canal, and CRUSH her nipples and breasts between powerful fingers.  The magical caressing hasn't worked like a normal rape.  All it has done is to increase in her the need for a large penis to plunge the depths of her womanhood, for a strong hand to squeeze her nipples until she cries for the release she's never experienced in her time here on Earth.  And STILL the orgasms hit her, the caressing continues, and the fire in her loins burns brighter.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" HyperLass screams, sobbing, HOPING for release from her torment.

The chanting has reached a fevered pitch among Zod's followers, many of the men and women are now disrobed and fucking like maniacs in a frenzy of sexual activity.  Each man is ramming his tool in and out of some kind of hole, whether with one of the few women, or with another man makes no difference in their blind lust.  Only Zod, alone, still wears his robe. The little wizard continues waving his arms and intoning his spell to breach the pathway between realms, to draw the first of the Ancient Old Ones back to Earth.  HyperLass, he now realizes, should be almost ready for him. When he takes her, he reasons, together they should generate the final burst of sexual energy needed to breach the thin barrier remaining between their dimensions.

Using one hand to continue tormenting the Maiden of Muscles, who is barely conscious at this point, Zod uses his other hand to pull up his robe, looping the bottom of the robe into the rope belt around his waist, so that his crotch is bare.  Had anyone looked at him, they would see a monsterous erection - his magic has increased the size of his schlong to twelve inches, at least four inches thick at the base, tapering to three at the head.

Zod leans over HyperLass and, using his free hand, unhooks the chains around her ankles and waist.  Then he carefully mounts the stone altar and crawls, on his knees, between the writhing girl's legs, using his thighs to keep her legs spread.  He isn't worried that she might use her incredible super powers to crush him between her legs.  She is sooooo lost in sexual ecstasy that she barely has any more strength than a normal woman, except for the tremendous SEXUAL power, the POTENTIAL she has left, for the final phases of this ceremony.

Brittania finally decides to slip back to Earth and her room. She realizes that the attack on her means that the cult is aware of her presence, and that of HyperLass. "My God," she gasps, "maybe they're already defeated HyperLass and that's why she hasn't returned to the room! I must find her!"

When the English sorceress re-materializes in this plane of existence, she immediately drops into a crouch, turning quickly 180 degrees, scanning the room for threats.  Brittania quickly spots two goons looking out her balcony door and a third is just now walking out of her bathroom.  Brittania faces the palm of one hand toward the two by the balcony and intones "Be elsewhere" and POOF, they vanish!  As the one in the bathroom doorway looks up at her, she takes a half step toward him, then swings one of her long legs upward in a kick that plants one of her boots deeply inside his crotch, lifting the man off the floor and propelling him backward into the john.  He lands roughly on his butt and rocks backward, his hands clutched at his groin, his head slamming onto the tile floor.

A quick look around the room reveals no other threats, so Brittania retrieves her Isle Sceptre, still lying behind her bed, and goes through the broken doors onto her balcony.  Wasting no time, the tall, lithe woman floats into the air, higher and higher, and chants a *spell of finding* to help her locate HyperLass.  Using her magickal sceptre as a divining rod, Brittania follows its tilt toward HyperLass' location across the island.

As Brittania nears the isthmus on the western side of Baruda, she can just make out the lighted area at the end of the isthmus.  Descending toward the light, she soon discerns the altar and is then horrified to see her new friend tied onto the stone altar.  Some small character can be seen standing behind the altar, waving his hands over HyperLass.  His devotees, Britannia notices, are standing, chanting, moaning, and some are starting to disrobe!

When Brittania finally leeaves the last of the underbrush, and enters the circle of light around the altar, she's amazed to see hundreds of people now engaged in a sexual frenzy.  Levitating slightly over the throng, Brittania glides toward the center of the crowd, toward the altar and HyperLass.  Brittania gasps when she sees the high priest fiddling with his robe ... "MY GODDESS!" she gasped, "he's going to RAPE her!"

As the Englishwoman floats toward the alter, she again gasps when the man's robe parts and she sees the little man's huge organ. Brittania KNOWS he must NOT be allowed to fuck HyperLass.  However, as the English sorceress approaches the altar, two things begin to happen.  First, she begins to get physically aroused, for some reason.  Like HyperLass and the cult devotees, what begins as a ghostly caress of her erogenous areas spreads, rapidly, to a more vigorous stimulation of her libido.  Brittania gasps as she feels the unmistakeable wetness of her own juices dripping down her leg, staining her body suit.  Moaning again, Brittania slowly glides toward the heaving bodies on the ground, bent in half, as a first orgasm rips through her own magnificent body.

Landing awkwardly on several of the writhing bodies on the ground, Brittania stumbles and tumbles forward, landing atop the seething mass of fucking humanity.  Another orgasm rips a deep moan from the heroine's throat and several of the people under her grasp at her boots and legs and cape attempting to stroke her body or bring her down into their fuckfest.  As she struggles to regain control of her body, she floats above these people once more and suddenly gets a clear view of the altar from about 20 feet away. Again the Englishwoman gasps in shock as she watches the priest aim his tool between the legs of the young blond heroine.  "This MUST ... unnhh ... MUST NOT HAPPEN!" Brittania gasps, another wave of pleasure washing over her body.

HyperLass feels the cold metal chains slip off her legs and waist, but she can't break the remaining chains or fight the little priest, she just continues to ride from one orgasm to the next, barely conscious and barely aware of what's happening to her and others around her.  She slowly becomes aware of Zod, crawling on his knees between her legs.  Then the helpless Maiden of Muscles sees IT.  The largest penis she has ever SEEN!  "I NEED THAT!" she gasps, looking at Zod, pleading with her eyes.  Behind his mask, Zod smiles and crawls closer to the girl's crotch.

Deeply between her legs, Zod drops his magically-enhanced erect penis onto the Girl of Tomorrow's stomach, letting some of the jism splash onto her costume, below the "H" on her chest.  He slowly drags the huge slab of meat back toward her cunt, driving the girl into a frenzy of desire.  "FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEEEE!!!" HyperLass screams, her body aching to have his tool inside her even though her mind screams for her to escape.  At this point, her body would welcome a studded Kelvanite rod in her vagina, so badly does her cunt burn, so BADLY does she need to FEEL something, ANYTHING, stroking the walls of her vagina.  "SQUEEZE MY NIPPLES" she screams at Zod, gasping, crying as another massive orgasm plows through her super body and hammers her brain.

Zod had carefully read the writings of the Mad Arab, Abdul al-Hazred, and knew the ritual to summon Yog Sothhoth.  Zod had learned from the banned Necronomicon that only powerful sexual activity would breach the barriers between this plane and the one that holds the trapped the Old Ones.  From what he has read in that foul book, Zod believes that if he drives this super human into a sexual frenzy, their combined orgasmic release, coupled with that of the hundred or more cult members, might crack open a hole to the other realm, and release Yog Sothhoth, who in turn will free the Others.  And of course anyone who helps the Old Ones return to Earth will be splendidly rewarded for opening the gateway.

Zod stops his incantations, stops waving his arms, and places both hands on HyperLass's buttocks, lifting her butt off the altar.  Shifting his hips, he guides his huge erection toward her vagina but pauses to pull her panties down her legs.  The girl's moans and gyrations make her slip off his hands and drop back onto the altar. "Damn!"  he curses, "I'll have to start over!"  This time he reaches under her skirt, grasping her panties as he tries to tear them apart.  The indestructible fabric from the planet Kelvan refuses to yield.  Zod grasps the sides of her panties, near the girl's waist, and tugs them down her legs. As Zod struggles with them, his touch on her skin has a powerful and almost electric effect on the woman. HyperLass gasps and moans from the increased pleasure that just his touch causes.  Her bottom half begins writhing more violently.  Again she cries, BEGS for him to fuck her.

While Zod struggles to pull down her panties, he again rises into a crouch over the woman to pass the panties under himself.  HyperLass is no help - she's lost in her pleasures.  He finally manages to move the panties past her knees, but they now hold her legs too close together for him to get his tool into her.  As he tries to slide the panties past her boots, they snag on a boot top.  Frustrated, Zod turns his full attention to shoving the panties off the girl's legs.

Brittania has to drop back to the ground due to the mind-numbing waves of sexual arousal sweeping through her body. As she stands among the cult members, she manages to focus her concentration and cast a *spell of detachment* on herself, even as more powerful orgasms wrack her body and nearby cultists reach up to grope her, hoping to fuck her or shove penises or (in the case of female cultists) breasts into her mouth.  As the spell takes effect, she can feel her libido subsiding, her body coming back under her control.  Shaking her head to free the last effects of unwelcome pleasure, trying to clear it and her eyes, Brittania looks at the altar, and gasps.  That priest has a GIGANTIC penis!  He's taunting HyperLass with it!  Brittania can hear her screams from here, and knows that HyperLass must be experiencing the kind of sexual arousal she had just overcome.  Brittania doesn't entirely know what's going on here, but obviously,  all this sexual activity must be for some dark purpose.  Brittania realizes that she can't get to the altar in time to help HyperLass, so she raises a hand, aims at the altar and intones "Be elsewhere!"  hoping to cast them both to the resort's swimming pool.  That would break up the ceremony!

Nothing happens!!  Trying again, with still no result, Brittania reasons that the priest must have his own magick wards in place, to protect himself, his altar, and his "sacrifice".  Struggling to free herself from the many hands groping her, losing a boot and a glove in the process, Brittania finally floats above the surging sea of sexual activity and toward the altar.  Her sceptre ahead of her, Brittania uses its eldritch powers to clear a path to the altar.

"AT LAST!" Zod roars, as Hyperlass' panties finally slip past the last boot.  Tossing them out into the crowd of fucking cultists, Zod rises to his feet, in a crouch between HyperLass' legs. Zod leans forward and places his bony hands on her knees, scuttles back toward her pussy to ram home his huge dick.  Midway through his crab-like walk, an orgasm, even more powerful than the others, due to his hands on her legs, wracks the young heroine's body.  Mindlessly, the Maiden of Muscles twitches, jerking her legs to one side.  As she spasms uncontrollably, one powerful leg catches Zod below his knees and knocks him backward, over her other leg, off the altar, and onto the platform, to land on his head.

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" HyperLass screams as she dully watches the huge tool slip away from her burning cunt.  "COME ... AAAIIIIEEEE!! ... COME BACK!!!" she pants, nearly exhausted and mindless from the ravages of Zod's magical spells.

Zod crashes down on his head, rolling onto his belly, crushing his huge, engorged cock between his hips and the stone platform.  "Nnnghh!" he moans, nearly disembowling himself on the huge tool.

Slightly dazed, he struggles back to his feet, leaning against the altar.  He MUST fuck this woman immediately if he's to use the combined sexual energy in this area, plus his chants, to free Yog Sothhoth!  The little man scrambles onto the altar once more and moves back to his position between the heroine's legs.  Over his head, a strange, eldritch *storm cloud* begins to materialize.  The cloud is black, impossibly black, a roiling maelstorm, with lightning flashes in the background.  THE GATEWAY! In the back of his mind, Zod recalls dimly that Yog Sothhoth DEMANDS success. Zod MUST NOT fail or delay.

Zod uses his hands to spread Hyperlass' legs wide, wider, WIDER!  Her head tosses left, right, and left again and drool seeps from her mouth between her gasps and moans.  "Nnnhh, nnnHHH, NNNNHHH!!" she cries, "PLEASE DO ME NOWWW!!!"

Zod finally reaches a spot close to HyperLass' vagina and stops, leaning forward and on his knees.  His majestic dong is perched atop her love mound, just above her nether lips.  He uses his hips to drag the tool back and forth, across her blood-engorged clit (HyperLass SCREAMS at this new sensual pleasure), then VICIOUSLY rams his tool forward,driving it deeply into her slot.

"nnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!" the Maiden of Muscles moans as his thick tool pushes past her outer lips, past her inner lips and plunges into her vagina.  Zod now has her thighs tightly gripped, and begins to slowly slide in and out of her pussy, driving his dong deeper into her with each thrust.

Brittania approaches the altar, pleased at the sight of HyperLass kicking the man off it! "Good on you!", Brittania thinks.  "Fight back, STOP the bastard!"  Suddenly, the English Enchantress hits a kind of force field at the edge of the altar - one of the priest's magick wards!  Feverishly, she tries to find a way around the ward, with no success.  Everyone in the clearing is now oblivious to her presence, unless she happens to pass near enough to be reached and touched.  She has freedom to act, but WHAT TO DO?

Frustrated, she holds her sceptre in both hands, aims at the altar and the priest, and concentrates on unleashing the most powerful eldritch blast she can create.  As she chants the spell, increasing her power, she tries to remain calm even though she can see the man penetrate HyperLass and fuck her.  Brittania can see HyperLass suffering, can hear the poor girl's raspy cries, as the foul beast plunges into her, again and again.

Brittania (and HyperLass) can wait no longer.  With a supreme effort, an eldritch blast of power hits the invisible shield around the ceremonial platform.  A greenish tinge washes around the sides and over the top of the platform's guardian shield.  Then, with no noise but with a flash of light, the green shield pops and disappears.  She's DONE IT!!

Brittania floats the last few feet toward the platform, intensely angry at the way that pig seems to enjoy raping the American heroine.  HyperLass is clearly on her last legs - her eyes are closed, her only movements are in reaction to the priest's thrusts.  Brittania floats behind the man, settling into a lotus position, hovering two feet or so over the platform, and cups her hands over the man's ears.

"Almost there!" Zod gasps, his tool now plunging almost all the way into HyperLass' cunt.  She's impossibly tight and no normal human could force his way past her vaginal muscles, but he seems to have enough magic power to force his way into her.  She's passed out, it seems, although she still moans and shudders as he thrusts again and again into her.  "ALMOST THERE!!" he exults, in anticipation of fulfilling his dream of unleashing the Hellish Yog Sothhoth on the world.  Just a bit more and he will explode . . .

Zod is so focused on controlling his orgasm so he can release when she releases again, he doesn't feel the two hands cup around his ears.  He does, however, feel the force blast that Brittania's hands create.  Until his head dissolves into small particles, floating in the air over his dead body.  His dong is thrust into HyperLass one last time from the momentum of his body before his torso collapses onto her stomach, his tool still deeply embedded in her.

Brittania collapses onto the altar behind the priest, utterly spent from her extreme efforts to channel eldritch forces through her hands, once to blast through the force field around the altar, then to smash this insignificant pig of a man.  As she struggles to stay on the platform, one of her hands gripping the man's robe, the other on one of HyperLass' leg, above HyperLass' head, a . . . a . .. small thunderstorm or something seems to glow and roil, throwing lightning bolts outward, into the crowd of cultists, and at the trio on the altar.   Disgusting sounds also can be heard coming from the storm. A close examination of the cloud even shows some kind of movement within the cloud!

One lightning bolts hits the priest's body, lying atop HyperLass' stomach, and the strike blast the three off the altar.  A second later, another more powerful bolt hits the altar where Brittania had been, shattering the stone.  Then a flurry of bolts lash out from the cloud, striking the crowd of devotees and killing many.  After a last bolt smashes the odd-looking cross behind the altar, the cloud seems to fizzle and collapse in on itself, winking out of existence.

Brittania, barely conscious, lying beside the altar, looked out upon the crowd of cult members.  Almost all are lying on the ground, dead, injured, or fucked into unconsciousness.  Shrugging, the slender heroine uses the side of the altar and the chain that had been around HyperLass' waist to pull herself to her feet.  She is so drained of her own energy that she has to balance using the altar for support.  As she continues to look around, she spots the priest's headless body on the far side of the altar, a smoking ruin.  But where's HyperLass?

Brittania staggers to the head of the altar where she finds the Girl of Tomorrow.  HyperLass was tossed over the head of the altar, but was still chained to it by her wrists and neck.  A mortal would have had her necked snapped like a twig, so violently was HyperLass tossed over the end of the altar.  The heroine, however, is just hanging from the altar, moaning deeply.

Brittania slowly, painfully moves around the edge of the altar to free her associate when she suddenly recoils in horror.  Sticking out of Hyperlass' vagina is the bloody stump of the high priest's penis!  AND IT IS STILL WRIGGLING INSIDE HER!!

Brittania drops to her knees, grimly seizes the bloody end of the foul thing and pulls it out of HyperLass' vagina.  HyperLass shudders and moans, then collapses against the altar, completely unconscious from her trials.  Brittania tosses the huge,  bloody object away from the altar and into nearby bushes.

"So, like, you rescued me?" HyperLass asks Brittania the next morning.  She's lying in one of the beds in their resort room at the K-Club.  HyperLass feels utterly wretched.  Every bone, every muscle, every sinew in her magnificent body screams in agony.  Even talking is painful, and listening to Brittania's reply hurts Hyperlass' ears.  What the HELL had happened?  All she can remember is trying to attack Zod and getting stopped by the cultists.  For some reason her vagina feels like it's on fire!  HyperLass is too embarassed at that feeling to ask Brittania for details. What had HAPPENED?!?

"Yes," Brittania says, demurely, "well, I arrived at the clearing and saw him trying to sacrifice you to whatever gods his fevered brain had contrived.  I used some of my powers to subdue the crowd, and some to knock him away from you.  I'm rather afraid that he . . . ahh . . .*broke*, while resisting me."

Slowly, HyperLass nods, accepting this story of her humiliating defeat.  She should have waited for Brittania.  Together, they would have defeated this guy, and broken the power of the cult.   And she Muscles not now ache so much.

"The other cult members," Brittania continues, "provided a little resistance, but dispersed quickly when their leader died.  I even managed to find my boot and glove!"  Brittania doesn't mention that she also found HyperLass' panties.  Now back in her costume, Brittania moves toward the balcony.  "We have the room for one more night, HyperLass.  I suggest you rest here before returning to America.  Ta-ta!"  Not waiting for a response from the Maiden of Muscles, Brittania turns and levitates, floating out the open balcony doors toward England and home.

HyperLass, too dull from pain to react, can only weakly wave to the English Enchantress.  A second later, the Girl of Tomorrow has rolled over, and fallen back asleep.

The characters in this story are not related to any existing super beings, real or imagined and are the sole intellectual property of their creator. Contact me at rw-5@iname.com if you wish to discuss the characters or story lines.