The Therapist 
Sharon Best 
A Comic strip style story. 
 
The Therapist 
 
Mary heard the ad on radio station WHIZ, the most popular station in 
Fawcett City. The 30 second ad quickly stated that a psychologist, Dr. 
Victoria Dominique, treated several problems, including "Repressed Memory 
Syndrome." A velvet and honey voice sent a warm chill up her spine, 
appealing to a longing that she was barely aware of. 
 
"I'm an expert in hypnotherapy and your problems will be treated with 
confidentiality, and with concern." The wondrously powerful yet quiet voice 
then gave an address and telephone number for further information. 
 
God knew that Mary needed help with her memory--or to be exact, her lack of 
memory. Mary Batson, Mary Bromfield, Mary Smyth, the names revolved 
endlessly in her brain, the before and the after, the real and assumed 
names so mixed that she could not separate who she was from who she wanted 
to be nor from who she used to be! 
 
At least she knew her name must be Mary, but that was about it. She knew 
she had been adopted as a teenager by the Bromfield family, here in Fawcett 
City. Now, however, as she was nearing her twentieth birthday she felt she 
had to make a special effort to understand the flashes of unwanted 
memories--the images-- that constantly punctuated her dreams. 
 
She loved the Bromfields but she WANTED TO REMEMBER. More than anything 
else she wanted to remember more than just the flashes of red and yellow, 
more than the flashes of lightning and claps of thunder that seemed so much 
a part of her memories, and even more than that she wanted to remember the 
missing word, or call, whatever that was. What was the word, the one that 
summoned the thunder? Maybe Dr. Dominique would be just the person to help 
her remember. 
 
Mary dialed the number. 
 
"Dr. Dominique's office, this is Victoria speaking, how can I help you?" 
 
Mary thought that her voice was even delightful than on the radio. So 
soothing, so relaxing. She involuntarily smiled as she responded. 
 
"Yes, I hope you can. I heard your commercial and I'd like to make an 
appointment to talk to you about some memory problems I'm having. I can't 
seem to remember anything that happened in my life before I was adopted six 
years ago. Do you think you can help me? I want to remember, I really do 
,but I only have confusing visions and images. Nothing is clear. Can you 
help me?" 
 
The urgent needs of the young woman on the other end of the phone were so 
clear, yet so familiar to Victoria Dominique. 
 
"Well, sometime we can help and sometime we can't, but why don't you stop 
by my office around 9:00am tomorrow and we can discuss it, dear?" Her voice 
had a power even now in her soft response. 
 
Promptly at 9:00 o'clock the next day, Mary walked through the door in the 
professional building. She looked at the well-appointed office and saw the 
usual grouping of certificates on the wood paneled walls. According to the 
diplomas, Dominique was a PhD in psychology, a certified hypnotherapist and 
a graduate of an Asian institute specializing in NLP, whatever that was. 
 
"Good Morning," was the quiet greeting that came from behind Mary as she 
was studying the certificates. Startled, she turned quickly to see the 
doctor. She was tall, at least 5'8", a good six inches taller than Mary. 
She was at once both lean and full figured. She had a dancer's body with 
the muscle tone and grace of a ballerina and full, large , firm breasts. 
Her long, dark, lustrous hair framed an achingly beautiful face. The 
hypnotherapist's eyes were Liz Taylor violet, deep, large and compelling. 
Her legs were well-shaped and very, very long. 
 
She was dressed in a well tailored suit, a dark jacket and a matching skirt 
which was both professional and sensual, exposing just the right amount of 
those long sexy legs. A white silk blouse finished the outfit. Mary noticed 
that the top two buttons on the blouse were undone revealing just a peek of 
the full firm breasts and a good view of Dominique's long slender neck. She 
wore dark stockings and high , black, shiny heels. She was stunning! 
 
The hypnotherapist extended her graceful yet firm hand to the younger girl 
and spoke, again, in that same velvet and honey voice Mary had heard in the 
radio ad and on the phone. 
 
" Hi, I'm Dr. Dominique, you must be Mary. I'd really like to help you , 
dear, so let's get started." 
 
Victoria took Mary's hand and took her into an inner office, guiding her to 
a large leather chair. The doctor did not release Mary's hand but continued 
to hold it softly as she took in Mary's beauty. Mary, too, was a very 
pretty young woman. As was her style, she had dressed in a loose fitting 
sweater and a long skirt, clothing designed, it seemed, to conceal her 
considerable physical beauty. Although not nearly as tall as the doctor, 
her breasts were just as large, the contours of her large sweater unable to 
disguise the woman beneath. There was still a hint of childish innocence in 
her face, yet her clear brown eyes reflected a quick intelligence and her 
full red lips hinted of a hidden sensuality. 
 
Dominique felt a tingle working its way upward, thinking to herself, "well 
my sexy young thing, we have quite a few things to do today. I'd wager that 
before our session is over, you will learn much about yourself...and even 
more about me." 
 
Dominique spoke to Mary is a soft, yet authoritative voice, "Often just one 
session of hypnosis will open pathways into the darkness of lost memories. 
Would you be willing to have me place you in a hypnotic trance to reveal 
your past memories?" 
 
Mary hesitated, then nodded, slowly. "Yes, if you think that would help, 
but I've never been hypnotized before, so I don't know if I can." She bit 
her lip nervously and looked around the room, "I just don't know...there 
are so many things I don't know." 
 
Dominique moved just a bit closer to Mary, still holding her hand. Her eyes 
fixed Mary with a compelling stare as she whispered to her. "Its OK, dear, 
just keep holding my hand, darling, and look deeply into my eyes as I speak 
to you.....look Mary....look at me..." 
 
Mary was captivated by the darkly beautiful woman. She loved the sound of 
her sexy voice and found comfort, and something more, in those compelling 
violet eyes. 
 
" Just look into my eyes, dear, and hold my hand...all that exists for you 
are my eyes, my voice and my hand...listen to me...look into my eyes...feel 
my hand...so warm...so soft...hold it tighter....tighter...don't let go, 
Mary... deeper darling...deeper....deeper..." 
 
Mary felt confused. What exactly was happening to her, her body feeling so 
light, almost as if she had slipped into one of her dreams of flight? She 
continued to stare into Dominique's beautiful eyes, feeling more and more 
relaxed each moment. 
 
"Hold me tighter Mary....don't let go....you can't let go...no matter how 
hard you try....you can't let go...so tight.....holding on to my hand 
tighter and tighter....just following my instructions...looking deep into 
my eyes...listening to my commands as I talk to you...holding so 
tightly.....obeying my commands....you CAN'T let go because I don't want 
you to...because I tell you not to let go....even if you try to let go you 
will have to hold on even tighter...because that is what I want...you can't 
let go darling..." 
 
Victoria felt Mary's hand quiver as she felt a chill moving deeply inside 
her, as she tried to release herself from the dark-haired beauty's grip. 
She tried to break the spell Victoria was so skillfully weaving but much to 
the hypnotist's delight Mary's grip quickly re-tightened and then remained 
firm. Mary was quickly falling under Victoria's influence! 
 
The doctor lowered her voice to a sensual almost cat-like purr. "Now, Mary, 
keep looking directly into my eyes....still deeper....deeper...my eyes hold 
your thoughts just as my hand holds yours...you can't look away...you can't 
look away...because I don't wish you to look away...you can't look 
away...can you, darling?' 
 
Mary shook her head, seemingly moving in slow motion. "I_I can't look 
away..." 
 
Mary's head was spinning, she felt so dizzy yet so alert. She couldn't tear 
her eyes away from Victoria's. Somewhere deep in her subconscious an alarm 
bell rang ever louder! If she surrendered herself to Victoria, now, would 
she ever be free again? But the alarm came to late as she found herself 
gazing, helplessly into the hypnotic, violet eyes of the beautiful doctor. 
It was as if Victoria's eyes were ablaze , burning away her will to resist. 
She couldn't look away, she could think of nothing else! 
 
Dr. Dominique's hypnotic words penetrated deeply into Mary's mind, pushing 
aside the girl's own thoughts. The words the woman whispered slowly became 
Mary's thoughts, their minds merging, yet under the control of the woman 
with the violet eyes. 
 
"Mary, darling...as you continue to look deep into my eyes you know that 
most of all you want to obey me...not to resist my commands...just to obey 
each and every order I give to you...you must obey me, darling....obey 
me...obey...obey...you must obey...nod your head if you understand, 
dear..." 
 
Mary nodded without hesitation, "I must obey," she thought, feeling happy 
to have such simplicity in her thoughts again, such clarity_ finally! 
 
"Good, dear...very good..." 
 
Mary's lips turned up into a shy smile, somehow it made her so happy to 
please Dr. Dominique, it seemed so right just to listen...and to obey... 
 
"You may let go of my hand now, Mary, but remember who is in command and 
who must obey...you MUST obey..." 
 
"Yes...Doctor....I...must....obey_always." 
 
"You're going to enjoy this, my little pet," Victoria whispered softly into 
Mary's ear, tiny goosebumps moving across her skin as her soft fingers 
touched the young girl. She pulled the lovely young woman's face toward 
hers. A slight move brought their lips in contact, the doctor's tongue 
darted out, flicking Mary's parted lips. 
 
Mary sighed. 
 
Dominique pulled her closer and pressed her lips harder on Mary's, They 
kissed, hungrily, Victoria's tongue invading the entranced girl's mouth, 
touching, twirling, darting. Wet. Warm, so sensual. 
 
Mary's breath came in gasps as she instinctively reached out to hold the 
doctor, a young girl's passion not restrained, not conscious. Victoria 
pulled away and laughed. 
 
Victoria had often taken advantage of her patients in this way, turning 
them into love slaves. Several times she had even commanded her entranced 
lovers to give her money and valuables from their homes before she had 
released them from her erotic spell. 
 
She now pushed gently away the girl as she spoke. "Let's explore these 
memory problems a bit first, shall we, Mary? Are you a police officer, my 
darling?" 
 
Mary shook her head no and Victoria relaxed a bit. She often worried that 
previous victim's would report her to the authorities and that they would 
send an undercover officer to investigate her. It had never happened but 
she was always cautious. 
 
"Then tell me about yourself, my pet...talk to me...tell me the truth...all 
your truths." 
 
Victoria had expected her command to elicit a little background on the 
entranced beauty just to verify that she wasn't working for the medical 
society or that she wasn't related to any of her previous victim/patients. 
Yet she was not prepared for Mary's revelations, hidden thoughts that were 
now forced to the surface by her hypnotic trance. 
 
Dominique's command to tell the truth had indeed penetrated Mary's 
subconscious and released all her suppressed memories. Her mind was 
suddenly so clear. 
 
"I'm Mary Batson! Billy Batson'd sister! Billy and I got separated and I 
couldn't remember him until now, but now I can remember EVERYTHING. I'm 
also Mary Marvel all I have to do is say the magic word and I become Mary 
Marvel the most powerful woman in the world. I can fly! I'm invulnerable! 
All I have to do is_ I have only to say SHAZAM!" 
 
As she spoke the word, booming thunder shook the office, a bolt of 
lightning crackled across the room, Victoria responding by diving behind 
the couch. Carefully raising her head, she could not see the girl, a 
strange smoke obscuring the girl, a smoke that smelled of burning incense, 
which spoke of an ancient time, or a time that never was. 
 
At the same time, the room was filled with an unknown energy, the power of 
it making Victoria's hair appear to stand upward, her body suddenly 
energized_ energized and aroused! 
 
As the smoke that wasn't smoke drifted away, Victoria could see that in the 
young woman's place a mature, muscular, and very sexy woman now stood. She 
was well over six feet tall and dressed in a familiar red and yellow 
costume. Victoria had seen pictures of Captain Marvel, and this costume was 
very similar to his, similar but ever so feminine. Staring at the taller 
and visibly stronger girl, Victoria rose to her feet, still looking upward 
as a young woman named Mary Marvel looked down at her. She saw that Mary's 
eyes were now confused, her head shaking gently, her long brown hair 
flying, as she was clearly breaking free of the hypnotic spell! 
 
Marvel spoke in a voice that was deeper and richer, a voice that did not 
belong to such a young woman, the voice of a superwoman. " How dare you try 
to take advantage of an innocent like Mary? She came to you for help and 
you were seducing her. You_ you bitch!" 
 
Victoria observed the caped super hero shaking her head. The woman's 
breathing had become deep and normal, not the regular, shallow pattern of 
someone in a hypnotic trance. In fact, her eyes were quickly becoming clear 
and bright, not at all like the vacant stare of just moments ago. There had 
been some kind of mystical change in Mary and she was breaking free. 
Victoria had to act quickly. 
 
The doctor looked up into Mary's beautiful yet strong face. She focused her 
violet eyes on Marvel. In spite of the other physical changes, the woman's 
brown eyes still looked the same. Dominique narrowed her powerful gaze to 
exert her full hypnotic powers on the super heroine, taking a deep breath 
as she continued. 
 
"Have you forgotten who is to command and who is to obey? Remember, I am in 
command and you must obey....look into my eyes and remember.....look, 
Mary...look...." 
 
Mary Marvel, by the power of SHAZAM, stood towering over the hypnotist. Her 
body filled the red and yellow Marvel costume to tightly, breasts that were 
not of this world jutting out, gravity having no effect on such a woman. 
Victoria looked at the yellow boots, the white cape, and the lightning 
bolt, symbolizing power, emblazoned across the dramatic curves of her 
chest. Marvel WAS the strongest woman in the world , physically. But no one 
in the world, but not even a super human, not even one with such alien 
powers, was immune to the power of hypnotic suggestion. And Victoria was 
the Mistress of hypnotic dominance. She had entranced many men and women 
before and they had all become her willing slaves for as long as she willed 
them to be so. No one had ever been immune to her beauty nor her power. She 
knew she must try to overcome this super powered woman or suffer the 
consequences. She took another deep breath and focused all her 
concentration on the mental struggle ahead. The dark hypnotist spoke 
softly, her voice compelling Mary's attention. 
 
Mary fought against the influence, muscles that could tear steel flexed, 
muscle opposing muscle as she tryed to avert her gaze, to look away from 
Dominique's violet eyes. But she was too weak, try as she might, the 
hypnotist's soft commanding voice penetrated Mary's mind, spoke to her 
soul, urging, asking, tempting, commanding her to look at her! 
 
"Look at me, Mary...remember how easy it was to obey me? To let all your 
troubles go away...to let me control.....to obey me...to obey....let me 
have control Mary....obey me Mary, darling.....give up Mary....give 
up......all you have to do is to look into my eyes and 
surrender......surrender......" 
 
Marvel knew she could fly away. She knew she could smash Dominique like a 
bug. But it seemed so much easier to obey instead, to let the doctor 
control her thoughts ...to obey...to surrender. The strongest woman in the 
world was gazing into Victoria's deep, compelling violet eyes_ and she 
could not look away. 
 
Dominique kept talking in her soothing, relaxing, hypnotic voice. 
"Mary....relax....let me have control....don't fight against it.....you 
want me to be in command....you want to obey my every command....you want 
to obey me.....you must obey me because...you love me....." 
 
This was the riskiest part of the hypnotic induction, but if she was to 
subjugate this awesome super hero completely she had to use every 
psychological weapon at her disposal. Love was the strongest bond of all. 
Yet if Mary had no sexual feelings for Victoria she could break free of the 
spell at any time. But Victoria had remembered the sigh when she had first 
kissed Mary Bromfield. She counted on her sexual power as well as her 
hypnotic influence to enslave the caped heroine. 
 
She continued fearlessly. "From the moment you saw me, you wanted me, 
darling, you desired me...you loved me...as you look so deeply into my eyes 
you know what I say is true...you are a slave to my love, Mary, yes my 
love! You will do anything I ask...anything I command Mary...because you 
love me....say it Mary....say it Mary......say it..." 
 
As she stared helplessly into Victoria's eyes, Mary knew it was true, it 
must be true! Dr. Dominique was so lovely. Her face, her lips, her 
eyes...so beautiful. Her full lush body so sensual. It was true she loved 
her. But it was wrong to love her! She was a woman. She shouldn't. She 
wouldn't. 
 
Mary was frozen in place as the doctor moved closer, her body trembling 
visibly as Dominique reached out and haltingly touched the softness of 
Mary's breast. Under the red costume her nipples became erect, the doctor's 
expert touch was so erotic. 
 
"Ohhhhh, that feels so good....Oh, Victoria...." 
 
The hypnotist reached up and gently entwined her fingers in Mary's long 
brown hair. She knew she had no chance, physically, of forcing Mary's head 
to move. Yet she now controlled the young woman's powerful body before her, 
the steely contours of a girl whose muscles were not of this world. 
 
Still, she whispered so softly in her ear, "Give up, Mary...surrender to 
me!" And with that, she gently pulled Mary's head down so that they were 
eye to eye, superheroine facing hypnotist, the contest of wills determined 
so many minutes before. 
 
Mary was unable to resist. 
 
Victoria again focused her powerful hypnotic gaze on the now helpless 
superheroine. Eye to eye, their lips almost touching, Mary felt so 
powerless, so wonderful! 
 
She knew she could not even exist now without the approval of her beautiful 
Mistress. Marvel was ready to surrender everything to Dominique. Her body. 
Her mind. Even her very soul. Her brown eyes lost focus and went blank, 
staying open in a vacant, mindless stare. Her mouth opened softly, her full 
red lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with her excited 
breathing. 
 
Victoria smiled in triumph. It was obvious that Marvel was in a deep trance 
and was open to any suggestion, any order, any command. Mary was now in her 
control, her powerful body now owned by the doctor. Mary smiled vacantly, a 
simple joy filling her, a joy at just being near her new owner, her lover. 
 
A broad, evil, yet sexy smile grew broader on Dominique' face as she spoke. 
"Mary Marvel...kneel before me and tell me what you desire most in this 
world." 
 
The brunette's knees suddenly felt weak and, as ordered, she fell to her 
knees in front of the ever dominant hypnotist. Tears ran down her pretty 
cheeks as she grasped the hem of Victoria's short skirt and begged her. "I 
want you to love me." 
 
Dominique silently thrust her fist into the air as she grinned wickedly. 
Out loud, she spoke to no one, to everyone, expecting no response, turning 
her head toward the heavens. "Yes! Now she's mine!" 
 
Marvel continued to cry softly, tears falling from her dimpled cheeks. "Yes 
Mistress" and nodded her agreement, unable to deny even the slightest 
urgings of the sensual hypnotist. 
 
Dominique liked the sound of that word_ "Mistress!" Yes, she was a 
Mistress, in control of the strongest woman in the world, perhaps the most 
beautiful woman in the world! Marvel would do anything --steal anything, 
destroy any enemy_all for her. God she felt invincible! 
 
Victoria walked over to a sofa on the other side of the office. She crooked 
her finger towards Marvel and spoke, "Come here to me Mary...no don't get 
up...stay on your knees...crawl to me.......come to me my slave..." 
 
The red and yellow clad woman followed her orders and crawled sensually to 
her owner. 
 
Victoria felt light-headed, giddy with her power as the girl moved 
gracefully across the floor, her body almost floating, moving unlike any 
other woman. Reaching beside her, she lifted a heavy statue from the 
end-table, the solid bronze bust taxing even her considerable strength. 
Looking down at the girl as she prostrated herself before her, Victoria 
tested her reputed powers of invulnerability, swing the statue downward, 
striking the girl's forehead with it, the ring of bronze striking flesh 
that was stronger than any steel rang through the room. A blow that would 
crush an ordinary woman's skull did not even have the power to change the 
expression of the girl who kneeled before her! Shocked at the ease with 
which the girl shrugged off the mightly blow, she composed herself, 
speaking sharply to her. 
 
"Rise to your feet Mary, stand before me!" 
 
Victoria's heart was pounding, her breath coming in excited gasps as the 
tall girl rose to her feet, her face nearly six inches taller than 
Victoria's, her body seemingly sculpted from sensuous steel by a sculptor 
with a superhuman imagination. Victoria saw the promise of enormous power 
beneath curves that were softly feminine, yet were formed of flesh that did 
not belong to a human woman! 
 
Her voice was strained as she struggled to lift and hand the bronze bust to 
the girl, Victoria noticed only the slightest tensioning of the girl's arms 
and shoulders as she took the weight from her. Holding it casually, the 
weight inconsequential to such a being, the girl looked back at her with a 
quizzical expression on her face. 
 
"Mary_ Mary Marvel_ I want you to show me your strength, your power. Show 
me how you are now different than any woman who has ever walked this planet 
before you!" 
 
An innocent, almost a shy smile lit the girl's face, a mixture of pride and 
embarrassment suddenly making her look so appealing, so young. Despite 
having used her powers publicly so many times before, she had never before 
deliberately shown off the strength she possessed in this form. 
 
Holding the statue before her, the woman's and the girl's eyes looked 
downward, the tendons on the back of Mary's hands suddenly growing so 
pronounced, tendons like steel cables rising along the back of her hands 
and across her wrists, her skintight costume moving in such exciting ways! 
 
Victoria could barely breathe as she saw the bronze moving, squeezing 
outward from fingers that were now empowered with a strength beyond human 
kin, muscles that did not belong on this Earth slowly flexing across her 
arms, breasts rising upward so rounded as the underlying power was slowly 
unleashed. The bronze casting of Dr. Freud yielded to the girl's strength 
as if it was made of the softest modeling clay, the venerable image of the 
famous man distorting as the girl molded and shaped his form almost 
unconsciously, her eyes rising back to meet Victoria's. Her face now 
radiated with pride, the unfettered and naked display of her powers, of her 
superhuman muscles, filled her with pride. She was not an ordinary girl, 
she was not like any girl who had ever lived. She was Mary_ Mary Marvel! 
 
Victoria could not resist the curves that appeared across the girl's upper 
body, impossibly sensuous curves appearing in places that had only been 
hinted at before. Her breathing was coming in gasps as she struggled to 
speak. 
 
"Mary_ my love_ let me see your body...now!" 
 
Demonstrating her awesome power, Mary casually tore the statue into two 
pieces, dropping the warmly distorted metal to the floor. Hands that had 
just molded metal in their powerful grasp now clawing at her costume, 
removing first her cape, then the boots, and finally the short red skirt, 
exposing her impossibly taut naked body to Victoria's lustful gaze. Her 
full breasts heaved upward from her excitement, her nipples stood pink and 
so erect. Moving her eyes downward, Dominique was staggered as she saw the 
girl's clitoris parting her nether lips, reaching out nearly a half inch, 
so pink, so needful! 
 
Her own legs grew weak as she sank to her knees, her fingers gently 
reaching out to touch this superheroine's clitoris, the sensation of her 
touch sending shivers of passion through the doctor, and through the 
omnipotent supergirl who towered above her! 
 
"I love that...I love you...Mistress..." Mary gasped, her body exploding in 
warm tingles as she was touched in ways she had never experienced before. 
 
Her delicate kisses replaced her fingers for a moment before Victoria used 
all her willpower, restraining herself as she rose back to her feet. 
 
"Now undress me my lovely slave." 
 
Mary smiled so softly as she gently unbuttoned and removed the doctor's 
suit coat, now wrinkled from the morning's passionate activities. Then she 
lovingly removed the doctor's skirt and blouse. She used her shining strong 
teeth to removed the black silk panties the hypnotist wore, savoring the 
fragrant juices that Victoria had exuded, her tongue stroking upward to 
capture those that had escaped her fragrant sex, all the while feeling so 
sexy and so powerful. Rising upward, Victoria's bra fell to the floor as 
Mary gently held her now exposed breasts, the grip of her powerful hands so 
much gentler now than they had been only minutes before. Her fingers 
flicked across the older woman's wildly tingling nipples, the softness of 
the girl's touch, of her silky skin, the latent power of her hands 
thrilling the older woman. 
 
Again that wicked, powerful smile played across the doctor's face as she 
whispered, "My toes, darling....kiss them." 
 
Marvel fell immediately to her knees, kissing and licking Victoria's feet, 
suddenly reduced from towering superhero to foot slave with just a barely 
spoken request. 
 
Dominique reached down with both hands and cradled Mary's face between 
them. She gently guided her brown-haired servant up, her lips tracing a 
path up Victoria's body, embracing her. Their breasts touched, the 
thrilling softness of femme touching femme, of two women, one so 
empowered,both so impassioned. Dominique boldly kissed Mary in an open 
mouthed, exciting kiss, tongues intertwined, lips moving, searching, warm, 
wet. 
 
Victoria knew Marvel was totally helpless, enslaved by her spell, helpless 
to resist her. But she wanted to dominate her so completely that she would 
NEVER be able to free herself. 
 
She again stared sensuously, powerfully, into Mary's eyes, knowing she was 
totally in control, "Look into my eyes Mary....you can never resist 
me...anytime I command it...now and forever...you are mine....embrace 
me....love me ...obey me....love me....obey me.... FOREVER..." 
 
Mary was just her toy as she stare powerlessly into those deep violet eyes, 
their gaze reaching to the very depths of her soul! She was helpless before 
Victoria Dominique. She stared vacantly into her eyes. She nodded. "Oh, yes 
my Mistress," her arms passionately embracing her dark Goddess, muscles 
that were far more than simply human starting to flex ever so gently, yet 
with a power that could bend the hardest steel! 
 
Victoria gasped as she felt the air rush out of her lungs, the softly bare 
and perfect breasts of Mary Marvel pressing so firmly against the softly 
yielding contours of her own. Struggling against the sudden pressure, her 
breasts suddenly flattened against her own chest by ones so much firmer, 
Victoria struggled to fill her lungs. Yet Mary embraced her harder and 
harder, the gentleness of her soft passionate smile belying the immense 
pressures that had begun to bend Victoria's ribs inward! 
 
Struggling with all her considerable strength, the doctor tried to speak, 
to push Mary away from her, to command Mary to let go. Her violet eyes grew 
wild, the doctor suddenly realizing that she had made a grave mistake, that 
this young and innocent girl would only do as she had been told, unable to 
stop her as the Mary's powerful unyielding embrace slowly collapsed her 
lungs, leaving her without the ability to speak, without the ability to 
command her to stop! 
 
But she didn't have to speak, she didn't have to command the young girl. 
Mary remembered her orders so clearly. They echoed vibrantly in her 
entranced brain, Victoria's words so clear, her passion so powerful. 
 
"Hold on Mary...don't let go...you can't let go....if you try to let go you 
will just have to hold on tighter....tighter Mary....you can't let 
go...tighter." 
 
She heard the commands in her head, over and over, fantastic femme muscles 
flexing with but a fraction of the strength that had made Mary Marvel a 
living legend! 
 
And in less than a second, it was all over. Mary felt a crunch, much like 
the collapse of a child's balsa wood airplane in a strong man's hands. 
Victoria's body snapped in half, collapsing against the unyielding steel of 
her own! 
 
The doctor went limp, a look of growing frustration on Mary's face as her 
arms suddenly closed completely to embrace the firmness of her own body, a 
expression that quickly turned to horror as she looked down at the woman 
she still held. The doctor's magnificent body was now no larger than a 
small child, her formerly magnificent body compressed into the cleavage of 
her own proud breasts! A gasp of horror escaped Mary's lips as she 
panicked, dropping the lifeless body of the doctor to the floor, the 
boneless remains that a moment before had been a strong vital woman 
crumpling grotesquely and broken at her feet. 
 
Her mind suddenly freed by the doctor's unexpected demise, Mary's eyes 
blinked several times, her own thoughts returning in a rush as she appeared 
to wake from a dream, a nightmare! Mary simply stood and looked at the 
crumpled, lifeless body, momentarily overcome by what she had done. Yet the 
memories of Victoria's exploitation rushed in on her, her mind's eye seeing 
the last half hour so clearly now. 
 
She shook as if from a sudden chill, a tight knot forming deep in her 
stomach. She suddenly knew she had to get away from here! Moving almost too 
fast to see, she ran about the room, gathering her things, running out into 
the waiting room with her costume in her arms, the eyes of two waiting 
patients momentarily meeting hers, the man's eyes moving downward across 
her perfect body, her beauty and her nudity shocking him! 
 
Turning her back to the two humans, she felt an eerie calm suddenly coming 
over her, suddenly realizing that what had happened was not really her 
fault. The stares of the woman and the man did not concern her now as she 
slowly pulled her red and yellow costume back on, her nudity become only 
virtual once again as the skintight costume covered her upper body, as she 
pulled her short skirt up over her marvelously long legs. And as she 
dressed, she contemplated what had just happened. 
 
She now clearly remembered her past, and saw her future as Mary Marvel. Yet 
she had just killed the woman who had freed her mind, as she had tried to 
enslave it in a new kind of prison. She knew that she had been helpless to 
resist those imagined commands to hold tighter, yet she still felt the 
horror of splintering bones and crumbling flesh as it had yielded against 
the steel of her own body! 
 
She now knew how she had become Mary Batson, then the Mary Bromfield, then 
Mary Smyth, she even knew the power that was contained in her glorious body 
now, the power of Mary Marvel. 
 
Walking confidently out the door and down the hallway, she turned the 
corner just as she whispered the word. 'SHAZAM'! And the shy petite twenty 
year old Mary Bromfield suddenly reappeared from a drifting cloud of 
vaporous smoke that was not smoke. Yet this Mary also remembered. 
 
Now she had to find her brother Billy, and locate the cave, but could she 
ever tell them about today? 
 
Probably not. 
 
Sharon Best 
Aurora Universe, Copyright 1995,1996 
Home Page: http://www.indra.net/~sharonb/aurora.htm 
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