Victorious Valiant Valkyrie #001
Author's Note: this story is a bit of a departure from most of my previous work, although I intend to eventually make it something of a sub-series. The basic idea is that, while most of my other stories feature one or more of my superheroines getting in various unfortunate misadventures, here they get to succeed in an appropriately heroic manner, like in a 'proper' comic book. But, since this is still porn, we're going to focus only on the part of their adventure where they get an opportunity to have a bunch of sex (and take it, obviously - super-lady's got to get in when she can). So more or less this would be the part of the 'regular' comic where we fade to black and then fade back in. (The #001 bit isn't intended to be literal, but a comic book numbering pastiche, and a way to differentiate these stories from my more typical fare if I end up doing several of them).
Acknowledgements: thanks to fellow author Nocomeuppance for serving as a beta-reader and general advisor on a few aspects of this work. Any remaining errors are, obviously, entirely my own.
All characters appearing in this work are over the age of eighteen.
The early morning sun shone down from a fresh and clear blue sky, across the picturesque beauty of Founder's Park in downtown Beachport. It shone down upon the trees, and ponds, and flowers. It shone upon the police, crouched behind their scorched cars, clutching their weapons in shaking hands. It shone upon the army of mind-wiped citizens, entrenched behind improvised barriers, their mass-produced laser rifles pointed back out but, for the moment, silent. And it gleamed upon the rocket-ship Relentless that stood, tall and proud and menacing, jutting up from the very center of the park.
"BWAHAHAHA!" Mind Prime cackled.
The supervillain stood on the circular main deck of the rocket as if it were a penthouse office atop a skyscraper. He was clad in light blue spandex, with golden yellow boots, gloves and speedo - but while traditional, given his actual physique, these choices were rather unfortunate. Looking down, he had a clear view of the standoff in the park on all sides below through the several tall windows that stretched down the sides of the rocket. But, the deadly confrontation far below did not seem to concern him. The mind-wiped civilians' status as both hostage and minions was keeping the police at bay... but even if they advanced it was too late. The launch of his nigh-invulnerable rocket was virtually assured.
"Yes!" Mind Prime purred. "My victory is all but complete..."
Around him upon the deck of the rocket were arrayed three upright acceleration couches - necessary to survive the extreme G-forces of his experimental rocket's launch. Two were empty, but one was already occupied. Stalking over, Mind Prime leered down at his current wiggling prisoner: the raven-haired young super-sidekick known as Vestal.
"You tried to stop me, dear," he purred. "But you failed... and now you are my prize!"
Refusing to speak, the athletic eighteen-year-old just glared back up at him menacingly, her lips quivering. But with her hands cuffed behind her, and her feet chained to a spreader bar, she was pinned in place even before the restraints that kept her attached to the upright single-person couch. She squirmed and thrashed - but it was useless, since the villain had already taken her magic belt.
"Yes, struggle," Mind Prime gloated, watching her lithe body wriggle against its bonds to no avail - clad in its trademark pink-and-gold bikini costume and little else. "With you in my custody, my master plan is almost complete! Soon we will launch! Only one person can stop me now..."
A sly smile spread across his lips. Reaching back, he drew a strange weapon from his belt, and then whirled, pointing it at the door - just before it slid open to reveal a tall, athletic, and gorgeous bikini-clad blonde standing in the passageway just behind.
"Valiant Valkyrie!" Mind Prime cackled, delighted. And, before the shocked superheroine could react, he leveled his sleek ray-gun down menacingly, to point at the exact center between her enormous bra-cup-straining breasts.
"Oh!" Valiant Valkyrie yelped. Only halfway into the door, one foot still back on the launch gantry, she gasped and froze - her blue eyes going wide behind her mask.
"Sorry, my dear," Mind Prime purred. His eyes ran with relish up and down her stunning immortal body, clad as it was in little but a blue and gold bikini, matching boots and gloves, and of course her magic golden belt. "My sensors detected you minutes ago," he informed her snidely. "I let you on board anyways, because... well, what's better than one hot super-body to help me celebrate my triumph, if not two?" He cackled. Then he motioned her towards one of the empty acceleration couches. "Now be a good girl, and come on in."
Valkyrie swallowed, still staring at his gun. She knew from unfortunate past experience his D-Ray would cut right through the defenses of even her belt. She had no way to know what it would do to her, without knowing what sort of crystal was loaded - whether it would shrink her down, swell her up, or transform her body in any number of other fiendish and horrifying ways... but whatever it was, she couldn't afford to take the risk.
"Alright," she said.
Moving slowly at gunpoint, she sidled over until she stood upon two circles indicated on the floor in front of the upright couch. Then she gasped, as suddenly mechanical arms darted out, seized her wrists and ankles, and jerked them back, pinning her in place within the acceleration couch. The villain had apparently been expecting her: the foam cutout she was pulled back into was already perfectly proportioned for her stunning super-human curves.
"Yes! YES!" Mind Prime laughed. Moving back and forth he admired each of his gorgeous prizes in turn, supple young raven-haired Vestal, and stupendously buxom blonde Valkyrie, and rubbed his hands with glee. "Once I am ruler of this world, I can think of no two finer brides with which to begin breeding my bevy of princelings!" He looked down at Valkyrie and grinned with relish. "You even came appropriately dressed to be my new adoring Queen!" he said, referring to his own light blue spandex, and unfortunate speedo - which almost matched her own defiantly skimpy and glorious blue-and-gold costume.
"That will never happen!" Valkyrie promised, shaking her masked head.
"That's what you think!" Mind Prime cackled. "Now, with you here, I am no longer waiting on any more deliveries. We can begin!"
Stepping back, Mind Prime settled into the third and final acceleration couch. All three faced the center, giving him a pair of lovely views to enjoy throughout his moment of triumph. He hastily stashed his gun in his belt, then lifted his hands into place. Somewhat less hostile restraints zipped up, and sealed him into position for the ascent. Despite his bravado, the longer he delayed, the greater risk some other superhuman might come and try to stop him. Now that he had a full cargo of beautiful busty prisoners to service him on the flight, there was no point in delaying a second longer.
"Rocket - launch!" he announced, eagerly.
