Missy Mounds was a mild mannered veterinarian in the growing metropolis of St. Charles. Missy Mounds hadn't always been Missy Mounds. Captain Marvelous hadn't always been Captain Marvelous. Captain Marvelous has always been Missy Mounds.
Missy's parents, Captain Lucious Testes and his lovely wife Hymen, sent their only child Calescent away from their home planet of Climax in an escape pod before it exploded from the intense seizures it had been experiencing deep within its core. The pod landed with a crash on the outskirts of St. Charles, where Orville and Edna Mounds found her and her crumpled pod in their field. They took the child in and raised her as their own, never mentioning to anyone the exact circumstance of how she came into their lives. The story they told was she was their niece. Her parents had passed away and they had taken her into their home.
Missy learned of her powers early on. Over time, she learned to control them. Lightning fast speed. The strength of ten men. The ability to fire thunderbolts from the palms of her hands. And the ability to control minds. She knew these powers could be used for good or evil. She chose good.
Dr. Charles Dikinher had been a respected scientist and neurosurgeon. His ambition and greed grew out of control. With his money and influence, he was taking over St. Charles and the expanding area. His money bought him police departments, judges, and politicians. He had free reign. His power turned to the dark side. He was performing dark and dastardly experiments. People were disappearing at an alarming rate. He wanted to create a new world order, with St. Charles as his test laboratory.
Missy knew something -- someone -- had to stop him. He became her sworn enemy. And she his.
The press, with their twisted sense of humor, dubbed him Dr. Dik. Headlines screamed
"Doctor Dik Strikes Again!"
in large, bold type on a regular basis. That's when Captain Marvelous came into being.
Captain Marvelous began making appearances all around the city, stopping Dr. Dikinher's minions from doing his dastardly deeds. Her disguise was outlandish. Eye catching. Distracting. She stood six feet tall. A tall woman with curves to match. 38DD-26-36 inches of toned and tanned blonde beauty. Her legs adorned red, white and blue knee-high boots with ominous looking high heels. Her hips wore something that looked more like armored female boy shorts panties. They were blue with a red waist and white piping. A glorified bikini top with the look of an American flag struggled to contain her 38 specials. Gold bracelets adorned her wrists, giving her the ability to deflect a speeding bullet. A red mask concealed her eyes and a gold tiara wrapped around her forehead. This enhanced her ability to perform her mind control capabilities.
The press, again exercising their twisted humor, dubbed her Captain Marvelous. No, not because of the marvelous deeds she was performing. But because of her marvelous curves that were being displayed on what was becoming a regular basis.
One day, Missy was in her veterinarian office like any other day when she sensed an alarm going off somewhere in the city. She raced off to her office and flipped a switch. In seconds, two walls spun and her ordinary, every day office was turned into Captain Marvelous control center.
"An alarm is going off at an abandoned chemical warehouse at the docks," she said to herself. "That warehouse has been abandoned for years. I'd better check it out."
In a flash, mild mannered Missy Mounds was Captain Marvelous, racing her way across the city to see what was happening at the docks.
When she arrived, she noticed the padlock on the door to the warehouse had been cut and the door was ajar. She slid through the creeky door as stealthily as she could. The area was lit only by the cracks in the weather worn roof. She stepped to the center of the large room.
"Nobody here. That's odd." Her senses were tingling. Then she heard noises in the next room. "Better check it out."
There she spied two men hauling industrial drums out to a loading dock in the back of the building. The drums were obviously heavy. The large, muscled men had to use large dollies to haul the goods. Whatever was inside glowed. You could see the bright green glow even through the seal of the drums. She raced to the center of the room, mere feet from the men.
"Hey there! Stop what you're doing right now!" She touched her fingers to her temples, triggering her mind control ability. "Put those drums down and step away from the barrels."
Like puppets, the two men did exactly as instructed. They gently put the barrels down, took two steps back, and stood there as if they were frozen in time. Then Missy heard a whistling.
It was too late.
The whistling was the sound of a 2x4 headed straight for her skull. The wood cracked against her head and snapped in half. The force sent her tiara sailing across the room and her body crashing to the ground.
Moments later she found herself flat on her back on the cold cement floor. She was groggy and her head ached. She had a man on each arm and a third on her chest. And she had a syringe in her mouth.
"Wakey wakey, sunshine," the man on her chest said. He pressed the plunger of the syringe down. He pinched her nose while the other two men clamped her mouth shut.
Her mouth filled with a thick, salty liquid. Try as she might not to, she eventually had to swallow whatever it was they had force fed her.
The three men hesitantly climbed off her.
"Fuck, I hope the boss is right about this, or we're dead men," said the short, stocky fiend.
"Don't worry. The boss is always right," the tall, overly-muscled one who was on her chest said quite confidently.
Missy shook her head and rubbed the knot that was forming where the lumber had landed.
"Ohhhhhh, now you bastards are going to...ughhhh. What the fuck?" She shook her head again. "What the hell? I feel...I feel...my mind, it's too groggy. I...I...oh my god, something's not right. You...you men have to..." She pressed her fingers to her temple, pnly to find her tiara gone. "Shit! Where's my tiara?"
"Feelin' a little powerless? Not so marvelous, Captain Marvelous?" the muscle bound southern boy drawled.
"Oh gawd. I'm so...tingly. This can't be!" She fell onto the ground flat on back. Her head was swimming. "What was that you bastards gave me?"
The tall one smiled and chuckled. "A special concoction Dr. Dikinher mixed up himself. Just for you."
Panic flashed through her foggy brain. "No! Not...not..."
The tall one nodded. "Yup. A highly concentrated dose of his ejaculate. His sperm. His spunk. His cum."
Captain Marvelous had one weakness. Sperm. When injected into her system she became temporarily defenseless. Worse yet, the more she got, the more she wanted.
She scowled. "Oh, you fuckers are gonna pay, and pay dearly." She shot her arm out and flicked her wrist. The redneck flinched. Nothing. No lightning bolt shot out from the palm of her hand, not even a spark. She did a quick leg sweep. She struck the tall man in the shin. It felt like she'd broken every bone in her foot. Her strength of ten men had dwindled to one of a schoolgirl. The three men laughed.
"Yeah, well, I ain't worried about it at the moment," the short one said. He smiled at his two accomplices. "Looks like it worked."
"Yup. And y'all heard what the boss said. If we didn't die, he fig'ered we had 'bout an hour of play time with her." The three chuckled at the thought.
"So what're we waiting for?!" the tall one asked.
