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Preface

"How about a prequel? Everyone loves prequels." As usual Homer Simpson speaks for us all. Nightwing316 proved him right with his devastating tour de force Solar Woman story Friends For Life. A good prequel provides resolution to unanswered questions, and shows the hero(ine)s in their glory days. This takes place shortly after the events of Friends For Life.

After reading through the written stories on Mr. X's and the Wizard's sites I was surprised no one had chronicled the further adventures of Mystique Maiden. She is a truely unique and original superheroine. With little to no hand-to-hand combat skills she relies on her willpower and imagination to fuel the mysterious and powerful Starlight Sceptre. I am an avid fan of the DC comics hero Green Lantern and the Marvel comics master mage Dr. Strange. While the first few chapters are about a confused young woman coming to grips with her destiny, it will evolve into an otherworldly, mystical adventure.

I am new to this genre of erotic superheroines, at least so far as writing about them. So I would really appreciate any comments or suggestions from my fellow story tellers.

Mystique Maiden:

The Family Business

Chapter 1: A bewitching encounter

by The Chronicler

A flittingly nippy breeze floated across the shimmering lake. It passed over a lone curvaceous figure, who embraced it with an involuntary shudder. The full moon, reflecting off the calm surface of the water, partially illuminated some of the striking feminine features of this young woman. Trembling, she absent-mindedly brushed back her thick, red hair with one hand, while holding a golden sceptre in the other. Her voluminous breasts heaved with deep, rapid breaths. Her nipples, excited by the cold wind, stood at attention beneath her flimsy, longsleeve ankle-length nightgown. Her full red lips were parted as if she wanted to speak, and after several minutes she finally did.

"Oh wow," was all she managed to say. Even that much took a lot of effort. It was a hesitant, bewildered, almost frightened utterance. And this was for a good reason. The last words she spoke caused what, so far in her boring and mediocre life, was the most exhilerating and terrifying thing to ever happen. Looking down at her left hand she gripped the golden sceptre tighter. For many years she had seen her mother use it, but this was her first night with the powers of Mystique Maiden. The rod had appeared at the foot of her bed only minutes ago, it's brilliant blue and white light startling her from sleep. She had timidly taken hold of it, knowing that it would seek her out if her mother was compromised. And then whispered, 'Now I can fly.'

And fly she did, straight through her bedroom window with such speed that it didn't even shatter with the impact. It was as if she phased past it, no contact or collision, as effortlessly as a beam of light. Before she knew it she was miles above her home. It took great concentration to slow her ascent. She then bobbed back down until she was just above the well lit skyscrapers of Star City. And decided she needed to go somewhere private to learn to use this new power.

The shocking sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs shook her awareness back to the present. She turned to see three women walking serenely out of the dense woods toward her. While partially shrouded in shadows, their breathtaking curves and proportions caught trickles of light from the moon. Their tight, firm bodies showed no signs of clothing, just smooth, silky white skin.

Isabelle Caste blinked and shook her head, not believing what she saw. When she opened her eyes there were now three young girls, dressed in modest and typical schoolgirl uniforms, staring back at her. They each had their arms crossed, and were shivering. They were several feet away from the edge of the lake and their features were somewhat obscured by the darkness.

"Can you please help us," they asked together with soft, squeaky voices.

Isabelle smiled and walked across the sand toward the woods where the girls stood, her barefeet taking slow, small steps. Something about this did not quite feel right. As she approached them, they turned and ran into the woods, the bushes and foliage enveloping them almost immediately.

"Wait," she cried after the fleeing girls. "Come back. Don't be afraid."

A slight rustling of leaves and a sound like either crying or giggling led her away from the lake, deep into the dense woods. They seemed to be heading in the direction of a small flickering light, which grew larger as she approached it. She was running at almost top speed. The woods were thick with briars and bushes that lacerated her long pink nightgown.

I must have scared them, she thought. And was therefore worried about using her powers to close the distance between them faster. Instead she intently struggled through the brambles, whimpering as they tore off huge strips of her sleepwear. It was like the sharp bushes were waiting for her, and attacked with precision.

A nick just below her jiggling breasts, a rip across her firm ass, but her long and shapely legs kept pumping. It was nearly imperceptable because her taut, muscular skin remained unscathed. No scars, cuts or bruises, as if the incisive briars only had eyes for her delicate nightgown. The rending continued as she ran: exposing her sweet, broad hips, her lustrous navel, her gorgeous sweaty arms. A small lithe branch glided down in front of her. It caught on one of the torn areas and completely ripped off the clothing below her knees. Another, from above, grabbed ahold of the nick beneath her breasts. Her foward movement opened and separated the fabric straight up her abundant cleavage, almost to the neckline of her gown.

This stopped her in her tracks. Carefully she removed the clinging branch before it caused her sensitive, heated bosom to spill out completely. She looked down at the ruined remains of her favorite, most comfortable sleepwear, at her now bare knees, shins and feet. Just ahead was the sound of giggling, and a crackling huge bonfire. As she stepped into the clearing the first thing she noticed was the three young schoolgirls she was expecting to see were not there. Instead there were three women, perhaps in their early 30s, completely naked and standing around the fire.

They had bodies any supermodel would die for, large breasts with nipples bigger than silver dollars. Their luxurious and smooth skin, and tight heart-shaped asses showed no evidence of age. It took a minute before they acknowledged her presence. During that time she looked around the clearing and saw no tent, no cooking supplies, nothing even to chop the wood for their fire.

"This is the new protector for this plane of existence?"

They spoke in unison as they turned to face her. Isabelle started to speak. She was something of a ditz and certainly had no idea what a plane of existence was. But as she began to say something the bonfire, with its flames already reaching a good 8 feet high, let loose a mushroom-shaped red and purple explosion.

"Ha, she is a child, a fool," the three women said as Isabelle jerked back from the unexpected eruption.

"Hey!" Isabelle finally managed to speak out. Her grip tightened on the Starlight Sceptre.

"She seeks to carry the mantle of her ancestors. Let us test her."

The women then raised their hands above their heads, as if they were trying to touch the tops of the immense trees surrounding the clearing. They stood on their tiptoes and steam seemed to simmer and waft off their naked flesh. A strange, unnatural surge of electricity filled the air. And as one, they pointed at her.

Simultaneously, from every direction, the woods came to life. Vines wrapped around her tender ankles and pulled her tantalizing legs out from under her. She hit the ground with a concussive thud. A tree limb, about an inch wide, extended from behind. It snaked over her shoulder, beneath the neckline of her gown, between her soft round 40DD breasts, down past her flat, tan stomach, and ripped apart the front of what remained of her clothing. From the left and the right two more branches came and dragged away the ragged strips of cloth before she knew what was happening.

"Oh, what.." She had the wind knocked out of her when she hit the ground, and was starting to regain what little remained of her composure.

Now two vines came in from the left and the right, each whipping and wrapping around her tingling, supple arms. She was effectively pinned, and held fast to the cold earth. Her body started to writhe, back arching, head twisting back and forth. But she was unable to stand. The vines around her ankles spread her legs, as another tree limb came from in front of her. This one was aimed at a much more delicate area, between her enticingly spread legs.

"Enough of this," said Isabelle with a hint of desperation in her voice. "It's time to WEED THE GARDEN."

With that a huge set of gardening shears-easily 10 feet from handle to blade-glowing dark green with specks of light green, appeared over her. It snipped all the vines and the approaching branch with ease, and then promptly disappeared. Isabelle rose to her feet. The flickering flames of the bonfire cast fluttering sparkles of light across her now-naked form. Her fluffy ruby lips and grey-green eyes were pursed in an expression of defiance and wonderment at what she just did. Her perky nipples, engorged by the excitement and hypersensitive due to the cold air, were the same reddish hue as her rectangular, well-trimmed pubic patch. She brushed the dirt off her glorious celluloid-free ass, and looked up at the three women.

"Her concentration is noteworthy, as is her imagination," they said together.

"Who are you," she asked them.

They looked at each other for a moment and then answered: "We are your ancestors. We brought you here to test you."

"Did I pass?"

"Yes, come sit with us."

Isabelle was in awe of her situation. Was this the secret life her mother led? Was she able to talk with those who had received and passed along the power she now wielded? She carefully approached them, accepted their beckoning hands, and sat down by the fire.

For the first time she was able to get a good long look at them. As a quick guess, she thought they were triplets. Each had a long thin neck, sharp triangular jaw, and lush, pouty dark lips. Their hair, secured with elaborate braids, was an inky black. They were all quite thin and trim, and the tone of their skin suggested that they had never seen the sun.

"Drink with us. This potion will allow you to feel things you have never dreamed of."

One of them produced a small goblet, filled with a thick dark liquid. All it took though was one sip, and she was unconscious.

The women crawled toward her on all fours, hissing and licking their lips. Their breasts hung and swung like ripe melons, as their hips swayed, fingernails digging and clawing the dirt. They pried the sceptre from her willingly lifeless fingers, and tossed it out of reach. For several minutes they hovered over her, sizing her up, gliding toward and away from her. They inched around her like predatorial cats, grunting, growling, and snorting.

Then they began to flick their tongues and trace their nimble fingers through the air mere centimeters above her. They wanted to consecrate and worship this tasty morsel, before devouring it. Slowly, deliberately they turned her over so she was lying on her back. And then delicately, with great reverance and care, spread and straightened her arms and legs.

One of them started to caress Isabelle's feet, another her outstretched arms, and the other used her tongue to tease the passed out girl's pert pink nipples. They were slow, sultry, methodical, and explored every inch of her magnificient body with their dripping, salivating tongues.

Between the succulent toes, around and around the the rock-hard nipples, sucking each and every delicate finger...up the shapely shins, down the arms, up the neck...they lingered briefly on the soft area behind the knees, opposite the elbows, and under the chin; and their gentle caresses came behind their tonges, lightly touching and squeezing her tasty flesh.

Now, instead of using the tips of their tongues, they laid their tongues flat against her skin. And with broad, sloppy, wet strokes continued to explore their delicious treasure. Over and around the tight, muscular thighs, across the shoulders, over her high cheek bones...and finally to more sensitive areas; between the now moist lips of her vulva, past the red juicy lips around her mouth, tracing every contour of her delectable ears.

"Ohhhhhhh," Isabelle moaned. She was starting to awaken from the stupor caused by whatever was in that drink. Her body was tingling, muscles contracting, back arching; waves of undeniable, inescapable pleasure washed over the entire length of her sensual body. At 19 she was still a virgin. She had never been touched by a man or woman, let alone three women. She realized what was happening, remembering where she was. But she made no effort to stop them. She had denied her sexual urges because her mother told her she needed to be pure and chaste when, at last, the Starlight Sceptre was passed down to her.

When they realized she was awake, the three women really poured it on. They began to hiss louder, pant harder. Their tongues grew an additional 4-5 inches. Burrowing deeper into Isabelle's virgin vagina, exploring every centimeter of the inside of her gaping mouth, while the third moved her attention down to the thick, perfect, erect nipples.

There was something building inside Isabelle. She had never felt it before, and so didn't know what it was. But she was panting heavily, breathing rapidly, moaning and groaning. And just as she was about to have her very first orgasm, the huge bonfire before them was suddenly snuffed out. The women lifted their heads in time to see a huge green hand, with thumb and forefinger extended, retreat from the extinguished blaze.

"Back away from my daughter, foul witches of the night!"

The voice boomed with a titanic explosion of sound. Then, for a brief second, the woods were quiet, and very, very dark. The three of them leapt off of Isabelle with sudden, abysmal fear. They huddled together, and took 1,2, 3 slow steps back. Then there was a shattering explosion of light.

"Now, begone you misbegotten hags of the netherworld!"

The women vanished. Isabelle set up catiously and turned toward the direction of the voice, which-while distorted and scratchy-sounded extremely familiar. There, hovering about 15 feet off the ground was her mother.

"Mom?" Isabelle felt tears in her eyes. Surrounding her mother was an aura of blue light. She was a beautiful woman, with the same thick red hair as her daughter, and wore a long flowing red and gold robe. "Where have you been? You were gone for over a week, and when the Starlight Sceptre appeared I was so scared that you..."

"...Had died"? The elder Ms. Caste asked, finishing her daughter's sentence. "Foolish child. I have learned the ultimate secret, which I was going to share with you. But then I find you here, engaging in wanton sexual promiscuity, succombing to the temptations of garden-variety witches. And I think instead I shall let you discover the extent of my new power along with the rest of the heroines AND villains of Star City."

"But Mom, I couldn't help it. They..."

Her mother, however, was no longer there. Isabelle picked herself up and looked around. There was only the call of a nightbird, and the empty, cold dark woods to meet her. She shivered and, remembering that she was naked, looked around for her sceptre. The moonlight glinted off its gold handle. She picked it up and said: "UNIFORM".

Clothed now in a black bikini, black and gold cape, black thigh boots, and a black mask she held her sceptre toward the sky and said: "FLIGHT".

This time she was better able to control her flying. She thought about what her mother said and cursed herself for melting into the arms of those strange women. It had felt so good though, so natural. Not at all like rape, it was as if she was being worshipped. The thought sent a chill down her spine, and brought a slight smile to her lips.

As she flew over Star City, the sun was rising. The hum of morning traffic bustled beneath her. She would have to find help. Something bad was about to go down. First, she slapped the side of her head when she remembered, she was going to have to serve breakfast at the diner where she worked. Flying past the clock tower she saw it was quarter to 6. Which meant she still had an hour. Except, she slapped the side of her head again, the waitress staff was to have an employee meeting at 6!

"Great, I'm going to have to go in all sticky from being licked by witches all night."

To be continued in Chapter 2: Dining on Isabelle