Note from author (02/02/02)-- Wow, who would have thought that my planned short break would have taken so long. I was debating on whether or not to include the flashback scene that appears in the beginning of this story. I decided to include it, because it explained some confusing plot points from previous chapters.

I also found that the story was getting a little too big for just one chapter, so I split it up into several chapters. I'm currently rewriting the second part of it now, because I didn't quite like it. I guess I'm just a bit quirky that way. Like why the hell do I always separate the word "super" and "heroine"? Well, while I go figure that one out, I hope you enjoy reading Chapter 8.

Previously on Comet Girl: Becky attends a comic book convention with her partner Erica, but finds herself routed to the Sidekicks' Lounge. She is confronted by a strange man who tells her she can no longer use the name Comet Girl. Before he leaves, and without an explanation, he burns a mark into Becky's hand. Meanwhile, Erica is abducted by the Milkman, who places the heroine in his crazy super heroine milking machine.

Someone had spray painted "Art Is Dead" on a back wall of the art room. Perhaps it had been placed there by some whimsical student before he or she graduated to the university a few miles down the road. Most of the students and faculty speculated, however, that the former art teacher Mr. Matthews painted the message after he was fired near the end of summer break. The school was forced to let the popular teacher go after a local girl accused him of rape. Regardless of who had placed the message there, and why, his replacement from Michigan despised the vulgar graffiti. She told the Administration that the message was counter productive to her ability to teach the course. They told her it would be a few months before they could remove it though.

Ralph sat in a chair next to some sophomore named Brad Bailey. Brad watched Ralph doodle comic book characters on the front of his notebook with a thick magic marker. Ralph placed the finishing touches to a character he called Comet Girl. Neither of boys listened to Ms. York as she lectured about the use of lighting in artwork or about placing objects in pictures. Brad was too captivated by Ralph's heroine. Ralph, on the other hand, chose to ignore the teacher, because he had learned the subject material at his workshop with Mr. Matthews this summer.

The Contemporary Arts Workshop was the last time Ralph Smith saw his favorite teacher Mr. Matthews. Shortly after the workshop, the preacher's youngest daughter Jane accused Mr. Matthews of enticement and rape. Even though the case was dropped due to lack of evidence, the damage could not be repaired. The city was polarized by the event. Half the citizens called Mr. Matthews a child rapist. While the other half called Jane a vindictive slut. Even the normally mild mannered Ralph took part in the chaos.

He looked up at the painted statement on the back wall, which he secretly painted weeks ago, and chuckled to himself. He marveled at how prophetic his rebellious and vengeful message actually became. His enjoyment of art class died with Mr. Matthews' removal from the job. And Ms. York was too much of a traditionalist to bring life to the boring class. She would have been more comfortable teaching art history at the university instead of explaining high school art to a bunch of snot-nosed punks like Ralph or Brad.

Ms. York hated Ralph for his disruptive nature in class, even though she admired his artistic ability. She understood and, to some degree. accepted that seniors tended to slack off their last year. But she didn't want all his talent wasted on a fascination with what she considered vulgar comic art. So everyday after class, which was the last class of the day, she forced Ralph to stay afterwards. She lectured him each time about how he was throwing away a perfect art career by drawing foolish comics.

And every day, for the past two weeks, Ralph just pretended to listen and quietly nodded. Somehow today was different, he thought. When the bell finally rang and everyone filed out of the classroom, Ms. York walked to the door and locked it. She slowly sauntered toward Ralph in her high heal shoes and her tight miniskirt. Her hips moved from side to side seductively as she walked closer to the high school senior. Her entire body moved like an exotic dancer as she leaned against the table near the chair Ralph sat on.

Ralph could not contain his arousal as his penis grew inside his pants. He licked both his lips and watched the older woman undo her hair. Ralph stared at Ms. York's long black hair as it fell down her shoulders and over her shapely breasts. He imaged himself pushing the hair aside, pulling open her blouse, and grabbing hold of her boobs. As if she were reading his mind, she tossed her hair back to reveal her inviting breasts.

"Could you please explain this picture Mr. Smith?" asked the woman as she showed him a picture he had drawn of her as Wonder Woman. In the picture, an alien robot bound her tightly on a long metal table. The robot tore off most of her costume, and even used her own rope to bind her wrists. Strange probes had been inserted into her to examine her tolerances to sexual torture. The picture even depicted the robot using several nasty tentacles to explore Ms. York's more private body parts. Ralph's attention to detail was extraordinary. He even included sweat from her strained muscles and small defiant tears from her eyes.

"I...I...well. Who did you get that from?" fearfully asked Ralph with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. His sudden shame quickly deflated his previous erection. He tried to think who might have given her the picture.

"I gave it to her," came Mr. Matthews' familiar voice from behind Ms. York. Ralph couldn't image how the former teacher got into the locked room without Ms. York or him noticing. "I wanted her to see what kind of talent you possessed," he added.

To Ralph's extreme shock, Mr. Matthews pushed Ms. York backward onto the table as she spread her legs slightly apart. From where he was sitting, Ralph could see her delicate blue panties under her short skirt. Instantly, Ralph's erection returned triumphantly as his former teacher placed Ms. York's hands above her head. The senior did not move or say anything as Mr. Matthews tied a thin golden rope around her wrists. The young man just watched Ms. York smiling seductively at him while purring at him like a kitten.

"Come on Ralph. Make her feel wanted. Can't you see she wants you to rip off her costume? Just like in the picture," said Mr. Matthews calmly.

Ralph watched as Ms. York turned her head upward and lunged out her chest, recreating the exact pose he had drawn in the comic. To his greater surprise, he noticed that she wore a Wonder Women outfit under her blouse and skirt. He stood up and grabbed a handful of the blouse, and tugged quickly as the buttons popped open. Some of the buttons even came off and rolled on the floor beside the teacher. Ralph was certain she would scream or try to put up some kind of fight. In the weeks he had known her, he had never known her to be promiscuous. And he certainly never imaged how sexy this normally prudish woman was. Ralph stared in amazement when Mr. Matthews snapped his fingers, and Ms. York's tits miraculously fell out of her costume. Her breasts were better looking than Wonder Woman's, he thought.

They were just large enough to hold in each hand and the nipples were perking and inviting. But most importantly, they not imaginary. These were real breasts on a real breathing woman, not something Ralph had fantasized about and drew on paper. The round orbs were natural extensions of Ms. York's chest. The curves were almost mathematically proportional to the rest of her form.

"Please lick my titties," begged Ms. York. She pushed herself upward even more, driving her cleavage closer to Ralph.

Ralph's artistic nature allowed him to admire her breasts extraordinary perfection. He could not find any stray hair follicles or freckles on the gorgeous art teacher's bosom. Ralph even noticed that there were no scars under her breasts where they joined the rest of her body. They were unmarred by any cosmetic surgeon's scalpel, possibly even virgin to the touch of any man before him. Ralph always assumed that only super heroines possessed the ultimate female form. He never imagined that a mortal woman could possess such a form, especially one which that had been under his nose.

The senior gently touched a nipple with his fingers. He watched how the nipple followed his every movement, and heard how Ms. York moaned with each passing wave of his fingers. Ralph was extremely excited and nervous. He didn't know what to do next, because he didn't want Ms. York suddenly turned off by one wrong move. He swore at himself under his breath. For years he had dreamt of having a woman in this situation. Now that he had what he wanted, he didn't know what to do.

"Go on Ralph. Take them," said Mr. Matthews and Ms. York in unison as if they both heard Ralph's plea for what to do next.

Ralph licked his lips and placed them around Ms. York's left breast. He heard her moan again softly with joy, and felt the teacher wrap her slender legs around him. At this point, he didn't know who truly was in control of the situation as she pushed him into her with her legs. The front of his pants pressed gently against Ms. York's star spangled outfit. And he really didn't care at this point. All that he could think about was the warm flesh inside his mouth. Ralph continued to bop his head up and down as he became even more lost within the woman's embrace.

He grabbed her other breast with his hand and began to rub it gently. Ralph then moved his tongue between her breast and licked her chest. Ms. York smelt like vanilla, thought Ralph, but she tasted like a mix of cherries and peaches. Ralph heard Mr. Matthews snap his fingers again and felt a sudden heat from below. He saw a red flash of light and then he could feel his bare skin against Ms. York's. Her wet crouch brushed him gently above his pelvis near his belly button.

Again in unison, his teachers commanded, "Take me!"

As instructed, Ralph climbed onto the table as he straddled the beautiful woman between his legs. He pressed his chest on top of Ms. York's now naked body. There was a moment of electricity between the two bodies as their nipples touched. He felt Ms. York placing her bound arms around his neck. An intense feeling of goodness overwhelmed him as he pressed himself against Ms. York. She guided his mouth to hers and placed her wet tongue inside him. When they touched again, he drank from her luscious lips, sharing his soul with her. He continued to kiss her smooth body as she moaned with ecstasy. He kissed her cheek and then the divot in her chin. Ralph moved down her throat and all along her slender chest and tummy, till he finally reached her warm inviting pussy. By now he was off the table between her legs with his mouth pressed against her womanhood.

"Ralph, do you want me?" asked the teachers in unison again.

"Yes," replied Ralph. And at that moment, the voices ordered the senior to make love to tempting female on the table. He placed his tongue inside her and tasted her sweetness. Her sweat and her juices mixed with his saliva to form a loving cocktail. He felt his tongue being led around inside her, as again the older woman took control. Ralph grabbed Ms. York's hips to provide additional leverage as he drilled his way into her sex with his wet tongue.

With her wrists still bound by the rope that looked like Wonder Woman's, she sat up and moved Ralph's head toward her breast. She reassured him that he had not done anything wrong and asked him to suck on her tits again. As Ralph obeyed, she placed her hands around his penis and began to stroke his shaft slowly. The already erect member grew even larger and straighter with her loving attention. She then asked the senior to fuck her with his cock.

At first he stumbled to get his erection inside her wetness. But after some coaching, he felt her body completely around his penis. The feeling was warm and inviting. It was almost as if she were tailor fitted for him.

"Will you sell your soul to be with me? Will you sell your soul to be loved by everyone," said the voices again.

"Yes," said Ralph as he whimpered softly. He stopped thinking minutes ago, and now ran on animal instinct alone. The feeling inside him was too intense to ignore. They could have ordered him to kill his family, and he would have done so happily. He didn't want this feeling to go away. He loved being loved by someone. And they were promising him a lifetime of this kind of love. A part of him died as another grew stronger. "Oh my God," he cried as his once virgin penis ejaculated inside Ms. York.

"Not quite," said the smiling Mr. Matthews. And so it was that Ralph sealed his contact with the Demon World with that first organism.

And with the assistance of the Underworld, Ralph Smith soon became the most noted name in the comic world. His character Comet Girl even became more popular than the heroines that inspired her creator. But with fame, fortune, and love, there is always a price. Only his soul would pay off Ralph's debt to the Demon W orld. And like Mr. Matthews, Ralph never expected his contract would come to an end. But then he learned that the any woman had taken on his character's name. He began to worry when he learned that she actually possesses super powers. So without knowing it, some woman from Metrocity was about to end his contract with the demons. Unless of course he stopped her first.

"Who the fuck are you little man?" asked the demon. The demon's skin was golden and scaly. It's blond hair was tied in dreadlocks, which hit the back of the demon's neck every time it moved. It looked around the room and saw that it was inside of a filthy public restroom. The floor was wet, and there were loose pieces of toilet paper scattered across the floor. The vile creature then licked its yellow stained teeth with its serpentine tongue while it glared at the small man before him.

The man held a large heavy black book in his arms. The man's name was Ralph Smith, the creator of the comic heroine called Comet Girl. His comic creation gave him worldwide recognition and a large fortune. But no one knew that, with the help of his former art teacher, he had long since sold his soul to the Demonlord Rapture for this fame.

He said to the creature before him, "Lugio, by the Book of Rapture, I grant you safe passage into my world to punish and humiliate the woman masquerading as my Comet Girl. I have branded her with the Mark of the Lamb as specified in the rites contained within this book."

"I know who you are now. Do you realize that you cannot change your deal with my Lord Rapture? Once the World accepts this woman as Comet Girl, the contract will be complete. And you must forfeit your soul immediately."

"It's not fair. The contract was to expire if Comet Girl were to become real. I thought that meant if somehow she came out of the comic book. The contract didn't say anything about some slutty fan trying to become her. I can't be spending all my time hunting down every wannabe super heroine."

"But once the World embraces anyone as Comet Girl, she will in essence become real, from your comic or not. I hear that this latest girl is quickly earning a name for herself as Lady Liberty's partner. It won't be long before she will be recognized as a genuine heroine."

"Well that time will never come. You will see that she is so humiliated, that she will no longer wish to be a super heroine," said Mr. Smith angrily.

"Then I have another matter to discuss. What about the Slayer?"

"The Slayer is not my concern," Ralph stated.

"I wish safe passage for others for my protection. My presence in your world will surely alert the Slayer. We have already lost a spell book, because the last demon was careless."

"Then, by the Book of Rapture, I also grant safe passage to any lower demons of your choosing. But their visas will only be for eight hours. You may stay as long as it is needed to accomplish your task, but I warn you, failure will mean your total banishment from all the known realms, and some that aren't even known."

"I understand," said the demon as it nodded its horned head.

The man in front of the demon waved his left hand into the air, and there was a brilliant flash of red light. Then the room was empty, except for the man and a smoldering crimson circle in the tiled floor of the men's restroom. The man in the blue suit whispered a few words to the large book in his arms, and both the book and the circle disappeared in a puff of reddish smoke. The man then went to the mirror to adjust his tie.

"Goodbye Comet Girl," he said maniacally.

Elsewhere, Comet Girl looked desperately for her missing partner Lady Liberty. Lady Liberty's brother said she had gone off several hours ago, but had not returned. The two searched every alleyway and every street surrounding the convention center, but could not find any trace of the super heroine. They even tried calling Dr. Schneider, but she was also missing.

"Any sign of her," Becky shouted to Michael. Both were hovering in the air several inches from the ground. Night slowly crept into the city as all the street lamps turned on one by one. Most of the fans at the convention had already left, but there were some who still stayed behind for a chance to possibly get a free photo taken with a departing hero.

"OOPPPHHH!" Michael exclaimed as he was tossed into a nearby lamppost by two glowing figures hovering in the air.

Comet Girl turned to see two beautiful women next to Michael. Both were surrounded by a cadmium red aura. The first woman was a very attractive female with long red hair. Tiny horns poked out of her forehead through her bangs, while a long spiky tail poked out of her backside. Like a whip, she beat Michael with her barbed tail.

Michael struggled desperately, but could not escape because the other women, a blond female, used her tail to bind him to the light post. She wickedly fondled the young man's privates through his costume. The sexual stimulation quickly drained him of his super powers. Like his sister Lady Liberty, his powers were lost when he became stimulated sexually. The two demons did not take long to render Liberty Lad powerless.

Realizing the hero's vulnerability, Becky quickly leapt at the redheaded demon. Comet Girl grabbed the demon by the hair and pounded the redhead's face several times into the thick concrete road. The two grappled each other like mud wrestlers as they destroyed nearby cars and parked buses in their struggle. Becky then felt the demon crushing her breasts with powerful hands. Comet Girl screamed out in pain and fell to her knees. She remained focused and used her super strength to break the demon's crushing hold on her. She then used her anger to punch the demon several times with an Earth shattering fury.

The redheaded demon howled, and managed to flip the heroine over her. But Becky landed squarely on her two feet. And with lightening speed, almost as fast as Lady Liberty herself, Comet Girl moved to one side of the demon and threw it to the ground. She then crashed down on its face with her elbow. Blood spurted out of the demon's nose and mouth as it again howled in pain.

As it screamed, the demon's skin began changing. The smooth creamy skin turned dark golden brown and scaly as its muscles grossly inflated. Becky was force to roll out of the way as a powerful spiked tail crashed dangerously close to her face. She dodged another attack, and but could not avoid the tail when it came back at her a third time.

Before Comet Girl could react, the tail struck her in the chest sending her flying into a nearby light pole, which bent around Becky's force field. She lowered her force field to get out of the twisted metal. She then picked herself off the ground and dusted herself off. Part of her costume had torn where the tail connected with her. With renewed anger, the heroine flew full speed at the redheaded demon. She managed to bring up her force field just before the demon smacked Comet Girl with a nearby car. Both the heroine and the small convertible impacted the wall of a nearby bus station terminal.

Within seconds, the car blew into the air, straight back at the demon. One end of the car was blown completely off by a green ball of energy, which still propelled the convertible outward. Becky pulled herself from the hole the wall. Her hands and eyes still glowed green, but she quickly surrounded herself completely in a green glow. And like a streaking comet, the spunky heroine raced through the air behind the car.

As the car approached the demon, it used its wickedly powerful tail to knock it into the ground. The demon did not see Comet Girl behind the car, so could not dodge the speeding super heroine. The hideous creature staggered backward a few inches as Comet Girl pounded at the demon with a powerful barrage of fists. The demon tried to attack the heroine with its tail again, but Becky caught it with both her hands this time.

She then incinerated the tail completely with a power blast. The demon screamed again, but before it could recover from its loss, Comet Girl flew into the air and came down directly on top of it. As Comet Girl flew downward, she fired several large power blasts that pounded the demon deep into the ground. The creature broke through several subway tunnels with each blast that hit it. When the demon finally stopped, it tried to stand up and was about to fly out to the hole. Before it could actually leap into the air, a passing subway train smacked it, crushing it completely.

Comet Girl was able to look around again and to see what was going on. By now the blond demon had torn off Liberty Lad's briefs. She licked his penis with her serpentine tongue. She was about to place the hero's member in her mouth, when Comet Girl grabbed the demon and tossed it to the ground.

Becky quickly moved toward the demon, when she was struck by a powerful sound blast that threw her into the front of an oncoming car. Before she could help the driver of the car, other blast struck her sending her into the pavement. Her force field completely collapsed under the last attack. She attempted to gingerly lifted herself up to find out who was attacking her. But before she could, several red glowing chains appeared from nowhere and wrapped themselves around the super heroine's wrists and ankles.

The chains hoisted the helpless heroine into the air in front of a crowd of people that had started to gather. They displayed Becky spread eagle in front of them.

Comet Girl felt slightly embarrassed and afraid, when she realized that she could not break free. Worst of all, she realized that strange sexual thoughts and urges were coming into her mind, as if the chain channeled those desires into her. She couldn't let these people she her like this. And what would happen to her if her identity is revealed to those watching.

(End of Chapter 8)

Coming up -- Comet Girl's battle with Lugio and the Chains of Lust.