The Adventures of Future Girl in: The Gauntlet!

By NoComeupance (nocomeupance@gmail.com)

When evil rears its ugly head, when all hope is lost and doom seems inevitable, into the breach flies Future Girl, defender of the right and protector of the innocent, to save the day and punish the wicked!

None who looked upon her would suspect that mild-mannered paralegal Linda Lester is, in reality, Future Girl! Yes, Future Girl! Who fights crime with the aid of her astounding Future Suit, given to her by a mysterious time traveling fugitive from a dark future ruled by evil. Future Girl! Who knows not how or when she will be called upon to change the course of history and prevent the grim future of the strange visitor's prophecy, but who has solemnly vowed to fight all forms of tyranny and injustice in the hopes that her actions might save the world! Future Girl! Whose astonishing Future Suit, forged of woven Duranium and powered by advanced Gizmotronics beyond the ken of Earth's most brilliant minds, absorbs any attack leveled against its wearer, then returns the blow ten fold upon the attacker!

And now, another exciting episode in the Adventures of Future Girl!

This week: The thrilling conclusion of: The Gauntlet!

As we rejoin our heroine, she has just infiltrated the secret hideout of the nefarious Doctor Malevolent, mysterious crime boss and evil genius, whose face no one has seen and lived to tell the tale! Future Girl has come here to answer a challenge leveled by the insane scientist: successfully overcome his deadly gauntlet, and he will willingly surrender himself to face justice for his many crimes. But if Future Girl should fail, it would mean the end of her and the doom of humanity! Now, let's watch!

Future Girl strode through the round vault door that served as the entrance to Doctor Malevolent's hidden, underground lair. Getting here had not been easy; the first challenge in the mad Doctor's gauntlet had been following a series of increasingly obscure clues laid out at the scenes of the villain's crimes. But Future Girl, having thwarted Malevolent in the past and not being an amateur at the hero business, had managed to both stop the crimes in progress and follow the clues to the demented Doctor's door.

Future Girl surveyed the room she now found herself in. Well lit by fluorescent light, the room was notable for its lack of features. Smooth white walls blended into the ceiling and the floor, and the only apparent exit from the room was the door she had just passed through. A mighty CRASH! sounded behind Future Girl, and she whirled about to discover that the vault door she had entered through had just closed and was now securely locking itself. At the back of her mind, Linda Lester felt the tiniest twinge of fear, a primordial remnant of her old life before becoming Future Girl. But she quickly shoved it aside as she reminded herself of her years of experience and the awesome power of her Future Suit. Whatever Doctor Malevolent had in store for her this time, it was nothing she couldn't overcome.

Future Girl took a moment to check herself and make sure everything was in place for the challenges that lay ahead. Her Future Suit was a brilliant silver and clung to her curves like a second skin. On her chest, the letters "FG" were embroidered in a brilliant blue logo that she spent more time designing than she would care to admit. A matching blue belt encircled her trim tummy. She wore a blue domino mask to protect her identity that, in her opinion, well-complimented her blue eyes and wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair. Blue knee-high boots, blue gloves that came almost to her elbows, and a blue cape that fell to just below the bottom of her perky posterior completed the ensemble. Future Girl looked good, as usual, and all of her suit's systems appeared to be in working order. It was time to get to work.

"Malevolent! I followed all your silly clues, only to find that your next challenge is a doctor's office waiting room? Where's the much-vaunted doom you promised me?"

A hidden loudspeaker crackled to life. "Ahh, Future Girl! I hadn't expected you to follow my string of bread crumbs quite so quickly! Unfortunately, I'm not quite done setting up, if you can believe it. But then, I've always been a bit of a procrastinator. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but let's see if I can't keep you entertained while I finish preparing my hall of death traps."

As he finished speaking, two doors, previously invisible, slid open to Future Girl's left and right. Out of each door came three black-clad toughs, some holding metal bars, others brandishing brass knuckles. They moved to surround Future Girl, then slowly closed the snare.

"Ah, good, I was hoping for a warm-up!" said Future Girl as she rolled her neck, cracked her knuckles, then assumed a fighting stance on the balls of her feet.

CLANG! The henchman straight in front of Future Girl ran forward, swinging his iron bar sideways so as to hit Future Girl full-force in the gut. The bar flew backwards out of the henchman's hands with equal force as the invisible shield projected by Future Girl's Future Suit repelled the blow, absorbing its kinetic energy.

ZOIT! The Future Suit converted the force of the blow into potential energy, then its advanced Gizmotronic technology went to work amplifying that energy. Future Girl smiled; she was right in her element. The confused henchman looked back across the room at his lost bar, then turned to Future Girl, a wince crossing his face as he anticipated the pain to come. CRACK! Future Girl struck him with a left hook across the jaw, the force of the blow lifting him up off the floor and sending him flying across the room into the wall. He struck head-first and was knocked unconscious. He was lucky; he got to sit out the remainder of the blood bath.

ZOIT! WHAM! ZOIT! BIFF! ZOIT! SOCK!

In short order, the six henchmen lay sprawled out around the room, none of them in any condition to continue the fight.

"Is that all?" shouted Future Girl, "I'm not even sweating!"

"Never mind them, they're not important," the voice of Doctor Malevolent replied. "Now, prepare yourself for the real challenge!"

The two doors the henchmen had entered through had disappeared during the fight. Another door, across from the vault door through which Future Girl had entered, now slid open. Future Girl strode through confidently; that fight had given her just the ego boost she needed and had vanquished any doubts that she could handle whatever the mad Doctor threw at her.

She found herself in a narrow corridor with about five small holes at chest level on each side. Future Girl wondered what they could be, then decided she might as well walk on through and find out. After all, she could count on her Future Suit to protect her from any harm.

WHOOSH! The first set of holes shot out continuous jets of flames as she approached.

"Hope that suit's air conditioned, because you're about to get uncomfortably hot!"

Future Girl just rolled her eyes. She walked straight through the flames as though they weren't there. And, indeed, for her, they weren't! The shields on the Future Suit absorbed the brunt of the heat, leaving Future Girl to feel only a pleasant warmth.

"Ah! You know, I'd have to pay good money for this kind of thing at a spa!"

Her suit's mighty ZOIT was almost an afterthought. She marched through the flame jets and came to the other end of the corridor, only to be faced by a sturdy wooden door. Well, this would be no problem! Future Girl struck a pose for the benefit of Doctor Malevolent, left arm on her hip, right arm pointing at the door. With a mental command, she instructed her Future Suit to unleash the pent-up and multiplied heat from her fingers.

WHOOSH! A mighty fireball shot out and engulfed the door. In half a second the wood had been reduced to kindling.

"Is that as good as you can do?"

"Don't get too confident, Future Girl, the worst is yet to come!"

Future Girl continued on. She found herself in a round, metallic room. A small hole was situated in the middle of the ceiling. A sealed grating sat in the middle of the floor.

"Hope you know how to swim, Loser Girl!"

Future Girl smirked. The Doctor only resorted to lame name-calling when his plans were starting to unravel. She could already guess what was coming. Anticipating a torrent of water from the pipe above, she quickly sent her Future Suit a mental command to enter liquid matter absorption mode.

FWOOSH! A blast of water emerged from the pipe above. Future Girl casually walked to the middle of the room, right under the water. Yet Future Girl remained dry as a bone! The water seemed to disappear just as it was about to touch her, absorbed by the suit.

"It's a shame, a shower might have been nice." Future Girl pouted. "And," she added with a sly wink towards a small hole in the wall where she imagined Doctor Malevolent's security camera to be, "I'm sure you wouldn't have minded watching me take a shower, you creepy perv!"

"Bah! Slattern! Even to suggest such a thing! Well, you may no longer be in danger of drowning, but how will you escape this claustrophobic little prison?"

Future Girl shook her head. Clearly the drain in the floor was designed to remove the water once she had drowned. She mentally switched on her suit's matter duplicators. ZOIT! The duplicators came to life and multiplied the water she was absorbing ten-fold. She wasn't sure where all that water was stored when she used her suit's matter absorption and duplication functions. She remembered the user manual said something about a pocket dimension. All that was beyond her; she was by no means dumb, but science had never been her strong suit, let alone crazy future science.

Future Girl stepped back off the grating, placed the heels of her palms together, fingers outstretched, as though holding a ball, and pointed her palms toward the grate.

WOOOOOSH! A mighty river gushed from her hands, crashing into the grate and blasting it backwards down the drain. Future Girl finished dispensing her absorbed water and turned off her suit's matter absorption, then knelt down to inspect the hole. The pipe was more than wide enough for her to fit into, and seemed to curve forward about six feet down, so the drop shouldn't be too bad. She carefully swung her feet down into the hole, sat on the edge, then pushed herself off as though riding down a slide.

Future Girl allowed herself a smile as she rode down the curves of the pipe. This was like a water park! Forgetting where she was for a second, she let out a brief "Whee!" as she slid through the darkness.

She emerged in a square, metallic room. She landed on her butt and slid about ten feet forward before coming to a gradual stop, spinning as she went. The floor she sat on was slippery. Future Girl looked down and realized that she was sitting on a slick of ice, the frozen remains of the water that came out of the pipe she had entered through. She looked around. A strange mist permeated the room. She put all this together and realized something that would have been obvious to anyone not wearing a super suit from the future; the room was freezing. It looked like a meat locker without any meat.

"Well, Future Girl, looks like we're about to freeze your assets!"

"Aren't you supposed to be the fourth smartest man in the world? Why are you putting me through these simple tests? And why can't you come up with anything more clever to say?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just too overjoyed at having you in this situation. After all of these years, I'm putting this bitch on ice!"

Future Girl let out an exasperated sigh. This was all becoming pathetic. She couldn't believe she had actually felt a twinge of nerves when she came in here. Naturally, her Future Suit was absorbing the ambient cold from the environment. All she felt in this freezer was a cool breeze. Getting out of here, though, would require some thought. She looked around and found a set of steel bars obstructing a passage out of the room. She walked over and tested them with a kick.

CLANG! Quite hard. "Perfect," thought Future Girl. At her command, her suit let out a ZOIT as the absorbed cold energy was multiplied inside of it. Future Girl took a deep breath, then blew as hard as she could on the steel bars.

WHOOSH! A mighty wind issued forth from her mouth, freezing the bars. The cold steel turned a mottled white from the change in temperature. Future Girl walked forward and casually poked a bar with her finger.

CRACK! CRACK! CRASH! The freezing air had made the hardened steel brittle, and the little push from Future Girl was all it took to shatter the once-mighty bars.

"Oh, Future Girl, I'm so glad you figured that one out. And I hope you remember this moment when you look back on this gauntlet after your utter defeat, because soon I will do to you what you did to those bars."

Future Girl cocked an eyebrow and wondered if she might not be taking the good doctor seriously enough. But she dismissed the thought with a shake of the head. He always blustered like this. Still, this whole thing had been pretty easy. Maybe...

Future Girl continued onward. She emerged into a great room, probably a hundred feet high. The room was bathed in an eerie green light. The whole thing reminded Future Girl of the Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy and her companions went into the Wizard's chamber for the first time. She smiled at the thought. Perhaps, once all the artifice was stripped away, Doctor Malevolent would be similarly unimposing.

The room was dominated by a pair of giant Tesla coils. Electricity arced out from them, seemingly at random. An imposing sight, but not one that phased Future Girl.

"Here's something to make your hair stand on end! I think you'll find this next challenge quite... shocking!"

"Are we almost done here? You know this isn't going to hurt me. This isn't even the first time you've tried to use electricity on me!"

Future Girl didn't even break her stride as she crossed the room. ZZZAAP! Bolts of lightning shot from the coils toward the intruder, only to be absorbed and stored as electrical energy in Future Girl's Future Suit. ZOIT! The energy was multiplied inside her. With a wave of her hands, first her left, then her right, Future Girl shot two mighty blasts of electrical energy at the pair of Tesla coils. The feedback of electricity shorted out the transformers inside the coils, whose mechanisms exploded with a shower of sparks.

"Are we done here? I'm actually starting to get pissed off. There'd better not be much more to this, and you'd better actually be there when I finish this stupid gauntlet of yours. I have a life, you know, and I'd like to get back to it. Now, do I have to figure out some stupid puzzle to get the next door open, or are you just going to let me through?"

"...Fine. Have it your way."

A door slid open at the far end of the room and Future Girl marched through it, now flat-out angry. If Doctor Malevolent was going to be evil and make a serious attempt at her destruction, that was one thing. It was in his nature. But to waste her time on these trivial challenges! It just showed a basic lack of respect for her busy schedule.

She entered a white room, quite similar to the one she had started out in. This time, though, a silver chair set in the center, facing away from her. A frail voice emerged from the chair.

"Ah, you're here. Excellent. You know, you've actually done rather well, much quicker and more clever then I expected. So I've decided to let bygones be bygones. If you wish, you may now leave through that door..." a gloved hand lifted on the right side of the chair, pointing to the wall. A door slid open. "...You'll go back to the surface, I'll stay here, and we'll continue our never-ending struggle."

"I didn't come all this way to give up when I've almost won. That's not what superheroes do. That's not what I do."

"Bah! Superheroes. Disrupting the natural order of things. The smart and powerful should prey on the weak and stupid, and the poor unfortunates should be grateful for whatever scraps their betters deign to give them. That's how it was in my day, before these do-gooders started running around in long underwear. And once my plan reaches fruition, I think we'll see a return to normalcy."

"You'll never win, Doctor Malevolent!" said Future Girl. She paused a second, then got a quizzical look on her face, "In fact, I don't even see how you could win. Aside from the general principle that the forces of righteousness will always triumph over evil, there's the practical matter that I'm at the end of your gauntlet and am about to apprehend you."

"Oh you're not at the end of the gauntlet yet, Future Girl! There are still a few more obstacles for you to overcome. I'll even be so gracious as to tell you what they are: a pocket lighter, a glass of water, a cube of ice, a doorknob, and, of course, these hands."

At that, the chair swiveled around, and Doctor Malevolent was revealed! He was a short man, perhaps five feet tall, bald, with thick glasses balanced on an oversized, bulbous nose. He held up a pair of gloved hands, small and seemingly frail with age. Future Girl started to feel bad, like she was picking on her grandfather. Then she remembered all the evil that Doctor Malevolent had done, and she shook it off.

"You're clearly going senile in your old age! You couldn't stop me with jets of fire or bolts of lightning, how are any of those things going to stop me?"

"Senile? Senile! That's it! I was trying to be nice by offering you a face-saving exit. And all I would have done was broadcast a video of the mighty Future Girl turning tail and running! But now! Now, I'm afraid you need to be taken down a peg for disrespecting your elders!"

The doctor fiddled with some buttons on his controls. The door he had pointed to earlier slid shut. Future Girl couldn't help but wonder if she might have made a mistake in not taking the villain's offer.

He fiddled with his controls some more. Suddenly, Future Girl's Future Suit felt... different. She couldn't say exactly what was different, but she knew there was a change. She'd become used to it over her years of use, comfortable with its operation. But now... something was off.

The Doctor stood up. Slowly, carefully, he removed his right glove.

"Now! You have insulted me, and I demand satisfaction." He hobbled over to her, holding his glove in his right hand. Drawing his hand to the other side of his body, he slapped Future Girl across the face with his glove. The action was comical; the short man had to stretch and do a little hop to reach her face.

ZOIT! Future Girl felt bad for the old man and his pathetic display. She'd have to be careful not to-

POW! A force like a heard of elephants struck Future Girl across her face, sending her spinning up into the air, her blue cape twirling out behind her to form a pinwheel. She slammed into the wall, breasts first.

"OWWWW!" Future Girl wasn't used to getting hurt. In fact, this was the first time she'd felt any pain while wearing the Future Suit since the first time she'd put it on. "What in the..."

ZOIT! Why was her suit activating again? Oh yes, the impact against the wall. She hadn't been thrown around since she became a hero, so she hadn't absorbed energy from secondary shocks before. She started to pick herself up when-

WHAM! It felt like a freight train had crashed into Future Girl's breasts. Her tits jiggled uncontrollably under the force of the blow as she went flying backwards, landing on her round ass and sliding across the room.

ZOIT! "AAAAAAAAAGHHH!! WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHO'S DOING THIS TO M-"

BOING! Future Girl felt like a cannon had just been fired into her rump. "YEEEOOOOOOWWCH!" As she rocketed upwards her hands flew to her butt, rubbing it as it throbbed with pain. Future Girl crashed into the ceiling, punching a hole through it. She was stuck! Future Girl's head, shoulders, and breasts were now in a dark crawlspace above the ceiling. Her arms and torso were wedged in the hole, and her feet were left dangling, kicking helplessly and giving a nice view of her pulsating posterior.

ZO- The Future Suit stopped in mid ZOIT, even as Future Girl cringed in anticipation of the next impact. Doctor Malevolent was back at his chair, fiddling with some buttons.

"Ah, yes, I should have told you earlier. The impetus for my invitation was an astounding discovery I made regarding your Future Suit. I'm nowhere near understanding its mechanisms completely, of course, but I believe I've reverse engineered a portion of its operation. Just a portion, mind you. Specifically, the portion that controls the release of absorbed energy."

Future Girl kept kicking helplessly, but Doctor Malevolent's monologue had given her an opportunity to reassert her superheroic mental training. She pushed the waves of pain still emanating from her twitching hinder aside and began to focus on getting out of her present predicament.

"It's all quite technical, and I wouldn't expect you to understand, but the short version of the story is that I've reversed the direction of outflow. The suit still functions the same way. It absorbs attacks, multiplies the energy, then unleashes that energy. Only now it will unleash it inwardly, on you, rather than outwardly. Oh, and for fun, I've figured out a way to modify the multiplier, overclock it, so to speak. It now multiplies force a hundred fold."

Future Girl started to panic. If what Doctor Malevolent said was true, and thus far the evidence seemed to support it, she was in deep trouble. With a press of a button, she had gone from an overwhelming powerhouse to an eggshell victim. Now, every blow struck against her would be made a hundred times more powerful! The fear she had pushed to the back of her mind welled up to the forefront. She felt terror she had not felt since she first donned the Future Suit. Her kicking became more insistent as she began to push upward on the ceiling with her still-wedged arms, trying to pry herself out of the hole she had made.

"Now, I don't want you bouncing around this room forever like a ping-pong ball, so I've temporarily stopped your suit's absorption mechanism. Only temporarily, though; your suit has defense mechanisms more clever than my traps, and it should be developing a countermeasure right about... Now!"

Future Girl felt a slight jolt as she felt the absorption mechanism reactivating. With all the pain in her ass, she had barely even registered that it was off. Now she had to tread very carefully...

"You seem to be in a bit of a jam! Perhaps I can be of assistance..."

Future Girl was getting exhausted from all the kicking and decided to see what Doctor Malevolent had planned for her next. The only thing more struggling would do would feed more kinetic energy into her future suit.

Doctor Malevolent snapped his fingers and a step ladder rose from a panel that slid aside in the floor. He carefully ascended the ladder until he was right beneath Future Girl's superior posterior.

"Now sit still so I can get you out of there. You won't feel a thing. At first. Then you'll feel it something fierce."

Future Girl cringed at the thought of what the doctor might be doing down there. If she could have seen him, she would have been even more worried. The doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small monogrammed cigarette lighter. He flipped it open, igniting a small flame, and placed it under Future Girl's perfectly round ass. He held it there a few seconds, until he heard the suit make a ZOIT sound, then scrambled as quickly as he could down the ladder in an attempt to get out of the way of Future Girl's expected reaction.

At first Future Girl thought nothing had happened. She had heard the ZOIT, but maybe it was just Doctor Malevolent playing with his little buttons again. In the mean time, her present position had made her legs and ass grow numb as her nerves were pinched by the tight hole she was lodged in. Suddenly, from out of the neck hole of her suit, a delicious smell emerged. A smell like... roasting ham. Future Girl enjoyed the smell for a second, then her eyes widened as she simultaneously realized what was going on and felt the fist wave of a renewed level of pain bursting through her pinched nerves.

"YYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOWWWWOOOOOOWWWWOOOOOOOOUUCH!!!!!!!!"

Future Girl felt like a jet engine had ignited in her pants. The heat from her ass was overwhelming, and for a while all she could see was white from the searing pain. Below, Doctor Malevolent enjoyed the show as her legs resumed kicking, this time with more urgency. He could see her shapely ass swelling as it pulsated from the intense heat being inflicted on it. Finally, all of Future Girl's struggles reached their fruition when the friction from her frantic flailing wore down the hole, widening it enough for her to slip out.

BANG! She landed on her feet and immediately started running. At this point, the pain had overwhelmed her higher consciousness and all she could think about was escape and dousing the fire. She ran circles around the room frantically searching for an exit, her hands clasping her enflamed buttocks. "AAAAAAHHHJEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ" ZOIT! The suit's energy redirection catapulted her into the air using the energy absorbed from her fall. She was running at the time, and it looked like she had hopped onto a trampoline, tracing an arc through the air as her legs continued to pump. She landed on her feet and kept going.

"I believe, once again, that I may be able to offer some assistance," said Doctor Malevolent as he calmly cleaned his glasses, "If, that is, you want it."

"YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES," Future Girl kept repeating the word, her mind a broken record unable to do anything but grasp at the thin reed of hope the Doctor proffered.

The doctor stood up, in his right hand a glass of water.

"Now hold still a moment, you silly girl!"

Future Girl stopped running and began jogging in place, her hands still firmly on her flaming buttocks.

"Move the hands."

She took her hands off her ass and shoved them into her moth, biting down hard in the hopes that the pain in her hands would distract her from the fiery inferno in her pants. It didn't.

The doctor stood behind Future Girl and reached out with his left hand to lift up her cape. Taking careful aim, he reared his right hand back, then tossed the water out of the cup and onto Future Girl's ass.

The suit, as the suit was wont to do, absorbed the water. ZOIT!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DO SOMETHING! MAKE THE PAIN STOP NOWWW!!!"

And, as suddenly as it started, the burning pain in Future Girl's rear vanished, replaced with a smoldering, lingering ache. Future girl stopped running and leaned forward to catch her breath. Her hands were on her knees, her sensitive butt pushed out behind her. She now felt a wetness on her rear. A wetness that was increasing. It trickled down her legs into her boots. And the wetness kept growing, and grew more intense. She looked down and saw the pant legs of her future suit starting to bulge out, filling up with what she now realized was water.

"Oh, dear," she thought, "this is going to get worse before it gets better." The suit slowly inflated under the interior water pressure and Future Girl expanded like a water balloon. First her calves filled out, then the knees, the hips, the buttocks and crotch, the torso, the chest. As the expansion passed her waist, her belt struggled to contain her expanding girth before finally giving up the ghost. The buckle burst and sent the belt flying across the room like a bolt from a crossbow. The water began pouring into her sleeves and those began expanding as well, the wrists, the forearms, the elbows, the upper arms, the shoulders. The suit was now full to bursting. She looked like she was wearing one of those novelty inflatable sumo suits, her relatively tiny blonde head poking out of a big round body.

The pressure inside was building; she wasn't sure she could stand it much longer, pushing inward on her breasts, still sensitive from their earlier smashing, her ass, still singed, and the rest of her body. Then, as tends to happen, the laws of physics found a way to equalize the pressure. Water came bursting from the neck hole of her Future Suit, a mighty geyser shooting straight upward. Future Girl couldn't breath as the water flew up her nose and into her mouth, the flow cutting off her oxygen supply.

As the water ran out the pressure diminished. The geyser weakened, then ceased. Future Girl collapsed to her knees, hands on the floor, gasping for breath. The neck of her Future Suit had stretched and deformed, so that where it once fit tightly about her neck it now hung loosely from her shoulders, running about halfway down her back and displaying a generous amount of cleavage in the front.

Doctor Malevolent's heart raced as he looked at her coughing form on the floor. If he moved slightly he might just be able to see... but no. All in good time. He had work to do, now.

"I'm terribly sorry to leave you in such a state, but I'm afraid I have some other business to attend to. So if you'll just freeze right there for a moment..."

At that, Doctor Malevolent playfully tossed an ice cube at the soggy superheroine, hitting her on her back. She groggily turned her head to look at what had hit her.

ZOIT! "What the-" Suddenly, Future Girl felt chilly. It started with her back, then spread. She had never felt as cold in her life as she felt then, and it was only getting worse. As she realized what was happening, it dawned on her that she was suddenly being subjected to extreme cold while sitting in a pool of water, soaked from head to toe, with a Future Suit still retaining liquid. He eyes widened as she started trying to crawl away, hoping that this might improve her situation, without really having any idea of how. But in a flash, it was over. "NOOO-"

SHHHHIINK! Future Girl was frozen solid mid-crawl, on her hands and knees, her round ass thrust into the air, her back arched, her distended Super Suit barely covering the nipples of her pert breasts. Her mouth made an O while her eyes were wide open in horror.

Doctor Malevolent inspected his new ice sculpture.

"Why my dear, that's no position for a modest young superheroine to be in! In fact, if I didn't know better, I would say it looked like you were frozen in the middle of the climax of coitus in a most canine-like position! Obscene!"

Doctor Malevolent chuckled to himself. He wished he could stop right now and keep this obnoxious superheroine as she is, perhaps put her in the entryway as a warning to other meddlers. But no, her suit's self-preservation mechanisms would soon kick in, and then where would he be? He hobbled out of the room, rubbing his hands in anticipation of the icy heroine's next challenge.

About half an hour later, Future Girl blinked back into consciousness. She was still on the floor, mostly frozen, but she could feel warmth radiating from her Future Suit. Of course! The suit had self-preservation mechanisms built in to restore it to its original form in case the suit itself suffered damage! The suit was gradually defrosting itself and its occupant. Future Girl shivered as she pondered the mess she was in. What more horrors could the doctor have in store for her? She began to doubt the wisdom, not just of this adventure, but of superheroing in general.

Eventually the ice fully melted and she was free. She took her boots and gloves off to release the remaining water from her Future Suit, then replaced them. Her hair was a soaking mess, and she was still damp all over, but at least she was unfrozen and could look for a way out. Once fully defrosted, her suit began returning to its original shape. It was designed to mold itself to the form of its wearer, so in short order it was back to its usual skin-tight state.

Future Girl did another self-assessment. Her suit looked fine, though obviously Doctor Malevolent had perverted its programming. She had to find a way to reverse his interference. She had lost her belt. Her cape was soggy and stretched, but still wearable. Her domino mask was still affixed. She had on her soaking boots and gloves. As for herself, her face still smarted from the slap that started all of this, and her tits were sore from the subsequent blow. Her ass, though, was in ruins. She gingerly gave it a poke. "Owowowowow!" She gritted her teeth as pain shot through her rear. Pounded, seared, pressed by water, then frozen. She'd always been proud of her butt; she considered it one of her best features. Now it throbbed with pain at the slightest touch. If she got out of this alive, she probably wouldn't be able to sit for a month.

Future Girl inspected her surroundings. Plain white room. Puddle of water on the floor. The chair had disappeared, but now there was a door on the far wall. It seemed strangely out of place, a wooden door with a brass knob.

Future Girl walked toward the door. Her memory was hazy from all the physical abuse she had taken, but hadn't the Doctor said something about a door knob? She walked over to the door cautiously. She flattened herself against the wall next to the door, in case something nasty was waiting on the other side in ambush. Slowly, carefully, she inched her right hand toward the knob, gripped it lightly between two fingers, and turned.

Nothing.

She peeked into the room. Inside was a long hallway, sumptuously appointed, with portraits lining the walls. At least one was recognizably Doctor Malevolent, though notably younger. Future Girl walked into the room.

She sunk several inches with her first step. What is this on the ground?

"Ah, you're awake. Excellent. There are just a few more challenges for you, but I suspect they will be too much. Now, you've shown me that you could tackle my Tesla coils, but can you conquer... A SHAG CARPET?"

Future Girl looked more closely at the floor. Oh! It IS a shag carpet, in a rich green color. She stared quizzically, then shrugged. Maybe she was giving the doctor too much credit. Maybe he really was going senile and had gotten lucky with whatever he had done to her suit. She began to walk down the hall.

SLAM! The door closed shut behind her. She looked back, concerned. Still, there was nothing for her in the previous room. Onward and upward! Future Girl steeled her courage. She was a superhero! Even if her suit was malfunctioning, she still had the experience, the training, the heart of a hero. She would triumph! She had to!

Future Girl stood up straight and strode down the hall, making a bee-line to the door at the other end. It looked identical to the one she had entered through, solid wood, brass door handle. If Future Girl had been a little less courageous and a little more cautious, she might have noticed the hair on her head rising straight up as static from walking across the shag carpet built up in her body.

She reached out to grab the door handle.

ZZZT!

"Huh? What was..." ZOIT! "Oh no."

ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!! A sudden jolt of electricity shot through Future Girl's right arm, sending her flying backwards, her cape covering her head and fluttering in front of her as she flew with her arms and legs stretched forward. She hit the ground then slid along the shag, ten feet, fifteen feet, twenty feet, before coming to a stop when she hit the door she had come in through.

ZOIT!

"What could that bOOOOOOOOWWWWWCCCHHH!"

The most intense rug burn that any human has ever experienced was suddenly transferred by the Future Suit into Future Girl's already sensitive ass. The pain was unbearable, sharp and spread over the entire length of her butt. She began rubbing her butt furiously, still seated, her hands brushing the carpet as she went.

"JEEE-EEE-EEE-EEE-EEE-ZUS!"

As she kept rubbing her ass, her now-singed hair began rising again. The pain eventually subsided to a dull ache. Future Girl cautiously picked herself up off the floor, setting her hands on the ground to steady herself, then stretching her legs up to lift her butt off the ground.

"YAH!" shouted the voice of Doctor Malevolent through the now amplified speakers.

"Wha?!" the sudden loud noise startled Future Girl, and she stumbled backwards into the door, her ass striking the knob.

ZZT!

"Oh dear."

ZZZZZZZAAAAAAAPPPPPPP! Another bolt surged through Future Girl's ravaged buttocks, propelling her through the air and down the hall, her hands clasped to her ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

This time she flew a greater distance. She seemed about to crash into the far door when it suddenly swung open. She landed in a dark room on a hard floor, the momentum from her flight causing her to somersault forward until she came to a halt, face on the ground, ass in the air.

"Ow."

Future Girl had reached a point where she could no longer remember a time in her life when her ass was not the source of indescribable, unrelenting pain. It throbbed beneath her Future Suit with each beat of her heart, to the point where a nurse could take her pulse just by watching her hiney. The rest of her wasn't in much better shape. Her muscles ached from the electricity that had so recently surged through her body. Her face was slack, her boobs, mush. She lifted a trembling arm and began trying to push herself up. After a few failed attempts she managed to sit back on her haunches.

"SSSSSSSSS!"

This was a mistake. Her ass was in no state to be touched in any way. She repositioned herself onto her hands and knees. A few black strands found their way in front of her face. Future Girl grabbed them curiously. It took a few seconds for it to register that this was her hair, now singed beyond recognition. She put her hand up and rubbed her head, causing the ashen strands to crumble and fall off. Where she once had luxurious, shoulder-length blonde hair she now had a frayed, uneven, black-tinged pixie cut.

With a herculean effort, she managed to get back up onto her feet. Her vision was fuzzy, but she still tried to make sense of her surroundings. The only thing she could make out was a white-grey-yellow blob, roughly shaped like Doctor Malevolent. She slowly stumbled toward him, with an uneven, halting gait. It took her fully five minutes to traverse the ten feet between where she had risen and the mad doctor. She stood before him, her shoulders slack, her arms limp, her knees bent inward touching each other, her feet spread out. Her face looked dazed, her eyes crossed and glassy. After a few more moments, she reached deep within herself, summoned every last ounce of strength in her superheroic body, and prepared to let forth a stunning rebuke of the blurry blob that she assumed to be her tormentor.

"Puhf!" A small puff of smoke escaped her mouth. Distracted, her eyes followed it up to the ceiling. Finding she quite liked that position, her eyes kept rolling back into her head. She collapsed. First she fell to her knees, then her face slammed to the floor, leaving her prostrate before her arch enemy, her silver-clad ass waving in the air like a white flag of surrender.

"Well, I believe we're just about done here! But I'm afraid there are still a few small matters to take care of."

Future Girl's battered brain took a few seconds to process this. She struggled to focus her eyes on the doctor-blob, then gave up and settled for muttering a surprised "Guh?"

"Oh, yes, you've suffered, but that was all part of the gauntlet, a risk of the trade. Occupational hazard, you know. But there's one thing I can't abide: Insults to my mental faculties! I am, as you pointed out, the fourth smartest man in the world (and if all goes to plan with my operation in Kiev, soon to be the third smartest man in the world!) and I do not take insults to my intelligence from be-caped bimbos lightly."

"Zuh." Future Girl retorted.

"Now in my day, young persons never spoke to their elders as you have, and the only proper way to deal with them was to put them back into their place. And nothing served to humble an upstart such as yourself like a good spanking!"

Future Girl couldn't believe that her ass was in for more punishment. She vaguely twitched her hands in an effort to protect herself, while frantically muttering, "Nuh! Nuh!"

"Oh, I'm afraid I must do this, if only to teach you a lesson." Doctor Malevolent walked slowly to Future Girl's side, right next to her prominently-displayed posterior. He knelt down, lifted up the back of her cape, and reared his right hand back.

SLAP! ZOIT! A moment of respite as Future Girl awaited the inevitable. "YEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWCCHHH!" SMACK! ZOIT! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSHHHH!" WHACK! ZOIT! "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

The spanking seemed to go on forever, but was in fact only about two minutes. Pain signals from her butt had now overwhelmed her other senses. For a few moments, Future Girl's entire experiential world was posterior pain.

Doctor Malevolent walked around to Future Girl's head. He bent down and cradled her chin in his hand. Her eyes were glassy and didn't track his movements. Her jaw was slack, opening and shutting with the movement of his hand. Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth.

"Well, now you look properly penitent. Are you sorry for calling me senile?"

"Yuh."

"And are you sorry for coming here today?"

"Yuh."

"And are you sorry for foiling all my plans in the past?

"Yuh."

"Well, then, perhaps I can find it in myself to show a bit of mercy and compassion. How would you like to pretend all of this never happened and go back to normal."

Future Girl's mental faculties were gradually recovering. Was he offering the deal he had offered before her suit's release mechanism was reversed? If so, she would gladly take it! Anything to get out of here alive! With effort, her eyes regained their focus and she began nodding her head as vigorously as she was able.

"I... I... I... Want... That..."

"Yes, of course you would. Well, I have just the way to do it. But first, we'll need to fix your suit, won't we?"

It seemed to Future Girl that Doctor Malevolent had changed before her eyes, from villain to savior, from mad scientist to kindly grandfather. He was going to let bygones be bygones and she could start trying to forget this whole day ever happened!

"Now, if we're to set things right, I'll need you to stand up."

Future Girl obeyed. She slowly, haltingly made her way to her feet. The promise of escape had given her renewed strength and had somewhat restored her mental acuity.

"Now, if you can manage it, I need you to strike a heroic pose, just to show that we're all finished with this and going to let bygones be bygones."

She wasn't sure what a pose had to do with restoring her Future Suit, but Future Girl was in no state to disagree. Calling upon her last reserves of strength, she adopted a heroic stance: Legs spread, knees locked, shoulders square, chest out, chin up, hands on her hips. Her hair, granted, was now singed and short and messy, but the hero inside still shone through.

"Excellent, excellent, now I just need to do this one small thing..."

Doctor Malevolent reached up with both hands, grasping Future Girl's Future Suit right between her breasts. Pinching tightly with his thumbs and forefingers, he pulled the material hard in opposite directions, his left hand downward, his right hand upward.

Rip!

A tiny hole had been made in the bust of the Future Suit. Future Girl looked down at it quizzically.

ZOIT!

A horrifying realization dawned on Future Girl, and she watched wide-eyed as new glowing tears ripped out from the small initial rip. The lines sprouted their own lines, which sprouted their own lines, until the entire suit was covered in a chaotic spiderweb. She could hear her suit whirring as its self-preservation mechanism sprang to life, frantically trying to hold itself together. For a moment it seemed it might work, as the cracks started to slowly diminish. Then they grew back, and more cracks grew, faster than ever. The designers of the suit had designed the self-preservation mechanism to overcome just about anything, but they hadn't counted on the suit's own primary mechanism, the damage amplifier and redirector, being turned against it!

Future Girl felt the temperature inside the suit rising as one of the suits mechanisms tried to defend itself from another. Smoke rose from the suit's neck hole.

"Shit," said Future Girl.

POP! The self-defense mechanism had finally given up the ghost, overwhelmed by the suit's amplification abilities.

WhhhhhiiiiIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR-BOOOOOOOOOM!

With an ear-shattering explosion, the Future Suit blew itself into a million pieces. Linda Lester, no longer Future Girl, stood there, hands still on her hips, eyes glassy, mouth gaping open in shock. She still had her domino mask on, along with her now-frayed blue boots and gloves. Her cape had blown up with the suit; all that remained was a tattered collar around her neck. The form-fitting and supportive nature of the Future Suit had made a bra superfluous, so now she stood with her chest thrust forward, tits proudly on display. The only thing preserving what little remained of her modesty was a pair of light pink panties with lacy hot-pink trim, bedecked with blue, green, and purple hearts. The panties, a favorite pair from her younger days, struggled to contain Linda's robust ass at the best of times, and thanks to the swelling they were now full-to-bursting. The seams on the side strained, and a hint of red skin could be seen beneath.

"Buh, buh, buh..." Linda stuttered as she cupped her breasts in her hands, turned her body, and attempted in vain to shield her cute panties from the demented doctor's prying eyes.

"Now, now, I told you I'd return things to normal. And I have! I can get back to my plans for world domination, and you can go back to whatever it is you did before you decided to make a profession out of being a pain in my ass." He gazed down at Linda's now oversized rump. "Heh, no pun intended."

He reached down and gave Linda's butt a condescending swat.

"Ooo!" Linda lept forward and arched her back, further straining her tight little panties. This last bit of effort was the straw that broke the dromedary. Plink! Plink! The seams on both sides of her undies burst and the panties fell, defeated, off of her body and floated gently to the floor, where they joined the scraps of her Future Suit.

"EEEEK!" Linda hunched over, one arm across both breasts, the other covering her well-manicured thatch of blonde pubic hair. Her bare ass stuck out and formed a bullseye of colors, pink at the periphery, shading into red, then purple, and finally black in the dead center.

"Excellent! The perfect denoument for my little entertainment!"

"Huh?"

"Of course, I've been video taping your whole excursion. I plan to sell it and make a fortune. It has everything! Beauty! Hubris! Downfall! Sex appeal! I'll be rich! Well, richer. But don't worry, the masses will still be able to appreciate your fall; I've been beaming this excursion to various news satellites. But they'll have to pay dearly if they want to see the R-rated director's cut!"

Linda squirmed ridiculously. Now everyone she knew would likely deduce her secret identity and bear witness to her ultimate humiliation. She had become the world's laughing stock. She now just wished this would all end and she could go back to her old, pre-heroic life. The future could suck it, someone else would have to save the world.

"Well, I believe that's about all I need from you," said Doctor Malevolent, dismissively. "I'd kill you, but you're now harmless and, if anything, letting you live would be a greater torment. I trust you can find the exit..."

Linda looked around, confused. There didn't seem to be any doors.

Doctor Malevolent pushed a button and a hole opened up beneath Linda.

She hung frozen in the air a moment, looked down at the trap door, then looked up, wide-eyed and blinking.

"Eep."

At last gravity reasserted itself and Linda disappeared from view.

"YAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh......"

"Ah, good, you found it."

Linda tumbled through a dark tunnel, for what seemed like miles. Finally she saw daylight.

FOOOOMP! Linda Lester, formerly Future Girl, shot out of a waste disposal tube into a muddy swamp. She got stuck there, face down in the mud, legs kicking in the air, her multi-colored round ass fully displayed just above the mud's surface. So ended the superheroic career of Future Girl.

Has Future Girl lost her powers forever? Will she return now to her life as a meek and mousey secretary, forever forswearing the life of adventure she once led? Will she require extensive reconstructive surgery and lengthy rehabilitation to restore her previously perfect posterior to even a shade of its former glory? Will she avoid sitting down for the next six months? AT LONG LAST, IS THIS THE END OF FUTURE GIRL!?

The answer to all of these questions is, sadly, yes. Future Girl's actress has quit following an acrimonious contract renegotiation, and the show has been canceled, effective immediately. Thank you for all your support!