The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares it a work of public domain, free to be used in whole or in part, by any and all, in any and all medium, for now and all time. Rook.

MANDY MARVELOUS

In “THE MISCHIEVOUS MANDARIN”

The night bore little resemblance to the accursed hot and muggy day. Long afternoon thunder showers broke of towering ominous cloud banks had burst over the city in sheets of brutal down pour, breaking the miserable three day heat wave and flooding the long thin serpentine river that slunk through the dismal hart of the city and lent it it’s name; “Zana.”

“Zana”, was the name of a long black snake and it rather aptly described the river on most occasions, save now, when it had over bore its banks and thrown its muddy heads out to nuzzle along the streets and join with the oily murk of the straining street sewers.

The heavy rains had ceased at sunset, bunching off like ripe laden grape vines, the bruised purple fruit nodding this way and that, scattering on sudden diverse winds, as everyone in the city emerged into the fresh wake of cool air and wandered around for several hours, but the streets were sodden with mud and debris and the soft cool breeze was promising the first decent night of sleep in over a week, and soon the city that had emerged and bustled in the great wake of the mighty storms dying trailing wails had slipped off and vanished into the too inviting arms of blissful cool zephyrs of yawing dream.

Into this silent void of soundless motionless lethargic daze arose a new sedentary layer of men. The criminal mind and body slipped its nocturnal moorings and began to labor in its own foul vocations of nefarious deeds. To a city half in night flood, a small group of black back bent shadows wormed in hushed activity on one of the dryer patches of upper city blocks. Pulling heavy cases out of three unmarked straight bed trucks on a dark deserted street, the hunched shades whisper footed it just out of reach of the rim of the lone functioning street lights yellow orange cusp half a block away from them. In the dim of shadow on shadow taffy pulled into inky dark, the figures worked as rapidly as possible seemingly oblivious of all and by all, despite their occasional number stopping suddenly as if to sniff the wind for tell tale sign of a dreamer disturbed.

But while the wary night cloaked men saw nothing to alarm them, the slumbering City its self did see and note them, abate in a most curious and singular form, and one would have to wonder if any of the shadow splitting men had indeed noticed her observance of them, if they would have honestly felt any threat stirred by her simple prescience? For the little blot of ink that blended so easily into the short stubby fingerings of the roof top silhouette sky line of the building directly across the open puddle sewer drain gurgling street was eyed not with a vehement scowl or gritted determination, but rather a puzzled curiosity that swirled with an almost daft exasperation.

Miranda Moorcox, the young teenage daughter of the renowned Professor Marten Moorcox of the Zana Museum of Antiquities and Historic Artifacts, watched the group of six men looking all the world like black bugs or ants, unload the three dull colored trucks, and race their boxes of contents into the dark maw of the old abandoned red brick building across the street and below her vantage point, and frowned deeply.

When Miranda had first observed the three trucks fly racing past her as she was locking up the side entrance of the Museum and heading home for the night with book bag bulging, she had felt an eerie itch on the tip of her nose that those dull gray green trucks were up to no good. And when she had heard them come to a screeching halt and the doors pop open and slam shut obviously just around the corner of the intersection of the next block, she had decided to investigate.

Sticking to the plentiful shadows of the storm damaged city and cutting through an alleyway, it had been easy enough for her to creep past the busy men and make her way up a night clad fire escape to the best view of the odd situation. But here with the night gusts tangling her short shoulder length brown hair, she found herself utterly stumped by the activities she now dutifully observed. After all, weren’t thieves suppose to remove items out of dark buildings? Not surly put things into them? For all her book smarts and great power of archaic esoteric knowledge, Miranda was culturally starved of any street smarts and shared, though to a much lesser extent, the notorious quirk of her fathers woeful absent mindedness.

Miranda chewed on her plump lower lip and put her small fist on her proud round back side, as was her wont when she was perplexed by some puzzle or riddle, such as the mating rituals of the long deceased Amba-Go-Bie tribe or working out which of the seven dynasties a one inch pottery shard belonged to, or how to operate a soda vending machine. In the end she fluxed between calling on her one true confidant; ‘P.J. Rockett, Jr.’ or handling a closer investigation on her own. [editors note: As our long time readers will no doubt remember, Miranda rescued P.J. Rockett, Jr. the son of the wealthy billionaire industrialist P.J. Rockett, Sr. in the “Diabolical Deadly Disciples of Dharma Doom Dilemma” And the two have been close hand in hand crime fighters every since!] The decision was made for her as two of the men split off from the group and each leapt into a truck and drove off with it. Leaving only one truck and four men, the men quickly disappearing into the dark building and leaving the street back to its sleepy slumber. Miranda decided she would have to investigate on her own, before whatever was happening finished happening and she was left with no mystery left to solve!

Miranda surveyed the deserted street below her and then gave a quick glance out over the power molted city where little islands of electricity glimmered here and there in the great storms furious aftermath and then stepped away from the lip of the buildings edge and well into the shadows of some primitive pieced together apparatus that looked all the world to her as a 13^th century siege tower in miniature, and began to remove her clothes!

First she removed her simple thick soled sandals and was surprised to find the wet tar of the roof still warm to the touch of her bare feet from the long lost day. She carefully tossed the shoes into her already over crowded book bag and taking one last lower lip biting hesitation plucked her simple summer dress over her head and rolled it up and placed it on top of her shoes. Normally she wore a blouse and ankle length skirt all summer long, but the recent heat wave’s humid misery had driven even her to the ubiquitous light single sheath summer dress that allowed women to comfort come as close in public as the bare chested men seeking out shade in the sweltering rays. There Miranda stood in the odd moonscape of the over cast night roof top, a smattering of stars dancing crazily through a gap in the tattered remains of the great host of the scattered storm, in her underwear.

Miranda reached for her bra strap and stopped. She knew what would happen if she didn’t completely disrobe, but she couldn’t bring herself to remove her bra and her shimmering blue panties. She just couldn’t bring herself to undress in public like that, even though there was no one to see her and the transformation would destroy any clothing she was still wearing. Still, she left her undergarments on and closed her eyes and concentrated.

Once again Miranda found herself in the low ceiling stone room that she had accidentally found three months ago on her fathers dig in the mountains of South America. She had stumbled into the hidden hallway of a low mound of rubble and jungle growth and finding a low alter had deciphered enough of the glyphs to activate the hidden catch that had spun her and the wall and a circular rift of the floor around on its hidden axis to place her in the low squat room. Then as now she found herself faced with three strange idols slotted into the walls, each with a shimmering radiant light. And each light had engulfed her and spoke within her mind. And each voice had been a woman’s and she had noted the bones of humans upon the floor and had been told that males were not welcome in the presence of the sister goddesses. And even as they each taught her their names she had noted one niche empty and a grave stillness of a missing goddess.

Miranda stood now in that timeless vortex as each of the goddesses bathed her in their essence and each bid her call them by name; “Zara, goddess of strength and war, Umra, goddess of justice and noble deeds, Tara, goddess of fertility and passion.” And Miranda did as they bid and she called out their collective name, “By the power of ZUT!” And once again she was back on the roof top of that building and not in that stone room thousands of miles out of time away buried in the spine of a forgotten jungle temple, but she was no longer truly Miranda Moorcox. Already she could feel the transformation take its hold upon her, as the eerie lights bathed her there upon the roof tops of Zana city.

She could feel each goddess bestowing their blessing upon their chosen champion. She could feel her limbs grow strong and supple as Zara breathed strong courage into her sinews and muscles. She could feel the cinch of divine will tighten her resolve to right wrongs as Umra girded her steel shoulders and noble brow. And she could feel the gentle fires of Tara’s kisses as her breasts tingled and swelled and swelled and swelled, and her hips bloomed and a cauldron of untamable lusts began to seethe and boil in her loins.

The shimmering clouds of lights seeped into her and vanished in a crashing flash of blinding nova and Miranda Moorcox was as a dreamer in her new body of Mandy Marvelous!

Mandy surveyed her new body and flexed her cat like limbs lost in that momentary awe that she always felt with the heady steel spring strength coursing through her taught members and that weltering undercurrent of sexual lava arousal she felt tingling with building tension just under every inch of her skin! Mandy tossed back her long thick coils of curly soft crimson mane of hair that fell down her small s-curved back to the deep cleft of her firm peach shaped ass. She noted that her bra and panties were now dissolved to a fine dust which she brushed off her enormous full breast that easily each were twice the size of her lion mane head and tingled constantly with a fire of delirious sensations. Mandy could not stop her brushing hands from cupping each bounteous heavy perfectly formed orb of her opulent buoyant bosom and rubbing each palm sized puffy areolas and tugging with sudden sucking breath at each thumb sized prominent nipple centered therein. It sent shivers of joy through her lithe body and a broad smile coursed across her beautiful freckled face. Her large flashing gray green eyes watered as her hands danced down her thin slim body and danced playfully at brushing the powdery remains of her blue panties from the enormous thick patch of red pubic corn silk hair thickly matted with dewy desire now found there.

Mandy’s long graceful fingers were beginning to become hopelessly tangled in that delicious proud tight briar mound and sticky with fevered attempts to dig her way through, when the red mist lowering her heavy lashes was parted by the will of Umra who cried out that there was an aura of ill deeds upon the heavy dark winds and that it must be righted before morn, for the three goddesses were sisters of the night and their powers weakened considerably during the reign of the sun.

Mandy’s eyes popped open wide and she nodded at the goddess of justice rebuke, but her fingers lingered slightly at the large cherry stone of her throbbing clitoris and the sticky thick meaty lips of her pouting labia seemed to be thoroughly stuck to her finger tips and she had to bite hard on her wet red pillow lips to find the resolve to reluctantly lower her needy hands to her shapely sides.

Now came the hardest part for the novice super heroine, for now she had to concentrate hard to will into being her super heroine costume upon her body, as it quivered there with pent up desires, tugging at her minds edges, like a rusty wheel demanding grease.

Mandy saw her mental contact to the three goddesses and the power they granted her as a pie graph divided up into twelve equal parts in her mind. It was the kind of Miranda Moorcox mental exercise which Mandy found helped her tremendously as she learned to master her new abilities. One part of the pie maintained her contact to the goddesses and thus channeled their tremendous power to her, this contact, she had found could be maintained even while she was unconscious, providing none of the rest of the pie’s pieces were being used as well. That left her eleven slices of power to fill up with use, each slice requiring a conscious amount of mental energy to initiate it and then maintain it. For example, she knew it would only take one slice of the pie to glide slowly down from the building top to the ground and that it would then be empty for future use as soon as she was on the ground. It would not take much of a slice to just jump down, but it would still take some of a slice to keep her from harm upon landing. It would take three slices to leap up into the air and hover there, with another slice to then move about and fly at a slow steady speed. She could then add slices to increase her speed.

Thus it was that Mandy knew from her brief experience thus far as to what she could do in relation to other things. For there was no more than twelve or really eleven slices of power for her to use at any time. If she tried to keep a steel overhead door from closing as she had during the “Crisis of the China Crime Syndicate” mystery, [editors note; this was the adventure in which both Miranda and her alter ego Mandy met, rescued, and fell in a serious crush with Professor Peter Tool, the young man who remains Professor Martin Moorcox’s arch nemesis.] that had taken four slices, but then the fiendish villains had increased the power to the steel doors and she had to increase the slices used to keep the door from closing. That she was also being shot at from close range by rapidly approaching soldiers with machineguns had required another three slices to keep her body invulnerable to their withering fire and hand grenades. In the end she only managed to get everyone out and survive and escape herself, by reassigning slices of her power which had come dangerously close to being maxed out of all twelve slices. At that time she had worn an elaborate costume of many layers and of spectacular hues, that had cost no less than four slices to maintain, she had found herself standing there panting , hands on knees, before the bedazzled men she had rescued, stark naked, not even her mask on her flushed and embarrassed face. Luckily no one was looking at her face and she had managed to re-summon her costume to her after a frazzled mind freeze of several minutes made all the worse by her ever increasing unbridled lusts at being stared at by several dozen obviously aroused men, while she tried to lead the survivors through the icy mountains with her half bent over body and hands trying desperately to cover up her nether regions while simultaneously struggling to point out directions and issue commands! Lesson learned!

Now Mandy would settle on a costume that would use as little of a slice of her power pie as possible. This was easier said than done, for the manipulation of molecules in the air into a form fitting fabric seemed to take up an inordinate amount of power and concentration. Mandy had thought of just creating a physical costume and carrying it with her in her book bag to put on after her transformation, since any clothing she was still wearing when she transformed was destroyed by the act of transformation its self. But in the end she had found she had no talents at all at being a seamstress and the idea of carrying around a suit of clothes wherever she went with a J-cup bra several cup sizes beyond her most padded own, and a costume that in time given her increased involvement with fighting crime would sooner or latter be captured on the media lenses, just seemed to beg for problems. She decided it would be best to just summon her costume as needed and take that unlikely risk that she may find herself naked before the hungry eyes of hundreds of hot horny men, Mandy stifled a wet sigh at the thought and shook her red thick locks to force herself to concentrate again.

It would have to be something simple. She covered herself in a skin tight suit from chin to toes, but noted it took two slices of power pie and it was so skin tight as to make her wonder if it wouldn’t actually be less provocative to just wander about naked? She decided to go more basic and focused on just covering her groin, breasts, and some kind of mask for her face, for though her appearance was slightly altered in her face, a close inspection by some one who knew Miranda would see the close resemblance there.

Mandy abandoned the cowl and cape she had worn before and had re-summoned now, and replaced it with a simple eye mask. Little more than a thin strip of molded oval cloth around her wide eyes and covering the small bridge of her nose. Functional and kind of cute she wrinkled her nose and liked how the mask tingled there hovering just millimeters above her skin.

Next she set to work on her crotch. This was a toughie, her very thick patch of more curlicue fur than hair now there, made any kind of contacting cloth a quickly camel toeing wet sopping mess as her every ready snatch found even the lightest touch of sensation a quick trigger for her sprinkler system down there to prime the pump and set its self to the needy task of finding something to engulf! Finally after several deep moaning regretfully abandoned designs, Mandy settled on a simple pleated skirt. This started out at knee length which she considered nicely modest considering any kind of under garment was out of the question! But after falling madly in love with a just darling pair of knee length high heeled skin tight boots, Mandy found it energy slice pie prudent to shorten the skirt to a hem length whisper just under her impossibly perfect spherical buttocks.

Now for her breasts, here was another deep ponder, how to cage such a spectacular massive display of perpetual motion? With her every breath they seemed to thither and jiggle and heave in endless undulations, and soon as she took a step! Well, it was like watching an army on parade on pogo sticks! How anything so large could be so constant in its motions amazed her and eventually she just gave up trying to curtail such an elliptical primordial chaotic force. In stead of trying to harness them into a wrestled state or bury them under several layers of wraps as she had done previously, Mandy simply mentally and physically stretched up the hem of her skirt until it stretched up to, but not quiet over her ample nipples. She had to make the fabric skin tight to lessen the energy drain, and she hardened the fabric under the breasts to add some support to the shuddering udders, which in turn gave her a décolletage that seemed to start of the base of her swan like neck and swell up and out to almost her arms length. It wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. She added a pair of elbow length gloves to avoid telltale finger prints and set a nice shimmering silver lightning bolt on each pink glove and boot.

Mandy gave herself the once over and hummed. It still wasn’t quiet what she was looking for but it was only eating up one slice of her power pie and she found she had tweaked the individual garments so that it was requiring little to no effort upon her part to maintain them. Mandy felt she was now ready to investigate further the four men and their late night shenanigans. She stepped over to the edge of the building and with a slight hop soared over to the building across the street from her and glided to a soft silent landing in the shadows of the foreboding structure.

In her tweaking Mandy had not noticed her mental tugs and pulls and her shrinking a smidgen here or there to conserve the energy drain and make her conscious need for will to maintain its concentration as little as possible, that she had raised her mini-skirts hem to such a pinch of degrees that especially in the back were it was most difficult for her to gage, she had so flared out the pleats and shortened the hem, that now as she leaned with a gloved finger to her open mouth ever so slightly forward to peer into the dark shadows of the building next to the van to make out the large closed door there in, that she unknowingly had left her large round proud white bottom clearly on display and the forest of flame red tangle of hair so potently glistening like a hairy coconut husk off her swollen mound nested between her soft ready thighs, twisted out fragile tendrils into the gleaming dark, tipped in dew, that it afforded a view so striking for any passerby that had there been one, it surly would have constituted the grounds for a mouthwatering open gapping chin crunching stride right into an unlighted light pole.

Mandy finally made out the door by squinting her large eyes and with her bare bottom swaying ever so tantalizingly, a white sweet soft smooth moon of its own right, our little dear shimmied up to the door and tugged it open. Mandy was surprised by the low soft glow of light that radiated out of the open door, she had not realized that the windows of the building had been blackened out with paint and that much of the out spilling of the weak light had been hidden from her vantage point of observation by the buildings dock over hang. The light however was weak as it was lost in a maze of twisting corridors of crates and refuse, from its distant source and her hesitant pause on the large doors threshold. Mandy stepped through and closed the sliding door behind her. In the distance she could make out men talking but the words were lost to her and by the time she had focused her hearing to make them out with another slice of her power pie assigned to the task, the men had stopped talking and had apparently entered a distant room and closed a door behind them.

Mandy moved cautiously to where the nearest intersection of boxes leaked out the weak light. She was not being careful out of fear, after all she was capable of making herself almost invulnerable, nor did she consider men to be of a very bright part of the species to begin with, but she still was uncertain if these men had indeed committed any kind of crime. While she was certain that she had of course committed a crime of trespassing already! Mandy wanted to find those boxes those men had carried in here, and see if there was something incriminating contained within them. If not, she would quietly sneak back out the way she had come and none would be the wiser. It would be good practice if nothing else, and she definitely needed practice!

Mandy allocated four slices to her vision and scanned the room. There didn’t seem to be any sign of those crates the men had been carrying into the building. All of these were too large or showed obvious signs of having been here for a long time, dust, mildew, damp rot. She scanned the floor and could make out were the men had created a trail through the dirt and debris all leading to the intersection with the weak light were the voices had emulated from. Mandy let her vision return to normal and the room fell back to its inky murky clump of shadows and twisted indecipherable shapes. She moved carefully forward, her stiletto heeled boots already having her on tip toe, she crept to the slight echo of her heels steel buttoned clicks.

Reaching the lighted turn in the maze of boxes Mandy peered around the corner and thus raised her proud bottom almost even with her lowered stretched shoulders. It was difficult to think clearly, what with her having to maintain her focus on directing her powers on continual up keep items or even just for momentary ones, but the constant ever growing blessing of Tara made things even more interesting. Mandy was certain that whoever the fourth goddess had been it surly must have had some counter balancing force against Tara’s turning ones pussy to a boiling soup! The longer Mandy maintained the contact to the three goddesses and tapped into their blessing power, the greater Tara’s tremendous passionate tensions turned Mandy’s iron limbs to quivering jellies of lust and insatiable need. Mandy knew that she would have to find what she was looking for quickly and return to the roof and her book bag with her sun dress in it, or else seriously risk slipping into a ruttish state of mind destroying sexual passions that might leave her helplessly humping her own hands or anything they could grasp for hours on end. Tara’s blessing was the furnaces from which the other two goddesses drew and built their own channels of power within Mandy, but it was also the land mine threatening to go off under her quivering feet at any second!

Even now as Mandy leaned to peer around the corner of the boxes that acted as walls to the aisles she moved through, she could already feel the slight pulse at the base of her spine as her up turned ass began to gently quake above her submissive shoulders and deeply flushing face. She would have to act quickly! It didn’t help matters that Tara considered Miranda’s somewhat prudish out look on premarital sex as an affront to her godly domain, but the girls almost sexless existence so wrapt up in the moldering bandages of the past meant that the sudden contact with a goddess of sexual passions was like a flood in a desert, and Mandy as usual found herself struggling to hold her quivering sides against the immortal split of the unquenchable sprit within her.

With knuckles almost white on the edges of the crates, Mandy managed to gather up the hiccup shakes of her reddening ass and force herself to slink down the lighted corridor. For indeed the maze of boxes had given way to actual thinly walled offices and rooms of cheap plywood doors and halfway down the hallway, a lone naked bulb thick with dust dimly shone from an open socket in the false tiled ceiling.

Mandy approached the light, feeling her hips roll in an oily suggestiveness despite her best restraints of will power and she realized with a thick swallow that she was becoming increasingly aware of the delicious tug of her enormous breasts at the clinging hem of her straining top. She needed to find either the boxes or what room those men had vanished into if for no other reason than to feed her weakening mind some distraction to keep her from obsessing upon her enflamed libidos aching lust over her own bodies luscious overwhelming prescience! Mandy licked her sweating upper soft puffy lip and sucked on her plump pouting lower lip and placed her small gloved fist on her firm soft plateau of her lower back, right where it gave gentle rise to her swell of round jutting hip, as was her wont when she was perplexed with a puzzle. For each of the rooms and doors lining the hallway had glass window panes and one could easily see that none of the rooms were lighted from within nor were any of them occupied by any men. Where had the men disappeared to? Had they been even further down the corridor? Mandy sauntered under and past the lone whining dirt streaked light bulb and soon found that the corridor ended in heavy shadows against a brick outer wall which it turned and followed into a dark recess of an iron stair leading up into the morose dark of the second floor of the old deserted building.

Mandy reached out a small gloved hand and tugged on the stairs long rusted supports, it groaned loudly. No, that didn’t seem right. She was certain if they had stepped upon the stairs she would have heard it easily, and the sound of the door closing behind their voices had been much closer to her than this place where she now found herself. Mandy retraced her steps and shot frowning glances at the empty offices. Where had those four men disappeared to, and where were those boxes they had been so egger to bring in here? Mandy tried one of the office doors, it opened stubbornly, the door jamb swollen from a lack of use and creaked loudly as it wobbled in a bang as it coughed open to her incessant shove. No, they didn’t use one of these.

Mandy stood in the corridor directly under the solitary bulb and in frustration stamped her small pretty booted foot. A dull echo resounded under her booted stamp and Mandy quickly looked down, getting a full view of nothing but her wonderful vibrant jostling cleavage, which instantly made her smile in proud happy reassurance. She turned this way and that and finally managed to wiggle a view of her feet by leaning far out to one side. Sure enough the simple plywood flooring of the hallway was discolored here from its surrounding brethren and leaning to one milky soft pale hairless freckled knee, Mandy found the panel upon which she knelt was indeed hallow to her vigorous fisted thump. It took a bit of somewhat undignified rummaging about on her hands and knees as her ass and tits wiggled furiously in mock protest before she found the seams of the hidden trap door, and in a moment of impatience she wrenched the whole piece of flooring up in splinters and groans of renting wood fibers, rather than spend even more time trying to work out the location of the secret switch to pop the floors hidden door open.

The hole thusly revealed contained a single stair also of wrought iron, but obviously of newer construction than the one at the corridors end, for it made no defiant groans as she placed her weight upon the first step now littered with splinters and dust. The descent was dark and Mandy spent some of her power into her vision to keep from tripping on the rapidly descending stairs. And she was much relieved when the stair well flared out from its initial narrow sharp descent into a wide stone hall way or was it a long room, and stepped off the last riser into an ankle deep pool of murky sludgy water. She frowned at the water, she couldn’t swim as Miranda Moorcox and had to rely on a lot of power pie slices to compensate when it came to avoiding the grim specter of drowning as Mandy Marvelous. Still the oddly shaped narrow room dimly lit by a single kerosene lantern hissing on a nail along one of its mitered walls, had the innocent haphazard look of a flooded basement after a laundry disaster, and Mandy began to slosh her path to the only obvious way out of the room. A lone doorless rough hewn portal just out of the lanterns earnest ring of light and thus dark as an open grave at midnight, and yet it had a raised jamb that was just inches above the waves she was kicking up and therefore promised dryer footing ahead. She made for it over the irregular and uneven deluged floor and was somewhat thankful that there had been no one immediately present to hear her stomps above nor her rending the door out of its socket. So far it looked as if she was yet unobserved and her prescience unknown to the four men whom she still pursued with the growing conviction that they indeed were guilty of some perverse crime as yet unknown to her.

Mandy paused as she stepped out of the foul pool of brackish water that had soaked her up to the knees in some surprise pot hole spots and up into the mouth of the door way that seemed more bashed through the stone wall than thoughtfully constructed, and looked back at the lantern burning its steady white light, and wondered if she should risk taking the light with her, for the hallway she had one booted dripping foot in was pitch dark and she wondered how far she would have to wander along it before it gave way to a new light source. And yet she did not wish to give up her stealthy advantage to those four men by announcing her approach to them with a swinging light glaring through the dark. Still… Mandy bit and sucked on her thick lower lip and then with a mental shrug pulled herself into the opening and threw still more slices of her power pie into her vision so she could just make out the irregular rough tunnel that had been carved into the hard clay like surface, and there upon the irregular floor the myriad muddy foot prints of the men who had undoubtedly went up and down this tunnel with their boxes and then had vanished down it back to those self same crates. Surly them must be just up a head for they had not taken very long to unload those three trucks.

Mandy moved as quickly as she dared along the downward sloping tunnel as unobserved behind her a large hissing gray skinned shadow raised its self up slowly out of the dark mire and with oily water dripping in splashing rings off its large humped back it slowly slithered up to the mouth of the tunnel Mandy had just entered and pulled its self into the opening with its inhumane long talon hands.

Whither out of subconscious fearful apprehension or confusion, Mandy stepped out of the mud tunnel directly into the long abandoned stone cistern of the city sewer supply, with her vision still powered up to almost five slices of her mental power pie. The immediate result of this was an almost blinding blinking bodily flinch and a thrown up hand before her cringing face. The secondary out come was that when ever Mandy stopped using a slice of the power pie, it took a moment for the charged up allocated slice to ‘de-power’ down so to speak. The complex arrangements of the three goddesses power had to defuse back into each of the individual goddesses power color and then there was a slight moment where that drain back to the goddesses refluxed before it was ready to be drawn back again by Mandy to re-fill the same slice of power pie for some new or even the same use again. The more slices allocated to the same task or function and the longer the drain back down, diffusion back to the individual goddesses, and the re-flux for the power to be ready for her use again to draw upon it. All in all, it was a delicate balance of mental concentration, delegating, and structuring the inter relation of various powers of varying strengths so that at a moments notice Mandy could call upon and create a power in the instant it was needed. It was also something which Mandy Marvelous was woefully inept at doing.

So it was that Mandy found herself suddenly blinking in what turned out, as she dismissed all the power pie slices she had allocated to her vision, to be but a dimly lit large cavernous room, that seemed to be full of four small men with nothing but fists and feet and enraged screams, pummeling at her unready form! Surprise didn’t begin to cover it, nor shock, as Mandy struggled to clumsily ward off blows while trying to mentally summon and arrange power to fill up slices she was now frantically trying to make into both strength and invulnerability, at the same time! But it took time for the five slices she had just dismissed to bleed back through the wash of the newly summoned flow of power, with one slice always lost to maintaining the contact to the goddesses, and one slice teetering on keeping her costume in tack, that only left five open slices to use for combat and defense. Since these were only males, she was confident that would be more than enough. It always took one slice to create a base for the type of power she wanted to create, so Mandy despite her confusion and whelps of pain, instantly made one slice for strength and one for invulnerability. As the pain was in the forefront of her mind amidst the hail of blows she was taking and trying to stumble away from, the invulnerability slice formed first and began to fill first. Mandy felt her body seem to almost go numb and the blows around her now seemed to be passing through a crushing depth of water, sapping all their power of pain and harm upon her body. But her own punches and kicks seemed to have little effect until she had managed to fill two slices for strength and then she saw the four little men lifted by each punch up off the wet muddy bricks and when one well landed kick sent one unlucky male flying across the little stone ditch of murky water channeling the cistern floor, smacking him a good twenty feet above the floor on the wall dozens of yards away, the remaining three squealed and scattered.

Mandy scowled into the murky blue light of the enormous underground room, but the three cowardly males had vanished and the fourth had finally completed his slow unconscious slide down the far slime covered wall to collapse and disappear into the impenetrable shadows there at its base. Mandy’s blood was up, and despite her still not having the five slices of the vision opened back up and blanked for re-use and the sudden desperate pull on the power to fill the now two strength and three invulnerability, making the in-flux of available power slow and erratic. Mandy felt no need to worry about cautioning herself in face of her fleeing adversaries. After all each slice added new to one of the same kind of power was exponential of the previous slice and keyed off of it by ten fold! A single slice made for strength increased her strength to that of a very strong man, adding just one more slice made her as strong as ten very strong men, and adding just one more on top of that made her as strong as one hundred of those very strong men! She found it hard not to scoff and chuckle at the hiding males who had but gotten a relatively small taste of her power!

Mandy stopped filling up any new slices for her strength and for the invulnerability as surly she would need to power up her vision a notch or two in order to peer out these feeble little males. Ha! It was then as a new slice opened up and was allocated for an increase of her power of vision that the room parted some of its haze and Mandy found her attention drawn away from the search for the four whimpering pathetic males as to her left she now observed that the ugly long sealed up cistern had been transformed by tapestries and rugs and furnishings of the most bizarre sort, into a luxurious sitting room. She frowned at this and taking an over the shoulder back wards look into the shadows where the men had fled from her greatness, Mandy walked questioning to the source of the rooms eerie blue light, an old fashioned lamp set upon a delicate small table set in the center of several chairs and trunks and boxes. Ah, the boxes! Here they were! Stacked neatly upon one of the many large strangely patterned carpets.

Mandy approached the rather surreal oasis of finely crafted antique furnishings set in the dilapidated squalor of moldering stone and rusted pipes and crusted iron plate coverings. Now all she had to do was take a quick look in one of those crates and maybe help herself to one of those delicious looking iced cup cakes under that glass decanter there. Mandy froze! Her easy long strides had carried her past several of the stacks of crates and almost upon the rim of the carpets themselves when her eye had caught him! He was sitting down with his legs crossed at the corpulent ankles, his fat bulk squeezed into a richly brocaded walnut polished chair, his chatoyant green eyes gleaming smugly above his chubby good natured smile. One of the most dangerous minds on Earth, and one whom Mandy Marvelous had sworn had tumbled to his death in the rocky expanse of iced caped mountains during their last brutal encounter. A fiend who she knew only as The Mandarin!

The shock of seeing this dead man here, half a globe from where she had watched him fall to his death

by his own malevolence misstep, in her own beloved adopted city shocked her to a momentary numbness. Her mind raced trying to fathom this strange apparition, as dozens of explanation bounced inside her skull. She had just cornered one such thought, that she was indeed looking upon some dark art preserved corpse of the man when the unblinking face spoke, “You can catch flies like that.” Mandy instantly closed her gapping mouth and fumed at the now giggling large fat man. She didn’t know how that unholy man had got here but she was sure she would put him behind bars to stay this time!

Mandy put both her slim pink gloved hands on her snow white narrow waist just above her flaring hips and unknowingly struck a classical super heroine pose of domineering power and sexual grace. But before she could speak she could hear the splashing of steps behind her. ‘Oh please,’ she thought to herself. ‘Hadn’t these little men had enough?’ She turned her smirking head just in time to see the rushing hulk of some terrible gray monstrosity of muscle, fangs, and claws come hurtling at her. The image unnerved her for a second and she realized simultaneously that this towering non-humane beast wasn’t the four men she had so easily beaten earlier and that in her initial shock of seeing the Mandarin sitting here so unexpectedly in the brick bowels of her beloved city, that in her confusion she had lost her grip on some of the more complex mental power pie slices and as such these had already began to bleed themselves back to the goddesses! Invulnerability was the most complex power she had been channeling and it was already down to just one pie slice; strength had dropped to just one slice as well, but on the up side, all the remaining slices of vision she had dismissed at the begging of the four man fight just a minute or so ago were now blank and ready to be reassigned. So, if she could just avoid combat for the next few seconds she could re-structure her power pie and might just survive this thing? Before that thought could even finish in her head, the creature had launched its self at her with a gurgling hiss, its large milky glazed membrane lidless eyes rolling back into its head as it slammed into her and crushed her to the ground!

The insidious creature who now crushed Mandy Marvelous to the rough rude stone of the brick floor of the dank dark dungeon she now found her self in, was not of natural creation. Squirming in her struggles under its pining bulk, Mandy could turn her head enough to catch glimpses of the foul fiendish beast and recognized it at once as one of the Mandarin’s many maniacal manifestations of genetic mutation. The hideous creature was amphibious, stronger in the murky depths of some stank swap than upon dry land, and Mandy was much heartened that she was not now grappling with the fell smelling monstrosity under the inky waves of some slimy bog as she had during her first encounter with such a beast. But even on land, it displayed an inhumane strength, it’s thin long limbs seemed composed of iron bands rather than flesh and sinew. And despite its toad like bulk and squat build it possessed incredible speed and dexterity once in close proximity to its prey.

It’s prey now was poor Mandy Marvelous, and she struggled against its cold gray grip as she tried to summon up her powers. The thing had each of her wrist firmly encircled in its long fingered unbreakable meld, and both of its simian like feet grasped each of her ankles just as securely, coupled with its bloated white mass of belly acting as a crushing weight, it pinned Mandy there on her hands and knees as she desperately struggled to raise her self up against the beast and break free from its icy grasp.

The things broad squat frog like head split its wide gash of a mouth and out uncoiled a large slimy pink tongue sticky with white salvers of mucus that oiled and oozed as it wrapped its self about Mandy’s startled throat and began to choke her! But it wasn’t the creatures iron limbs, nor its odious tongue, nor its inhumane strength, nor even its deformed loathsome horrifying appearance, that Mandy feared most. It was its enormous penis! And here, even now, Mandy felt her gaining powers feeding her struggles so that she had raised up her upper body so that she was on her knees with her arms forcing out the confining pining grasp of the amphibious monster so that her arms were extended out to her sides, that she felt with a bodily shudder the telling touching probe of the things arousal brush her thigh!

The diabolical design of the monster was of such that it appeared female at first glance, in that it had the swollen surface mound of a female slit. But once aroused, the head of a very male penis emerged from this slit in its groin and quickly engorged until it had emerged an impressive member of thirty plus inches and several inches in girth. Which is what the thing was doing now. Mandy feared this arising apparition more than any other feature of the beast, and as the ballooning head of the quaking probing head of its phallus nestled against her needy red bush, it became apparent to any passer by as to why. The towering strength building in Mandy’s limbs seemed to shiver and then wither in the crush of the over matching monster. Mandy found her self back on her hands and knees, pinned under the crush of the bloated rotund weight of the creature as she coughed to breath.

Each goddess that feed Mandy power had her own uniqueness ability that she specialized in, as such all three goddess could give Mandy an increase of strength, but it was Zara who had an affinity for it and who supplied the power for strength faster and in a more purified easier to use and fill up a power pie slice with. Zara was the goddess of war and gave Mandy great strength and skills for fighting and courage in face of danger. Umra gave her a sense of right and wrong, a compulsion to help others in need, to do good deeds and punish wrong doers, but she also supplied the powers easiest to use for increasing Mandy’s sight and gave her the power of flight and speed, easier than the other goddesses. Tara gave Mandy an incurable lust, but she also was the base of power that the other two goddesses built their powers upon within Mandy. Tara supplied that all important first power slice of contact between Mandy and the three goddesses. She also was the goddesses who supplied the invulnerability power easier and faster and at a lower conscious willpower to maintain than the other goddesses. The more Mandy drew any one power source of a goddesses into a single power up for her to use, the harder it was for her to draw power from the remaining goddesses and the longer it took to dismiss that power she was drawing from. In other words, if Mandy drew the power of strength from Zara to fill a power pie slice, and then drew more to fill a second slice of that same power of strength, and then more to fill a third slice of the same, it made it very difficult for Mandy to focus additional mental energies to then call on Umra for a power slice to fly or increase her sight in darkness or in distance or increase her hearing ability. Mandy had to concentrate really, really, hard to power one power from one goddess to more than two pie slices and then use powers from an additional goddess. And dismissing powers from one goddess who was powering more than two slices of a power up took longer, with it taking it increasingly longer for each additional power pie slice added to that single power up.

As it was Mandy found herself nearing a body melting blissful state of insanity producing arousal as the enormous head of the things penis began to slide along the increasingly giddy lubricating slit of her now blast furnace dripping pussy. Her concentration for Zara’s blessing of strength broke into a cloud of sweaty panting half strangled throaty groans, Umra’s blessing feeding Mandy’s increased sight dulled off into a murky lust redden haze, and it was Umra who also fed the power that Mandy used to manipulate the molecules around her for her costume and with her connection wavering, Mandy’s skimpy little costume vanished. But her connection to Tara who was demanding sexual gratification in her bond with Mandy fed Mandy’s invulnerability power until Mandy had six pie slices filled with it and still it swelled to fill more. The chocking sensation at her throat disappeared despite the long strangling tongue welded there, and as the softball sized head of the creatures phallus finally poked into the well wet swollen furrow of her pussy, its throbbing seeking slow intrusion caused her no pain nor split her flesh despite its enormous abrupt entrance.

The entrance of the long thick shaft into her hungry orifice sent Mandy’s conscious attempts to re-summon her strength for combat off into sputtering rocket fire work explosions. All she could do was feel the red disk of Tara under her conscious mind, overwhelming all in her demand to full fill the need for orgasm at all cost! Miranda was a virgin and had to remain such to be a champion of the goddesses into whose abiding shrine she had stumbled into seemingly so long ago. As such she was forbidden to have any sexual contact with a man, thought apparently such contact with another woman was deemed acceptable by the man hating goddesses. It didn’t matter much in Miranda’s case as she had little to no interest nor time for sex in her bookish life. Though her experiences as Mandy Marvelous had caused the little book worm to find herself masturbating at the odd moment and time in an ever increasing abundance that had the young girl slightly concerned. For Miranda’s Mandy Marvelous persona it meant that every time she got herself into a sexual situation such as the one now consuming her now, she found herself re-experiencing the rupture of her virgin hymen! As each transformation back to Miranda Moorcox re-established the virgins patent.

So it was now that despite her increasing invulnerability that now would have made her immune to even the singing single blister of a small nuclear blast, that in the odd mix of surreal realities of the goddess powers, Mandy now found herself gasping and wincing at the sudden jot of lacerating pain as her hymen split and tore in a little swath of blood as the enormous tube of pumping meat continued its awkward tentative slide into her sensual shaft. The pain thrummed in her molars but was quickly over swelled by the rapturous lust firing all her senses into an ocean of lava.

Still at Umra’s urging faint voice, Mandy continued to struggle to re-focus and summon the conscious mental clarity to create a base power slice of pie to start to fill it with strength from Zara and break free of her captive bonds! But her mind was a gurgling mess of sighs and moans and long drawn out bubbles of quivers and quakes and shudders of ecstasy and she could find no purchase in the red swells of Tara’s fevering bonds of lust to build any conscious sense of her self let alone the difficult image of the pie graph she used to hone her concentrations. It was then that the huge wonderful cock in her so tight slobbering pussy found its depth and bumped deeply against her cervix. The enormity of the pulsing vibrant phallus within her made even cumming difficult, but her tortured body began to shower her now thunderous body with wave after wave of building twanging cascading orgasms! “And it hadn’t even started fucking her yet!” Her mind screamed! And with that deliciously anxious thought the beast began to hump! So wet was Mandy’s snatch and so tight with the huge cock now slamming away in her red and swollen pussy, that a squelching stream of fluid shot out at each greedy humping thrust that Mandy now slammed her vibrating ass backwards to meet with rhapsodic sighs and grunting sequels of mindless delight.

It was now as she not only welcomed eagerly each mind shivering slap of deep penetrating cock into her soaring dazed soul, but sought out and demanded a greater speed and depth by gyrating her ample blushing hips into a grinding omnivorous hunt of the pulsing member drilling into the soft folds of her willing nest of flame red cunt, that the almost delirious with drenching lust Mandy, found her saliva dripping chin bumping against the large stiff cock of the Mandarin himself. The Mandarin had an alright member as male penises go, a brownish purple heavy veined fourteen inch cock of a girth that Mandy knew from a past moment of enslaved indiscreet rapture, she could with a hard squeeze just manage encircle its base and touch her forefinger to her thumb nail. She looked at her adversary’s cock with a moment of revulsion and then another waterfall of orgasms hit her twitching pussy and with a deep moan she gobbled up the cock with her greedy mouth.

The fell beast of the Mandarin’s genetic creation seemed to sense its master and his needs and it let the oily tongue strangling Mandy to slip off her neck and allow her to bob her head deeply and rapidly upon the delicious cock before her. The tongue busied its self with Mandy’s bounding bosom much to her delight and squeezed each fleshy mountain and flicked each elongated nipple as Mandy soared into crashing heights of ear deafening shudders of climax.

The Mandarin came almost instantly and shot his thick gelatinous wad down Mandy’s throat. He always came quickly Mandy scowled and knew he would not be ready for another ejaculation and arousal for quiet some time. ‘Maybe that is why he finds pleasure in his genetic gruesome menageries,’ Mandy mused as she chocked down his load, which she noted tasted like sour cream potato chips and left her desperately hungry for more man milk. ‘He’s just too quick on the trigger to really appreciate a good fucking?’

The Mandarin may have sated his lustful needs with a quaint half smile and giggling returned to the center of the carpeted expanse, but Mandy hadn’t even hit the tip of the volcano of her sexual arousal and would need several continues hours of brutal big cock fucking to feel even the slight taint of satisfaction. Upon one of the Mandarin’s living flesh genetic sex machines Mandy had out fucked the devise meant to destroy her mind and body and had escaped to free her other fellow hostages. [editors note: This would be the “Tale of the Broken Dragon” episode.] And the Mandarin had gained some respect for Mandy’s sexual abilities and talents. He would not underestimate her again. With Mandy helpless in the withering sexual clutches of the ‘door beast’, the Mandarin barked some orders and his four short men hurried from the shadows. He set them to work breaking open the crates and even in her sexual stupor, Mandy noted in the murky half light of the blue lamp that the four men where not entirely humane. More foul experiments of the Mandarin’s musings.

The boxes contained odd thick heavy jars wrapped in heavy coarse cloth and once freed of these cumbersome shrouds Mandy could hear the amoebic sloshing of the liquid in each jar. Under the towering bulk of the fat man each jar was carefully emptied of its odd pulsing organic shape and each unique living creature was then fitted to another until a large massive jigsaw component shifted and pulsed there next to the carpeted sitting room. With a firm waddling stride the Mandarin strode forward and thrusting his ringed fist into the semi-sentient bulk of the copulation of slime oozing spines and spheres and twisted oceanic shapes, there was a blue eerie flash and the thing jostled into movement.

“Go.” The Mandarin commanded and the thing lurched past him and down the tunnel of the cistern disappearing into the shadows. The Mandarin followed it with a light chuckle and then paused and looked back at Mandy and frowned. He started to turn back only to see Mandy at that particular moment rent with an especially large chain of multiple orgasms that sent her eyes rolling back in her head and her drooling mouth wide open in deep horse moans of mind melting rapture, she whined and thrust her ass back faster as her upper body lost all strength and she fell upon her enormous tongue lashed breasts grinding the engorged nipples into the rough brick paving desperate for more increased sensations of pleasure triggering sensations, and her gasping head lolled upon the gritty floor as her wrists firmly bound in the creatures grip seemed to shuddered as her hands clawed at the air wanting more, more, more. The Mandarin smiled and laughed his little chuckle which reverberated off the dank walls and with bright beaming eyes returned his waddling pace after his disappearing juggernaut of weirdly melded flesh.

With the Mandarin’s departure into the shrouding gloom, the four manic non-humans cautiously fell upon her with piggish grunts and fish smelling flesh. With prods and slaps they managed to guide the still single minded ‘door beast’ away from the center of the cistern and closer to some of the net works of rusted pipes that stalagmite like dotted the room. Here they quickly used her great flame red mane of hair to tie her to one such outcropping of iron tubes and one of the more brave of the four then fished out his penis from his dirty formless trousers and dangled it before Mandy’s face.

It was a small dick to be sure, not more than ten inches in its red swollen needful state, but it was a cock and Mandy swallowed it with ravenous hunger. As Mandy sucked and rolled her tongue around the stiff woefully small cock tickling her tonsils, she felt another splurge of the foul beast letting go with what must have been a quart of sperm into her increasingly horny pussy. That was the sixth ejaculation the beast had emptied into her needy snatch. From past experience she knew that the creature now savaging he pussy could do so for maybe seven or eight sperm spews and then it would collapse in exhausted helplessness. With each ejaculation the things strength diminished, but the time it took it to ejaculate again was increased considerably. Even now, Mandy found she could push and pull against the grip of the clawed hands and feet of the thing even with just her normal strength. Another orgasm and the thing would collapse utterly into a weak mewing slumber and she would only have four rancid little men to pulverize into a pulp to make her escape and race after the Mandarin! She need only enjoy the ride!

Though the goddess hated all males, it was obvious that Tara loved male cock and even more so the taste of male sperm. The other two goddesses discretely ignored this singular unsavory trait in their sister goddess and checked it up to her status as a goddess of fertility and the need for propagation of the humane species, still they frowned on their champion lying there taking a large male cock so willingly in her over flowing gushing pussy when there was important work to be done. As such Zara and Umra began to re-establish contact with Mandy and had a brief chat with Tara in the wings. A chidden Tara began to unravel the warren of lusts entangling Mandy’s mind and Mandy in turn found her strength returning and her will to see justice done beginning to burn brightly within her again.

Still the strategy of letting the ‘door beast’ burn its self out as an adversary in its own lusts seemed sound enough to the goddesses and they waited penitently as possible. It turned out this particular creature was exceptionally randy and it wasn’t until the eleventh eruption in her boiling snatch and the third time through sucking down the four males spunk that the lewd creature spilled its final load of seed and with a long gasp collapsed across Mandy’s still arching and swiveling back. Mandy was soundly disappointed in the beast as she was just starting to get her groove on and pouted at the slumbering passed out creature that was no longer answering her quivering needs. Its large cock now sloshed out of her and deflated in a grimy gray puddle of its spunk that geyser out of Mandy. Turning her head in frowning disappointment of the sated creature as her questioning ass nosed about for more of its playmate, caused the little dick she was sucking on to fall out of her mouth and the little twelve inch member now sputtered its seed all over Mandy/s cheek and she hurried back to it with her mouth as a housewife runs to an over boiling pot on the stove, but it was a leaping spewing cock now and it defied her lurching searching mouth and spewed its precious liquid all over Mandy’s freckled nose and chin. That just pissed her off even more so! And the fuming frustrated Super Heroine snapped her wrists out of the groggy ‘door beast’ grip and began to work at untying the knots of her long red hair that held her head in place.

Needless to say, the sight of their sex toy now freeing herself and their sole means of keeping her secured and restrained, now slumbering in long snoring moans of satisfaction sent the four small males dancing about in a gibberish panic! One got a few kicks into her side as she muttered at the tangled stubborn locks, but she scarcely noted it in her seven pie invulnerability power.

Cursing at the little males as they screeched and fled her, Mandy got her hair finally unknotted and shot her self to her feet. The small figures danced away from her numb limbs wrenching grabs and disappeared into the sullen darkness out side of the blue lights ebb. Mandy frowned after them, one of the little bastards had dared to climb on her back as the ‘door beast’ had power fucked her so wondrously and sodomized her ass quiet delightfully blowing his load deep into her rectum, and she wanted to personally thank him for it by picking him up by the legs and using him as a ball bat upon the others. Anal sex was not known to Tara and instead of wafting up the physical sensation and then blowing them back over Mandy empowered a hundred fold in mutual orgasm, she just left the pleasure and pain as it was entirely to Mandy who now rubbed her sore ass which oozed a white stream of spunk that mingled with the clumps dripping in dollops out of her swollen snatch. It would take several minutes before her body fully reconstituted its self back to the pure virgin chastity of Miranda’s and Mandy’s initial form, from the blessing powers of Umra. Until then the bow legged, light headed, staggering Super Heroine would just have to make due as best she could as she desperately tried to will herself to stop mashing her enormous breast together and fingering her pilot light of a clitoris which now awakened by cock was far from sated!

With nothing for it, Mandy stumbled past the broken crates and the pool of blue light and the carpeted sitting room so many yards beneath the earth and waltzed drunkenly after the direction the Mandarin had taken.

Following the path of the Mandarin was easy even for Mandy who was busy dismissing power pie slices of invulnerability like a leaky jug of cum, and waiting patiently for them to drain empty and disperse so she could re-assign slices to other powers. Even with only one slice of power to her eyesight she could squint in the darkness of the tunnel that the Mandarin had used to leave the great cavern of the abandoned cistern, then again it would be more truthful to say that it was easy to follow the wake of the living monolithic construction which in turn the Mandarin followed as a travel companion, for it left a semi-transparent slightly phosphate glowing bluish slime upon the floor, ceiling, and walls of the tunnel it squeezed through. Indeed in places the very brick work of the buttress had been shattered by the beasts passing and the stability of the tunnel in its entirety in spots was most questionable as here and there the brick skin had been punctured or tilled and rippled into crushed webs of dust dripping fractures. Soon the creatures path ventured off from the brick tunnel all together and plowed its way with seeming ease through solid rock! Mandy followed it now at least relieved she would not lose its track in the city’s maze of sewer tunnels.

As Mandy walked after the Mandarin and his sinister creation, Umra automatically used up any new opening up power pie slices to restore Mandy’s body back to its state of pre-sexual purity. As such Mandy could frustratingly not re-assign any new slices of power to her vision other than the one slice now allocated to it, nor to her strength other than the one slice Zara had created for her. This left Mandy in a rather awkward state as she could not over ride the will of the goddesses when they chose to take control over the allocation of their blessing power and how it should be best used. It was not something they did often as they felt the free will and decisions of their champion had insights into the humane world that they simply could not fathom nor understand at times, but the sexual sullied raping of their champion was something they couldn’t abide nor tolerate for long now that Tara had reluctantly released her sexual lusting hold over the channel of power conduit between Mandy and the three goddesses, and now they filled each empting slot with the power needed to return their champions virginity and her right to wield their greater degrees of power. With her hymen broken, her virginity destroyed, Mandy could not have created more than one pie of power for any power-up. One pie to strength was all she could muster. One pie to her eyesight, one to invulnerability now that Tara’s immediate overwhelming contact had receded, was all she could channel, until her virginity was restored. And as her physical maidenhood was re-established so to were much of Mandy’s innocence of mind as well. For Miranda was not very knowledgeable in her sexual understandings, and as her body began to take on its normal maiden luster of purity, so too Mandy found such vulgar words as ‘fuck’ and ‘pussy’ now fading into the back of her mind to be re-placed with the simpler fare of Miranda’s innocent impatient pouts and perplexed frowns as Mandy stumbled and groped her way increasingly more cautiously through the murky tunnel before her.

This said as Mandy’s body was returned to a perfection of untouched unsoiled flesh and her mind to the simple innocent thoughts of a blushing maiden, the presence of Tara still remained. Thus while all signs of her recent willful lusting ravage was erased by the smoothing goddesses touch, Mandy found the knowledgeable lust of sexual orgasm exploding through her now replaced with the constant needy burning desire and lust of sexual orgasm unknown feverishly needed. In short for all her returning innocence and erasure of physical and mental sexual cumming, Mandy was returned to her normal state of sexual longing for that which was now erased as achievement from her. Mandy was horny again! Not with the itch of a knowing pussy that hungers for what it has tasted, but the much worse lust of the entire body and mind that hungers for any sensual enticement at all and any promising building to a release of a body burning with fires never knowing a moment of extinguishing them.

Mandy reached a point in the tunnel where it had made a sharp bend and hearing sounds beyond that earthen work corner, paused to recollect her still dazed self and take stock of her situation. Mandy had no doubt that around the next bend just yards ahead of her from which spilled noticeable dim light as well as sound now, she would find the fiendish Mandarin elbow deep in some nefarious scheme of his sick and twisted mind! As such she thought it good to give herself the once over and see if she was ready to tackle this maniacal menace.

The first thing she did was close her eyes and concentrate on her mental pie graph and see how her powers were stocking up. It wasn’t exactly encouraging. The more you assigned additional power pie slices to one power-up the longer it took to disperse those self same power pie slices, and yet as soon as you dispersed them you couldn’t draw anymore use from them until they had been emptied and re-assigned. As such Mandy could see in her minds eye, that she was currently drawing one power slice for her contact with the three goddesses via Tara, one slice for her increased vision via Umra, one slice for her increased strength and fighting ability via Zara, and one slice for invulnerability via Tara. This gave her over all the strength of a strong male, the ability to be struck by a blow from a strong male and not bruise nor feel much of the pain of its concussive force, and the ability to see slightly better in the dark at and perceive objects at a slightly greater distance. All in all not exactly Super Heroine stats! Adding just one more full pie slice to strength would give her the strength of ten strong men, and one pie slice more to invulnerability would let her take a sixty pound sledge hammer blow to the face with only a wince of pain. The inherent problem facing her at the moment was that there were still four pie slices of invulnerability still leaking back their power to Tara and thus of no use in the slightest to her for the moment. Umra had filled up four more pie slices to heal up Mandy’s ‘eck hem’ little virgin problem, which now mostly solved had been dismissed, but two pie slices were still slowly draining down back to Umra. Basically Mandy had only two ready empty pie slices to assign her powers to at the immediate moment with another two ready in about ten minutes and the last four in maybe another twenty minutes. An empty pie took time to fill and as it filled it increased the power to that power-up it had been allocated for, but luckily they filled a lot faster than they emptied. Still each additional power-up allocated to an already existing power being used took longer and took a greater toll on Mandy’s mental concentration and subsequent strain upon both her mental and physical endurance. Even just transforming into Mandy Marvelous began a slow and constant drain upon Miranda Moorcox’s physical and mental stamina. As Mandy felt her virginity returning to a point were she could re-assign additional power slices to her strength and invulnerability and did so, she immediately felt the small quake of fatigue hit her body and mind. She would not be able to maintain her Mandy Marvelous persona for much longer if she had to increase her power-up levels significantly! Miranda Moorcox was beginning to tire!

With the strength of ten men and the ability to take a hit from a small car and only be staggered by it, Miranda snuck forward and peered around the corner of the crusty quartz gleaming tunnel. She had expected to see the Mandarin there with his diabolical creation performing some hideous act of depravity. Instead she saw a large open round room with a puncture in the earthen ceiling from which a faint yellowish glow flowed down in showers of light dust. ‘It’s making for the surface!’ Mandy thought with increasing alarm and she bit her large pillow lips in contemplation. There was nothing for it, she would have to use more of her power pies to fly up after the thing and hope she still had what it would take to defeat the beast if it should have some manner of attack?

Using her last two slices of newly opening pie Mandy sailed up the upward bore hole and hoped for the best! The upward journey was surprisingly short, the tunnel she had been following on foot had been sloping upwards gradually but in her slightly frazzled state she had been oblivious of this fact. The freshly dug well shaft ended abruptly into an enormous dim room whose large stone roof was supported by large stone columns. Carefully using these tall stone columns for cover, Mandy dismissed her flight power slices back to Umra and tip toed in her bare feet to peep around the nearest column behind which she could see was the source of the odd eerie yellowish light and from which small scraping and chirping noses emitted. Craning her neck Mandy could see the large recently assembled creature that the Mandarin had apparently used to burrow through the earth with, it seemed to be slumbering in its semi-intelligent state after its labors. It had no eyes, and did not seem to possess any means of attack, to this Mandy gave a brief sigh of relief. Beyond the hulk stood the Mandarin who busied himself with pointing and issuing short guttural barks of command to several small rotund blobs of slime leaking creatures that scampered about upon spindly stalks for legs. It became increasingly obvious to Mandy that the little blobs of motion were parts of the large hulk slumbering next to her and that with each point and bark of the Mandarin they would scamper up to some piece of desired object, glue themselves to it, and then with uncanny strength hoist it onto them and with it re-merge back to the waiting passive hulk! The yellow light its self seemed to radiate from another small spindly spider like creature who did nothing but follow at the heels of the Mandarin and shine its odd biochemical light for him to spot and see some new treasure of his fancy and send his little globs of slime to go fetch it and store it into the hulk for him.

Mandy’s usual puzzled frown gave way to horror as she realized that the items the Mandarin was stealing were from the Museum of History its self! Some how they had burrowed into some hidden basement vault of the Museum which Mandy had not even known existed! But there could be no doubt as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light and she worked out all the possible places they could have tunneled up into, she recognized the unique architecture and stone work and coloring of the Museum she spent most of her waking life in! Suddenly Mandy remembered the Museum her father curates had been built out of one of the old war ravished palaces of the ancient city and this surly must be the sealed off catacombs and dungeons of that very palace now museum! The Mandarin was stealing works of history from some secreted store room of HER museum! Mandy fumed and barely could contain herself from boldly stepping out from behind her concealing column.

With more power pie slices opening slowly up, Mandy allocated more of them to her various powers as she kept an eye on the Mandarin and his strange organic machines. Even though she was already feeling the drain on her endurance, Mandy decided she didn’t want to tackle the Mandarin in her birthday suit, and set about making a quick costume so as to deny the Mandarin the pleasure of seeing her astounding body naked before him as he had so helplessly left her.

With a short breath she concentrated a pair of white boots onto her feet. Colors were more difficult to manage and she decided to go with an all black and white costume for the moment at hand. To the white knee high stiletto heeled boots she added a black lighting bolt running down each shin. Next she returned her simple eye mask but made it white this time. She whispered back on her gloves but willed them with tugs of her mind and fingers into white shoulder length opera gloves of skin tight satin. Next she re-created her short pleated skirt but made it white and rimmed it in a black pattern of interlocking lightning bolts. She then added a top of tight straining white again with a single large black lighting bolt cutting laterally over her right breast. Taking a deep breath she made everything white turn black and everything that was black turn white and then let the flashing exchange of opposite colors continue on unabated. It took a single power pie slice and she liked the results of the strobe light effect of her costumes shifting black to white and back again.

Mandy stepped out from behind the column only to find the Mandarin was no longer in sight. Instead his little lamp creature remained where it had been and some of the squat little crab like gelatinous blobs still scuttled back to plop back into a meld with the large silent leviathan, but there was no sign of the Mandarin anywhere! Mandy took a step or two forward puzzled when she heard a small inane giggle from behind her. Mandy spun around to see the Mandarin come stepping out from behind the very column Mandy had just vacated. The Mandarin smiled his shy smile and teetered, “the view from back here is most advantageous.”

Mandy followed the Mandarin’s pugnacious stare and shot a glance down to her back side and for the first time noticed that her small skirt only covered the upper half of her proud pert spherical buttocks! Mandy blushed deeply and in a furry yanked at her back hem unknowing displaying the upper crescents of her two large puffy auroras as the lower back hem tugged down the upper front hem in equal proportions. Mandy glared at the Mandarin and fumed. “You are a bad man and I will enjoy putting you behind bars where you belong!” Mandy scowled at the smiling giggling man and raised her pointing fist to punctuate her next remark, but the remark never came. Instead the Mandarin interrupted her with a bark of a command and one of the little crawling collector organic robots clumped into her with its sticky crown of gluey membrane and Mandy found her self embarrassingly stuck in the things gummy sphere as it lifted her up and started carrying her back to the large creature idly waiting.

Mandy punched and kicked and only managed to struggle herself even more helplessly into the taffy mixture against which her great strength seemed impotent. The Mandarin patted her little behind with a pleasant chuckle as she was hoisted helplessly past him and she could only glare at him and frown at the small mindless creature so easily carrying her along. With steady ant like strides it brought her to the large parent creature and with a dexterous little spin flipped its self and her into the great spiny mass of faintly luminous jelly that pocked the bone plated joints of the crab-like misshapen hide.

Mandy now found herself half submerged in the clinging jelly glue stuck amongst dozens of other strange items that the Mandarin was gathering from the forgotten vault. “Though the good Professor Tool may have no use for you, I think I will take you along as a personal memento of this nights successful endeavors. Yes?” The Mandarin chuckled to himself and returned to survey his creatures progress, the little half living lamp quickly scurried up to meet him and fell in behind him as he paced about.

‘So that was it!’ Mandy thought to herself as she struggled against the cold jelly bond holding her prisoner. ‘It was hunky Peter Tool who was behind all of this!’ Mandy had to admit that made more sense to her as the Mandarin was usually only interested in using his foul creatures for immediate monetary gain for himself usually through the means of selling his services to the highest bidder as he had when the Circle of the Dragon had tried to topple the Chinese government so recently. [editors note: see the afore mentioned “Tale of the Broken Dragon” episode.] She doubted these items of ancient rare stone worked artifacts would have been much in the Mandarin’s sordid personal tastes and not immediately disposable enough to situate his main flaw of character of utter impatience of immediate gratification in all things. Mandy mused, she would have to have a long talk with Professor Tool as soon as she dealt with the Mandarin and his biomechanical machinations! But how?

Mandy looked around her and gasped! ‘It couldn’t be!’ But there it was, a small stone statue of such workmanship that it was unmistakably made in the same style and manor as the three goddess statues she had first seen in the small temple hidden chamber! Mandy struggled and strained to raise her arm to reach the near by object, so tantalizingly close to her jelly encased arm. Mandy put more and more slices of power into her strength as she felt endurance waver and weaken with each pies filling up with power. Mandy’s costume faded away, still she stretched her dripping hand. Mandy felt her invulnerability fading and suddenly the jelly seemed to be crushing her tired aching joints and limbs, still she struggled to reach into the green mire holding the statue firm. Then with a great panting breath and a slow trickle of blood out of her nose as she gasped in her purple straining face, with all the world fading in great swirls around her, Mandy as Miranda touched the small stone statue.

Miranda found herself back in the small squat room of the three goddesses with the small statue of the fourth goddess in her hands. She was naked but felt no cold nor heat but only a deep and residing peace. Miranda replaced the small statue into its proper niche and the statue slowly grew into a larger statue and Miranda felt the now four goddesses smile upon her. ‘You have done well,’ Umra said in Miranda’s peaceful mind. ‘You have returned our lost sister to us and we are pleased,’ Zara whispered. ‘Call to her and wake her from her long lost slumber,’ Tara prodded. And Miranda called out in her mind, ‘wake to me Lara.’ And Lara awoke and smiled.

Because Miranda had done something very special for the goddesses they consented to answer a few of her minds buzzing questions. They told Miranda that they had been the personal house goddesses of the temple dancers of the great temple that once resided near by, now lost to ruins. And that each of them had once been a champion herself in her mortal time, each once a dancer of the great temple. Zara had defended the temple from an invading force of roving bands of outcasts long after the warriors had been defeated in a great battle. She had killed hundreds of dark warriors until the whole of that wicked wandering scavenger savage nation had decided to by pass the temple buildings and move on to easier pickings. Umra had once saved the temple and its complex from destruction by out debating four great kings who had thought to ransack the temple and destroy its buildings in the name of an alien god. And Tara had saved the temple by sleeping with hundreds of men in their soldier camp in one night and so weakened them by her insatiable sexual appetite that only a few of the remaining warriors from the nearby besieged garrison had been sufficient to surprise them and slaughter them all! And Lara? She had been the greatest dancer of all, and had been so enticing in her beauty and allure that one of the great Gods of the near by great temple had come down to earth and made love to her and in jealousy the other Gods had destroyed the great temple in an earth quake and scattered its priests and killed off all its remaining dancers, but Lara had survived and she had hide the remaining house deities of the dancers and then hidden its entrance so no one would ever disturb them again and then she had wandered the wilds of the jungles and had many adventures until one day she too passed away and her God lover whispered inspiration into a lone sculptress soul to craft her idol as well, a thousand miles away. The God guided the hand, and the work was identical to those of her sisters who she now gleefully joined in song.

Then Umra said that evil was still unpunished and Miranda’s work not yet done, and Lara said, ‘call to us.’ And Mandy called out, “ By the power of ZLUT!” And the collective energies of the Goddesses ran through her body in a flash of light!

Mandy Marvelous found her self back in the large stone catacombs under the Museum naked and standing in a clear center circle of floor all about her lay the smoking remains of the Mandarin’s leviathan! With out its host parent the little globs of glue on crab legs fell down inert and the little walking table lamp fell dark. The last thing of the Mandarin that Mandy saw was his astonished blinking face and then utter darkness fell over her eyes as the little lamp creature flickered out. By the time Mandy had filled up pie slices into her vision, the Mandarin had disappeared. She searched the catacombs of relics and crates and statues, but he was gone. Once again the evil mad man had managed to evade her grasp!

It was a few days latter when Mandy had managed to catch up with the handsome young Professor Tool and she had quickly bent the lanky muscular hunk over her supple powerful knee and pulling his britches to the side set about swatting his ass until it was weltered in red marks and the painful spanking had induced the man to confess he had heard about Professor Moorcox putting those items he found in his world wide treks and digs that were deemed too dangerous due to hidden occult powers into a vast hidden store room beneath the enormous Museum and that he had paid a fellow a princely sum to find out if this rumor was true, but had not heard a jot out of the man! Mandy puzzled at this as she had no inkling that her father was hiding relics that he found, once more Peter went on amidst whelps of Mandy’s powerful slaps that Professor Moorcox had inherited the mantle of keeper of the ancient secrets of the forbidden relics and that in one form or another someone had been in charge of finding and hiding such powerful items for thousands of years?! Mandy frowned at that, but she was finding it increasingly difficult to think as Peter Tool much to Mandy’s delight had a wonderful fifteen inch cock with the girth of a soda can! As she could deliciously tell from its throbbing pressure, pinned by her strong hand on his back, against her quivering hot needy thigh. With every thwack of her open hand on his square bronze hard butt cheeks Mandy could feel the resounding throb of his cock painfully imprisoned in his half yanked down jeans and boxers! Mandy felt her head spinning and despite herself she had to release the panting man as he used the moment to make good his escape. “I’ll be watching you!” Mandy yelled after the disappearing man tugging at his rented jeans.

Mandy licked her lips and gasped for air. She had held the squirming man on her knee for over an hour and not once had he looked up her skirt! Mandy fumed at that and stomped her small booted foot! Lara whispered to her, ’it was good to spank him, but next time we should tie him up so we can punish him more thoroughly.’ ‘Yes,’ Mandy thought to herself, ‘I should have tied him first.’ And she bit her large pillow lip and then sucked on lower lip as Tara boiled the needy soup in her pussy. Lara gave her the power of grace, speed, and the ability to make any male succumb to her alluring wiles, but she also seemed to increase all the other goddesses powers as well. Umra didn’t just want to stop wrong doers now, with Lara’s echoing voice she wanted to punish them as well. Zara didn’t just give her great strength and skills in combat, she wanted to leap head long into any situation without first thinking of the outcome. And Tara, well! As soon as Miranda transformed into Mandy Marvelous, she found Tara’s sexual lusts boiling over and rabid with longing. Coupled with Lara’s ability to cause almost anything male to get an instant erection within a line of sight of Mandy and the whole situation proved most amusing and slightly anxious for the book worm Miranda. Still Mandy had to admit that her crime fighting efforts were improving immensely and she was egger to contact P.J. Rocket and have him barrow one of his fathers planes so they could follow up on the new lead she had got on the possible where about of the Mandarin. Peter had let it slip as Mandy had seemingly innocently let his boxers slip during his spanking until they cupped one of his large balls and then shifting her hold had inflicted and intense ball crushing wedgie on the man that had his swollen prick dancing its tennis ball sized head in rapid quivers against her soft buttery thigh, that he had gibberish rapid red faced answers to her questions without conscious regard or much memory or recollection of what he had said a few heavy eye watering swats latter. But Mandy had noted the outburst and the fragment about picking up any further information that the Mandarin had found about the rumor of the secret vault and any proof he may have of its existence at a small inn located at a remote rest stop in the rugged Himalayan mountains, was just too good a lead to pass up!

With her pussy still twitching in hunger at the enticing snail trails of pre-cum that Peter’s cock had left upon her burning unstated thigh, Mandy re-adjusted her top were her swollen nipples nearly burst through the thin fabric straining to cover them, and swallowing hard and clearing her dry throat, Mandy walked over to the open window she had crashed through only an hour or so earlier and giving a glance at the oblivious crowd below launched herself into the bright sunny cloudless sky. As she soared over in the distant direction of her home city and the estate of P.J. Rocket upon its outskirts, her thoughts still dwelled on the pleasant happy surprise that that dishy Peter Tool had a decent sized ‘thingie’ between his legs, and that she, Mandy Marvelous had had it there in a sort of fashion between HER legs! The blissful thought caused Mandy’s pussy to twitch into over drive and drip in time to her delightfully fantasies that she mused herself with on her long flight home.

Hundreds of feet bellow her several men stopped in their tracks and blinked up into the sunny empty sky as they held out their hands and felt at the small pattering upon their foreheads. “Rain?”