I hope you’ll excuse the informal nature of my writing. I’m a fledgling newspaper reporter so my writing style is still developing. Unfortunately, the story I have to tell can’t wait for my writing (or me) to mature.

As anybody who hasn’t been living under a rock for the last six months will tell you, the ranks of the world’s superheroines has grown by one. What they can’t tell you is what I’ve learned about this newest superheroine’s most precious and guarded secrets.

What I’m about to tell you must be kept in the strictest confidence. If this information were to fall into the wrong hands, it would effectively ruin her as a crime fighter. I will entrust this most precious of information to you only because I know the members of this elite and secretive genre fully understand the importance of keeping certain deep and dark secrets…well…secret.

Enough on the preamble, here’s my story…

As I type this, she is lying, finally resting peacefully, on my bed in the next room. The “she” I’m referring to is the powerful superheroine Star Warrior. It appears as though she’ll make a full recovery thanks to her regeneration powers, but I must admit, for a time, I thought she’d been stripped of her powers for good. At a very minimum, I thought her amazing body would be permanently deformed.

My role in this story, the way I came to know Star Warrior’s most guarded secrets, was basically a wrong-place/wrong-time kind of thing.

Five days ago, I was walking home from the Metropolis Times building where I work as a mail room attendant. Hey, don’t give me any crap, even Clark Kent had to get his start somewhere. Mark my words, in time, I will be a full fledge reporter. Until then, I sort mail, but I digress.

Anyway, I was walking home the usual route when I absent-mindedly took a wrong turn. Normally not a problem, but with the economy in a recession, crime seems to be up a bit.

At gunpoint, I was ordered into an alley. I had no money so I quickly handed over my wallet, but for reasons I would understand later, the would-be assailants weren’t the least bit interested in my wallet.

As I endured the beating of a lifetime, I tried to cover myself up, but the bats that my aggressors were using to “soften me up” were just too much. I tried to cry out, and for a moment I did, but it wasn’t long before I couldn’t get my mouth to make a sound. It became obvious quickly that my life would soon be over unless someone did something.

As I resigned myself to my impending death, I saw her for the first time. For those reading this who have only seen pictures, trust me, they do NOT do her justice. Despite the blur caused by the tears and blood in my eyes, I could see what to this day is the most beautiful site I’ve ever seen.

Star Warrior actually isn’t as tall as I thought she’d be. She’s only about 5’4” and with the solid muscle on her frame, I’m guessing she weighs between 145 and 150 without an ounce of fat (as far as I could tell). Don’t get me wrong, she’s not some muscle bound freak. She still looked very elegant, but it was obvious she was an athlete.

I’m traditionally a butt guy, but it was Star Warrior’s chest that compelled my attention. Perhaps it was the costume, but her 38C breasts were absolutely amazing. Little did I realize at that time that these spectacular examples of womanhood were not only her greatest physical asset but also her Achilles heel.

Covering this spectacular frame was a deep blue spandex bra that was cut low across her ample cleavage. Silver lightning bolts accentuated the top and her blue cape, which hung to about knee length was attached to the shoulder straps. Matching tights covered her legs and womanhood. The same silver lightning bolts that adorned her breasts finished off the top of the tights. Silver knee-high boots completed her costume, along with silver gloves and a mask unlike any I’d seen. It was a wrestling style mask in that it covered her entire head. Made of the same fabric as her bra and tights, it clung tightly to her face. Unlike Spiderman, the eyes holes were open so Star Warrior’s piercing baby blues could easily be seen. The eyeholes were trimmed with silver. While you couldn’t see her mouth, when she talked you could see the outline of her lips. Wow! It was incredibly erotic to watch her conduct the normally mundane task of talking.

Now that you understand what my savior looked like, I’ll get back to the story at hand. Star Warrior quickly had the felon’s attention as she easily lifted and threw them, one by one, a good fifty feet from me. With the initial attack complete, Star Warrior assumed a power pose and arrogantly made it known that if the felons didn’t leave, she would break them into little pieces before escorting them to prison. It was really weird, but her warning had no affect. Despite the “warning shot” Star Warrior had given them, the came at her. Much like the first encounter, she easily dispatched them against walls, garbage cans and dumpsters. It was crazy, but the harder she fought, the more they came at her until finally each one of them collapsed. I didn’t know if they were brave, or stupid.

Thinking it was over, Star Warrior came over to check on me. She squatted down next to me and asked if I was okay. I swear I could see the gentle smile through her mask. She started to help me to my feet when a new voice shouted, “Star Warrior!” Startled, I tried to look over her shoulder, but I just didn’t have the where-with-all to make that happen. Star Warrior slowly rose to her feet and turned. Again, placing her hands on her hips, she looked at the new attacker (and the two men with him) and gestured towards the fallen felons she had so easily torn apart not 10 minutes earlier. With the confidence only a super being can exude, Star Warrior warned, “Look, I don’t have time for this. What do YOU want?”

“I want you” the leader replied. “I want you, your powers, your identity.” “Surrender to me know and I promise your humiliation will be quick and painless.”

“You’ve GOT to be joking little man” was Star Warrior’s retort.

Now I admit, I was a little dazed, but based on what I’d just seen, I didn’t think ANYONE was in a position to make such an insane demand. Little did I know, the new group of attackers had something their predecessors did not, they not only had knowledge of the one substance that can render Star Warrior helpless, they brought it with them.

The new group of men advanced, as did Star Warrior. The first two jumped at Star Warrior’s arms trying to hold her but she easily threw them into the same heap that contained my original attackers. As she turned to face the final attacker he produced a spray bottle that looked a lot like a fire extinguisher and began shooting it at Star Warrior. I seriously thought it was some sort of a clown-type seltzer bottle joke until I saw Star Warrior stumble back a few steps. Realizing he had the advantage, the assailant continued his attack. I was amazed to see that the formerly invincible Star Warrior was backing away holding one hand out in a feeble attempt to block the mist and the other to feel her way back in a fashion similar to what a blind person might try and do.

“What’s the matter Star Warrior?” The assailant taunted. “Afraid of a harmless liquid?”

“Uggghhh…nooo….this can’t be…” was all Star Warrior could muster.

With the most sadistic laugh I’ve ever encountered, the assailant responded, “Oh, yes, yes it can.”

“The boss was right, although you may be invincible to every material known to human kind, a few shots of lacitite and you’re helpless as a kitten.”

“We’ve spared no expense to make you feel as comfortable as possible.”

“No!” “My powers, my strength!” “What’s happening to me?”

Before today, I’d never heard of lacitite, but whatever it was, it was having the same affect on Star Warrior that kryptonite does on Superman. She continued to stumble backwards like a frightened child until her back was against a building wall. Slowly, as the lacitite took affect, she began to sag until she was lying, helpless on her side in the alley.

Realizing time was completely on their side now, the assailants slowly stood up and dusted themselves off. The leader ordered the first group of attackers to leave. They looked plenty relieved as they licked their wounds and wandered off. The second group, consisting of the leader and two helpers moved towards the helpless Star Warrior.

As the once proud and mighty heroine feebly attempted to get away, the three thugs approached her. With the other two assistants standing over his shoulder, the leader crouched down to get closer to the helpless heroine. Her breathing obviously labored, Star Warrior’s magnificent chest, glimmering under the coat of the mysterious liquid, rose and fell only inches from her conqueror.

“Wha…wha..what have you done to me?” She weakly pleaded.

“Surprised aren’t you.” “I’ll bet you didn’t realize there was a substance that could render you so completely and totally helpless.” “Well, here it is (producing the bottle filled with lacitite).” “Say hello to the one thing in this world that can cripple you.” “You see my dear Star Warrior, the world has already passed you by. What your dimwitted little mind fails to understand is that the world is too dark a place for the likes of you.”

“Nnnn…nnn…no. That’s not true!” “There is still good in the world!”

“How naïve and truly pathetic. You really believe that don’t you. Okay, let me give you an example. How do you supposed we found out about your little secret in the first place? Bzzz! Times up! You see, everything in this evil little world has a price. Just like the lab tech that developed the super serum that is coursing through your veins now giving you your super powers. Unfortunately, the team that made you who you are began to figure out he could no longer be trusted which was why he was removed from the project before you came along. Fortunately for us, he knew enough about the super serum to know exactly how to reduce you to the helpless little girl we see before us now.”

Just as the leader was finishing his little soliloquy, an impatient sidekick reached over his boss’ shoulder and reached for Star Warrior’s mask.

“Enough talking, let’s see who the bitch is!”

I must admit, part of me was truly excited. I really wanted to know. Who was Star Warrior? Where Did her powers come from? Fortunately, I quickly snapped out of the trance as the gang’s leader shoved his over-eager counterpart aside.

“Fool! We are to capture her only. The Warlord and the Dark Mistress want the honor of unmasking and stripping Star Warrior of her powers permanently.”

As Star Warrior heard this, I could almost see the worry in her beautiful eyes grow. She meekly pleaded with those who had vanquished her, “No, please…my identity…my powers….you can’t….”

As her words trailed off, the gang leader quickly went to work preparing Star Warrior for delivery to his master. First removing her boots, he chained her ankles loosely enough so she could still walk (were she capable) yet tight enough that she wasn’t going anywhere. Next, he removed her matching silver gloves. Prior to chaining her wrists, however, he reached around Star Warrior’s back. Underneath her cape, he felt for the clasp that held her top over the spectacular cleavage it was intended to cover and protect. Slowly he unfastened the top and one arm at a time he pulled the straps of her bra off until the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen were completely exposed. I guess I wasn’t the only one who was impressed. As Star Warrior lay, now on her back, the three thugs stopped for a moment and stared as I did at the spectacular breasts falling to the sides of the heroine’s body. The team’s leader finally broke the silence when he taunted, “Either it’s too cold, or the super bitch is turned on by this. Check out those nipples!”

I hate to admit it, but he was right. Star Warriors nipples stood pointing straight into the night sky, as the once powerful heroine lay helpless in the alley.

Reaching for the container holding Star Warrior’s poison, the gang leader began squirting the remaining contents on Star Warrior’s exposed breasts. Once the canister was empty, he began to slowly yet methodically rub it into her chest. Obviously unable to contain the sexual emotions building inside of her, Star Warrior began to softly moan.

“Uggg….nnoooo…uggggh….please…stop.”

“Well, check this out. The bitch is getting into it!”

He was right again. It was obvious that touching her chest was driving Star Warrior to a new level of sexual ecstasy. Her hips began to gyrate to the rhythm provided by the gang leader’s touch. Squirming at the touch of his hands, this once proud and powerful heroine had lost complete control of her powers, her will and now her sexuality.

The fact that he had total dominance over Star Warrior was not lost on the gang leader.

“What’s the matter Star Warrior? Where are you super powers now? Not quite so cocky now that you’re just an ordinary woman are you?”

It was at this moment that Star Warrior looked over at me and pleaded for my help.

“Pl..pl…please help me.”

My heart sank. I wanted to do something, but what? How could I do anything to a group of thugs who had so totally and completely defeated the mighty Star Warrior?

I promised myself that no matter how long it took, I would find something to do. I would make this right. I would help the woman who would not be in this mess if it weren’t for me.

Once finished stripping Star Warrior of her costume top, the last vestiges of her strength and her dignity, the gang leader produced a set of chains similar to those now around Star Warrior’s ankles. Locking them into place around her wrists, he summoned his partners and all three men unceremoniously loaded Star Warrior into a van parked at the end of the alley. Unfortunately for me, they decided I’d seen too much. Grabbing my beaten and bruised body, I was shoved into the van next to Star Warrior.

It was time for the Star Warrior and me to meet the infamous Warlord and Dark Mistress.