She woke up in the dead of night for no real reason at all, and afterwards she couldn't go back to sleep to save her life. She sighed and got out of the bed, stretching and scratching a boob absent mindedly. She was a tiny thing, barely feet tall with a wiry athletic build that made he look somewhat like a gymnast. Her hair was very red, and very short, and her skin was covered with freckles, which she hated to no end.
She flopped back on the bed, wondering what the hell to do next. Fired. Fired from being a third rate superhero in a second rate city with first rate assholes. Wear a stupid costume. Act noble. Don't get into arguments with the citizens. Don't fight with the cops. Don't, don't don't.... "Fucking feebs" She thought, and reached into the drawer to pull out the bottle of warm rum that had been her company for the past few days.
In doing so the bottle got entangled with her goggles, which fell unto the floor and rolled under the bed. She hastily scrambled to grab it, knocking the bottle over and soaking her shirt in the process. She yelped, then cursed like a angry imp, checking to see if the goggles were damaged. She loved those goggles with a passion, and who wouldn't? After all they were X-ray/Hypno goggles, a special design that she had built for her by the R&D team at Ajax inc. With them she could check for guns, look through walls, and deliver some serious mind control when needed, just by vocal command. There was a bit of a problem with reverting them back to a normal frame of mind, currently she was being sued by the mother of The Green Menace, who was going to turn our hero into a fine red spray before she commanded him to act like a pig. The cops were amused, but the psychologists were rather miffed by the whole thing.
She was about to change shirts when she heard a familiar voice cry out from the street, then a massive clanging as a bunch of trash cans got knocked over. She jumped out of the window immediately, mortified when she smashed through the glass and wood but landing perfectly on the roof of a baby blue Ford Escort, smashing it in and nearly scaring the john getting a blowjob by a low rent hooker half to death. Across the street in a heap of garbage was Miss Kronkite, gasping and wheezing like a blast furnace. "Jinx!!! Jinx help!!!" She managed to stammer.
Jinx sighed, reminded that although Miss Kronkite was a sweet old lady, she had a habit of calling her by her real name instead of her superhero persona. Not that it mattered now. Jinx ran over and checked to see if Miss Kronkite was missing any limbs. No bullet holes, no burn marks, nothing. What happened here? Miss Kronkite pointed a gnarled finger skyward, then collasped in a heap, still alive but unconsious. Following the finger upward led to the sight of a monsterously large ham, at least the size of a skyscraper, with a giant bite taken out of it. There were police and news helicopters, various superheroes swarming about the thing like multicolored flies. "Now there's something you don't see in this day and age." Jinx murmured.
"Bitch!!"
Jinx turned, then ducked just in time to miss something huge and metallic that put a hole in the wall behind her, then retracting back to it's source. It was Iron Jenny, an old foe that carried an anvil on a chain. If that wasn't absurd enough she has terrible taste, dressing herself in a horrible skin tight suit with grey and lavander as the motif. "I have you now Psychtronia. Prepare to be mashed into paste by my mighty anvil."
Jinx sighed, and got up off the ground. The last thing she needed was this nonsense. "Oh jesus christ you dumb ****, have you noticed the giant ham hovering over the fucking city? Does that even matter to you? For God's sake get a fucking clue." Jenny sneered at the response, then let out an aanoying cackle. "It is exactly why I am here, you annoying little tomboy. My boss paid me a tidy fee to have you taken out the picture. How you are connected to this nonsense is beyond me, but I don't ask questions. Besides, you threw me in jail. Now then you sorry fuckwit, do you have anything else to say before I kill you?"
Jinx pondered, then looked straight into Jenny's eyes and issued a command.
"Sleep"
Upon which Jenny pitched over and made a dent in the asphalt. Jinx looked her over, only convinced by horrid snoring that she wasn't a threat until she woke up. Jinx checked on Miss Kronkite, she was still out like a man gone fishing. She picked up her sagging form and put her on the steps of her house, and as a afterthought put an empty bottle of Thunderbird next to her so that she would be thought of as just an old boozehound.
Something had to be done with Iron Jenny of course. Jinx looked at the abberation up in the sky, and wondered how the fuck was she involved in all of this. She was just a scrub for fuck's sake, a low renter that the established heroes looked down with contempt at. "Jenny has the answer" Jinx thought, "I'll have to pull it out of her I guess." And with that in mind, she picked Jenny up, put her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, and headed into her apartment.
Jenny woke up on Jinx's bed, with Jinx straddling her like a cowboy on a horse. She had been stripped to her bra and panties, and bound, spread eagled to a big metal bed. Jinx smiled as Jenny discovered that she couldn't pull free from her bonds. She always got a kick out of that.
"You fucking freak!!!" Jenny yelled at the top of her voice "Let me go you whore, you reek of booze!!!" Jinx smiled slightly. "Just be thankful you woke up. I was beating you with the clawhammer repeatedly. Thought you would turn out like The Green Menace."
"So that was you!!! You monster!!! And you call us villains? The man relieves himself in the clothes that he wears and runs around on all fours!!" Jenny was pulling like mad to get free, but all she could do was buck like a bronco, nearly sending Jinx flying but not making any progress in freeing herself. "I had this bed custom made when I was dating a fellow with the strength to pick up a freight car. You can't break it. You can't break the bonds ethier. Same thing applies." Jinx leaned over, getting close to Jenny's face. "Now then my friend. You mentioned earlier that your boss told you that I had something to do with that gigantic ham hovering over the city. Who might your boss be?"
"Fuck off!!" Jenny shrieked, "I'm not telling you a thing!! What are you going to do, torture me? My body can take a howitzer shell full force. Ha... You can't do anything."
Jinx thought about it. She was right after all, she couldn't hurt her with anything in the house. Hell, she smacked her in the face with a clawhammer and nearly knocked herself silly when the hammer bounced back up. There had to be something... Her thought process was interrupted by a wad of spit hitting her face. She looked down at Jenny, who had started giggling.
Jinx felt a surge of rage by that insult, and without thinking started to dig her fingers into Jenny's armpits, saying "Oh you like to giggle huh? Fuck you, you no taste having bimbo." Jenny let out a high pitched scream, writhing wildly on the bed and throwing Jinx off the bed and unto the carpet. Jinx sprung up from the floor with white hot rage in her veins, when it suddenly hit her like a thrown bowling ball. She paused a bit, looking at Jenny, who suddenly seemed less confident than before.
"Aha... I guess you can't be hurt," Jinx cooed, "But you seem to be VERY ticklish."
Jenny's eyes widened considerably. "T-Thats not it at all!! I just didn't want those grubby little fingers all over my body. Fucking freak. Just call the cops and get this over with." Jinx slowly moved toward the foot of the bed, looking at Jenny's shapely toes, which instantly curled up in defense. "Oh now now... Big strong Iron Jenny afwaid of widdle Jinxy Winky's spidery fingers?" Jinx started running her fingers up and down the soles of Jenny's feet, which produced a response of wild thrashing and laughing. Her head thrashed back and forth as sensory overload took over her body, sending it into spasms and fits.
"St--Sttt--STOp!!"
"All you have to do," Said Jinx, moving up to Jenny's calves and raking them with her nails, causing Jenny to arch her back wildly "is to tell me who paid you to take care of me. Simple enough."
Jinx stopped to give Jenny time to breathe. She grabbed great gasps of air, and her body was soaked in sweat. "This is torture," She managed to squeak out. "I'll tell the police...."
"Oh please go ahead. Never mind that you wanted me mashed into that wall like a goddammed bug. Attempted murder? Aw that's nuthin." Jinx then hopped back on Jenny, giving her a loud raspberry on her belly, sending Jenny into more frenzied struggles and fitful howlings. She could not take it anymore. Her will was stripped away by the maddening tactile input. She had taken blows that would smash a tank's front end in, stood still while bullets bounced off of her body. But this... This was too much. She couldn't say much at the moment however, as Jinx was poking at her hips. At this pint, Jenny couldn't even emit sound. She jerked back and forth, her mouth agape, awash with the thought that the tickling would never end.
And then, it stopped. Jenny stopped struggling, drained to the point of exaustion. She then saw Jinx with a leer on her face, looking at her ribs with a frightening instinct deep in her eyes...
"OK!!! OK!!! IT WAS MR DUCKY I SWEAR!! OHDEARMOTHEROFGODICANTTAKEITANYMORE"
Jinx halted the planned assault, a strange look on her face. She put her hand on her hips and stood erect. "Mr Ducky? Mister fucking Ducky? C'mon...." She started to resume the torture, her fingers getting closer to Jenny's overstimuated flesh. Jenny started to sob like a schoolgirl.
"I swear to god...I...I don't know what else to tell you. I can't take this anymore. I'll do anything...just...stop."
That response took Jinx out of her mindset. She was a little shocked to see this strong woman sobbing and heaving with a look of fear on her face. She suddenly felt guilty and tremendously thrilled at the same time, as if she discovered a new form of sin. She regained her composure, and called the police. She then changed her clothes, and waited.
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She flopped back on the bed, wondering what the hell to do next. Fired. Fired from being a third rate superhero in a second rate city with first rate assholes. Wear a stupid costume. Act noble. Don't get into arguments with the citizens. Don't fight with the cops. Don't, don't don't.... "Fucking feebs" She thought, and reached into the drawer to pull out the bottle of warm rum that had been her company for the past few days.
In doing so the bottle got entangled with her goggles, which fell unto the floor and rolled under the bed. She hastily scrambled to grab it, knocking the bottle over and soaking her shirt in the process. She yelped, then cursed like a angry imp, checking to see if the goggles were damaged. She loved those goggles with a passion, and who wouldn't? After all they were X-ray/Hypno goggles, a special design that she had built for her by the R&D team at Ajax inc. With them she could check for guns, look through walls, and deliver some serious mind control when needed, just by vocal command. There was a bit of a problem with reverting them back to a normal frame of mind, currently she was being sued by the mother of The Green Menace, who was going to turn our hero into a fine red spray before she commanded him to act like a pig. The cops were amused, but the psychologists were rather miffed by the whole thing.
She was about to change shirts when she heard a familiar voice cry out from the street, then a massive clanging as a bunch of trash cans got knocked over. She jumped out of the window immediately, mortified when she smashed through the glass and wood but landing perfectly on the roof of a baby blue Ford Escort, smashing it in and nearly scaring the john getting a blowjob by a low rent hooker half to death. Across the street in a heap of garbage was Miss Kronkite, gasping and wheezing like a blast furnace. "Jinx!!! Jinx help!!!" She managed to stammer.
Jinx sighed, reminded that although Miss Kronkite was a sweet old lady, she had a habit of calling her by her real name instead of her superhero persona. Not that it mattered now. Jinx ran over and checked to see if Miss Kronkite was missing any limbs. No bullet holes, no burn marks, nothing. What happened here? Miss Kronkite pointed a gnarled finger skyward, then collasped in a heap, still alive but unconsious. Following the finger upward led to the sight of a monsterously large ham, at least the size of a skyscraper, with a giant bite taken out of it. There were police and news helicopters, various superheroes swarming about the thing like multicolored flies. "Now there's something you don't see in this day and age." Jinx murmured.
"Bitch!!"
Jinx turned, then ducked just in time to miss something huge and metallic that put a hole in the wall behind her, then retracting back to it's source. It was Iron Jenny, an old foe that carried an anvil on a chain. If that wasn't absurd enough she has terrible taste, dressing herself in a horrible skin tight suit with grey and lavander as the motif. "I have you now Psychtronia. Prepare to be mashed into paste by my mighty anvil."
Jinx sighed, and got up off the ground. The last thing she needed was this nonsense. "Oh jesus christ you dumb ****, have you noticed the giant ham hovering over the fucking city? Does that even matter to you? For God's sake get a fucking clue." Jenny sneered at the response, then let out an aanoying cackle. "It is exactly why I am here, you annoying little tomboy. My boss paid me a tidy fee to have you taken out the picture. How you are connected to this nonsense is beyond me, but I don't ask questions. Besides, you threw me in jail. Now then you sorry fuckwit, do you have anything else to say before I kill you?"
Jinx pondered, then looked straight into Jenny's eyes and issued a command.
"Sleep"
Upon which Jenny pitched over and made a dent in the asphalt. Jinx looked her over, only convinced by horrid snoring that she wasn't a threat until she woke up. Jinx checked on Miss Kronkite, she was still out like a man gone fishing. She picked up her sagging form and put her on the steps of her house, and as a afterthought put an empty bottle of Thunderbird next to her so that she would be thought of as just an old boozehound.
Something had to be done with Iron Jenny of course. Jinx looked at the abberation up in the sky, and wondered how the fuck was she involved in all of this. She was just a scrub for fuck's sake, a low renter that the established heroes looked down with contempt at. "Jenny has the answer" Jinx thought, "I'll have to pull it out of her I guess." And with that in mind, she picked Jenny up, put her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, and headed into her apartment.
Jenny woke up on Jinx's bed, with Jinx straddling her like a cowboy on a horse. She had been stripped to her bra and panties, and bound, spread eagled to a big metal bed. Jinx smiled as Jenny discovered that she couldn't pull free from her bonds. She always got a kick out of that.
"You fucking freak!!!" Jenny yelled at the top of her voice "Let me go you whore, you reek of booze!!!" Jinx smiled slightly. "Just be thankful you woke up. I was beating you with the clawhammer repeatedly. Thought you would turn out like The Green Menace."
"So that was you!!! You monster!!! And you call us villains? The man relieves himself in the clothes that he wears and runs around on all fours!!" Jenny was pulling like mad to get free, but all she could do was buck like a bronco, nearly sending Jinx flying but not making any progress in freeing herself. "I had this bed custom made when I was dating a fellow with the strength to pick up a freight car. You can't break it. You can't break the bonds ethier. Same thing applies." Jinx leaned over, getting close to Jenny's face. "Now then my friend. You mentioned earlier that your boss told you that I had something to do with that gigantic ham hovering over the city. Who might your boss be?"
"Fuck off!!" Jenny shrieked, "I'm not telling you a thing!! What are you going to do, torture me? My body can take a howitzer shell full force. Ha... You can't do anything."
Jinx thought about it. She was right after all, she couldn't hurt her with anything in the house. Hell, she smacked her in the face with a clawhammer and nearly knocked herself silly when the hammer bounced back up. There had to be something... Her thought process was interrupted by a wad of spit hitting her face. She looked down at Jenny, who had started giggling.
Jinx felt a surge of rage by that insult, and without thinking started to dig her fingers into Jenny's armpits, saying "Oh you like to giggle huh? Fuck you, you no taste having bimbo." Jenny let out a high pitched scream, writhing wildly on the bed and throwing Jinx off the bed and unto the carpet. Jinx sprung up from the floor with white hot rage in her veins, when it suddenly hit her like a thrown bowling ball. She paused a bit, looking at Jenny, who suddenly seemed less confident than before.
"Aha... I guess you can't be hurt," Jinx cooed, "But you seem to be VERY ticklish."
Jenny's eyes widened considerably. "T-Thats not it at all!! I just didn't want those grubby little fingers all over my body. Fucking freak. Just call the cops and get this over with." Jinx slowly moved toward the foot of the bed, looking at Jenny's shapely toes, which instantly curled up in defense. "Oh now now... Big strong Iron Jenny afwaid of widdle Jinxy Winky's spidery fingers?" Jinx started running her fingers up and down the soles of Jenny's feet, which produced a response of wild thrashing and laughing. Her head thrashed back and forth as sensory overload took over her body, sending it into spasms and fits.
"St--Sttt--STOp!!"
"All you have to do," Said Jinx, moving up to Jenny's calves and raking them with her nails, causing Jenny to arch her back wildly "is to tell me who paid you to take care of me. Simple enough."
Jinx stopped to give Jenny time to breathe. She grabbed great gasps of air, and her body was soaked in sweat. "This is torture," She managed to squeak out. "I'll tell the police...."
"Oh please go ahead. Never mind that you wanted me mashed into that wall like a goddammed bug. Attempted murder? Aw that's nuthin." Jinx then hopped back on Jenny, giving her a loud raspberry on her belly, sending Jenny into more frenzied struggles and fitful howlings. She could not take it anymore. Her will was stripped away by the maddening tactile input. She had taken blows that would smash a tank's front end in, stood still while bullets bounced off of her body. But this... This was too much. She couldn't say much at the moment however, as Jinx was poking at her hips. At this pint, Jenny couldn't even emit sound. She jerked back and forth, her mouth agape, awash with the thought that the tickling would never end.
And then, it stopped. Jenny stopped struggling, drained to the point of exaustion. She then saw Jinx with a leer on her face, looking at her ribs with a frightening instinct deep in her eyes...
"OK!!! OK!!! IT WAS MR DUCKY I SWEAR!! OHDEARMOTHEROFGODICANTTAKEITANYMORE"
Jinx halted the planned assault, a strange look on her face. She put her hand on her hips and stood erect. "Mr Ducky? Mister fucking Ducky? C'mon...." She started to resume the torture, her fingers getting closer to Jenny's overstimuated flesh. Jenny started to sob like a schoolgirl.
"I swear to god...I...I don't know what else to tell you. I can't take this anymore. I'll do anything...just...stop."
That response took Jinx out of her mindset. She was a little shocked to see this strong woman sobbing and heaving with a look of fear on her face. She suddenly felt guilty and tremendously thrilled at the same time, as if she discovered a new form of sin. She regained her composure, and called the police. She then changed her clothes, and waited.
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