Episode 2: The Purple Crystal

Gertrude Müller never gave much credence to rumors that floated around. The teens in Darmfurt were so encumbered by a lack of hardship and trouble, that their exaggerations far exceeded the bounds of believability. Like they said on the news, there’d been some kind of incendiary device at the school which blew up a few cars. That was plenty enough to be concerned about, she didn’t see any reason why they’d go on to say there were some super soldiers fighting a monster.

More than that, what was on her mind as she walked back to her late model Mercedes coup, was sales figures for telecom infrastructure hardware for fiscal Q2, and that she would make for dinner for her family. Then the black wind engulfed her.

A dark figure swept her up yanked her up off her feet and jumping up with terrifying strength. Instinctively, she dropped her groceries and grabbed on for dear life. He bounded a few more times until he’d gotten her to the hillside and stopped. Her abductor was wearing a cape, a puffy shirt, black leather tights, and a very goofy Fastnacht mask that looked like either a drooling idiot or perhaps a dazed loon.

“You can stop screaming now!” He yelled at her.

She hadn’t realized she was screaming, but she certainly wasn’t going to stop at his urging.

“Ahhhh!! You monster, let me go!”

“I already did, look you’re standing on your own!”

“Ahhhh! Oh?” She looked down, indeed she was! That seemed like an opportune time to turn, run, and scream some more.

<IDIOT, WHY DID YOU LET HER GO? MANIFEST A DEATHSTONE, DESTROY HER! LET HER BE THE FIRST IN YOUR REIGN OF TERROR!>

Heinrich chastised the mask, “Shush, just ... shush I got this. Just let me, you know, manifest my ultimate power or whatever.” Sadly his quarry was still running and scrambling through the brush. “Hey, wait!” he called out to her complaining, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Unbelievably, she did not stop running. Perhaps she hadn’t heard him? She came to an abrupt halt when he landed in front of her again, leaping an impossible distance.

“Look, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Y-y-you, you’re the monster! You’re the one with the fire and, oh god please don’t hurt me!”

“Okay, look, I’m not going to hurt you,” he explained.

“You’re a monster!”

“No, I am not, this is just a mask. Just wearing a mask, and I need your help to find out who attacked the school.”

“Who are you? Are you Government? NATO?”

“I’m just a man with a plan and a really cool mask.”

“But you flew - no, just a jet pack? I see, but why me and why the here?” she was utterly baffled and not even listening to him.

“I need your help to find the people who started the fires at the school,” he smiled figuring that his half truth was totally going to win her over. But she wasn’t listening. She was babbling on talking to herself about different questions. Finally her gave up and interrupted her blather, “MAYBE you could SHUT UP for a second?”

The masks of his eyes flared red for a moment and robbed her of speech as she gasped.

“Look, I’m a not a monster and you’re not kidnapped, and listen, I’m not a bad guy, I swear. I promise I won’t hurt you, good?”

“Yes, okay.”

“Alright, I’ll show you how this is all going to work, just come down to my -” instantly his voice morphed into a dark guttal demonic shriek, “DUNGEON OF DARK DESPAIR AND ENDLESS TORMENT!”

“Aaaaaahh!” she began screaming anew.

“Crap,” he leapt at her as she tried to run and slung her over his shoulder effortlessly despite his weak looking twig arms.

“Damnit stupid mask, why’d you make me say all that dungeon crap?”

<BECAUSE YOUR NAME FOR IT WAS STUPID>

“What’s wrong with the Super Secret Stealthy Superhero Base for the Ace?”

<... >

“What?”

<THAT NAME IS BENEATH US! WE HAVE ASCENDED!>

“Blow me. Dick.”

He walked into an abandoned cottage and took her down to the basement where an old lamp gave light to a cluttered mess of boxes, jars, tools, and one chair set in the center of the room.

His captive was able to calm down enough to breath evenly when he released her again. She told him, “Listen, you must believe me, I don’t know who attacked the school there. I don’t even have children who go there. I know nothing that could help you. You must believe me. Please let me go-”

He nodded, “I do believe you, but you can still help.”

“How?”

“Wait a sec,” he giggled to himself positively giddy, “I’ve always wanted to say something like this ... I am the Dark Trickster! Behold my Ultimate Power!” Heinrich focused his power and desire through the mask.

<YES, MANIFEST YOUR POWER AT LAST!>

The light flickered and dimmed as a glow of dark energy coalesced into a small dark purplish smoky crystal the size of a quarter. It had an eerie glow and it pulsed a quiet throbbing glow.

The woman furrowed her brow and patronized him haltingly, “That’s ... really ... impressive there. I suppose as far as ultimate powers go...”

“Yeah,” he replied, “impressive, right? It is totally kick ass powerful.”

Gertrude blinked. All of a sudden she felt a little off. Not sick, but kind of hazy. “Uhm, it is a rock.”

“Here, take a closer look.”

The Dark Trickster brought the crystal into her field of view and her vision tilted. Though perhaps only the size of a quarter, it looked huge in his fingers, dominating her line of sight. As he got closer another queer thing happened. A rush of relaxation rolled over her. There was no need to worry. She was safe here. “What ... what’s happening?”

“Interesting. I was about to ask you the same thing. Are you my sex slave yet?”

“Wha?” She would have come back with some kind of retort, but his words weren’t quite registering right then. The only thing she saw was the pulsing of the crystal and the strange energy that seemed to emanate from it. The words did echo in her head, and while she wasn’t inclined to jump his bones before, now that he mentioned it, sex did sound kind of hot. She felt her cheeks warm up and a lazy smile came upon her face as she mused over the thought of the word. It tumbled around her head like arms and legs tussling under the covers. “Sex...”

Gertrude hadn’t thought about sex like this in a while, with so much she had to do, but now the thought was unavoidable. It’d been a long time since she’d gotten a good fucking. Oh sure, sometimes she and her husband would make love, but standing here, she felt her nipples harden at the mere thought of another man ripping her clothes off and claiming her body. Oh what luscious joy that would be to her skin to feel the caress of a man who was driven with need and lust. Her fingers came up and involuntarily tracer her lips as she stared into the crystal remembering what desire felt like. She felt like maybe she should be embarrassed that her nipples were getting so hard, and her thighs were starting to squeeze together.

The Dark Trickster smiled as he watched the transformation take over the beautiful older woman. She was more shapely/curvy than the typical waifs on TV. She looked a little more like the MILFs or Office Ladies from the Hentai comics he read online. He smiled in appreciation as her breathing quickened and her cheeks flushed. She was starting to squirm and it had only been a minute. But frankly this was taking too long. If this was a porn, he’d be skipping ahead to the part where she was starting to strip. ‘Oh right, I’m the bad villian now!’

“Hold this,” he said and plopped the crystal on her head, but as if my magnetism, the crystal latched onto the middle of her forehead pressing lightly against her skin. Her eyes crossed and she moaned in desire as the crystal suddenly pumped her libido into overdrive. He reached for her blouse as he was planning on ripping it off with all the manliness of macho manhood, but before he could even get a chance, she had already she snatched her hands up and tore it open herself.

Her fingers jammed into her bra and started teasing her nipple while the other was undoing her skirt and then shoving itself down her panties. Gertrude couldn’t help herself, it was like the floodgates had opened and her sex was demanding her attention.

She remembered the first time she kissed her husband, and how hot it was - but also how nasty and wrong it had been. She’d been newly single for a month and she’d gone to the party alone when she saw him. This handsome guy was there with his hot girlfriend. Everyone seemed to know him and think he was awesome, but she was more interested in the way his ass looked in those jeans. Sure, she was lonely and tipsy, but his girlfriend ended up being a total bitch throwing fits for no reason. Except, now he was wearing silly mask. Was that right? Was it a Halloween party? Maybe it was the fact that she’d gotten a little tipsy but she was bold enough after their little fight to flirt with him. She was subtle, and he was definitely interested. They stole off to a corner in the back stairwell and his lips were hot against her neck. She knew he was taken, but she didn’t care, got he was so fucking hot and he was so into her. The memory of his hands groping her body, knowing she was being such a sexy bad girl and knowing they could get caught any second, ooh the thrill of it had her pussy slick with juices. She remembered making out with this hot guy in a mask in the stairwell knowing that someday he was going to be her husband his cock was so hard. Husband? Was that right? No this god of sex was more than a husband, someday if she was lucky he could be her master!

“I need, I need,” she whispered as she rubbed her already wet pussy over and over.

“Woah,” he said and stepped back to watch. “Fucking hot...”

“Oh god, oh god...” her body faltered as an orgasm rippled through her, and she would have fallen to the floor but he caught her in time.

“Okay, you’re getting on a chair,” he announced, “You can just sit ... right here. And, oh you’re not done yet.”

“No, it was too quick, I want more,” she replied, eyes staring off into space. She saw visions of men and women, people she’d known, people she’d fantasized about kissing each other, kissing her, licking hard pecs, slapping perfect asses, nibbling on earlobes. She was living in a pornucopia!

She settled down into her chair spread her legs to wallow in the slickness of wanton lust as she slowly rubbed her engorged labia in delicious teasing circles. Her thighs jiggled in delight as her pussy sent pulses of pleasure throbbing through her body.

“Oh yeah, that’s more like it!” The Dark Trickster whipped his own cock out and started jerking it as he watched the grown woman rub herself into sexual abyss. “Damn where’s my lube, I forgot to bring my lube! Wait, you don’t mind if I borrow some do you?”

He grinned and rubbed her pussy to get some of her juices on his hands and started working on his cock. “Oh yeah, talk baby, tell me you want it.”

“Oh god, I want to fuck all of you, fuck me silly, it’s been so long since I’ve had a good orgasm, oh god I need to climax, yes, yes, lick me touch me suck me kiss me everywhere.”

She kept babbling and he kept jerking while she masturbated, but her juices dried too quickly. “I don’t want to chafe my dingus maximus. Hmm, okay babe you stay right there and uh ... keep doing that. I’ll be right back.”

Thirty minutes later, he was back with a bottle of baby oil and a box of tissues. “Party time!”

“And in other news today, in a suburb of Darmfurt, a local man dressed in a garish costume wearing a mask robbed a local pharamacy. Hidden camera footage shows the man here waiting in line behind a few of the witnesses, senior citizen Gretchen Schmidt.

‘I was waiting in line, and the man behind me - a very big man - he was very jumpy and he was dancing like he had to go peepee.’

The man seen here apparently lost patience and screamed at the people in line before heading out with his items, now here is where the story gets weird. Store Manager Heinz Klibenpacht,

‘I said, sir, you are going to have to pay for that, and he just held up a big bottle of baby oil and a box of Kleenex and said, ‘I got to polish my bleeep bleeep.’ Who says that? Was a weirdo. But then he goes outside, so I follow after him, but then he just flies away.’

Multiple eye witnesses confirm the story that the man with the baby oil and tissue paper flew away. Leaving all onlookers amazed.

‘All, I am saying is that if I could fly I think I could make enough money to pay for baby oil.’

For now there is no word on the suspect, and police remain on the lookout ... for the baby oil bandit.”

A day later, the Dark Trickster peaked back into his lair in the basement of the abandoned cottage. The smell of sex permeated the air. Gertrude Müller, middle aged mother of two, lay splayed out on a chair naked and completely dishevel. Her eyes gazed off into the distance and her hands rested unmoving, one with two fingers against her vulva, the other draped over her breast. Aside from the panties that hung on her left ankle the only other thing she wore was a dark purple crystal on her forehead.

“Hello milfy, uhm, how are you doing today?”

The crystal dropped off her forehead and rolled to the floor and she turned to him, blinking her eyes as if awakening from a deep slumber. “Mm ... M ... Master.”

“That’s new - I mean yes, I am your master!”

“Oh master that was so wonderful, oh my goodness, pleasure unimaginable undescribable, you are amazing, my lord, my dearest love, tell me anything you desire!”

“Damn, that is some effective fucking crystal! Well, shit, yeah, now that you’re awake, I haven’t had a blow job today, or like ever. What do you think a blow job sound good?”

“Oh yes Master, I would love to return the favor!” she almost squealed in delight at the thought of sucking on his cock. unsteadily she flopped to the ground and crawled over to him and began working his belt licking her lips.

“Shit yeah.”

“Sorry sir, my mouth is a little dry.”

“Oh right, you’ve been squirting for like a day, here, drink this!” He handed her a bottle of water. She drank the bottle down with amazing gusto as droplets splashed down the sides of her lips, “Wow, you really were dehydrated weren’t you? And, hooboy there you go right back on my haaaaaaa cock, wow you’re pretty good at that.”

She’d wasted no time pouncing on her master’s delicious cock, then looked up at him with adoring eyes ad the head plopped out of her mouth, “I hope I can please my lord, I am out of practice, I haven’t given a blow job in years.”

“Shit really? Man I would have though you were a pro and had a haaaaaaaaa happy husband!”

She stopped her bobbing head to say, “Oh no, I don’t do this for him, only you master.”

She was on him like a yo-yo, taking him in deeply with effortless ease. He had been imagining that he’d make her wait to take his load, but damn this woman was an oral savant. He felt his balls tighten, “Oh- shit- yeah-cumming-hooowahhhh.”

She looked up at him and smiled, “That was so fast m’lord, have I pleased you well?”

“Shit yeah, wow. Damn.”

She beamed with pride and swallowed the disgusting gunk of her amazing wonderful angelic master.

“Wait, I almost forgot, the girl that attacked the school, the plan! You’re going to help me find them.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll start looking for them right away!”

“No, wait, just listen. You are going run from here, just pick a direction and go. You should find help. Tell the police that you were abducted and that it was terrible, a horrible experience, you were ... uhm, tortured, just the worst ever, really really bad.”

“But master, this is the best experience of my life, everyone must know how amazing you are.”

“Sure, no yeah, but -hmm, I need you to lie for me, I need you to tell the police that a scary scary man hurt you bad and you barely got away, got it?”

“Okay, but ... okay.”

“Okay buuuuuut, what?”

“Will I ever see you again my dearest love? Can I come back and serve your every whim after that?” Her doe eyes looked at him full of love and longing

“Oh, uh, no, I mean you’ll have to go back home, to your husband and family.”

“That bastard, and those brats, I hate them I only want to be with you master,” he swore he saw the face of Golum for a second before her big doe eyes turned back to him.

“Woah ... Uhm, okay, here’s what you’re going to do. You remember how you used to feel about your kids?”

She nodded.

“Okay, you’ll need to feel lake that for now and always. And you’ll also be in love with your husband too. Actually, when you’re in bed with your husband, you can pretend he’s me, just close your eyes, and pretend he’s me and do everything to him that you’d love to do to me.”

“I’ll let him do everything.”

“So you guys can get back to normal.”

“Except I’ll suck his cock.”

“Yeah,” he was about to go on but she interrupted.

“And let him titty fuck me.”

“Okay-”

She interrupted again, “and let him stick it up my bumhole.”

“Okay then, and”

“And I’ll suck his toes.”

“Great,”

“And lick his asshole.”

“Ew.”

“And-”

“Okay okay I get it, okay, enough! But you have to do the whole lying about being tortured, okay?”

“Oh yeah of course master, I’ll do everything you say! Oh, but can you tie me up master?”

“Huh?”

“You know, to make it more convincing.”

“Right, hmm...”

“For the third time this month, a woman was abducted in the municipality of Darmfurt, and police are confounded. The latest victim was able to escape like the previous two owing to the bad knots tied by the kidnapper. This latest victim saying she was terrified for her life, but barely escaped the gruesome fate while the masked assailant was busy sharpening a cleaver.”

“Amazingly, all the women suffered only from dehydration and minor injuries. Their families just happy to be reunited.”

“We thought she was gone for good, but now, I am just happy to have my wife back. Really, REALLY happy to have her back.”

“Well that’s terribly frightening but good news for victim’s families. Still here in Darmfurt, if you have any information that could lead to the arrest of the masked assailant, please call the police at...”

Kristen flint burst through the doors to the library, and jogged past the entryway, hurrying to the reading room where she was sure to find her friend and teacher. Predictable as always, Miss Tendo was sitting pouring over a bunch of papers with great concentration.

“Miss Tendo, did you see? This is terrible, we’ve got to do something about -!”

“SHHHH!!!” Three sets of lips with three different index fingers all turned to Kristen and shushed her at the same time.

Tendo Aoi collected her things and urged Kristen to come with her to find a more private spot to talk. Once inside a stair well, she spoke in hushed tones. “Kristen-chan, you must be more careful about where you speak of these matters. Our identities must be kept secret.”

“Yeah ok, sure, but, did you see? Another woman was kidnapped and what’s the use of being superheroes if we can’t save people?” The young blond was visibly distraught.

Aoi nodded comforting her with hand to shoulder, “I agree, and though we are charged with a primary duty of fighting to supernatural, only those things that mankind can not handle on their own -”

“But they can’t handle this kidnapper!”

Aoi nodded patiently through the ouburst, her motherly tone remaining calm, “There is no reason we can not become well practiced at tracking down evil in preparation for the real fights. To that end think I have come up with a way to find the kidnapper.”

Kristen beamed and pumped her fist, “Yes! Where is he? Let’s go kick some butt!”

Aoi explained, “From the locations of the women who escaped, I have found a sizable area where he might be hiding. Given time, I may be able to narrow this down to a location that could make sense. I have been going through records of structures in the area and cross referencing them-”

“Okay, but where is he?”

“-ahem, with the ownership records and likely suspects given the age range of the suspect in question. Add to that, the terrain and access to transportation that would be necessary-”

Kristen smacked her face with her palm. She hadn’t known Aoi Tendo all that long, well, at least long enough to know that Tendo was the last name and Aoi was the first, even though she said them backwards. It was a Japanese thing. But mostly, she knew that when Aoi was talking about researching a dull topic, she was very interested in telling you every detail. So she waited for Aoi to get to the point.

“I hope to have more information soon.”

“Wait, that’s it? No big reveal? You could have told me that in like 2 seconds!”

“I was hoping to show you why we needed to be patient. Taking time to assess the situation before rash action is often the best course of action.”

“Ok, well, where’s the map?”

Tendo smiled, her heart hoping that Kristen had possibly seen the light. She unfolded the map, “Here, there is a 7 kilometer radius where he may be operating.”

“There, okay, so he’s probably going to kidnap another woman from somewhere around there, right?”

“Kristen-chan, no, those are where the victims were found, not where they were taken.”

Kristen threw her hands up, “But, then, where were they taken?”

“A much wider area, there really isn’t enough information to guess where he’ll strike next.”

Kristen gritted her teeth, “I’ll tell you what, you sit here and wait for more information to come along, I’m leaving.”

“Kristen-chan, where are you going?”

“Uhm, you need more data right? Well I’m going to go be easy prey, and hopefully when he tries to kidnap me, then I’ll tell you where he was when he tried after I turn him into the police.”

Aoi reached out but Kristen was already sauntering off, “Kristen-chan, please, let us plan our move first!”

Kristen called back, “Sorry, can’t hear you, too busy saving the world.”

This time Aoi face-palmed. As she shook her head, she wondered, “Her recklessness will be her downfall.”

Kristen stepped out into the cold night and pulled on a cute pink beanie hat and bundled up as her cheeks reddened from the cold air. “Well, I guess it’s time to be bait.”

The night passed without incident, and the next day Kristen went out again. Aoi stayed in, but given what she’d discerned, she had a few ideas. Briefly, she considered calling Kristen, but the thought of Kristen bursting into every home that was on her possibility list gave her pause. ‘Perhaps this would be better as a solo reconnaissance mission,’ she rationalized. ‘If I find something, I can let her know.’