The Comic Adventure

He looked at the finished panel, showing the woman swooning in the hooded man's arms. Her head sagging forward with her legs limp and unable to hold her weight. The woman was no longer struggling, as she had succumbed to the powerful sedative contained in the rag still covering her nose and mouth. Once again the Monk was in control. He had been able to dominate another strong willed woman, subduing her to be at his mercy and control. Even though his face was obscured by the shadow created from the hood over his head, the sense of power was obvious by his posture, as he prepared to lift the unconscious victim in his arms.

Johnny was satisfied with the day's work, so he placed all the finished panels in a portfolio, and then carefully filed it away in the metal cabinet behind the large easel. “The Monk's my best villain yet, but I need a new heroine.” His thought was interrupted by Jenny bursting through the attic studio door.

“Ready to go?” A medium height blond walked into the expansive well lit room. “I have reservation's for Sardono's, and it's getting late.” She looked around hoping to catch sight of the latest comic book drawings, but they were no where to be found. “Victor said you had a new book in the works. Can I see the prelims?”

“You know I don't show my drawings before the book is finished.” Slipping on the tan sport coat, Johnny followed his publisher friend out the door, down the long spiraling staircase, and onto the quiet street below. “I'll drive.” He suggested.

“Oh, let's go in my convertible. I hate that crummy van of yours.” Jenny climbed behind the wheel of the small two-seater.

“Alright, have it your way.” He sat next to the cute young executive.


The early morning sun streamed through the windows of the attic, warming the the large room, and quickly evaporating the dew that had formed on the outside of the panes. Johnny was already hard at work on his story board, sketching the next panels, relating the eerie tale of a kidnapper he had dubbed as The Monk. They showed the man carrying the unconscious victim into a room, placing her onto a bed, and then tying her spread eagle to it. “What will he do to her?” Johnny wondered, looking at the last panel sketched, where the woman wakes to find herself helpless with the villain standing over her, a syringe in his hand.

Johnny's mind drifted back to the previous evening, and the first time he met his imposing female publisher. She marched into the large empty board room, wearing a gray suit accented by a lace trimmed pink blouse, and a short pleated skirt that showed her long shapely legs to advantage, which were also enhanced by the black high heel shoes. He felt her presence fill the empty room as she approached to sit next to him.

“I assume this is the portfolio with your drawings.” Her hand reached across the table to slide the large brief case in front of her. “Let's see if you're as good as Victor claims.” Perusing the panels from the beginning, there was no outward sign of what she was thinking until reaching the middle of the story. “This looks interesting.”

There were two superheroines in the story, named Pair-O-Dice. One called herself Odd, while the other was named Even. They both wore short skin tight leotards that were identical, except Odd had black dots over her strapless top, and Even had black dots over her thong bottom. They each wore a black mask, black belt and black high heel boots. Jenny's interest was peaked when she spotted the villain approach Odd from behind, and cover her mouth with a gloved hand. There was surprise depicted in the heroine's eyes, as she gasped, sucking in some of the anesthetic fumes. “Chloroform!!” The heroine recognized the aroma and tried belatedly to hold her breath. In the next panel she was trying to pull the foul smelling rag away, but had already inhaled too much of the drug. “I'm pleased at how you manage to convey so much emotion in the victims eyes. It was obvious that Odd knew she was helpless to prevent the chloroform from overwhelming her, and her eyes her futile plea for help.”

“You're pleased with my work?” Johnny posed the question, but was ignored as Jenny kept peering at his drawings.

Before Odd passed out, the next panel showed Even bursting into the room. “LET HER GO!” She shouted at the villain. Then she rushed forward, only to run into a cloud of fine mist emanating from a canister in the villain's other hand. Her arms waved wildly, trying to disperse the stinging moisture that seemed to cling to her skin. Her eyes were wide with fear, and it was clear that the heroine knew she was in danger. “Looks like your villain has bested two heroines at one time.” Jenny kept scanning threw the drawings. Even staggered back against the oak paneled wall, her hands spread out above her head, and her legs bent at the knees, no longer able to keep the brave heroine erect. Slowly her shapely figure slid down the wall, until reaching the floor, where her arms flopped loosely to her sides, and then she slid sideways, hitting her forehead on the plush carpet.

“I hope you weren't counting on that one to save you.” The villain sneered at the nearly unconscious captive, and looking at her drooping eyelids that couldn't hide the fear and loathing still apparent in the helpless heroines heart. “These are good.”

“I'm glad you like them. Will you publish the book?” Johnny was a bit presumptuous.

“Let's go to lunch and discuss it.” Closing the portfolio, Jenny stood up and offered her hand. “Come along, I'll finish looking at them when we come back.”


It had been two years since that first encounter, and in those two years he had produced several different comic book characters for his monthly books, as well as three graphic novels. He was rich and famous, but for the moment he concentrated on his latest creation.

Johnny was at a loss for an original idea of disposing of the victim, so he reviewed his previous drawings for inspiration. Margot Willingham was the owner of the Willingham Studios, specializing in interior design. The first panel showed the beautiful Margot getting into her limousine, her large breasts nearly popping out of the low cut tight cotton top, as she bent over to enter the rear compartment. She was next shown entering the large three story brick mansion located in the city's wooded suburban area dotted with lush homes. “Winifred, I'm home.” She called out to her maid, who was asleep in the kitchen, tied securely to one of the wooden chairs.

Lurking in the shadows was a big husky figure covered with a long hooded robe. He approached the beautiful black haired designer with a white rag in his hand, as she lifted one of her legs to remove the uncomfortable shoe. “WHAAAMMPPHHHH?” The drawing showed her eyes wide with fear and surprise, while the woman breathed the sickly sweet fumes emanating from the rag, covering her nose. “MMMMPPHH!” She was lifted off the floor, allowing her long shapely legs to flail about in the air. “NNOOMMMMM!” She fought the attacker with all the strength she could muster, but it wasn't enough to overcome his brute strength and the chloroform, so the drawing showed her bent over the robed arm with her long black hair hanging loosely towards the floor. Her feet dangled lifelessly just above the carpet, as he carried her limp figure up the stairs to the bath room, where he then laid the woman into the giant sized tub. Tying her wrists together he then secured them to the bath tub fixtures just above her head. He bound her ankles together and Lifting them high in the air, secured them to the towel rack. After making certain the woman's head would be submerged with the tub full, he turned on the water to watch it slowly rise, covering her bent mid-section.

“That's better.” Johnny tore up the previous panels showing the villain tying the woman to her bed, and then busied himself showing the Monk ransacking the house for valuables, while drawing the helpless woman recovering in the tub nearly filled with water.

“MMMPPHHHH!!” Margot's head splashed violently back and forth in the water that nearly covered her mouth. Her arms jerked back and forth trying to loosen the ropes, but it seemed she was doomed to drown, until the towel bar snapped, allowing enough slack to scoot her body towards the fixtures and untie the ropes tangled around them. She quickly ripped the tape from her mouth and shouted “PIZZAZZ!” There wa a flash of light, and then a full page panel with a tall athletic blond perfect figure of a woman standing in the middle of the tub. She wore a red shinny leather bustier that barely covered the nipples of her massive breasts, a wide gold belt that separated the top from the star spangled thong that barely covered anything. Her red leather boots kept her long legs dry, while the gold mask hid her identity. She was called Wondrous Woman.

Busy looting the riches of the his victim's house, The Monk was unaware of the transformation taking place in the bath room, so when Wondrous Woman announced her presence behind him, the drawing adequately showed his surprise. “Well well, look who's here.” Although surprised by the heroine's sudden appearance, the villain was not unprepared, and tossed a spinning top in her direction.

She didn't look very concerned at the child's toy until it spun directly under her and exploded in a cloud of smoke that billowed upward, covering the heroine's entire body. “What is that?” Waving her hands and backing away out of the cloud, she momentarily lost sight of the Monk, who used the distraction to move behind Wondrous Woman. Upon looking back to the spot where she last saw the intruder, the heroine was startled to discover he had disappeared.

The next panel was designed to have an impact on the reader. It showed the hooded Monk with his face blacked out,sinking a long needle into the side of the stunned woman's neck. Her eyes bulged wide with terror, as she tried to scream in pain and surprise, but no sound came out. It was a terrifying scene, since it was obvious that the villain had won. Everyone including Wondrous Woman knew something terrible was about to happen to her, but no one knew exactly what. She stumbled forward, when the Monk finally removed the needle, feeling her strength completely leave, and collapsing face forward onto the carpet. Unable to move she lie with her cheek pressed against the soft rug with her eyes staring blankly straight ahead. “What will he do to me???” There was aknock on the door, as he finished penning the panel.

“ Hello Johnny, I thought you might want to take a break. There's a new group playing at the Sentinel Club, so let's go there for a drink and entertainment.” Jenny brushed past him and went straight to the easel, where his latest drawings lay open for viewing. “These are your best yet. What are you calling the villain?”

“You weren't supposed to see those yet.” He grabbed the panels from Jenny and placed them in the file cabinet. “It won't be long before I'm ready to show you the finished product.”

“Okay, so get ready.” She insisted, and then spun around to look in the direction of an adjoining room. “Is there someone in there? I heard a noise.” Crossing the room, Jenny opened the door to the other room, but couldn't see anything in the darkness. “Where's the light switch?” While Jenny was intent upon discovering the cause of the strange sounds, Johnny had another goal in mind. Soaking a wad of paper towels with the liquid from a brown bottle that had been resting on a nearby table, the comic book artist moved behind his female publisher, who was trying to locate a switch to illuminate the source of the continuing noise. Suddenly the room was awash with light, and Jenny gasped at the sight of a woman hanging by her bound wrists from a hook in the ceiling. She wore a skimpy red, white and blue costume, and the weird sounds were caused by muffled protests the woman screamed into the tape gag covering her mouth. “What's going on heMMFFHHHH!” A wet wad of paper suddenly covered her mouth, cutting short her question and causing the young publisher to gasp, inhaling a large dose of the strange smelling vapors.

“I think it's time for you to retire from the publishing business.” Johnny whispered into Jenny's ear, as she fought desperately against the effects of the drug surging through her system. Don't fight it. You can't win. Ask Wondrous Woman over there.” He pointed to the helpless woman dangling from the ceiling.

Before succumbing to the powerful sedative, her bleary eyes caught sight of the brown hooded robe lying draped over a chair.

The End


Night Hawk

Johnny peered at the lady dressed as Wondrous Woman hanging by her bound wrists from the hook in the ceiling, and then glanced over at the bound and gagged figure of Jenny, lying unconscious in the corner. “What will become of these latest victims of the Monk? Will they merely disappear like all the rest, or perhaps be saved.” After pondering their fate he went to the easel, where his hands busied themselves creating a brand new character.

The first panel showed Natasha exiting the shower and striding over to the full length mirror to admire the svelte shapely physique she had been working on for over a year. Hours spent at the gym, working out on the machines, and swimming lap after lap in the Olympic sized pool had paid off. Her sultry six foot bronze toned Middle-East figure filled the mirror with her beauty. Long straight silky black hair draped over her broad soft round shoulders, and being wet from the shower, lay matted across two well formed breasts. After checking on those hardened abs, she crossed the soft pink rug to lay on the edge of the large round bed, and pick up the wanted poster.........

Charles Beck alias The Mule wanted for robbery of the Hillside National Bank, kidnapping a female teller, and shooting a policeman.

The tall slim Middle-Eastern beauty finished drying off, and then donned her newly designed costume that consisted of two wide black straps curving over her broad shoulders and barely covering her nipples as they converged into a vee at the waist, where the black thong bottom wrapped around her wide firm round hips, to then slide between her. The straps were held together with black cord criss crossing her otherwise bare middle. Johnny admired his renderings of this new character and decided to call her Night Hawk the Hunter. His last panel showed the tall bronze figure standing in front of the mirror with the long black hair draped halfway down the muscled back, and her height enhanced by the black spike heels, that would be used as effective weapons in hand to hand fighting.

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Occasionally the van slid sideways along the muddy country road, and the windshield wipers rotated frantically back and forth, trying in vain to clear away the pelting rain. “Damn weather.” The husky driver cursed the rain, and then at last caught sight of the destination, which was an old two story farm house with a rickety barn nearby. He pulled to a stop behind a black SUV, leaped from the van and ran onto the wide front porch, where a mysterious man wearing a long hooded robe awaited.

“Bring her inside.” The man ordered.

“But it's pouring.” Mule protested to the robed figure, who then turned his back to enter the house. “Alright.” He raced to the rear of the van, and upon opening the doors saw the woman's terrified expression lit up by a huge flash of lightning. He reached for her bound ankles, but she kicked at him in protest. “Don't fight me Babe. It'll go just that much harder on you.”

Natasha stared with horror at the burly man, soaked by the pouring rain and allowed him to grab her bound shoeless feet. She was then dragged across the hard metal floor, tossed over the man's shoulder, and immediately felt the cold rain begin to drench her clothes. Her svelte body was bounced up and down, as Mule ran for the porch, but then she felt warm upon entering the large room, containing a roaring fire place. Suddenly she was falling backwards to land on an over stuffed sofa, where she lay, waiting for something to happen. “MMMFFRRPPHH!”

“The money's in the van. Over a hundred grand.” Mule bragged.

“The news claimed it was nearly a million, but I'm not concerned with the money. This is what I want.” His hand reached down to touch the brown skinned beauty.”

Natasha shook her head in violent protest, letting her long black hair spray water in the air. “NNOMMPPPHH..STMMMPP!” Her dark hazel eyes widened, when the hooded man bent over with a white cloth in his hand. She stared intently into the hood, but could see no face. Was there one, or did the hood obscure it? She felt the terror well up inside her as the strange smelling cloth was pressed over her mouth. Her large firm breasts heaved, as she gasped, inhaling the pungent vapors through her nostrils and then felt an eerie burning sensation in her lungs. “I feel so woozy, what's happening?” Her eyes crossed and the intense wriggling slowed. “What is he doing to meee.” Natasha felt a pleasant sensation come over her, and the fear went away. She sensed she was no longer laying down, but was floating.

When the woman began to swoon, the Monk lifted her limp nearly unconscious body off the sofa to be carried into the bedroom, where he untied her. “This one is perfect.” His hands unzipped the flowery pleated skirt, and slid it down over her unfettered ankles. Next was the white cotton button down blouse, which he easily removed to reveal two nicely formed breasts under a white lace bra. “She's just as I pictured her.” Peering down at the woman's half opened eyes, he placed the cloth gently over her nose and mouth.

The return of the pungent aroma startled Natasha, but even though her eyes opened wide for a second, she couldn't see anything through the haze. “Feeeel..soooo..shleeeepy..uuhhhhh.” Her whole body relaxed, sending her into LaLa Land.

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Johnny couldn't wait to start work on his new graphic novel, so he set up a makeshift studio in the farm house parlor, and began penning his story.

It was dark, when Night Hawk drove the Harley along the muddy road, leading to the old Crabtree Farm. Her snitch was positive Mule was hiding out there, so she approached the two story white frame house with caution. Turning off the silent engine, the Heroine parked her cycle behind a large oak tree, and then proceeded the rest of the way on foot. “There are lights in the front and one in the back.” She noted, as her high heels carefully felt their way up the rotted wooden steps to the porch, and then to the lighted window. Peering through through the dirty glass pane, she saw a woman bound and gagged, lying on the sofa, but no sign of Mule. “He must be in the back.”

Mule was in the kitchen, raiding the well stocked Icebox to make himself a sandwich, while shadows flickered on the walls from the kerosene lamp on the table as well as the frequent lightning flashes seen through the window, and every now and then a deep long roll of thunder shook the old roof. He was completely unaware of the intruder sneaking into his hideout.

“Shhhhh.” Night Hawk cautioned the captive to remain silent, as she worked to free her. Unfortunately she waited till last to remove the gag, so was unable to understand the loud “MMMFFPPPHH!!” As the woman tried to warn her of impending danger, so the Heroine was surprised when she sensed one of the lightning bolts hitting the back of her neck.

Johnny showed Night Hawk's mouth open wide, emitting a garbled scream of pain. “AARRGGGGGHHH!” Her eyes bulged nearly from their sockets, her arms extended into the air, and she was up on her toes with those long legs bent. There were several successive close up panels showing the Heroine's eyelids slowly closing and her pupils rolling upwards. She then lay on the floor twitching, as the electric charge was still felt throughout every nerve.

The Monk stood over the fallen female, holding a modified stun gun. “Who is this beautiful creature?” His raspy voice wondered out loud.

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There was no way for the lovely Natasha to know how long she had been unconscious, but when her eyes were finally able to focus, she looked upon a strange sight. It was some kind of barn, because there were bales of hay stacked all around, and the floor was hard packed dirt, covered with straw. There were several kerosene lamps hanging from hooks on the walls that cast an eerie light on the scene, while low rumbles of thunder were heard in the distance as the storm moved away.

“MMMFFHHH!” A muffled protest emanated from a woman hanging by her bound wrists just a few feet from Natasha, who suddenly discovered her own helplessness, when she made a futile attempt to aid the woman.

“UUNNGGHH! I'm bound to a post.” She wriggled violently, trying to loosen her bonds, but was unable to move with her hands tied behind, and ropes wound under her breasts and around her waist, thighs and ankles. “I'm wearing some sort of costume.” Natasha was able to look down at the straps that were meant to be a garment hiding her most feminine parts. “What is going on here?” Other women could be seen in the shadows, who were also restrained in various ways and wearing what seemed to be Halloween costumes.

Then the eerie silence was abruptly broken, when the outside burst into a sea of activity, light and noise. “This is the police. Come out with your hands raised above your head.” The large double doors swung open. “Captain..You gotta see this.” Several Policemen stood in the open doorway astounded by what they saw. A half dozen beautiful women, bound and gagged in various positions, and dressed in strange flimsy costumes.

“Bring that man in here.” The Captain ordered Mule into the barn to confront the awful scene. “This is your handiwork?”

“No, no, I didn't know anything about this.” He lied. “It was the Monk, who did this.”

“And just who is the Monk, and where is he?” The Captain asked, holding up a long hooded robe, that one of his men found in the parlor.

On a hillside above the commotion surrounding the barn and farmhouse, stood a lone man next to a black SUV. “Looks like I'll have to find another location for my games.”

The End

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