The master plan of Tzar Vladimir Rasputin

Barely conscious, the blurred eyes were attracted to the large machine in front of her, where the sound mournful moans of despair and agony were originating from. Little by little, the eyes of Holy Smoke were able to focus on the figure that twisted and twitches slightly behind the Plexiglas cover of the large artifact, she couldn´t believe her eyes.

Marilyn was barely able to recognize the powerful mountain of muscles called Miss Muscle inside that evil, insidious draining coffin. The massive, busty physique of the platinum blonde heroine had clearly decreased and waned. Her amazing, swollen, magnificently chiseled and defined musculature had almost disappeared and, on her almost bony chest, her titanic orbs of flesh were become virtually small lemons. As the amazing golden energy of the blonde maiden of muscle was drained, the massive blonde 7’ amazon became in the small, bony 5’ 6’’ scholar teacher called Kate Spencer.

Holy Smoke had no doubt that those tubes that tortured and drained the body of Miss Muscle would be eventually the cause of her ****. In anguish, she could see on her mind, as the body of the veteran heroine became in just a mass of bones, covered in skin without flesh…and then, in just a pile of white bones with a skull on its summit.

“I…I must stop...the coffin…!”-Muttered Holy Smoke, making her way, trembling and swaying to the terrible artifact, trying to ignore the agony that her inner wounds inflicted to her body. Spitting and coughing blood over the Plexiglas, Holy Smoke reached the machine, placing her hands on the surface. “Resist, Miss Muscle! I am here...” muttered the heroine, staring at the dying eyes of the waning goddess of muscle.

Frantic, Holy's eyes roamed over the screen, looking for, among the complex interface, the command to stop the draining process that was killing her partner in crime fighting.

Meanwhile, Vladimir squeezed harder and harder the trapped hands of Decadence, menacing to break everyone of her fingers. “Aaaaarrrghhhh…” screeched in agony the Ukrainian villainess, not accustomed to be a prey. Little by little, the sensual body of Decadence was **** to get on her knees, in front of the robotic creature.

“Did you really think that I had not predicted your betrayal? My organic brain is backed up by a computerized one. I can analyze thousand of events in a second and chose the best option to counteract a menace... And you are a menace for me... A little menace in fact...but a menace after all...a menace that should be eradicated.” said Tzar Vladimir with a lack of emotion in his voice.

“Wait... wait Vladimir…Tzar Vladimir. I...I can be still useful for you... for the cause...” begged Decadence, assuming a shameful role for her, trying to get time to think a new strategy... or time to her “Cossacks” appears.

“You have nothing to offer me. I know everything what this facility can contribute to the army of my empire. And you can contribute with my plots with you dead. I think the world will be pleased with your “utter demise”. And perhaps, they will accept the foundation of an organization with technology enough to beat the worst beings of them. And, when my army is large enough and placed all around the world, in a sudden Alpha Attack, all the governments of the planet will fall in unison, all their defense systems fall under my control, leaving me as supreme ruler of the Earth...”, confessed Vladimir.

Suddenly, a gate opened and four armored titans went into the room. Decadence smiled to her Cossacks. Four of her best henchmen and henchwomen dressed in armored cyber suits. Though they were just the phase one of armor, the villainess was sure that, in a one-to-one fighting, everyone of it was capable of beat any big jugged, big booty superheroine on Earth. The cyber Cossacks surrounded menacingly Vladimir and Decadence, ready to protect her mistress and kill her opponent. The plasma guns mounted on their arms and chests began to shine in pure, blinding blue, aiming Vladimir.

Cold as an iceberg, Vladimir stared the newcomers with his scaring void expression. Then, while on his eyes, 1's and 0's scrolling faster and faster, the robotic villain opened his mouth wide to an impossible size, and a deafening screech left it.

Too late, Decadence understood what he was trying to make with her elite, armored henchmen. The villainess struggled with the villain, which seemed a statue, unperturbed, while his cyber codes were neutralizing the firewalls of the armors, eventually taking the control of their systems and mesmerizing their pilots.

“I got it…” whispered Holy when finally learned the commands to remove the tendrils that molested the body of the goddess of muscle. After that, with a supreme effort to her damaged body, Holy Smoke opened the Plexiglas cover, releasing the dying, waning body of Ms Muscle, almost transformed completely into the bony body of Kate Spencer.

“Escape... you..., you must escape... Holy Smoke. I...I am doomed...” muttered almost inaudible the maiden of muscle. “You... must say... what has happened here...”

“I...I don´t leave you behind...” whispered Holy Smoke, taking on her arms the light body of the blonde amazon.

Suddenly, the monotone voice of Vladimir froze her on her tracks. “Neither of you can escape of this place. Comrades Decadence and Muscle are doomed. First, I will be assimilating on my batteries the golden energy of the amazon. After that, Decadence will meet the draining coffin and I will assimilate her powers too. But you, comrade Holy Smoke... you have still a role to make in my plot, a really different role...” said ominously Tzar Vladimir, confessing one more time his plot, confident of his superiority. Meanwhile the cyber Cossacks, now under his control, moved to both wounded heroines as zombies, with their plasma guns shining in blue.