Mary Marvel reeled as the Shadow King slipped his opinions and desires deeper and deeper into her mind. He'd done this sort of thing before, most famously with the Vietnamese girl Xi'an Coy Manh (Karma), but never before had he faced a challenge of
this nature. Mary Marvels willpower was strong, but she had also slipped in the face of evil before. She was such an innocent creature that she could hardly recognize how the Shadow King was corrupting her...digging deeper...and deeper...removing and destroying
her very identity and opinions of even the most basic parts of herself.
"I WONT be this!"
(what wont you be?)
"An evil person!"
(what is evil, really?)
"You're evil! You're cruel! You're a tyrant! You're a monster in human form! You're the foulest, most wicked beast that ever drew breath!"
(but...I'm you. accept it. embrace it. never question it. I...AM...YOU! Every opinion you have of me...is an opinion of yourself. Understand?)
"no...but..."
"I AM YOU! YOUR OPINIONS OF ME ARE YOUR OPINIONS OF YOURSELF!"
(no...)
"YES! I AM MARY MARVEL - MARY BATSON! AND I'M EVIL...CRUEL...A TYRANT...A MONSTER IN HUMAN FORM! THE FOULEST, MOST WICKED BEAST THAT EVER DREW BREATH!"
(...yes...)
"Yes I am...I'm a wicked...cruel...I...I..."
She was desperate. She lurched to her feet, drew out the fist she'd been ramming into her sweet, virginal cunt, and away from the table piled high with the costly, fatty foods that Amahl Farouk had loved (which SHE loved) when living, and she gasped
out "S-S-SHAZAM!"
A bolt of lightning struck from the blue, and the Shadow King laughed. What a simple trick. Didn't this stupid child know that he'd been manipulating magic for ages? How else had he escaped the clutches of Bast after possessing the Black Panther? The
magic washed over her, and he took it...and began to work...
"Poor, vulnerable child...always a toy for others to play with...Darkseid and Black Adam had pulled you apart with ease, and THAT shames you. Always taken advantage of...never respected...never feared..."
Mary moaned in shame as Amahl Farouk told her the truth. She was a professional victem. More than simply being 'Good' as accepted by others, she WANTED to be strong...to be brave...to be respected...
(can...you really do this? can you...help me?)
"I can, child."
And with that...the lightning bolt struck, and Amahl Farouk used that power...to rebuild her...
She...was free! Free from other peoples opinions and influence. Free from the shackles of her own inner demons. Free from the feeling that others were right and she was wrong. She was free...because she didn't care. Not at all. It was as if she was
the only 'real' person, and the rest of the world existed for her personal amusement. She lived to indulge herself, never denying herself anything she wanted, because her WANTS justified her every excess. She was...perfect...
"What the fuck..." muttered the headwaiter at Chez Devine as he saw the...woman. She was a great, pale globe of excess wrapped in a black silk gown with golden accents, fingers and wrists thick jeweled rings and bracelets, ears heavy with dangling,
diamond chandeliers. Her thick neck (obscured by three thick chins) was ringed with jeweled necklaces, her dark hair spun and woven into an updo and bound with jeweled pins. Her face was perfectly painted with dark, bold cosmetics. A great coat of shining
white mink and a long, gold cigarette holder finished the rather cartoonish image of a "Rich Woman".
But her face...was the strangest of all. Somehow, she was beautiful...but that beauty burried under a thick layer of fat...and evil. Her bloated jowls, dimpled cheeks and heavy chins layered a soul that seemed to devoid of mercy...compassion...pity.
She waddled up to him, and said "My name is Marylin Farouk, and I have no reservation. It does not matter."
And...it didn't. He said "Yes, Madame Farouk. Please follow me."
He leg her towards the only unoccupied table, but she said "I want that one." as she pointed towards the finest table in the establishment. She went to the table, and said to the family of four that sat there. "This is my table. You are my servants.
Serve me." and...that's what happened. They cleared away the plates and Marylin Farouk ordered, before the son began feeding her, the father and mother began to massage her shoulders and back, and the daughter crawled under the table and shoved her face under
Marylin Farouks dress, between her thick legs and into her wet crotch. She licked, and Marylin Farouk moaned in pleasure. She was so happy. To think she'd wasted so many years worrying about what other people thought, when SHE was REALLY the only one who mattered.
As the first of her many platters was brought to her, she decided to be generious...and soon everyone in the restaurant was eating. She noticed a large, black woman (not like her at all, as this woman was just thick, rolling slabs of brutal muscle) at another
table, with two handsome men. The woman smiled and walked towards her, her boys trailing submissivly, saying "My, but you're an impressive one. A mutant, I gather? My name is Joanna Cargill...but my friends call me 'Frenzy'."
Marylin Farouk smiled, remembering that this woman was a brutal, foul thug and villainess. How...interesting. She gestured towards an empty chain. "Hello, Frenzy. My name is Marylin Farouk. This is my 'coming out' party, you see. Please sit...indulge
yourself. Perhaps later, you and I could...become closer aquainted?"
Though a she-male, Frenzy would have sworn she had no traces of lesbian in her, but she was always entranced by power...and this woman had that in spades. She leaned in and rubbed her massive cock against the obese girls side. Inside, Mary Marvel was
horrified...but outside, Marylin Farouk smiled and reached into Frenzy's tight leather pants. She held the thick, black cock and licked the tip. "What an impressive member. I shall enjoy being fucked with this, all night long."
Frenzy smiled and kissed the huge girl, transposed and ensnared by Marylin Farouks powers.
Meanwhile...