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Mary Marvel Makes a Wish	By : tooshoes Category: DC Verse Comics > Marvel Family Views: 5386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Shazam family of characters, nor any other comic book characters in this story. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Mary had a talent for sleeping during chaotic and emotional times in her life. She had plenty of experience. Sleep was her haven.
At least until she started dreaming, and then her problems took more monstrous forms. Her father often invaded her dreams as a police officer, putting her in jail. Or as a judge, deciding her guilt. Or as a teacher, giving her a failing grade. Tonight he was all three, but he wasn't putting her in jail, deciding her guilt or giving her a failing grade. Tonight he was giving her an award she didn't want for being a person that she never was.
Mary tossed and turned, terrified and ashamed to accept the award. But how could she say no to Daddy?
The clamor of an argument downstairs was not enough to rouse her from her fevered dream. Neither were the heavy footsteps marching towards her bedroom. Even when the door to her bedroom swung open, she did not fully wake. Instead, her dream adapted to the intrusion, inserting the commotion into her nocturnal fantasy.
"Daddy?" Mary murmured, dreaming that Daddy had come during the night to fuck her.
If he would grab her roughly, she would resist him. But what would she do if he was kind and gentle, like she always longed for him to be? What would she do then?
But the invaders of her room were not kind nor gentle, and after a moment of struggling, she realized that they were not her daddy.
Four powerful hands grabbed her roughly. One hand smothered her mouth, and the other hands dragged her from her bed and lifted her in the air. She clung to Tawky Tawny, but they pried the stuffed tiger from her embrace.
Her first thought was that they were there to rape her, but they left her pajamas alone.
When the man's hand finally let go of her mouth, she gasped for air and yelled out for her mom and Daddy, forgetting to say the one word that would free her. Before she could remember, her captor replaced his hand with a gag, and then he expertly handcuffed her behind her back with zip-ties.
Mary struggled against the tight plastic cords and tried to kick herself free, but each man was more than twice her size, and she could barely slow them down.
They dragged her downstairs, blocking her kicks and muffling her screams. She tried to say Shazam around the gag, but her incoherent sounds could not invoke the magic.
She was shocked to see that her parents were downstairs, and they were not fighting for her.
"Now calm down," one of her kidnappers said. "This is for your own good."
Mary blinked. Did he really say that?
Finally, she got a good look at him, and she recognized that he was the man who was pulling her out of the closet in Beckville.
And two others, Dave and Dan, were men that she had seen often since she was a child. They had watched all the big football games at Daddy's home, drinking beer and shouting on every play. Daddy had introduced them as Uncle Dave and Uncle Dan, and she readily accepted any of Daddy's friends as part of her family. During the commercials, years ago, Daddy would invite Mary in to entertain them and he would brag about her. Then, as soon as the game started again, they would forget about her. Mary remembered those games like they happened yesterday.
And now uncles Dave and Dan have snared and gagged her.
Mary's mother cried out, "She just wanted to learn where she came from."
The nameless thug from Beckville glared at Mrs. Bromfield, snapping, "Shut up, or I'll gag you, too."
Her mother's cries turned to whimpers.
Daddy was not afraid, but he did not fight for Mary with force. Instead, he fought with words, "This is completely unnecessary! You can get what you need right here."
"Sorry, Nick, we have our orders," Dave replied.
"If I find even one bruise on her body, you'll be sorry!" Daddy promised.
"That's up to her," Dave countered. He dragged her towards the front door, but he was gentler, now, because of Daddy's threat.
"Take good care of her," Daddy requested from his friend, before turning to Mary.
"Be a good girl!" Daddy commanded before they dragged his daughter through the doorway. "Tell them what they want to know, and this will all be over soon!"
But she didn't know what they wanted.
Mary was frustrated that Daddy didn't put up much of a fight for her. Worse, he knew her captors and understood what they were doing. But he must have a good reason. Even when she couldn't excuse him, she was always ready to give Daddy the benefit of the doubt.
The porch light was off and the men dragged her in silence directly to a minivan. The lights in the houses nearby were dark, suggesting that all of her neighbors were asleep.
Mary could make considerable noise despite the gag, possibly calling attention to her plight, but she did as Daddy ordered, not resisting or making noise while they led her to a van in the driveway.
They drove for about twenty minutes. Mary had the back seats all to herself, but she was very uncomfortable and could barely move with her hands trapped behind her back. She tried to see where they were taking her through the tinted window, but the darkness of night made that difficult.
Mary's eyes opened wide in recognition when the van neared its destination: her abductors brought her back to the "home for little wanderers."
They dragged her into Dr. Minerva's office, where Billy and Freddy were already tied up, gagged, and sitting on the floor with two more gangsters watching over them.
Uncle Dan didn't seem to care about Daddy's threats, anymore. He shoved Mary down hard on her ass beside Billy, twisting her arm and crushing her handcuffed hands on the floor behind her! She cried out, afraid that the impact broke her fingers, but the pain quickly subsided.
Billy and Freddy were both yelling through their gags, angered by Mary's mistreatment, but their complaints were ignored.
Now that all three teens were together, Dr. Minerva walked in the room. The polite façade she put on yesterday was gone. She was deadly serious, and she had the air of a crime family boss.
"Now that we are all here together again, I have a few questions, and I expect answers," she began. "What were you really doing here earlier? How did you get away? And most importantly, where is the file about the Babson twins? I know you have taken it!"
Twins? File? Mary knew nothing about a stolen file, or that she and Billy were twins, but she didn't have to look at Billy to know that both the theft and the relationship were true. Any information about his family was precious to him, and learning that Mary was his twin sister would be like the Holy Grail. It was wonderful news, but it might also be the reason they were in a life or death situation.
Dr. Minerva opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a pistol, a whip, and several more zip-ties.
As if there was any doubt, Mary was sure now that the "Little Wanderers" was not the charitable organization they pretended to be.
Dr. Minerva pointed at Billy, and on cue, the gangsters dragged him to a chair and removed his gag.
Billy quickly confessed to their suspicions before even being asked.
He convincingly argued that the teens had no idea what was going on, and that none of them cared. They only wanted to learn about where they came from, and they had found out everything they wanted to know from their one visit. They didn't understand what can of worms they had opened, but none of them cared. Then he apologized profusely and assured them that whatever secrets the teens had stumbled on to didn't matter. They would keep their mouths shut.
Billy sounded very cowardly and accommodating, except that Dr. Minerva and her gang were well aware of Billy's YouTube channel, where he bullshitted adults regularly.
But Mary knew why he was really acting so cowardly and spilling his guts – to protect Freddy and Mary. He wanted to take all of their abuse onto himself – despite knowing that giving up Mary was their best chance of escaping.
Unfortunately, Billy's ill-advised gambit didn't work. Their abductors didn't believe for a second that a thin boy like Billy and a cripple could overcome two massive thugs, like the boys had claimed. Billy tried to sell his lie by claiming that the boys had the element of surprise.
Mary doubted they believed him, but they didn't really care, either. What they really cared about was the location of the folder he had stolen, and finally Billy looked legitimately scared. Mary could tell by the panic in his eyes that he had hidden it in his foster parent's home. He was terrified to bring his entire family into this mess.
Finally, he looked at Mary with sorrowful eyes, not wanting to put his sister on the spot, either.
But like all twins, sometimes she felt like she could read his mind. She nodded at him, giving him permission.
Dave grabbed Billy by the arm, threating to break it, while Dr. Minerva said with a deceptively gentle voice, "So, Mr. Batson, maybe this is all a big misunderstanding! If you could just tell me where the folder is, we can put this to rest and send all of you back to your homes."
"No problem," Billy replied. "Except that I don't know where Mary put it."
All eyes turned to Mary. Dave and the nameless thug tossed Billy on the ground and dragged Mary to the chair instead.
As soon as they removed her gag, Mary shouted, "Shazam!"
She was near the window this time, so rather than getting her power from the outlets, lightning blasted through the window, melting the glass and blinding everyone.
Only one gangster was touching Mary, so only he was stunned.
The other four men were startled by the display of magic for just a moment.
Mary smiled because her transformation came with an emotional lift. All of her fears were calmed, but she was surprised to find that her hands were still handcuffed behind her back. Apparently, these zip-ties didn't count as clothing, and she was not strong enough to break them even as Mary Marvel. In fact, she might even be weaker in this body, judging by the lack of tone to her muscles.
She felt foolish for rejecting the gift of strength that Shazam had offered her.
But she had other powers, so it was a good time to figure out what those powers were.
When the remaining gangsters reached out to grab her, she realized that she was too quick for them. She ducked and darted around the room, but the space was small and they coordinated to take her speed advantage away from her.
"You guys are really slow!" she mocked them with a smile.
She learned that she could move at amazing speed, but she needed space to build momentum. The handcuffs and the room itself restricted her movement. When they reached out to grab her, she floated over their heads. She could fly! But again, the room restricted her movements, because the ceiling was only about two feet above the gangsters' heads.
Before long, they got their hands on her. They dragged her back to the ground roughly and smacked her around. Their fists could not injure her, but the pummeling was not without pain.
"Crazy witch!" Dr. Minerva cried out, surprised at her abilities, but she was somehow unimpressed. She yelled at her men, "Teach her a lesson!"
Mary thought for a moment that she would say the wizard's name and stun them again, but she couldn't shock them all, and three men were holding back. If she shocked the two men who were grabbing her, the other three could rush her and cover her mouth before she could shock anyone else. Then they could really hurt her!
But as Mary Marvel, the gangsters couldn't do any serious damage to her. The problem was that she couldn't seriously hurt the gangsters, either. Even the lightning proved no more dangerous than a Taser, so the men were unconcerned by her abilities, and they were eager to show their disdain.
The three nameless thugs spat out insults like "slut" and "cunt" and "bitch" while trying to punch the smile off her face.
The emotional boost Mary got from this body didn't survive long amid the assault.
Mary tried to shake free of his grasp, but it was hopeless. She couldn't build up any momentum, and after a few minutes of pain and failure, her confidence was shot.
Even Daddy's friends Dave and Dan, who have seen her running around her home since she was in kindergarten, treated her like a whore.
Dan grabbed her from behind and groped her tits, while everyone stood back to watch. He laughed at her expense, saying "Nick wasn't kidding. These melons are getting ripe!"
Suddenly she cried. She hated herself for showing them that weakness, but she couldn't help it. Dan was telling lies about Daddy, who would never talk about her sexually to his friends. She refused to believe that.
But if he did, was it before or after his friends kidnapped her?
Dan smiled when he saw Mary's tears, and the other gangsters enjoyed watching him molest her. Even Doctor Minerva looked amused.
"Bend over, bitch!" Dan commanded, feeling victorious.
Mary tried to control her tears as all the fight went out of her.
He grabbed her restrained hands and pushed her shoulders forward. She had no choice but to obey.
Dan yanked up her skirt over her handcuffed hands in back, so her pussy and ass pointed up towards his crotch. Her pussy was wet and excited. Her body and feelings were betraying her.
Mary put Daddy out of her mind. She tried to not think about what Billy and Freddy were thinking as they watched this happen.
"Please don't!" she begged when Dan slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass.
"Come on, you little slut, you love this!" Dan accused as he slid his cock over her pussy lips, rubbing back and forth.
Mary gasped.
And then he slid his cock over her pussy lips, rubbing it back and forth, and his cock's helmet glanced at her clit.
"Oh!" Mary cried out with excitement and fear when he pulled her hair back roughly. She almost lost her balance, but then Dan grabbed her hips and held her steady.
Mary's heart was racing and her pussy was dripping wet now. She forgot about the shame and the pain and gave into her feelings.
For just a second, that absurd confidence returned.
She laughed. "I don't think this is what my daddy meant when he asked you to take care of me!"
"Fucking jailbait!" Dan hissed, preferring to hear her cry than laugh.
"Scared to take the bait?" she dared, trying to sound like a wiseass rather than a victim.
But when Dan grabbed her hips and buried his cock deep inside of her, Mary gasped and cried out. Tears flowed from her eyes. He pulled out, grabbed her by the tits and thrusted in again, making Mary wimper. But the next time he thrusted, she moaned.
"Listen! The the bitch is loving it!" Dan gloated then spat in Mary's ear. "I can't wait to tell Nick what an easy slut you are!"
"NO!" Mary cried out urgently, terrified of Daddy finding out, but Dan kept fucking her, and her objections withered quickly. Despite the humiliation, or maybe because of it, Mary was getting hotter and wetter. "No!" she repeated breathlessly. "No ... No..." she repeated again while never once resisting.
Far from fighting him, she went weightless, letting him fuck her with no effort at all! She blamed the wizard who made her this easy. She blamed the ring leader Dr. Minerva and her thugs. None of this was her fault, so why fight it?
Because there was another girl inside who was in torment.
If Mary succumbed to pleasure, then she was a slut. If she succumbed to shame, then she was a victim. Mary was losing either way.
And as much as she needed to cum right now, she didn't want to lose.
While Dan pounded away from behind, preparing to unload inside of her, Dave joined in the fun. He stood in front of her, cock out, and pulled her head up by the hair. Then he held his middle-aged cock up to her virginal mouth, demanding entry.
Mary's head was still bouncing and moaning from Dan fucking her pussy. She opened her mouth as if to invite Dave to the party, drawing him even closer. But before he could join, she was barely able to get out the word, "Sh.. Sh.. Shazam."
Suddenly, both of Daddy's friends collapsed to the ground when a burst of lightning restored Mary Marvel to her shyer, fully clothed self.
"Oh God!" Mary cried out, suddenly feeling far more violated than her alter-ego ever could. As bad as Mary Marvel had felt, Mary Bromfield felt so much worse! Her chest was crushed by her own self-loathing.
While Mary was paralyzed by fear and shame, the other two gangsters jumped on top of her, and one grabbed her mouth, muffling her. Mary should have said "Shazam!" first thing, but she didn't need to wait for long. She bit the thug's hand and he instinctively loosened his grip, giving her a split second of free speech, and that was all she needed.
Suddenly, she was Mary Marvel again, and the latest burst of electricity knocked out the last of the gangsters.
Dr. Minerva, seeing that her thugs had lost the battle, opened the door and ran out of the room in a panic.
Mary didn't even consider chasing the evil doctor. She was still handcuffed and emotionally wrecked. Besides, she couldn't leave Billy and Freddy to fend for themselves if the gangsters woke up.
If only she could get her hands in front of her, this nightmare would be over. She could release herself and then free her friends.
When Dan had her bent over, forcing her muscles to stretch while he fucked her, she realized that she could move her hands down almost below her ass. Maybe that was how she could escape.
She leaned forward as far as she could and shimmied the zip-ties over her ass. At first it seemed impossible. She twisted her arms and ass in every direction, just to move another inch, but in less than a minute, her wrists fell limply to the back of her knees. She smiled, thinking that the rest of her escape would be easy, but she was not as flexible as she had hoped. She could not get the zip-ties past her ankles. Stretching to her limit, she somehow got one foot through, but once free, that leg sprung backwards, and the cuffs slid back several inches behind the other leg. Getting her other leg past her outstretched hands might be impossible, and even worse, she couldn't straighten that leg. She was stuck in a totally helpless position, laying on the ground with her legs stretched apart, and her pussy opened up as though blowing a kiss at her friends.
The gangsters shifted on the floor. There wasn't much time.
"Well, shit," she said, laughing at her hopeless situation. "You must think I'm the worst sister ever, Billy!"
But her brother wasn't distracted by her compromising position or her misplaced humor. "Slide up to me," Billy suggested. "Maybe I can bite through the plastic with my teeth."
Mary nodded and inched her way toward him. It might work, but she didn't feel comfortable with the idea of Billy's lips against her thigh or being anywhere near her pussy. He would never think of her the same way again.
She didn't have to worry about it for long. Dan rolled onto his back and groaned, looking like he could wake up at any second.
Mary needed to find an answer right now!
She pushed as hard as she could with her free leg. She was a weakling with her arms, but she had respectable strength in her legs. The ties dug deep into her thigh and tore at her wrists, which hurt considerably but did no damage to her impervious skin. No matter how hard she tried, the flimsy looking plastic cord refused to give.
But something interesting happened.
With all of her intense concentration, tendrils of electricity stretched between her finger tips.
Was that one of her powers?
She tried to repeat her concentration, but this time focusing only on her fingertips, and sure enough, sparks quickly shot between her hands. When she tried again, the sparks grew stronger and hotter and brighter until Billy and Freddy shielded their eyes. When the bright light finally subsided, Mary was sitting in front of them, arms free, and her plastic handcuffs had burned completely away.
"Did you see that?" Mary asked Billy, and then she laughed. "If only I thought of that a few minutes ago, I'd still be a virgin."
Billy could barely see anything after that bright flash of light, but he was looking behind Mary and suddenly said, "Mary, look out!"
Mary turned and saw Dan climbing to his knees, quickly regaining his consciousness.
Mary pointed her finger at Dan and gave him another jolt, completely disorienting him. He bumped his head on the desk and collapsed in a heap. Mary smiled with satisfaction.
Her hands were now free, so grabbed the extra zip-ties from Dan's pocket and hurriedly trapped all of the gangsters' hands behind their backs within just a few seconds.
She smiled and looked at her work proudly. "Who needs super strength?!"
Then she found scissors in the desk, and she freed her friends from their restraints.
She didn't realize until she saw the cuts and bruises on the wrists friends how much they were suffering during the ordeal. She also didn't realize that the boys had fought their abductors before being dragged here from their home, and each had bruises on their faces to prove it.
"Oh, no!" Mary cried. "Look what they have done to you!"
"I'm okay," Freddy reassured, but he struggled to get off the floor until Mary brought him his crutch.
She hugged him tightly and kissed him several times on the cheek.
He reluctantly hugged her back, but his body stiffened as though she was a stranger.
"Freddy?" Mary asked, alarmed by his hesitation. "It's me! Mary!"
"I know," he said hesitantly, but he looked at her more like she was an imposter.
Mary covered her mouth, suddenly afraid and ashamed.
Freddy couldn't tell if she had been raped, or if she had just played a part in a rape fantasy. He couldn't tell if she was a victim or a slut. He had been in love with her, but his illusions were now gone. Was she really so different that he couldn't recognize her? Had she become such a slut that he couldn't love her?
But Mary's expression of anguish and self-doubt was so much like the Mary that Freddy loved that he leapt back into her arms, saying, "I know! I'm sorry! I know!"
Billy watched his friends patiently, and then he joined their embrace. No matter what else happened in the world, they could always rely on each other.
Mary smiled and cried tears of joy. Regardless of the form she took, nothing mattered more to her than their friendship. Mary Bromfield had lived a sad life, and last night proved just how fucked up it was, but this one part of her life – her friendship with Billy and Freddy — she never wanted to give up.
They were startled when Dan sat up on the floor and grumbled, "You idiots think you've won something, but you messed up big time! You should have done as you were told, Mary!"
The three friends looked at each other and stepped away from the thugs for privacy.
"What is he talking about? Do you know why we are here, Mary?" Billy whispered. "They wouldn't tell us anything."
"I don't know," Mary said, shaking her head. "But I think my daddy knows."
Freddy and Billy glanced at each other at the mention of Nick Bromfield. They never trusted him.
"I hate all of the secrets!" Billy complained. "And I think the secrets have been there since before we were even orphaned."
"Maybe we can get some answers from them?" Mary suggested and glanced towards their captors.
They looked at the five men laying helpless on the ground, trapped by their own handcuffs. All five were now awake and glaring back at Mary, angry that she had somehow gotten the upper hand.
Billy shook his head doubtfully. "We are just a group of kids to them, and no offense, Mary, but they think they own you now. I don't think they'll tell us anything."
Freddy sneered at them, adding, "Maybe if we gave them a taste of their own medicine..."
Billy shook his head in distaste. "I don't want to stoop to their level."
Mary simpered. "I've got an idea. Just ... don't judge me too harshly, okay?"
Billy and Freddy looked at her wide-eyed, more curious than alarmed.
Now it was time to use her sexuality to their advantage.
She walked across the room to the helpless men who were sitting on the floor with their hands trapped behind their backs. She stood above them, fists on her hips and legs apart, knowing full well that they could see up her skirt from that angle.
They looked appropriately unsettled.
Mary smiled at them with doe eyes and parted lips, looking very seductive, setting a mood. But when she moved her hands in front of her belly and tiny strings of electricity crackled between her fingertips, the men tensed uncontrollably, instantly remembering how Mary had gotten the upper hand.
Then Mary stopped the light show and lowered her fingertips to her skirt. She ruffled the hem, casually showing them a bit more daylight.
"I'm sorry we need to do this to you, boys," she said with pouting lips. "I know you were just following orders, but we need to know why you brought us here."
"We aren't telling you anything, you little cunt!" Dan spat at her.
Mary pointed at him and gave him a jolt, just to get his attention. Then she casually put her finger to her lips and blew away the non-existent smoke like a gun-fighter.
"Tsk. Tsk." Mary said, shaking her head while walking between them, letting them see under her skirt from all angles. But now she was exposing herself from a position of strength. They had the upper hand before, making her submit to them. Now she was the Dom in this situation. "I was thinking we could just let you go if you showed me a little respect, but maybe that's too much to ask."
The men glanced at each other, confused. Obviously, they held no respect for her, and her behavior did not make respecting her easier, but maybe, just maybe, she was telling the truth and was too stupid to know when she was being taken advantage of. So they kept their mouths shut.
"I'm not asking for much," Mary added gently. "I just want you to answer my questions and call me by my name, Mary Marvel. Do you think you can do that? Then I'll be happy and you can go your own way."
Billy and Freddy looked at each other, confused.
The men on the ground were just as baffled and could barely contain a laugh at her naiveté.
Daddy's other friend, Dave, looked up at the pretty idiot's face and said, "Okay, whatever you say, Mary Marvel."
As soon as he said her name, his expression softened, letting Mary know that the magic Shazam had promised really worked.
Mary kneeled down in front of him and asked, "How do you know my daddy?"
"That's none of your business, Mary Marvel," he said defiantly, but she noticed how quickly he had added her name, as though he wanted to say it.
"Daddy used to say that he was having friends from work over to watch a football game," Mary said nostalgically. "Is that how you knew him?"
"Sure," he replied, only giving up what she already knew, then adding, "Mary Marvel."
Mary crawled very close to him and asked with a sultry voice, "What exactly do you and my daddy do at work?"
He swallowed. "We just ... trade things, Mary Marvel."
Mary smiled and whispered, "Thank you."
He was very receptive now, and she felt that he might give up more information, but his friends were alarmed when he said "trade things", so Mary turned her attention back to Dan.
He was more hostile. He wanted to finish what he had started when he had her bent over and at his mercy.
She stood above him, feet planted on either side of his prone legs, where he could look up her skirt. But she blocked his view with her hands.
He sneered at her, saying, "Fucking tease."
"I'm not a tease," Mary playfully pouted. "Just tell me what you want to see and be nice."
"Show me your fucking cunt," he demanded, still sneering, but then he remembered the magic words and added, "Mary Marvel."
Mary smiled and lifted her skirt.
His expression softened as he stared at her dripping honeypot. "Fuck, Mary Marvel, you like to play the victim, but you are such a slut!"
"I am!" she agreed cheerfully while massaging her breasts. "And I'll do anything for information. Are you also a trader, like my daddy?"
"Sure," He replied without hesitation, dying to know what she'd do next. "We do a lot of importing and exporting, Mary Marvel," he said with a laugh and eagerly awaited her next move.
"I'll trade with you," Mary suggested. "I'll take everything off if you tell me what you and daddy trade."
All the men looked at her in anticipation, now. They had already seen her most private parts, but now they wanted to see everything.
After saying her name three times, Dan was already softening to her seduction, but the secret she was asking for was too big a reveal, so he lied, "We just trade agricultural goods, Mary Marvel."
Mary didn't buy it for a second. She would have believed him if he said drugs, weapons or secrets. But people who trade legal stuff don't form gangs. Mary showed her disappointment. She glanced at the other men as sources of information and threatened to walk away. "Care to try again?"
Only a few minutes before, Dan had Mary completely under control and raped her with great satisfaction. Now, it was Mary who had control, and she was totally in his head. He desperately wanting to see this slutty jailbait totally naked. In his mind, that would put her back in her place.
"We trade sluts, okay bitch?" he blurted out. "From everywhere at every age. I've had them all. You aren't anything special."
Mary stepped away from him, feeling disoriented. She wasn't sure she had heard him right. He was just trying to put her off balance, and it was working.
Mary needed to know more, but a bright light filled the room, distracting her. Headlights from several approaching vehicles shone through the window.
"You fucked up you crazy witch!" yelled one of the gangsters. "They are coming for you now!"
Mary walked back to her friends, clearly shaken. "I don't think I can do this, anymore."
Maybe she could handle two more vans full of gangsters, now that she knew how to harness electricity, but Dr. Minerva also had a sense of what Mary could do. She had fooled Mary before, making Mary think she was just a frail, old woman, and Mary didn't want to underestimate what that wily doctor could do.
More importantly, Mary couldn't think straight. She didn't want to think straight.
Billy saw the panic in her eyes, and he quickly opened the window. "Here. Let's escape like we did last time."
Once again, Billy went first, Freddy followed, and Mary exited the room just as yells echoed from the front entrance down the hallways.
But the gangsters were careful with their attack. They sent one man around either side of the building, to catch the teens doing exactly what they were doing.
Mary caught a bullet in her shoulder. It did no damage, but it felt like someone poked her hard with a stick.
Angrily, she raised her hand and blasted her attacker with a bolt that caused his clothes to smoke.
They each grabbed one of Freddy's arms, and they hurried as fast as they could into the woody area.
When they arrived at the same grove they had stopped at during their last escape, they finally stopped to catch their breaths.
"Whew!" Billy said with a weak smile. "I think we lost them."
Mary was tired and quiet. She didn't show any of her usual confidence in this body. The longer she stayed in Mary Marvel's body, the more she felt like Mary Bromfield.
"What is wrong, Mary?" Freddy asked, concerned.
"They said they traded people," Mary murmured.
"Human trafficking," Billy agreed. "I was afraid of that. Makes you wonder what they were doing with us when we were babies."
"It can't be," Mary said, shaking her head. "He was lying."
"I hope so," Freddy sympathized.
But Billy shook his head. "Maybe, but it fits with everything we know. They had access to many unwanted children and teens, and the records for those kids were full of contradictions and confidential information. I just don't know how they avoiding being found out for so long."
"But my daddy worked there," Mary said, tears now falling freely from her eyes. She insisted, "He couldn't be involved."
Billy and Freddy looked at each other knowingly. The boys suspected that Nick Bromfield was not only involved but was probably a leader of the gang. Mary was blind to her father's many flaws and always gave him the benefit of the doubt. The boys had tried to break his spell over Mary many times, but the wizard made his power over her much stronger by transforming Mary into exactly the kind of girl Daddy always wanted her to be. And the truth was that he had never wanted a daughter.
Now the truth was staring Mary directly in the face, and she couldn't bury the evidence so easily. Mary had shrugged off the horror of being raped in a few minutes, but Billy was sure that these revelations of Daddy's inhumanity and perversions would scar her for much longer, no matter which body she was in.
Mary stared at the ground, sniffling for nearly a minute.
Her friends stayed quiet, not wanting to rush her into accepting her worst nightmare.
"I don't deserve these powers," Mary said, exhausted of all the confidence she usually had when wearing this costume.
"Of course you do!" Billy insisted, but he couldn't hide the judgement from his eyes.
She shook her head. "They are wasted on me. The wizard should have chosen you instead of me. You would know what to do with the powers, and you wouldn't have stupidedly changed your powers like I did!"
Freddy reached out to hug Mary.
Mary smiled weakly at him. "And it's not fair that you can't even walk without pain, but I can run, fly, harness lightning and bullets bounce off of me. I wish the wizard gave those powers to you instead of me! I would give anything for you be healthy!"
Freddy looked touched, but he didn't like being reminded of his handicap, so he tried to change the subject.
"I think you did a great job with your powers," Freddy said, kindly ignoring how horribly slutty she had been.
Billy tried to change the subject. "But what did you do to those assholes when they were on the ground? That's what I want to know! I never thought they'd tell us anything, but you made it seem easy. What kind of power was that?"
"I didn't do anything," Mary replied, looking embarrassed. "They did it to themselves by saying my name."
"What?" Billy asked. "You mean when they kept calling you Mary Marvel?"
Billy's eyes suddenly glazed over.
Mary smiled weakly at his reaction. "That's my name when I'm in this costume. The wizard said that when anyone says my name, they feel like they are eating chocolate."
Billy snickered, having just taken a taste. "That's not how I would describe it. It's more like eating chocolate and then needing to taste more."
"Oh!" Mary quivered, mortified that her name made Billy feel that way. "I'm sorry. I didn't know the effect was so strong."
"What effect? I don't get it," Freddy said, acting more jealous than confused.
"Maybe it's better that way," Mary said while touching his face affectionately. "But if anyone was going to say that name, I wish it was you instead of Billy."
Freddy looked at Billy.
Billy shrugged and smiled. "It's a little embarrassing, but it's not a big deal to say it once."
Freddy smiled at Mary, thinking that saying her name might make them closer. "Mary Marvel!"
But when he said her name, something completely different happened.
Electricity flowed between Mary and Freddy, pulling them together like magnets. Mary felt some of her energy drain, and Freddy suddenly was wearing a blue costume that resembled Mary's.
Freddy dropped his crutch and looked at himself, completely amazed. He looked just like before, except his body was ripped! His formfitting costume covered the length of his body, and like Mary's costume, it was silky and thin like plastic-wrap, so the likeness of his erect cock left little to the imagination.
"Oh my!" Mary gasped, covering her eyes with her hand, but peeking through the fingers.
Billy looked away, feeling about as awkward as one might expect after having the sexualities of his sister and his best friend thrust in his face.
"Wow!" Freddy says and immediately embraces Mary in his arms. "That was nothing like eating chocolate!"
Billy's mouth dropped. He was thrilled for his friend. The gods finally gave the boy a break. But Billy was also confused. "Holy moley! Saying your name works for him like saying 'Shazam!' works for..."
A bolt of lightning crashing down on Billy with a cloud of smoke. An instant later, a large man dressed like Mary took his place.
Now all three friends had a lightning bolt icon on their chests. They stared at each other's super bodies with amazement and admiration.
Freddy's and Mary's transformed bodies each appeared a few years older than their normal selves, due to her enhanced curves and his enhanced assets. Billy, on the other hand, now looked like a body-builder in his late twenties. He barely resembled Mary's brother at all. Not only did he gain powers from the gods -- he also looked like one.
The three marvels were so entranced that they didn't immediately notice that the smoke had dissipated around them. They were no longer in the woods outside of Dr. Minerva's house of horrors.
Mary was the first to become aware, and she said, "Look! There he is!"
She pointed across the middle of the cavern between creepy statues on either side of the grey-haired wizard sitting on his throne.
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