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Bikini Time - Valentina

Added 2025-08-05 02:51:42 +0000 UTC

Story by Leena

The sun blazed over the mutant-only beach, its golden rays glinting off the black parasols that shielded Valentina from the heat. She lounged on a reinforced chaise, her long legs stretched out and splayed in the sun, twitching occasionally as lesser mutants scurried to obey her unspoken whims.

A fish-girl with shimmering scales fanned her with a palm leaf. A moth-winged attendant held a crystal ashtray beneath Valentina’s slender fingers as she took a slow drag from her cigarette. The smoke curled from between the lips of her right palm. She exhaled, savoring the taste.

“Another drink,” she murmured, and a trembling slug mutant slithered forward with a chilled glass of absinthe, the ice clinking softly. Valentina didn’t thank her. Gratitude was for those who had a choice.

Her long, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, blending with the shadows cast by her pitch black umbrella. The other mutants kept their distance unless summoned, their fear as palpable as the salt in the air. They knew who she was— Valentina Bellabra, the Black Widow of the Mutant Mafia, whose legs could pin a man to the wall before he even thought to scream.

A crab-girl approached, balancing a tray of oysters. “F-for you, ma’am,” she stammered. Valentina’s mouth-hands plucked one from the shell, the fingers deftly tipping it back into her throat. She smirked at the girl’s flinch.

“Good,” she purred. “Now, rub my feet. The third and fourth feet specifically.”

The crab-girl obeyed instantly, her claws working gently over Valentina’s exoskeleton. Closing her eyes, Valentina sighed. This was how it should be—her, the ocean breeze, and the silent, fearful devotion of those beneath her.