Lynn moved through the shadows behind the big house. In front of her, the silhouette of the mansion was strongly outlined. Ape had had temporary security lights set up, but only along the front of his headquarters. She noticed that none of the rooms on the ground floor was illuminated and the athletic blonde moved from window to window, seeking access. She was certain Crimson Flare was inside, perhaps even in grave danger. She wanted to get into the building through the windows, but, so far, all those she had tried had been locked.
But, there! About ten feet ahead, there was a dim glimmer of light from within. Rushing forward and placing her body beneath the frame, she slowly eased her head up to peer through the glass. Diaphanous curtains had been drawn inside, but she could see into the room—it looked like a library—and what she saw confirmed her fears.
Crimson Flare was on her knees and Lynn recognised the huge figure of Ape Greystook standing in front of and over her. It was clear what the heroine was doing. Her hands were bound behind her back and, Lynn noticed, her costume has been pulled from her shoulders and was lying open around her waist. Ape, for his part, seemed to be on the verge of exploding, his body quivering, alternately rising up on his toes and bending at the waist and knees. Crimson Flare’s face was held close to his hips and her body sinuously followed the movements of the villain as he was in throes of his ecstasy.
There were two windows into the room. Breathing a brief prayer, Lynn tried the one in front of her. It lifted up, barely an inch, and Lynn heard the sounds of Ape’s bliss. But she recognised that she was right in front of the criminal, so Lynn sprinted the twenty feet to the other, hoping that it too would provide access.
This opened onto a darker part of the library, more distant from the action. The same type of curtain obscured her view into the house. But when she pressed against the window and lifted, she was relieved to feel the way open into the interior. Slowly, as softly as she could, she pushed the glass upward. In a few moments the way was clear for…. For what? She wasn’t sure what would happen next.
Reaching into the pocket of her cutoff shorts, she pulled out the pocketknife she had found in the glove compartment. Drawing a deep breath, Lynn pulled the two-and-a-half-inch blade from its compartment in the handle. She felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest. If she could just cut the ropes binding Crimson Flare, she knew, she would be safe. But who knew how much damage and pain had been inflicted on the heroine thus far this night? Would she be able to handle the massive criminal, and any others who may be signaled from the hallway?
But Lynn also knew she couldn’t just leave her there.
The window offered something more than a foot clearance through which she could slip her body. Holding it in her right hand, the knife led the way into the library. She peered into the dim light, ready for anything, listening to Ape’s continuing orgasmic grunts and whines.
She breathed a little easier when one sneakered foot touched the floor.
Ape’s body was reaching full bliss. Those soft lips and the warm tongue that wrapped and lapped his manhood sent spasms throughout his being. The edges of Crimson Flare’s teeth, lightly touching the underside of the tip of his prick sent him into paroxysms of delight: It was a sensation he wanted to last a lifetime. With his hands gripping her hair on the sides of the heroine’s head, Ape felt the imminent explosion tearing at him. Yet, he tried to restrain himself. The physical sensations racing through him were too exquisite to surrender. He must continue them. His tightened muscles desperately sought to preserve the moment, but, as in all such endeavors to sustain the unsustainable, he failed.
His orgasm was the most gigantic he could remember. Again and again, his member pumped the white, sticky mass into the warm receptacle that had pushed his sensibilities to this peak. As he did so, a guttural, sustained note of delight, mixed with despair, burst from the criminal.
Crimson Flare was surprised by the force of his orgasm. It occurred at the same instant that she felt the resurgence of strength, the sign that she had succeeded in cutting through the ropes at her wrists. Her strength was not fully restored; she recognised that almost immediately, and she knew that it would not be so until she removed the loops of rope from her wrists. But she recognised, for only a moment, that she had severed the lasso.
‘GGGLLLHHhuuuuughhh!!’ Out of the left side of her mouth, a small spindle of white slowly looped its way to the floor. The heroine fell back on her hips with her elbows behind her, supporting her. Her right leg stretched straight out from her, revealing the soft and round thigh, while her left was curled up under her, the brightly polished black leather of her boot glinting out beneath her crimson-sequined form.
Ape finished, his breathing heavy and loud. He took a step toward the feeble figure as she lay on the floor. Holding his shriveled member, he wiped the residue of his ecstasy on her dark brown hair.
Even in his spent condition, Ape easily lifted the masked Champion of Mitropoulos to her feet. ‘C’mon, bitch! You’re not finished yet,’ he breathed softly. In his exhausted condition, it might be easy to mistake his tone and volume for compassion and tenderness. Crimson Flare, struggling to pull the ropes from her, knew that neither was what he intended. She pulled at the ropes behind her back, felt them give way, allowing some movement of her arms. Again, a sense of her strength rolled through her.
Ape was holding the half-naked heroine up by her arms. He could see her arms pulling from side to side in a desperate attempt for freedom. He began to smile at the presumed futility of these efforts when Crimson Flare’s knee smashed into his groin with all the force she could muster.
The smile froze briefly on his face, then melted into a skull-like grimace of pain. Strangely, he did not cry out. The shriek caught in his throat, and Crimson saw the massive neck muscles working to contain the scream. All that emerged was a few pitiful gurgles.
With a final pull, the rope that held her broke and America’s Darling felt her wrists finally free. Ape’s eyes opened wide at the sight of the Champion now free. He sank to his knees, both hands shielding his bruised member, but he never took his eyes off the powerful figure who stood in front of him. He watched helplessly as she pulled her crimson-sequined costume up to cover he breasts and then drew her arm back, the satin crimson glove forming a fist as it approached her ear. Helpless, he waited for the inevitable blow that would end the combat.
‘Just hold it right there, superheroine.’ Nancy’s voice was calm and confident.
Crimson Flare held her fist at her cheekbone, its potential power ready to smash down on the trembling figure of Mitropoulos’ newest gang lord. He continued to watch the heroine, the pain in his groin paralysing his responses. Mitropoulos’ Champion turned toward the voice, her anger showing in her jaw line.
Nancy was holding Lynn, her left arm pulling the blonde’s right arm up behind her back in a painful chicken wing. The much-larger redhead used her leverage to pull the smaller girl up on her toes where she sought to ease the pain. In her right hand the girl in denim held a two-and-a-half-inch knife blade at the throat of her captive. Lynn turned her head, trying to get away from the pressing knife blade. ‘Better surrender, heroine. Even you are not fast enough to keep me from cutting her.’ She pressed the tip of the blade against the soft neck of her prisoner.
The anger disappeared from Crimson Flare’s jaw and was replaced by fear for her friend. Her arm slowly fell to her side and the heroine turned slightly to face Lynn’s tormentor.
The Champion froze in place. She stared at the tableau before her, and memories of Stacy’s body lying on the subway platform pressed in on her. ‘I—I surrender. I’ll… do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt her.’
‘So she means something to you. Good. That makes this even better. Now, back away from Ape.’
Crimson Flare did as she was told, never taking her eyes from her friend, looking for some way to use her returning strength and speed to help her.
‘Now we don’t need to have you tied up to keep control of you.’ Crimson Flare felt her heart hammering in her chest as she listened to the cool, even words. ‘Let’s see. Why don’t we start with you getting down on your knees and begging for your friend’s life.’
The demand struck the heroine like a slap across the face. She looked at Lynn. The athletic blonde was simultaneously forming the word ‘No’ in an effort to communicate with the masked Champion and pulling herself away from the knife that was still held directly against her throat. Crimson Flare had never been so helpless. She paused, not because of indecision, but rather because she was seeking some way to use the now-restored strength she felt to save her friend. Her arms moved stiffly as she saw no way to help Lynn.
‘You heard me, Crimson Flare. Down on your knees and beg.’ Nancy pressed the tip of the blade against Lynn’s neck. The smoothness of her throat gave way to first a dimple, then a pocket. Finally, a drop of blood formed around the knifepoint.
‘No. No! Stop!’ Crimson Flare dropped to her knees. ‘Please stop. Please. What do you want? I’ll do whatever you want.’
‘Take off your uniform. Then stand over there where I can keep an eye on you.’
Crimson Flare pulled her sequined costume from her shoulders, dropped it to the floor and, rising to her feet, stepped out of it. The smooth lines of her nude form shone in the faint light in the room. Her colourless tights likewise glinted in the dim light; they covered her legs, but were torn obscenely open at her crotch. Otherwise she wore only her black vinyl mask, leather boots, and satin gloves; her arms reached across her breasts and down toward her private parts, trying to shield them from the prying eyes across the room. ‘Keep your arms at your sides, honey. This is no time for modesty.’
Ape was struggling to his feet, grunting in pain. He gingerly stood erect, then moved slowly to his girlfriend’s side. ‘In… a minute… you’re… gonna wish… you were never born,’ he said ominously.
‘Save it, Ape. I have dibs on her next, and you’ve got a dozen guys outside who want a chance at her. Do you want to lose their money?’
‘But--.’
‘But nothing. As long as we hang on to blondie here, she can’t do nothing. Besides, I know you like to watch.’
‘How--?’
‘Every guy likes to watch. So, here,’ the redhead said, smiling, passing Lynn and the knife in the direction of the massive criminal, who took the girl gladly. He set the knife aside once his hand wrapped around her arm. ‘Let her be your plaything while I enjoy myself for a short while.
‘Come here, heroine.’ She sat on the bed.
The naked Crimson Flare walked slowly toward her. Her face stared at the carpeted floor as she walked slowly and silently in the dim light. When she reached the large four-poster, Nancy indicated for her to lie down.
Crimson slid onto the dark green bedspread, resting her head on the trio of pillows at the headboard. Nancy sidled up toward the head of the bed. Nearby was the table on which sat Ape’s kit that he had had plans for earlier. Then she removed her denim jacket, dropping it to the floor at her feet. She turned toward the powerless avenger lying, unmoving, before her.
‘Let’s see if you enjoy this as much as you enjoyed your little imagined flirtations earlier,’ she said, smiling. She lay herself parallel to the Champion of Mitropoulos. ‘Ape will hurt your friend if you do anything,’ Nancy whispered. She opened the kit pulled out a pair small scissors. In a single swift move, she began cutting away at the ragged hole in the tights the Champion wore. Soon the hole had opened wide enough to reveal her dark brown bush and the smooth skin far up on her abdomen; only a narrow strip of the waistband of her tights held them tautly to her body; the flawless hollows of her hips and the tops of her silken thighs were also revealed; and the complete crack in her ass as well as the muscular cheeks that framed it had been exposed. Nancy smiled across at Ape and Lynn, and then went back into the kit to pull out the same vibrator that Ape of fondled earlier. She flicked the switch and the electric buzzing filled the chamber.
‘ NO!!’ Lynn screamed.
Ape pulled Lynn’s body toward his own, swallowing her up in his huge arms. ‘Shut up and watch. I heard you on your radio telling your friend all about how I was expecting her here. Too bad you didn’t stay away.’
Crimson Flare lay on the bed, concentrating, trying to maintain her composure. She vaguely understood that her earlier reveries had been a product of her bondage. But would her utter helplessness now, even without the bondage, have the same effect? She was afraid it would. Was it actually being tied? Or was it a matter of being unable to use her heroic qualities in the face of a dire threat; was it simply the helplessness? Looking at Lynn, now wrapped in Ape’s arms—his hand was already mashing her breast under her thin shirt—the heroine was already beginning to sense the answer; she felt a surge returning to her groin. Even as Nancy brought the vibrator into contact with her overly sensitised nipple, she felt the tingling run up and down her spine. The back of her neck and her pulsing groin were at opposite ends of this electric circuit, and as soon as the soft knob touched her, she arched her back and then began to rock slowly. The mattress moved in sympathetic motion with the vision that gripped her brain, a vision that gave rise to fear. The vision paired Lynn with Stacy, paired the threats to their safety, her failure to save Stacy, and her own present inability to act to help Lynn.
‘Ooh, it looks like you’re going to enjoy this as much as I will,’ Nancy leaned in and whispered to the helpless Champion. She gently blew in her ear, then licked the lobe. The heroine’s ecstasy was raised another notch. ‘You dirty little slut,’ Nancy concluded.
‘No!’ whispered Mitropoulos’ Champion. ‘Let her go! I’ll do whatever you want.’
‘You will do whatever we want, but we won’t let her go.’ Nancy nibbled Crimson Flare’s ear. She passed the vibrator across Crimson’s naked breasts, pausing on the hardening nodule at the peak of each.
When she withdrew the mechanical stimulation, and set it aside for the moment, she turned her experienced and expert fingers to the same swellings, now larger and harder. As she passed her fingernails across the pink nipples, a surge of energy shot through the heroine, running directly to her sex. She spasmed, her hips shooting into the air, held there by the sensation of bliss and the desire to sustain the terrifying rapture.
‘NNnnGGggghhhh!!’ Crimson Flare growled, the animal passion she felt driving all else from her mind.
Nancy turned and smiled across the room at Ape and Lynn. ‘Watch the heroine now.’ She reached for the vibrator again.
Crimson Flare’s eyes were brimming with tears as she looked across at her friend. She saw Lynn’s arms reaching out toward her, as she was trapped between Ape’s muscular extremities crisscrossing her body. Lynn’s legs kicked uselessly as the criminal carried her to his seat, where he would watch the continuing degradation of the masked heroine. As through a mist, she saw Lynn’s eyes open wide, staring at her, reflecting her desperation to bring aid to the failing Champion.
Nancy leaned over the helpless heroine, reaching toward the mechanical toy that lay on the bed. She whispered again into the masked girl’s ear, gloating, ‘Chan has destroyed you, heroine.’ She laughed. ‘He destroyed you because I told him how, and then he left me.’ Crimson Flare tried to process this, but the turbulence racing through her body didn’t allow her to understand what Nancy was telling her.
‘Wh—wh—wha—at?’ she gasped.
Lynn felt emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She struggled in vain against the powerful gang lord who held her, as she tried to reach out toward her friend, unable to get to her. She tried to twist her body free, to kick herself loose, she pounded her fists futilely against the forearms that restrained her. Nothing had any effect. And as she watched, she saw Nancy whispering to the helpless girl before her, and then pick up the vibrator again. She dimly heard the buzzing motor.
Crimson Flare’s body was already glinting with sweat. When the tall redhead reached the mechanical toy down toward her exposed sex, Lynn could see, even in the weak light, the roseate blossom budding between her legs, and she knew that this would be Nancy’s next target.
‘NO!!’ she cried again. ‘DON’T!’
The denim-clad redhead enjoyed her conquest of the beaten, naked Champion. ‘Chan was mine, and he was going to make me the gang-queen of Mitropoulos.’ She paused as she passed the buzzing device across Crimson’s sweating abdomen, making circles in the sweaty rivulets. ‘But we had to get rid of you! I was the one who figured out that you were a virgin, and then I guessed that your strength came from that.’ She tickled the small breast node again, enjoying the heroine’s startled response. The anger was growing in her as she moved toward Crimson Flare’s spread, waiting legs.
Ape’s forearm pushed upward easily and covered Lynn’s mouth, stifling her cries. He was enjoying Nancy’s work, the sort of work he had had, on a number of previous occasions, the opportunity to enjoy firsthand. He knew of her expertise and her dexterity. He knew of what Nancy was capable and of her relentlessness. He reached and pulled open the door that was next to him. He motioned to the small group of men standing, waiting, in the foyer. This, he knew, would be something they would all want to be part of. It was too good to keep private.
Crimson tried to listen as Nancy whispered. The redhead intermingled what she was saying with some expert tonguing, nibbling, and hot breaths, and this prevented the masked Champion from absorbing all that the redhead revealed. The physical charge Nancy was able to send through the heroine’s willing body brought her closer and closer to her freshest orgasm. ‘I gave him all the information he needed to get rid of you and take over Mitropoulos. Then he started talking about how hot you were, how mysterious, how much he wanted you. He dumped me,’ Nancy sighed into Crimson’s unveiled ear. ‘He dumped me,’ she hissed.
‘For you.’
By this time, Nancy was climbing over her captive, the vibrator maneuvering between Crimson Flare’s legs, up and down the exposed portion of her thighs, across her sweat-streaked belly, eliciting helpless moans and growls from the Champion.
‘For you, you worthless slut!’ she continued whispering harshly. ‘I told him how to beat you and then he dumped me.’ Nancy probed the heroine’s gasping mouth with the fingers of her free hand, then clamped her own open mouth over the dry, unresisting ruby-red lips. Her tongue explored the complete interior of the orifice before she slowly pulled her face up to smile down on her helpless, bewildered prisoner. ‘I told him that all he needed to do was to make you cum. I was absolutely certain that you had never had an orgasm. Once that happened, it would destabilise your chemistry. And once that was done, you couldn’t consistently draw on whatever source it was that gave you your strength. And if your body was in—what shall I call it? sexual bliss—then your strength wasn’t focused. Was I right? Look at yourself. You’re shaking.’
Nancy was right. Crimson Flare’s body trembled uncontrollably. ‘You’re helpless, heroine. You’re helpless because you’re on the verge of cumming. Your body can’t fight and cum. And as long as Ape has your friend there, you can’t fight.’
She brought the vibrator down on the full bud at the apex between Crimson Flare’s quivering thighs. She held it there.
‘AAAAaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh-HHHhllllgggggg!!!’
Crimson Flare bucked her hips, but Nancy successfully held the grey and blue toy against her pulsing sex. The sound that issued from America’s Darling’s throat was agonised, reflecting the helplessness she felt, along with (and Nancy had failed to recognise this) the rapture born of that helplessness. Crimson Flare delighted in her captivity, sought its sexual quality, and internalised that quality, made it part of the sexual experience that was provoked by the bondage and capture.
But Nancy was right about one thing: she was helpless. Because she sought the powerlessness, the helplessness, manifested most easily in bondage, Crimson Flare could never be a heroine again. She was finished. How could she save others when she wanted to be captured?
‘Oooohhh, gggooo—ooodd!’ Sobs muffled the cry for help that would never be answered.
Exhausted, Crimson felt the honey issue from her quivering insides. Nancy’s free hand scooped a small sample from the bedspread. She clamped the hand over the mouth of the beaten Champion. ‘Lick it! Lick it, you slut!’
And, obediently, Crimson Flare did so.
Ape loosened his hold on Lynn as the Champion of Mitropoulos was reduced, before his eyes, to a quaking, submissive slave. His face brightened and his smile broadened. Never had he expected this! Crimson Flare was supposed to be the most serious obstacle to his power. And here she was, naked, trembling with fear, dominated, beaten.
When Ape’s left arm dropped away from her waist, Lynn barely noticed. She was staring at the broken heroine, propped up on the bed, lapping her own juices from the hand of her tormentor. As Ape dragged Lynn toward the bed, the blonde’s vision dimmed as tears welled up in her eyes. Ape wanted to have an unimpeded view of the heroine’s degradation. Lynn wanted only to shut the vision out.
Nancy wiped the residue of Crimson Flare’s juice around her dry lips. Involuntarily, seeking any moisture, the beaten avenger licked at the rapidly drying material with her prickly tongue. Looking up at Ape, who now stood massively over the head of the bed, Nancy mouthed, ‘The black dildo.’
When Lynn saw the size of the shiny black object Ape plucked from his kit, she was revitalized, kicking and squirming. Ape was forced to return his left arm to her hips, to restrain the young blonde. Beneath his right arm, which controlled both her shoulders and mouth, only muffled cries escaped.
Crimson Flare lay, limp and shaking, on the bedspread. She barely noticed when the head of the dildo pressed against her anus. Nancy was seated next to her, looking down on her. With her left hand, the big redhead pressed against Crimson Flare’s chest, holding her flat on the bed. With her right hand, unseen by the dazed heroine, she began to press the foot-long black object deeper into the Champion.
‘’N-no-o!’ she whispered, whimpering.
‘Take it, heroine,’ Nancy hissed viciously. ‘Or Ape will take care of your friend.’ Nancy gripped the masked girl’s chin and turned her head so that she faced her friend and her muscular captor. Lynn’s struggles continued, but were noticeably less than they had been a moment earlier. With one arm covering her chin, neck and shoulders, and the other restraining the athletic blonde girl at the waist, her futile exertions had exhausted her.
All resistance went out of Crimson Flare at that moment. Her powerful body visibly sagged, and Nancy exulted. Releasing her chin, she now tugged on the heroine’s shoulder. America’s Darling rolled onto her stomach. ‘That’s a good girl,’ Nancy teased.
The redhead grimly set about driving the probe further into the now-unresisting heroine. She had Crimson pull her knees up under her hips, so that her glorious ass was elevated and fully visible to the audience that watched in silent awe. The soft, maneuverable, black shaft gradually disappeared into her. The beaten girl made no sound as it did so. There was no sound in the room as Nancy enjoyed the climax of her victory over Mitropoulos’ Champion.
Pushing the defeated girl’s naked hips to the bed, Nancy turned to the group of men standing, gape-jawed, watching this moment of triumph. ‘Who’s first?’
The dildo, whose rubbery construction made it a bit easier to press into her, slowly extended and expanded to fill the length of the entry. Crimson Flare bent and twisted her back, desperately trying to ease the pain she felt pressing upward from her hips. ‘NNnn-ngguhh!’ She tried to muffle her agony, but failed. Through her pain she felt another pair of hands grab her hips from behind.
‘NNNOOO! Oohh, god, STOP!’ Lynn’s scream cut through Crimson Flare’s delirium.
Lynn had forced Ape’s arm away from her lips to allow her to plead for the masked, defenseless avenger. She watched helplessly as the first of Ape’s resurrected gang members paid his fee and prepared to rape the broken girl.
He pushed the helpless girl on to her side. She grunted as pain shot up and down her spine, a result of the dildo that had been thrust into her. The large man, his shaved pate covered with droplets of sweat as he anticipated his bout with the heroine, gazed hungrily at the curls of the tuft between her legs. He licked his lips when he pulled the poor heroine’s unresisting body to him. He stood beside the bed with his pants around his ankles, his erection already complete. ‘You don’t remember me, but you tangled with me and two of my friends a couple of months ago.’ He drove his manhood viciously into the Champion. ‘I was there when JoJo captured you at our warehouse.’ He grunted with pleasure.
Crimson Flare lay on the dark green bedspread, her legs bent at the knees as her boots hung down over the edge of the bed. Her arms were straight out from her shoulders, drawn there from their earlier position at her sides when the powerful criminal had pulled her to the edge of the bed. The crimson-gloved fingers moved slowly, aimlessly, seeking a grip to resist the pain that was tearing her apart.
Nancy sat on the far side of the bed and watched. This was her revenge for Chan’s defection. She was going to be the gang-queen of Mitropoulos, at Chan’s side, until this—this… bitch had come along. This bitch with her slutty uniform and her secret identity. This slut had stolen Chan.
Now she would be gang-queen of Mitropoulos at Ape’s side. Ape was nowhere near the brain that Chan had been, and she still could out-think him to figure out how the bring this slut down. Ape should be a piece of cake.
Look at her, Nancy thought. The great Crimson Flare. Playing slut for Ape’s gang. This was sweet.
‘Do you remember what JoJo did to you?’ the gang member continued. He tore Crimson Flare’s tights, leaving them ragged around her hips. He thrust into her, seeking the fullest extent of himself inside the beaten avenger.
‘I remember what JoJo did. JoJo took you. He fucked you, bitch. I was waiting my turn with you. I would have fucked you then. I’ve been waiting to do you, you cunt, and… now… I’m… doing… you.’ With each word he drove his hips against the supine body of Crimson Flare. He fairly lifted her off the bed with each thrust.
‘You’re nothing, bitch! America’s Darling! Ha! All you are is a slut in a mask.’ With each accusation, he pushed himself deep into his victim.
Lynn desperately wanted to turn away from the scene before her. But she couldn’t stop watching. The naked form of Crimson Flare, the heroine who had inspired her to get her own life in order and to take steps to contribute to the community, was flat on her back. Her rapist—the first of many, she could see, as more money was changing hands—demeaning her, humiliating her. Her enemies, Ape and the redhead, watching, profiting, smiling. She felt sick to her stomach. Oh, god, make them stop.
End of Chapter Four