CHAPTER 2:
FINALLY, THE GOOD(?) STUFF
Five more minutes and Summer Smith could knock off work for the day. Not that she disliked her job as a social worker at the downtown free-clinic. She often found it much more rewarding than her old career as a police officer. But she was in a rush to get home and prepare for her "big evening." She'd gotten the tip earlier in the day from one of her patients, a junkie named Loretta who was trying to get straight. Loretta had heard from a pusher friend of her's who had heard from someone else about a big deal the gangboss Mrs. Scar had going with some Arabs at the downtown piers tonight. Loretta figured it to be a drug deal. But Summer knew better. A few nights ago, Summer had foiled the Scar gang from shipping some nuclear material to a group of Arab terrorists. Leave it to Mrs. Scar to keep trying, the social worker thought. Finally, it was quitting time. Summer locked up her office and headed home. She'd be back downtown later on this evening. But it wouldn't be as Summer Smith, social worker. It would be as the masked crimefighter... Intrepid Lady!
Jenny Williams hated cigarette smoke but it was all part of working undercover. The attractive 17-year-old redhead had used a fake I.D. to gain entry into the smoke-filled, posh, uptown nightclub. Not that they would have turned away a nice piece of flesh just for being underage at this place. The club was one of the few in Sinner City that still had a good supply of male customers, though mostly foreigners. Chez Terrorista was the in spot to be if you were from out of town and on Interpol's most wanted list. Jenny lingered at the bar as a number of swarthy-looking men eyed her hungrily. Her trim, firm young body appearing spectacular in a leather mini-skirt and tight-fitting angora sweater, her bushy mane of long, reddish/orangish hair particularly attractive to many of the Asian onlookers. But she ignored the lusting patrons as she concentrated on eavesdropping in on two Arab gentleman at the end of the bar. They were drunk and a little too loud. The taller man kept talking about the shipment from the Scar woman and the shorter, bearded man laughed as he joked about the rubble they would make of American cities once they got the materials. "We must get back to the hotel to meet Abdullah. He's due at midnight," said the taller Arab. "Then we'll go uptown to pick up the shipment." As the two men finally rose to leave, Jenny followed them out. Near the door, a drunken Chinese man attempted to grab her. She discreetly drove an elbow into his solar plexus, causing him to double over while she continued on her way. Jenny tailed the Arabs back to their hotel then went home to change clothes and call her partner, Cindy. This was going to be a job for... the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl!
Clad in her silver lycra bodysuit, blue boots, gloves and silver headband, the masked heroine stood alone atop a building adjacent to the main pier at the Sinner City Harbor. She ignored the cool night air on her bare thighs and upper arms, instead focusing her concentration on the figures moving in and out of the building below her. They were all women and Intrepid Lady counted six in total. She waited until they were each inside, then descended down a rear fire escape and entered the building by an open second-floor window. She carefully made her way down a staircase toward the first floor. There was noise below her and all the women seemed to be concentrated in one room. It made her task that much easier. The blonde crimefighter hurdled the stairway railing and landed amidst the gang of women who were loading boxes.. "Do you women have your union cards for this sort of work?" said the confident heroine. Immediately, one of the women lunged at her swinging a baling hook. "I guess not," said Intrepid Lady, ducking the attack and kicking the side of the female thug's knee so she collapsed in pain. "I'm afraid city ordinances prevent non-union members from doing this sort of work. I'll have to ask you to desist." The masked superheroine was a blur of motion, catching one woman by the arm and hurling her into a second attacker. She leapt in the air to nail another foe with a jump spinning kick, landing gracefully on the floor, only to drive a roundhouse kick into another girl's ribcage. The last woman attacked with a flurry of punches which the heroine deftly avoided, only to counter with a three-punch combination of her own that leveled the lady thug. Dusting her hands, Intrepid Lady was preparing to call the police when she heard a sound coming from across the room. She went to investigate and heard more sounds coming from behind a heavy oak door. Cautiously, the heroine opened the door and peered inside. The small, cramped room was partially darkened but the masked adventurer could make out a lone figure sitting in the shadows. "Intrepid Lady," called the figure. "Why don't you come in and say hello?" The heroine carefully eyed the room for booby traps. She saw none. The figure sitting across from her appeared unarmed so the female crimefighter confidently strode into the room. The door swung closed behind her but that didn't overly concern Intrepid Lady, who called out to the lone figure, "So who are you, the welcome wagon?" The figure slowly stood up, stepping into the light. Intrepid Lady took an involuntary step back when she saw the size of the other woman. Stepping further into the light, the figure revealed herself to be clad only in a khaki-colored bikini. She said, "My name is Goliatha and I've looked forward to getting to beat... I mean meet you. Hahahaha!"
The two small figures, wearing raincoats and large hats that concealed their features, made their way down the dimly lit hall to room 619. The taller of the two figures knocked on the door and waited. From within the hotel room an accented male voice called, "You are early, Abdullah!" The door opened to reveal a bearded man whose face changed from anticipation to shock as the two figures charged forward into the room, knocking him to the floor. They then shut the door behind them and removed the bulky raincoats and hats to reveal themselves as the masked heroines, the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl! "What the...?" stammered the bearded man. "Who are you infidel whores?" Suddenly a second man came out of the bathroom holding a straight razor near his partially shaven face and calling "Muhammad, what is wrong?" Quickly, Ninja Girl sprang forward, kicking the razor from the man's hand and grabbing ahold of his arm. The petite crimefighter used an armlock, putting pressure on his elbow to force the man to the floor. As Muhammad attempted to rise and help his comrade, the Red Avenger swept his feet out from under him then stood, one foot pinning his chest to the ground. "Hold it there, Muhammad," she said. "Now about that ?whore? remark..." "What do you want?" whimpered the intimidated Arab, unused to being pushed around by a mere woman. "Where is your meet tonight?" "I... I don't know. Abdullah was supposed to meet us here soon and take us. He knows the location." "That's all I needed to know," said the redheaded heroine, slamming the edge of her left hand into the terrorist's neck, rendering him senseless. Ninja Girl did likewise with his compatriot and they bound the two men, hiding their unconscious bodies, then relaxing as they awaited Abdullah's arrival. Shortly, a knock came at the door. Ninja Girl opened it and a portly Arab walked in. He glanced lasciviously at the two masked, costumed women and said, "Muhammad and Fasil did not tell me there would be entertainment for this evening. So have both you women been hired to pleasure me?" "We're here for you, all right,:" said the Red Avenger with a smile. "But it won't be pleasant." Suddenly, Ninja Girl slammed the fat man face first to the ground, twisting his arm and his neck as she said, "Where's the meet tonight?" "You better answer quick," said the Red Avenger. "I've seen her do really mean things when she's mad." The Arab groaned as his shoulder began to dislocate. "I... I can't tell you... I can only show you the location. It's uptown somewhere. I was there once... Ungh!" Ninja Girl hauled the fearful terrorist to his feet and said, "Okay fatty, we're your dates for this evening. Let's get going." The two heroines again donned their raincoats and hats, then the three left the hotel together.
"So just who are you?" said Intrepid Lady. "They call me Goliatha. But you can call me master." Intrepid Lady knew the female criminal by reputation, though she never realized just how large the other woman was. "As long as I don't call you late to dinner, right?" said the heroine, trying to maintain her poise, even as she was dwarfed by the huge hoodlum. "So where's the nuclear material and the terrorists, Goliatha. You eat them?" "They're uptown. I just planted word on the street that the materials and the terrorists were here so you'd show up, bitch," answered Goliatha, moving slowly toward Intrepid Lady. "You've been asking for a lesson and tonight, I'm the teacher!" "You've got nothing I want to learn, jumbo," said Intrepid Lady, continuing to taunt her gigantic foe. The heroine new the tight confines of the small room they were in would work to the larger woman's advantage, so she hoped to goad Goliatha into making a hasty move. The masked crimefighter's plan seemed to work as the nearly shaven-headed female thug began to lunge forward, exposing herself to attack. Like lightning, Intrepid Lady's right foot lashed out in a front kick, the sole of her boot landing in Goliatha's stomach with a thud. Though the gigantic criminal's exposed abdomen appeared to be made of cast iron, rippling with muscles as it was, still the kick slowed Goliatha's momentum and made her grunt. Intrepid Lady seized on this opportunity. Dwarfed by her towering 6'8" 310 lb. opponent, the 5'7" 129 lb. heroine stood bravely before the massive brute, lashing out with a left hook to the jaw and then a right hand. The blows snapped the behemoth's head back and split her lip, but Goliatha shook her head and shrugged them off. A small trickle of concern went through Intrepid Lady. Such blows had never failed to drop her opponent's before. She had even knocked out men who were almost Goliatha's size. This woman couldn't be that tough. The heroine redoubled her efforts, ramming an uppercut into Goliatha's protruding jaw, again stunning the larger woman but not knocking her down. The tight confines of the room were really working against Intrepid Lady's fighting style. Lacking sufficient maneuvering room, she was unable to follow up the punches with any of her accustomed power kicks. The female crimefighter momentarily paused in mid-attack, sizing up her opponent and considering her next move. It was then that Goliatha finally struck. The massive woman fired a mighty overhand right, her club-like arm screaming down toward Intrepid Lady's pretty blonde head. Normally, the heroine would have easily sidestepped the blow but in the narrow room she again lacked the space. So instead, she raised her left arm to ward off the blow. "Aarrgghhhh!!!" screamed the heroine in pain as Goliatha's punch connected with her arm. So powerful was the blow that the much smaller Intrepid Lady's left shoulder dislocated from the force of it. "What's the matter, Intrepid Bitch?! Did you get a boo-boo?" taunted Goliatha as the heroine stepped back, her left arm dangling uselessly at her side. "I'll show you a boo-boo!" shouted the determined crimefighter as she again attacked, leaping forward with another front kick. But with one arm dragging behind her, the heroine's timing and balance were a little off and Goliatha easily swatted Intrepid Lady's leg aside, sending the heroine crashing into the wall. The heroine bounced off the wall where she was met with an open-handed slap from her huge opponent. The slap smacked the vulnerable heroine across her pretty face, snapping her head back and sending her reeling. Dazed, Intrepid Lady staggered away from her foe, trying to clear her head. But as Goliatha advanced on her, the brave superheroine felt the unaccustomed sensation of deep anxiety enter into her mind. For the first time in her crimefighting career, she began to feel as if she were overmatched. The huge villainess again smacked the wide-open heroine across the face, splitting her lip and staggering her. Grinning, the sadistic Goliatha advanced, continuing to slap the defenseless heroine into a corner as she taunted her, "How do you -SMACK!-like that, superbitch! You thought you were so -SMACK!-tough, didn't you? But look at you -SMACK!-now! You're nothing but a -SMACK!- pathetic -SMACK!-crying -SMACK!-little girl! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" The helpless heroine was viciously slapped into the corner where she crouched, tears of pain and humiliation streaming down her battered, bloodied face, unable to do anything but attempt to cover up by wrapping her arms around her head in a cowering position. "Why don't you beg me for mercy, little bitchl!" taunted Goliatha. "Beg your master!" "Noooo!!!," shouted the courageous heroine, still unwilling to give in to her overwhelming opponent. With a last surge of defiance, she hurled herself at Goliatha with all she had left, pitifully flailing away at the big woman with her good right arm. To an observer it would have looked like a small child harmlessly swatting at a huge adult as Goliatha calmly stood there, allowing the sobbing superheroine to uselessly expend her remaining energy in a pathetic flurry. Finally, the last of Intrepid Lady's reserves were spent and she began to collapse to the floor. But Goliatha grabbed the sexy crimefighter by her throat, encircling the heroine's slim neck with one huge hand, holding her suspended off the ground as the battered girl weakly writhed in her grip. Sneering, Goliatha said, "Are you ready to plead for mercy yet, Intrepid Whore? If you beg well enough, maybe I won't hurt you too bad." "N...No...Sniff! N...Never..." sniveled the defeated superheroine, attempting to hold on to the last of her pride. She'd never give in to this vile woman. "Good. A challenge," said Goliatha, reaching out and tearing the top of the helpless heroine's shiny lycra bodysuit, exposing Intrepid Lady's gorgeous, 36-inch chest, the shapely breasts now dangling freely before the villainess, further humiliating the horrified heroine. "Nooo!!! Donnnn't!!!" screamed the defenseless Intrepid Lady. Never before had she felt so helpless and vulnerable, unable to even raise a hand in her own defense. Still holding the powerless superheroine up by the throat with her left hand, Goliatha reached out with her huge right paw and slowly caressed the crimefighter's soft, shapely bosom, making Intrepid Lady quiver in revulsion. "Nooo..." Intrepid Lady gurgled, writhing uselessly in Goliatha's unbreakable clutch, her hands weakly clawing at the viselike grip that was slowly crushing her windpipe. Suddenly, the huge villainess reared back with her free right hand and with vicious speed and power slapped the defenseless heroine's exposed left breast. SMACK!!! "Ahhhhh!!!!" cried an agonized Intrepid Lady, the soft, pale flesh of her large, rounded left bosom stinging with horrible pain. Immediately, Goliatha threw an equally vicious backhand slap that crashed into the quaking heroine's vulnerable right breast. SMACK!!! "Aaiieeee!!!!" shrieked the overwhelmed superheroine. "Nooo... ungh... stop...p..." "You forgot to say please, bitch," snarled Goliatha, continuing to assault the defenseless female crimefighter's agonized breasts. SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!! SMACK!!!!! Writhing wildly, tears of pain and complete humiliation pouring down her lovely face, the utterly beaten superheroine sobbed out, "Noooo!!! Sob! P...Please... Sob! Ahhh!!! Please... s...stop...p...p... Ungh!" Smiling evilly, the huge villainess momentarily let up in her attack. "That's better, Intrepid Slut. But you forgot to call me master. Do it! Call me your master! Beg for me bitch!" Defeated but still defiant, the courageous heroine shook her head slowly and then allowed it to slump forward in exhaustion as she refused to give in to this last indignity. Outraged, Goliatha slammed the defenseless heroine against the wall, grabbing Intrepid Lady's shapely left breast in her huge right hand, almost entirely enclosing the large mound of pale flesh. The villainess finally let go of the gasping heroine's throat, using her gigantic left paw to grab the helpless lady crimefighter's right breast. "Take this, bitch!" shouted Goliatha as she slowly began to crush the horrified heroine's sensitive breasts in her powerful grip as if they were no more than empty beer cans. "Ahhhhhh!!!!! Noooooo!!!!!" shrieked an agonized Intrepid Lady. Never in her life had she felt such raw pain as her soft, delicate bosoms were squeezed until she felt sure they'd be permanently mangled. "How do you like this, Intrepid Bitch?! Huh?!" said Goliatha, squeezing even harder. "Aaaiiieeeee!!!!! Sob! Pleasssse!!!! Sob! Oh please... Ungh! Please stoppp itttt... Sob!" moaned the completely devastated superheroine, tears pouring from her face to mix with the rivers of sweat that were rolling down her tortured, semi-nude body. Finally, Goliatha released her grip on the girl's battered breasts, allowing the defeated heroine to slowly sink down the wall to the floor where she crumbled into a whimpering heap, her arms protectively across her bare chest, her hands vainly attempting to soothe the horrible burning sensation in her bosoms. Looming over her beaten opponent, Goliatha took a moment to savor the sight of the cowering, shattered superheroine. Leaning forward, she grabbed the mewling girl by her silky blonde hair forcing the scared heroine to stare into her tormentor's horrible visage. Goliatha laughed at the once-beautiful Intrepid Lady, who's eyes continued to pour tears, even as her nose leaked blood. The heroine's luscious red lips had been split and blood and drool streamed from them as well. The villainess then spit into the quivering heroine's face as all Intrepid Lady could do was helplessly moan, "Nooo...Sob!...Please... Stop...p... it....Sob!...Please...No more..." "Oh yes, the fun is just starting, honey," sneered Goliatha as she reached down to the remains of the heroine's lycra costume, viciously grabbing and pulling at it. "Noooo..." whimpered the powerless heroine as the last of her costume was ripped from her defenseless body with a harsh tearing sound. RIPPPP!!! The final shreds of Intrepid Lady's bodysuit were torn from her, leaving the degraded young woman nude, save for her gloves, boots and mask. "So, I see you're a natural blonde, afterall," taunted Goliatha, stroking the helplessly squirming heroine's bare, exposed groin. "Oh God! Please stop!" groaned the shattered crimefighter, completely horrified at her vulnerability. Goliatha raised her huge callused hand over the cowering girl's defenseless vagina then -SMACK!- brought it down in a sudden brutal slap that made Intrepid Lady cry out in pain and whimper anew. "How's that -SMACK!-feel, Intrepid Whore?!" snarled the huge thug. "Is that -SMACK!- intrepid little pussy of your's -SMACK!-heating up yet? SMACK!" "Ohhh!!!...Sob!...Pleassse...Sob!...Please don't hit me anymorrrre!!! Sob! Sob!" said the beaten superheroine, any pretense of resistance now gone from her. "Pleassse! Stopppp! Ohhh! Sob! No morrrre! I'm begging youuuu... Sob! Sob! Sob!" The huge villainess paused in her attack to survey her handiwork. She stared down at the beaten, battered husk before her, then raised her hand up as if` to again slap the terrified heroine's stinging vagina. In fear, the sniveling blonde girl whimpered and cringed away from her tormentor. Instead of again slapping the crimefighter's agonized groin, Goliatha smiled down at her helpless captive and said, "Yeah, I think you're ready." She then slowly lowered her huge hand down toward the cowering girl's sore pussy, stroking the outer lips of Intrepid Lady's labia then slowly poking one fat finger inside the horrified heroine's tight pink vagina. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" cried Intrepid Lady in total horror as her body was gradually violated in the most demeaning way by her foe. "Pleasssse...Sniff!...Oh please...I'm begging you G...Goliatha...Sniff! I'm b...begging you not to do this to me... Sob! Th...that's what you wanted.... I'm begging you...Sniff!...Please stop thissss...AAAIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!" The tortured heroine's scream of complete agony and terror pierced the night as the gargantuan Goliatha suddenly shoved her whole huge fist partway into the overcome crimefighter, making Intrepid Lady nearly faint from the fear and pain as she continued to fruitlessly beg her captor, "Nooo!!! Ahhh!!! God!!! Pleasssse... Stopppp!!! Ungh!!! No...Ungh! Don't! Ungh! Please don't....Rappppe meee!!! Sobbbb!": The pitifully degraded heroine continued to sob and beg her vicious rapist. But to no avail as Goliatha toyed with the wretchedly demeaned girl, slowly pumping her huge fist partway into Intrepid Lady's agonized vagina, not far enough to do permanent damage but enough to completely cow the traumatized superheroine, leaving her a devastated wreck. When Goliatha finally pulled her hand from the superheroine's throbbing cunt she grabbed Intrepid Lady by the hair and hurled her across the small room. Weakly, pitifully, the totally beaten heroine vainly attempted to crawl away from her tormentor. Her nude body slid pathetically across the floor toward the door. As an amused Goliatha watched on, Intrepid Lady reached up with her trembling gloved hand, trying to open the door, but it was locked. "Oh, do you want to leave, Intrepid Bitch?" said Goliatha. "Why didn't you say so?" With an abrupt crash, Intrepid Lady's battered body came smashing through the heavy door as it landed with a sickening thud back in the main room where only minutes earlier the then-proud heroine had defeated six thugs. The thugs were now gone and in their place was the poor beaten, naked girl who could merely groan once, then roll onto her back where she remained, unmoving. Nearby, a tall, elegant female form partially emerged from the shadows. "So what do you think, Scar?" said Goliatha, stepping through the remains of the shattered door. "Very good work, Goliatha," replied Mrs. Scar, stepping entirely into the light. "I'm very impressed. Luring her into fighting in that small room was a stroke of genius. She never had a chance in there against your size and strength. Though I would have thought someone of your reputation wouldn't need such tricks." Goliatha ignored the veiled insult, exuberant in having dominated the "great" Intrepid Lady. "I always like to have an edge. That's the trouble with these superheroine bitches. They're too caught up in fair play. Me, I trap ?em, then I snap ?em. Hahahaha!" "Yes, I can see that. Now, if you'd be so kind as to lend me a hand, it's time I personally repaid Intrepid Lady for all the trouble she's caused me."
The black Lincoln Continental with the smoked windows cruised to a stop across the street from the rear door of the United Factory Building. Inside the car, a nervous Abdullah told his passengers, "This is it. This was where I was supposed to make the pick-up." Sitting next to the terrorist in the front passenger seat, the Red Avenger turned her green eyes on the man, quietly trying to determine whether he was telling the truth. "What else do you want of me?" asked the terrorist, growing more fearful. Sitting directly behind him in the rear seat, Ninja Girl leaned forward and said, "Nothing. Thanks for the ride." Her petite hand reached out and suddenly pressed into the side of the man's neck, directly under the ear, striking a sensitive nerve junction and rendering Abdullah unconscious. She looked at her partner and said, "What do you think?" "I think we better make this quick. I have to get up for school tomorrow," answered the Red Avenger, playfully. The two costumed heroines exited the car and quickly crossed the street to the rear door of the apparently deserted factory. The terrorist had told them the factory was unlocked in anticipation of his arrival. What he hadn't told the masked crimefighters was that he was following emergency instructions. His contact with the Scar Gang had told him that if anything went wrong, when he came to make the pick-up, Abdullah should use the factory's rear door. Why this was, he did not know. What he did know was that something had gone wrong and he had no back-up plan save to follow instructions and hope he was luring the two interfering superheroines into some sort of trap. At the rear entrance, Ninja Girl cautiously tried the door knob and, as advertised, found it unlocked. She slowly opened the door and the two heroines peered into the room beyond. They waited a moment, listening for any hint of an ambush. Determining the coast was clear, they carefully stepped into the darkened factory. As they crossed the threshold, Ninja Girl whispered to her comrade, "It seems quiet enouuuu..." With horrible suddenness the two heroines found themselves hurtling into darkness as the floor gave way below them! The duo flailed wildly in space as they dropped down a deep, dark shaft. Through the gloom, the Red Avenger managed to spy a slight protrusion from the seemingly smooth wall that rushed by her eyes. With lightning reflexes the resourceful young girl reached out, grabbing ahold of the protrusion, while at the same time yelling out to her partner, "Grab on!" The redheaded heroine's hands managed to snag a metal bar all of five inches in diameter which jutted out just six inches from the wall. At the same moment, her chestnut-haired partner reached out blindly, grabbing ahold of the Red Avenger's slim, booted ankle. The force of both their bodyweight nearly tore the redhead's grip loose from her tenuous purchase. But the 17-year-old girl held on with courageous determination. "Ungh..." groaned the Red Avenger, "Can... you... see... anything..." "Barely," answered Ninja Girl, clinging to her partner's ankle. Straining her keen, highly-trained eyesight, the 18-year-old martial arts expert examined their surroundings. "I can't see below us. It must be at least another hundred feet to the bottom. The walls are smooth. I don't see anyth... Wait! On the other side of this shaft, I see some kind of panel with buttons. We must be in some sort of elevator shaft." "Can...you...reach...it..." the straining redhead moaned, as she dangled in mid-air, supporting her own and her partner's weight by nothing but her fingertips. "I'm...try...ing...." said Ninja Girl, reaching out with one lithe leg. attempting to press the buttons on the panel with her toes. But to no avail. "Can't....reach...it...too... high...and...far..." "Ungh..." moaned Jenny again, her fingers trembling with the effort as she strove to hang on, the sweat beginning to roll down her bikini-clad body. "Cindy...I can't hold on...much longerrrr..."
"Ohhhh..." groaned Intrepid Lady as she slowly came back to reality. The cool air on her body reminded her she had been stripped naked, though she still had on her boots, gloves and mask. She tried to move her arms but couldn't and then realized they were tied behind her back, wrists to elbows. "Wakey, wakey," came the familiar voice of Mrs. Scar. "I hope you enjoyed your beauty rest." Intrepid Lady was jarred back to full consciousness by the sound of her greatest enemy standing over her. She looked up fearfully, trying to seem defiant, but still inwardly shattered from her ordeal. "What do you want with me, Scar?" the heroine said, attempting to appear brave, but failing. Her voice came out sounding timid, even to her. "Just following through on a promise, my dear," said the mob boss, grinning down at her helpless captive. "Do you remember what I told you when last we met? I said one day you would grovel at my feet and beg me for mercy. Well it looks like today is the day." Horrified, battered and overwhelmed, the frightened superheroine cried, "Nooo..." as she tried to crawl backwards, away from her captor. She moved less than a foot when she ran into what felt like a brick wall. Looking up, over her shoulder, the fearful young woman saw Goliatha standing there smiling. "Yes," said Goliatha. Terrified, the heroine stared up at her huge tormentor and whimpered aloud, "Ahhhh... Please no! Please don't hurt me againnnn...Sob!" With casual ease, the gigantic lady thug hauled the trembling heroine to her feet, pinning Intrepid Lady against her own body with one beefy arm. Mrs. Scar approached the quivering Intrepid Lady and said, "First, let's see what's under the mask." "Donnnn't..." whined the beaten Intrepid Lady helplessly as her mask was removed. Mrs. Scar stared at her foe for a moment and said, "A pity I don't recognize you. But then I hardly expected to. Afterall, what are the chances I would know you in a city of one million people?" She then replaced the mask. "I prefer you with the mask on, anyway. Instead of punishing some dumb blonde, it's much more rewarding to punish the great Intrepid Lady. Don't you agree?" Squirming uselessly in Goliatha's grip, Intrepid Lady began to weep at the complete helplessness and shame of her situation. "Wh...what are you g...going to do...to meee....Sob! Please...please let me go and I...I promise not to bother you anymore...Sniff! Never again...I promise!" The heroine knew she was grasping at useless straws but couldn't help herself. Never had she been so terrified. She was completely in the power of her two ruthless enemies and the thought that they had total control of her life, of her very body, paralyzed the normally courageous girl with fear. "Shut up, slut!" snarled Mrs. Scar, slapping the defenseless heroine across the face making her sob even harder. "Now we want to hear you say it, Intrepid Whore!" said Goliatha, crushing the heroine in her bearhug. "Say we're you're masters! Say it! Say you're our helpless slave!" "Pleasssse..." cried the terrified heroine, barely able to control herself. "Please...I'm...b...begging you...Sob! Please just let me goooo! Sobbbb!!!" "She's wants to be difficult, Scar," said Goliatha to her employer. "That's all right with me," replied the gangster, smiling and turning away from her captive. She walked to a table across the room as she continued to talk in a matter-of-fact voice. "Did I ever tell you about my husband, Intrepid Lady?" Mrs. Scar said, as she took something off the table and began to adjust her garments. "I married him for his money and power, then I killed him. I never really liked him, anyway." Intrepid Lady's eyes bulged out in horror as she saw Mrs. Scar turn from the table wearing a gigantic strap-on dildo. The villainess grinned at her, then finished, "I've always preferred women, instead." Intrepid Lady's knees went weak as Mrs. Scar approached and the heroine would have collapsed, had it not been for Goliatha supporting her. The once-brave superheroine now cowered openly before her foe, pleading wildly. "Oh God! Sob! Pleasssse! Please don't do this to meeee! Sob! Sob! I'm begging you! That's what you wanted...Sniff!...for me to beg...I...I'm begging you Scar...Please don't...don't rape me with that... Oh pleasssse..." "It's too late for that now, bitch," sneered Mrs. Scar, forcing the helpless heroine's trembling legs apart and placing herself between them. She took the massive dildo and rubbed the tip of it against the outer lips of the defenseless girl's already sore vagina, eliciting another gasp of fear from Intrepid Lady, who could only stare in terror at the horrible implement. It was bigger than her own forearm and made of unyielding steel, covered up and down its length with rough metal studs. "Please oh please oh please...Sob!...Please don't..." begged the cringing crimefighteress as the tip of the metal dildo pressed slowly between her lower lips. "AAAIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!" The devastated superheroine shrieked in total horror as Mrs. Scar suddenly plunged the terrible instrument deep into her tender little pussy, tearing the soft, sensitive flesh with each thrust of the thick, studded tool. "Ah! Please! Stop! Ah! Get it outtt!!! Ahhhh!!! Nooo!!!" cried Intrepid Lady, sobbing uncontrollably as she was viciously raped, her most private, sensitive area being slowly torn apart by the horrible, oversized strap-on dildo. Repeatedly, Mrs. Scar plunged into the helpless heroine's cunt, savagely abrading the delicate inner lining, stretching Intrepid Lady's tight hole to the breaking point. Still holding the writhing, bucking, trembling heroine in her massive grip, Goliatha leaned her head forward and sadistically whispered in the demeaned girl's ear, "How's that feel, superslut? How's it feel to have that big, rough dildo shoved into your tight little pussy until you rip apart? Who's you're master now, Intrepid Cunt?!" Through her sobs, the completely cowed superheroine gasped out, "Y...You are...Sob!...You're my...m...master...Ohhh....Y...You and Mrs. Scar...Sob!...I'm you're s...slave...Ahhh...Please stop r...raping meeee...Sob! Sob! Sob!" Goliatha laughed at the overcome girl's pathetic pleas for mercy, then clutched the groveling heroine tighter to her body as she whispered in her ear, "But wait, there's more!" Intrepid Lady suddenly went rigid with terror as she felt a cold metal bulge, similar to the strap-on dildo that was ravaging her defenseless vagina, pressing into the crack between her soft, shapely ass cheeks. Slowly, sadistically, Goliatha began to press her own massive, studded strap-on dildo into the pitifully abused heroine. Intrepid Lady writhed and wept in helpless shame as she realized what was being done to her. . The tip of the steely implement touched the outer edge of the helpless girl's tight little asshole bringing further useless begging from the demeaned crimefighter. "Noooo! Sob! Please m...master...Sob! Please don't...please don't do this to me...Sob! Please...not back there...Pleasssse...it will kill meeeeee...AHHHHH!!!!!" The heroine shrieked in pain and shock as the huge metal tool was forced agonizingly into her too-small rear passage. It felt as if it would tear her apart as slowly, Goliatha pressed her hips forward, forcing more and more of the oversized dildo up into the helpless girl's agonized anus. "Oh God! Get...it...ouuuut...Sob!...Oh please! Get it out of meeee...Pleassse...it hurrrttttsss...Wahhhhhhh!" Intrepid lady could only cry and beg her vicious "masters" who continued to brutally rape the poor girl's delicate cunt and tender anus until trickles of blood streamed from both orifices. The two criminals continued to pump into the utterly defeated female crimefighter for some time, finally pulling out of her once-mighty, now powerless body, allowing her to collapse to the ground where she lay in a cowering, fetal position. Mrs. Scar removed the strap-on dildo which had served its purpose so well, tossing it aside then kneeling down next to the broken superheroine. She grabbed Intrepid Lady roughly by the hair and said, "Now, who's your master, girl?" The near delirious heroine looked up at her captor with tear-filled eyes and whimpered, "Y...You are M...Mrs...S...Scar...Sniff!...You're my m...master...Sob!...and I'm your...your s...s...slave...Wahhhh!...Please don't hurt me anymore...I'll...be...good..." "Well, I might be persuaded to let you go," said Mrs. Scar, knowing she could not afford to disobey the Queenpin's prohibition against unwarranted killing of superheroines. "But you've been such a thorn in my side in the past, I really can't have you bothering me again." Seeing a possible end to her torment, the terrified heroine degraded herself even further. "I...I'll leave you alone Mrs. S...Scar...Sniff!...I promise I will...I'll go away and never bother you again...master...Sniff!...I'll be a good little s...slavegirl...Sniff!...I swear..." Relishing her foes utter submission, Mrs. Scar glanced at Goliatha who smiled in satisfaction. "Very well, Intrepid Slave," said Mrs. Scar. "You're pitiful begging is more than even I can stand. I'll let you go. But always remember this moment. Remember yourself lying here on this floor, raped and stripped of your costume, your dignity and your pride. Remember yourself cowering before me, pleading for mercy!" The traumatized superheroine sobbed once at the cruel words and then sniveled, "Y...Yes master...I'll remember...I'll be good..." Then, completely overcome, Intrepid Lady passed into unconsciousness. Mrs. Scar stood in triumph and said, "A job well done Goliatha. That was most satisfying." "My pleasure, Scar." "Now take her and dump her in an alley somewhere. I don't think she'll be bothering us again." The huge female thug picked up the battered superheroine's limp, naked body and carried her outside.
"I'm starting to slip...!" cried the Red Avenger, her palms growing wet with perspiration, forearms on fire from the agony of clutching at the tiny purchase with nothing but her fingertips. "Hold on Jenny!" said Ninja Girl, clinging to her partner's slim leg, frantically looking around the dimly lit shaft for a way out of their predicament. The control panel which might open the door on the opposite side of the elevator shaft was just out of reach of the 5'2" heroine's bare leg. If she let go of her companion's ankle and pushed off the wall behind her she might reach the far wall. But there was nothing on the control panel to grab ahold of... Wait! There, several feet above the control panel, she spied a metal bar, identical to the one the Red Avenger now clung to. "Hang on a few seconds more, Jenny! I see something!" Ninja Girl yelled to her partner, whose whole body was beginning to tremble with the awful strain. "Hang on tight, I'm pushing off the wall!" Facing the far wall while still holding her friend's ankles, Ninja Girl planted the soles of her bare feet against the wall behind her then pushed off with all the might in her 102 lb. body. As she did this, she tucked at the waist, bending her body into a V, then letting go of the Red Avenger's legs as her own body inverted vertically, going upside down as she sailed toward the far wall of the elevator shaft. Extending her lithe legs as far as she could, she felt the cool metal of the bar she had seen touch her feet. With incredible strength and agility, Ninja Girl wrapped her feet around the small bar, clutching it between them for all she was worth. Miraculously, she held there, dangling upside down. The Red Avenger was almost torn lose from her purchase by Ninja Girl's gymnastic move, feeling her horribly aching fingers slip even further from the bar she held. "Hurry...Cindy...going...too...fall..." Squeezing the metal between her feet, digging her tiny toes into the hard surface, Ninja Girl hung upside down, reaching down with her arms for the control panel. She was barely able to reach the top of the panel. Straining, sweat beginning to bead on her brow, the young heroine fought to reach just another inch...one more inch... "Got it!" she said as her finger hit the button, causing the elevator door below her to slide open. Ninja Girl dropped down, grabbing the bottom edge of the opening and rolling her body through the door. At the same time, the Red Avenger, as she was losing her grip on the metal bar, pushed off the wall she faced and did a back somersault across the shaft and through the open doorway. She landed next to her partner on a hard, tiled floor and the two young girls lay there momentarily, panting from the ordeal, exhausted but exhilarated by their escape from near death. Ninja Girl raised her open right palm and the Red Avenger high-fived her, then said, "Now that's teamwork!" "You know it. What do you say we finish this?" "You're on. Time to bash the badguys!" The two heroines picked themselves up and cautiously made their way down the long corridor they found themselves in. Up ahead, they could hear voices.
"Make sure that plutonium is correctly packed," ordered the mousy-looking woman.. Beulah was careful to obey her. She knew that the smaller girl was an expert in this science stuff. And even if she wasn't, Beulah knew that Matilda was Mrs. Scar's personal assistant which meant she was to be obeyed without question. A total of seven women were scurrying around the deserted factory floor under Matilda's watchful eye, preparing the shipment of illegal nuclear materials for pick-up by their Arab clients. "That's good," said Matilda. "After this we're all through." "You're through, all right!" called a voice, from above. Matilda looked up in shock to see, standing defiantly on the overhead catwalk, fists proudly on hips... "Red Avenger! What...how did you get here?!" stammered Matilda. "We came together!" called out another voice. Matilda turned her gaze to see Ninja Girl standing at the opposite end of the catwalk. Before any of the villains could react, the Red Avenger hurdled the catwalk railing, dropping 15 feet to land atop the head of one stunned female thug. At the same time, Ninja Girl flipped over the railing, somersaulting through the air to land, feet first, on the chest of a second thug. "Get them!" ordered a frightened Matilda, even as she sprinted for an exit. The twin heroines came up swinging, Ninja Girl throwing a spinning heel kick to one opponent's skull, as the Red Avenger fired a left hook at another girl's jaw. Two more foes rushed the young heroines who each stood their ground bravely. The Red Avenger shot out a powerful sidekick with her left leg, catching her onrushing foe in the gut, while Ninja Girl merely leapt high in the air, splitting her legs and allowing her own opponent to pass harmlessly beneath her and crash into a wall. The six-foot Beulah, the final thug, was the last opponent left standing. She stood between the two girls, towering over the young heroines. Without a word being spoken, the heroines leapt into synchronized action, the Red Avenger executing a spinning kick to Beulah's head as Ninja Girl dropped to the ground, spinning around and sweeping Beulah's legs. The two superheroines connected simultaneously, upending their last foe. They then stood alone, amidst the seven downed women. "Good work, partner," said Ninja Girl with a smile. "You to, partner," answered the Red Avenger. "Now let's call the police and get out of here. I need to get some rest for school."
The Red Avenger made her way through the darkened city, traveling quickly and silently across rooftops. She wanted to get home and grab at least a few hours sleep before arising for school. Though worn out, the young girl still felt the residual adrenaline rush that she always experienced from a close call in her crimefighting duties. Despite having tempted death this evening, the heroine felt tremendous. She knew crimefighting wasn't a game but still, it was more fun than anything she had ever done in her young life. Even though death was a real possibility, the thought that she could have been killed back at the factory never truly entered her mind The attractive young redhead had been successful at everything she had ever tried in her seventeen years. So even at the most desperate moment in the elevator shaft, she had been confident she and Ninja Girl would find a way out. The Red Avenger was too young and felt too immortal to see defeat as a real possibility. Leaping from the roof of one 10-story building to another, the heroine thought she noticed something unusual below her. She paused in her journey, glancing over the edge of the rooftop down into the alley below. "My Gosh!" gasped the heroine as she saw what appeared to be the body of a naked woman, laying in the alley. The Red Avenger grasped the side of a handy fire escape and swung down into the alleyway. She approached the naked girl, noticing she was not completely nude, but rather wore boots and gloves. "Miss?" called the redheaded crimefighter, softly, "Are you...Gasp!" The heroine recoiled in shock as she recognized the nude, battered form of Intrepid Lady. The blonde superheroine's curvaceous body was mottled with bruises and covered in dirt and blood. The Red Avenger slowly approached and gave silent thanks when she saw the other woman's body move slightly. At least she was alive. Intrepid Lady whimpered quietly and pulled her body into a tight little ball as The Red Avenger came near. "P...please...Sniff!...Please don't h...hurt meeee..." the frightened blonde cried softly. "Intrepid Lady, it's me, the Red Avenger! Who did this to you?!" The battered heroine lay there on the ground cringing in abject fear as she sobbed out, "Nooo...please...help meee...please don't let them hurt me anymorrrre...Pleassssse..." The younger superheroine held the shaking Intrepid Lady attempting to calm her, even as she vowed to bring the villains that did this to justice. She knew, no matter who they were, they were no match for the invincible Red Avenger!
Back in her penthouse office, Mrs. Scar and Goliatha toasted their success with a bottle of Dom Perignon. They were interrupted, however, as the video phone atop Mrs. Scar's desk buzzed to life. The gangster knew it could be only one person. Slowly, she reached out and turned on the videophone, then said, "Hello, Queenpin. What can I do for you?" Staring back at her through the video screen was the ominous countenance of the true boss of Sinner City. The Queenpin had had video phones installed in the offices of all the major gangsters in town so she could look into their faces at a moment's notice. It was never a pleasant experience for the lady gangsters. Mrs. Scar looked at the massively fat female face on the other end of the video phone, the heavy jowls hanging down along both sides of the Queenpin's jaw, the quadruple chin, the unkept frizzy brown hair, and shuddered in revulsion. "Scar, I'm so glad I caught you in your office, my dear," said the Queenpin in her fake, cultured tone. The fat woman liked to affect an air of class, which hid the fact she came from the streets and had savagely fought her way to the top of the criminal hierarchy. "Well, you know I'm a late worker," answered Mrs. Scar, growing more nervous. Behind the Queenpin she could make out a pair of cruel, powerful-looking women dressed in leather and chains whom she knew to be the fat woman's personal bodyguards. They were obviously meant to be seen looming in the background to intimidate Mrs. Scar. It was working. The Queenpin finally got to the point. "I hear you've been playing with a certain intrepid young lady, this evening." Damn! How could the Queenpin have found out so quickly? Mrs. Scar tried to cover up, "Oh, that was nothing. I..." The Queenpin cut her off. "It was hardly nothing. You haven't forgotten my first rule about not doing away with superheroines unless I give permission, have you, Scar?" The raven-haired gangster held her annoyance in check and said mildly, "Of course not, Queenpin. But this was such a small matter, I didn't want to bother you with it. I didn't have Intrepid Lady killed. I was just teaching her a lesson so she wouldn't interfere in my business dealings anymore. I still have the right to protect my business, don't I?" "Of course you do, Scar. Just so long as you don't get carried away. Perhaps in the future you would best be advised to be a bit more cautious and leave any punishment of these costumed crimefighters to me. Just a suggestion, my dear." Mrs. Scar practically bit her tongue and said, "Yes. Thank you for the advice, Queenpin. I'll certainly consider it." "Good," said the fat woman, who then ended the transmission. "That bitch!" Mrs. Scar snarled to Goliatha. "She'll get hers." "Don't let it bother you, Scar. It doesn't matter. I doubt Intrepid Whore will be annoying you again anytime soon," answered Goliatha. "No, you're right. I..." Mrs Scar was again interrupted as the telephone on her desk rang. She picked it up and listened for a moment then shouted, "What do you mean, Matilda?! They... Goddamn it!" The gangster slammed the phone down in fury. "Trouble, Scar?" asked Goliatha, casually. "Yes. We may have gotten Intrepid Lady off our backs but now it seems those two new superbitches, the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl, are tormenting me. They just ruined a major deal I had going." "Hard luck." "Yes. For them." "But what about the Queenpin?" said Goliatha, tauntingly. "What about her? You saw, all she did was warn me. She won't move against me as long as I don't kill these superheroines. Besides, with you working for me, I believe I'm strong enough to get rid of that fat bitch and take over this town for myself. First, we get the superheroines, then if the Queenpin gives me trouble, we go after her." "Sounds good to me, Scar. As long as you're paying my fee. So where do I start." "First, you go after that Red Avenger bitch." Goliatha nodded and said, "You want me to do the same with her as with Intrepid Lady?" Mrs. Scar smiled and answered, "No. This time I don't want you to be so gentle."
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