CHAPTER 4:
ENTER (AND WE DO MEAN ENTER) THE NINJA
The tall, well-built blonde woman did a back handspring across the floor, only to land in a full split, stretching her spandex leotard so it highlighted every curve of her gorgeous body. She popped up from the ground in one graceful, gravity-defying motion and proceeded over to the huge 150 lb. heavy bag which hung in the corner of her makeshift gym.
Without pause, the young woman began to lash into the heavy bag with a stunning fury. The thick metal chain supporting the bag from the ceiling creaked on its moorings as the blonde girl smashed kicks, punches and elbows into the target. Sweat began to pour down her powerful, but attractive, 129 lb. form as she battered the canvas-covered object. For several minutes, the girl continued with inhuman concentration, a puddle of sweat forming at her feet as she maintained her tremendous output of blows. Finally, the woman took a step back from the bag, pausing as if she were sizing up a foe, then unleashing a devastating spinning back kick, her heel burying itself directly into the center of the heavybag. The huge bag leapt backward, its thick chain ripping apart, allowing the suddenly unfettered bag to fly 15 feet across the room.
The blonde girl walked over to a nearby table, mopping her brow with a white terry cloth towel. On the table was a silver-colored lycra bodysuit and matching headband, along with a blue mask, gloves and boots. The young woman threw the towel aside and slowly picked up the mask from the table.
For several moments she stared at the small face-covering item, then said in a soft but determined voice, “Watch out world, Intrepid Lady is back!”
Then she dropped to the floor and performed 500 push-ups.
The elegant Asian woman made her way down the carpeted hall toward the reception desk, moving so quietly and gracefully that the secretary didn’t notice her presence until the woman politely cleared her throat.
The well-trained secretary showed no surprise, having been told to expect the visitor. “Right this way,” she said, guiding the Asian woman into an inner office. If she noticed the kimono-clad visitor was dressed like someone out of 16th century Japan, the secretary hid her confusion. Afterall, when one worked for the Queenpin, one was used to encountering unusual people.
The Asian woman stepped inside the plush office. There, sitting behind her large oak desk, was the arch-crimelord of Sinner City, the Queenpin.
“Konichi wa. Hajimemashte dozoyorosku,” said the Queenpin in flawless Japanese.
“Good afternoon. It is an honor to meet you as well, Queenpin,” answered the elegant woman in equally flawless English.
The Queenpin pointed to a chair in front of her desk and said, “Please sit down Miss...?”
“Mi... Bang Mi,” answered woman, who walked across the room with a seemingly effortless grace and slid herself into the chair opposite the enormous gangboss.
Standing behind the Queenpin were her ever present bodyguards, the Twisted Sisters, who eyed the stranger carefully. To the right of the big oak desk, leaning casually against it, was the rodent-like form of Rat Girl. All five women were silent for several moments.
Finally, the Queenpin broke the silence. “How was your flight from Japan, Ms. Mi?”
“Long,” answered Bang Mi. “But I came as soon as you contacted the Kai. You wish to hire us?”
“Yes, I do. You are the jonin?” asked the Queenpin.
“What’s a jonin?” chimed in Rat Girl.
“Hai, that is so” replied the mysterious Asian woman. She turned to Rat Girl and explained, “The Kai is an association of the finest kunoichi, female ninja assassins, throughout Japan. We are organized along military lines. I am a jonin, a ranking leader of the Kai.”
“Will you be handling this assignment personally?” asked the Queenpin.
Bang Mi shook her head. “No. A jonin rarely involves herself in fieldwork. And from what I’ve been told, this assignment is hardly difficult enough to merit my direct intervention.”
Rat Girl snorted, “You don’t think Ninja Girl is very tough, huh? I hope you’re not going to underestimate her.”
The jonin ignored Rat Girl, continuing to directly address the Queenpin. “I assure you, we take all assignments quite seriously. We have assigned a team of genin, field agents, overseen by one of our top chunin, or subleaders.”
“Who is this subleader?” asked the huge crimelord.
Bang Mi smiled slightly and said, “She is one of our top assassins. But she is a bit of a - how do you say it in America? - a bit of a wild child. She is only part Japanese and her, ah, ‘unusual’ nature sometimes makes it hard to employ her. But she is exactly what you requested.” The Queenpin nodded her understanding and Bang Mi continued, “One thing you must realize, however. When you employ the Kai, you make a sacred bargain. In exchange for your money, we promise to eliminate any target in the fashion that you request. But remember, the Kai is like the waves of the ocean: Once set in motion, we never stop. Even if you desire us to abandon the mission, we will continue until the target is destroyed by our people. It is a matter of honor with us.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” said the Queenpin. “Now, when do we meet the subleader who will head the mission?”
“Yeah? Is she really any good?” asked Rat Girl.
“Yes,” a voice called from the shadows. All eyes, save Bang Mi’s, looked up in shocked surprise. The Queenpin’s security was known to be airtight, yet someone uninvited was in the office, unnoticed. The voice from the shadows said, “I am the chunin...” Slowly the shadow came to light, revealing a tall, muscular Eurasian woman. Though her features were oriental, the powerfully-built young woman had long, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a black jumpsuit with the sleeves cut away to reveal dragon tattoos on each well-defined forearm. “I am known as Tetsuo Tit...” But the most distinctive feature about her was the iron breastplate she wore. Shaped like a bra, but made of shiny metal, the large cups of the breastplate jutted out from her body. Each bra cup came to a razor sharp point, as if the woman had two extremely long, needle-like nipples. “... ‘The Iron Breast!’”
The crimeboss eyed the woman appraisingly, taking in her powerful, 5' 11" 180 lb. frame standing there, confidently poised like a lioness. “Yes, she’ll do quite well,” said the Queenpin.
The crowd cheered as the elderly Asian gentleman took his place beside the mayor of Sinner City on the steps of City Hall.
Mr. Wok was one of the richest businessmen in Asia and it had taken a great deal of campaigning to convince him to open his new multi-million dollar American factory in Sinner City.
Directly in front of the mayor and her billionaire guest were a phalanx of police officers. Mr. Wok was not a popular figure in his homeland and there had been a number of death threats made regarding his public appearance in Sinner City. City officials were obviously on edge, especially since Mr. Wok was their last hope for a bailout of the ailing local economy.
All appeared to be going well until a police officer in the front row collapsed, immediately followed by another. In quick succession, all the police officers collapsed to the ground. If anybody in the panicking crowd had bothered to check them, they would have noticed all the police officers had small, poisonous darts imbedded in their necks.
But before anyone could bother to react, four medium-sized female figures, each clad from head to toe in black ninja outfits, appeared on the steps of City Hall in a burst of smoke. One of these women pulled a short, razor-sharp sword from the scabbard slung across her back and approached the frightened Mr. Wok. As the female ninja raised her sword to strike, a lithe, scantily-clad figure swooped across the steps of City Hall, smashing a small bare foot into the surprised assassin.
Ninja Girl, wearing nothing but her trademark black mask, tight-fitting black lycra short-shorts and black lycra halter top swung down on a rope to stand before the stunned assassins. The petite, 5'2" 102 lb. heroine stood poised, her small fists resting confidently on her slim hips as she faced down the criminals.
“I heard some martial arts experts might show up and cause trouble,” said Ninja Girl. “Give it up, ladies. You’re facing a real ninja now!”
The first of the assassins, having recovered from Ninja Girl’s blow, said, “Arrogant little wench! You are one and we are many. Now, face the wrath of... the Kai!” The woman leapt forward, slashing with her sword at Ninja Girl’s midsection.
But the graceful heroine merely cartwheeled over the sword, landing on her feet and dispatching the off-balance villainess with a crescent kick, swinging her bare leg up in the air and smashing the outside edge of her small foot into the other woman’s face.
Two more assassins attacked, lunging at Ninja Girl with swords drawn. The young superheroine dove between them, hitting the floor and executing a perfect forward roll to come up behind the stunned women. As the killers spun towards Ninja Girl, the heroine grabbed a billy club from the holster of one of the downed police officers and used it to block the slash of the nearest assassin. Ninja Girl kicked the legs out from under this woman, sending her crashing to the ground. The other sword-wielding woman then hacked at the teenage crimefighter, who deftly blocked the blow, stepping into the assassin and locking up the larger woman’s extended arms. Using the billy club and her own forearm, Ninja Girl trapped the killer’s wrists, painfully twisting them until her hands popped open and the sword dropped to the ground. The heroine quickly spun around, whipping her elbow up into the other woman’s temple, knocking her unconscious.
“Three down and one to go...” said Ninja Girl, when she suddenly spied the last of the four assassins, holding a longbow, taking aim at Mr. Wok. Seemingly quicker than the speed of thought, Ninja Girl sprung across the stage, even as the assassin released a deadly arrow at Mr. Wok’s chest.
The razor sharp arrow screamed toward its intended target, closer, closer until, just inches from his chest a delicate little hand, attached to a slim, fair-skinned forearm shot out, grasping the arrow in mid-air. Ninja Girl dropped the now-harmless arrow to the ground and turned to see if Mr. Wok was alright.
Ascertaining he was fine, the young superheroine scanned the crime scene. In the distance, she saw the retreating form of the final assassin.
“Not so fast,” said the plucky heroine as she ran forward, somersaulting over the remaining crowd, landing on the sidewalk and sprinting after the assassin.
Meanwhile, Mr. Wok, recovered from his close brush with death, got back into his limousine and drove off, vowing not to invest in this miserable death trap of a city.
The mysterious woman known as “Iron Breast” lowered the binoculars from her eyes and turned from the scene at City Hall. She had been watching on a nearby rooftop and was quite pleased. All was going according to plan. The Kai had no real interest in Mr. Wok, save as a means of drawing out their true quarry.
The ninja chunin donned a thin black jacket which barely concealed her metal breastplate and descended down a rear fire escape, smiling to herself the whole time. It was rare she got an assignment like this. Usually the Kai was concerned with simple, boring assassinations. Such things hardly appealed to her own taste.
The 25-year-old Eurasian woman had trained for years with the world’s top ninja masters, first as their student, then as their equal. She had personally killed over two dozen victims. Still, the Kai did not fully trust her. Part of the reason was her mixed blood. But mainly it was her extreme sado-sexual fetish which worried even these most hardened of assassins.
However, Iron Breast had her uses to the Kai. When the Queenpin had approached them with her request that Ninja Girl be executed in the most perverse and humiliating way possible as a warning to all superheroines, Iron Breast had been the obvious choice for the assignment.
The assassin finished descending down the rear fire escape and hurried up a deserted street until she was out of sight. She looked forward to springing her trap. It was not everyday the Kai granted her permission to rape a victim to death.
Ninja Girl hurdled a short fence and sprinted down a darkened back alley. Her soft, fair skin was coated with a sheen of perspiration and her mop of short brown hair was also wet with her own sweat. The Kai assassin had led her on a merry chase through Sinner City’s back streets for the better part of a half-hour.
“She’s quick,” thought Ninja Girl to herself, “but not quick enough.”
The determined teen crimefighter sprinted up the alley when suddenly she caught the barest glint of light reflected off steel. Instantly, the heroine dropped flat to the ground as a deadly arrow went sailing by, mere inches above her prone body. Another arrow came flying at her but the cagey heroine was already rolling out of the way, ducking behind a garbage can, grabbing its lid to use as a shield.
Three more arrows sailed down the alleyway in rapid succession. But Ninja Girl easily picked off each one with her makeshift shield. At the far end of the alley, the assassin pulled another arrow from her quiver and took aim. But before she could fire, Ninja Girl hurled the garbage can lid as if it were an oversized frisbee. The heavy metal lid slammed into the killer, knocking the bow from her hands. Cursing to herself, the Kai assassin turned and fled up the alley with Ninja Girl in hot pursuit.
“You won’t get away that easy,” called the cute but courageous teenager as the other woman ducked into a side door at the end of the alley.
Ninja Girl reached the door moments behind the assassin. The young girl paused temporarily outside the open doorway, using all her senses to try and discern what lay within the seemingly deserted building. She was in a dilapidated area and most of the surrounding buildings were long abandoned. The whole block was very quiet. Too quiet, Ninja Girl thought.
Cautiously, the heroine made her way inside the building, slowly placing first one petite foot, then the other, ahead of her as she made her way forward. Her bare feet slid across the dirty floor as the female crimefighter listened for any unusual sounds.
A soft buzzing to her left warned the superheroine, who ducked down, avoiding the deadly shuriken - throwing stars - that hurled past her head. The young girl quickly dodged to her right, for despite the darkness inside the building, she somehow sensed a nearby chair that could be made use of. Reaching out, Ninja Girl grasped the chair and held it in front of her as yet more shuriken came flying at her. Three throwing stars imbedded themselves in the base of the chair with soft thuds, then all was silent.
Suddenly, lights went on inside the building. Ninja Girl looked around but saw no one. Still, she new she was not alone.
“Your ninjutsu skills are quite good... for a little girl,” called an ominous voice.
Ninja Girl looked around for the source of the hidden taunt. “Show yourself,” commanded the heroine.
A burst of smoke momentarily clouded the teenager’s view and then, almost before she realized it, standing before her was a tall, powerfully built Eurasian woman with flowing blonde hair. The woman spoke, “I’m so glad you’ve got some ability. I hate an easy kill. I trust you’ll make things mildly amusing for me.”
Ninja Girl tossed aside the chair she held and confidently strode forward to meet her foe. “And who are you?” said the defiant heroine.
“You’ll find out in due time, my impudent little Ninja Slut,” answered the woman known as Iron Breast, who quickly produced a nunchaku, lunging forward and swinging her weapon at the much smaller heroine’s head.
Ninja Girl barely ducked out of the way, thinking to herself, “She’s good. Got to be careful.”
The lithe heroine circled her foe who casually twirled the deadly hardwood nunchaku before her. Again, Iron Breast swung the weapon at Ninja Girl, but the superheroine was prepared this time. She stepped back, just out of range of the blow, then leapt forward, nailing Iron Breast with a palm strike to the chin.
The villainess stumbled back, shaking off the effects of the blow as she continued to twirl her nunchaku. “Very good, little girl,” she said.
Once more, the larger woman came forward, slashing at the heroine who nimbly ducked and darted out of the way. Ninja Girl lashed out with a sidekick to Iron Breast’s leg, which momentarily buckled the arrogant woman’s knee.
“Aarrgghh! Curse you! You’ll pay for that, little ninja bitch!” roared the villainess as she again swung her weapon at the young crimefighter. But Ninja Girl was prepared for her blow, reaching out to catch the weapon in her open left palm. The young girl’s delicate little hand closed around the hard wooden weapon and with one powerful yank, jerked it out of Iron Breast’s grip.
“There we go,” said Ninja Girl, tossing the weapon aside. “No more toys for you if you can’t play nice.”
The heroine lashed out with a roundhouse kick to the head, which Iron Breast blocked, countering with a head kick of her own. Ninja Girl blocked the counter strike and then leapt into the air, firing a jumping roundhouse kick which crashed through Iron Breast’s defenses, again staggering the master assassin.
The teenage superheroine stood poised before her foe, preparing her next attack. But Iron Breast tried to seize the initiative. She charged forward at Ninja Girl, arms extended, foolishly leaving her body exposed to attack. Ninja Girl took this opportunity to drive a sidekick into Iron Breast’s midsection.
“Ahhhh!!!” screamed Ninja Girl in sudden pain as her bare foot clanged off her foe’s chest. The shocked heroine staggered back from her opponent, who merely stood there smiling at the wounded crimefighter. Ninja Girl’s little foot throbbed as if it had just banged into a brick wall. She looked down at her left leg to inspect the damage and was surprised to see a small trickle of blood streaming from a slight cut on her ankle. She glanced up at her foe, who still had made no move forward.
“You wanted to know my name, Ninja Whore? Well I’ll tell you,” said the villainess, removing the thin black jacket she wore, revealing her hard metal breastplate with its twin needles jutting forth. “I’m known as Iron Breast, for obvious reasons. And by the way, these needle nipples of mine are not only sharp, they’re coated with a nerve toxin which slowly robs victims of their strength. Don’t worry though. It won’t kill you. It will just render you powerless. Now, let’s finish this little dance. Shall we?”
For the fourth time in 20 minutes, Jennifer Williams looked at the clock on her living room wall. Cindy was supposed to have been here at 5 PM and it was unlike her friend to be late. For a moment, Jenny worried that Cindy, or more accurately her alter ego of Ninja Girl, was in some kind of trouble. But she pushed the thought aside. Sinner City had been relatively quiet for the past week. Which was fortunate, since Jenny, A.K.A. the Red Avenger, was recovering from her run-in with Goliatha and was unable to accompany Ninja Girl on their regular patrols.
After another ten minutes, Jenny decided to leave. She and Cindy had planned on visiting Summer Smith and perhaps, she thought, there was a miscommunication. Probably Cindy was already at Summer’s apartment.
It was only a few weeks ago Jenny had rescued the renowned superheroine Intrepid Lady after the latter’s brutal defeat at the hand’s of the Scar Gang. Jenny had learned the heroine was really Summer Smith. But having a dual identity of her own, the Red Avenger knew how to keep a secret. Still, she thought it would be nice for her and Cindy to pay a call on their comrade and see how her convalescence was coming along. The 17-year-old redhead finally left the house, got in her mother’s car and headed over to Summer’s apartment.
Iron Breast strode across the room and picked up her nunchaku. She then approached her opponent, casually twirling the lethal weapon.
“Well, are you ready to finish the fight, little ninja? Or would you prefer to go straight to begging for mercy?” said the villainess.
“You go to hell!” said Ninja Girl. The young heroine stood there, shaking slightly, her body breaking out in a cold sweat as she eyed her enemy warily. The crimefighter knew the poison coursing through her system was quickly stealing her strength. She had to attack and finish her foe before she was rendered helpless.
Ninja Girl took a shaky step toward the other woman, feeling her lithe legs go weak, her knees practically buckling.
“Something wrong, my little Ninja Slut?” taunted a smirking Iron Breast, who continued to casually twirl her nunchaku in lazy circles.
“I’ll show you,” said the heroine, determined to charge into her opponent and land one finishing blow. But severely weakened, the young crimefighter instead staggered awkwardly toward her tormentor who easily sidestepped the clumsy attack.
Helplessly, Ninja Girl stumbled past her opponent, nearly toppling over. All the heroine’s strength and skill seemed to have fled her body. She hadn’t felt so pathetically weak and helpless since she was a little girl. Still, the brave superheroine would not give in. She’d find a way to triumph!
Again Ninja Girl stumbled forward, this time in an even slower, more awkward attack. Iron Breast, set upon totally humiliating her foe, merely stuck her foot out and tripped the now clumsy crimefighter who fell to the floor with a heavy thud.
“You’re quite a klutz for a ninja, my dear,” laughed Iron Breast at her near-helpless opponent. “Perhaps you should consider another line of work, like court jester... or cowering sex slave!”
Still determined, the spunky but powerless female crimefighter slowly, agonizingly, pushed herself off the floor. It required all her strength to rise and stand erect. She faced her foe, hands raised in a defensive posture and managed to gasp out, “You...You’ll never beat m...me...”
Still laughing wickedly, Iron Breast said, “It’s time I introduced you to some real suffering, Ninja Whelp!”
With that, the evil villainess lashed out with her nunchaku, cracking Ninja Girl across her dainty little left hand, making the heroine cry out in pain as the hard wood smacked across her knuckles with vicious speed and precision.
“Ahhhhh!!!” screamed the injured heroine, clutching her damaged left hand to her bosom. “You...You evil witch! I...I’ll stop you...” she moaned, weakly.
Again, Iron Breast slashed at Ninja Girl with her weapon, this time smashing the heroine across her good right hand.
“Owwww!!!” cried Ninja Girl, clutching at her now useless right hand. The young girl was barely able to remain upright, between the pain and the poison weakening her body. She stood there, swaying unsteadily, the swollen reddened knuckles of her right hand in her mouth as she sucked uselessly on her injured hand as if she were a small child. Still, the courageous girl refused to give in.
“Try this on for size, Ninja Cunt!” snarled Iron Breast, who once more hacked at the defenseless heroine, this time crashing the nunchaku into the young woman’s right foot.
“Aarrgghh!!!” screamed the heroine, hobbling backwards, nearly tumbling over as she lifted her right leg off the ground, her foot throbbing in pain. “S...Stop this or I...I’ll...” moaned the heroine uselessly.
“You’ll what, little Ninja Bitch?” answered Iron Breast. “You’re nothing but a weak, pathetic ignorant child playing at being a ninja! You’re just a pitiful little girl!” The villainess punctuated her insult by slashing down with her nunchaku at the powerless heroine’s already injured left foot, crashing the heavy weapon into the vulnerable teenager, making her shriek in her suffering..
“AAIIEEEE!!!” cried Ninja Girl, dropping to the ground and flopping about helplessly in total agony. All four of her limbs were now practically useless and her muscles felt as if they had been turned to jelly. Her hands and feet, especially her left foot, throbbed in unbelievable pain. For the first time since she had taken on the identity of the superheroine Ninja Girl, she felt completely defenseless. Weakly, she rolled across the floor, pathetically trying to crawl away from her tormentor.
“That’s right,” said Iron Breast, “crawl for me, little Ninja Slut!” To emphasize her point, the cruel villainess again whipped her nunchaku into the slowly retreating little figure, smacking the heroine across the back of her bare thighs.
“Ah! No! Stoppp!!!” yelped the powerless heroine, tears of frustration now beginning to leak from her eyes.
“What’s this?” snickered Iron Breast. “Is the ‘mighty’ Ninja Girl crying? Are you pleading for mercy like the whipped bitch you are?”
“N...No...Never...” whimpered the defeated female crimefighter, attempting to at least hold on to her pride, despite her savage beating.
“We’ll change that,” said the villainess, grabbing hold of the battered crimefighter.
Ninja Girl was like a limp noodle in the powerful woman’s grip, unable to put up even a token defense as Iron Breast knelt down, placing the weakened crimefighter across her knee like a child about to be spanked.
Completely humiliated, Ninja Girl tried to flail away at her opponent, uselessly kicking her arms and legs in pathetic motions as she cried, “Let... me... goooo!”
But instead of releasing her grip on the helpless superheroine, Iron Breast grabbed the waistband of Ninja Girl’s tight lycra short-shorts and slowly pulled them down to reveal the little white cotton panties she wore beneath. Totally shocked and shamed, the heroine renewed her pitiful resistance, flopping around on her captor’s knee.
Suddenly, Ninja Girl tensed in fear as she felt Iron Breast begin to grope at her firm little ass through the fabric of her panties. It wasn’t until this moment the heroine realized just what perversions the other woman was capable of and this knowledge chilled her to the core.
“Stoppp... ittttt...” moaned Ninja Girl as the vicious villainess kneaded her shapely buttocks, occasionally allowing her hand to roam down and stroke at the heroine’s crotch through the thin material.
Iron Breast squeezed the defenseless heroine’s ass sharply, drawing a whimper from the captive Ninja Girl, then suddenly seized the waistband of her panties and yanked them down to expose the smooth white skin of the girl’s lovely ass. The heroine lay there, draped helplessly across her wicked enemies knee, her lycra costume bottom and panties pulled down around her thighs, feeling nothing but dread and shame as her most private parts were completely exposed.
“Wh...What are you d...doing...” mewled the somewhat cowed heroine.
“You’ve been a bad little Ninja Girl,” replied Iron Breast, savoring her enemies fear, “and you know what happens to bad little girls. They get spanked!”
SMACK!!!
With brutal force, Iron Breast suddenly whipped her nunchaku down across the soft, pale flesh of Ninja Girl’s vulnerable ass cheeks drawing a sharp cry of pain from the horrified heroine.
“Aaiieee!!! Stoppp!” screamed Ninja Girl. It wasn’t just the pain, which in itself was as terrible as anything she’d yet felt, but the complete humiliation of her situation: She, a great crimefighter, lying exposed and denuded to be helplessly spanked by her enemy. It was too much for the proud young girl to accept and, unbidden, tears began to stream from beneath her mask as again and again, the vicious criminal slashed the nunchaku into her vulnerable ass.
“How do you like this, little ninja? Not so high and mighty now, are we?” laughed Iron Breast as she continued the horrid spanking.
“Ah! Sniff! No! Stopppp!!!” the beaten heroine cried wildly, tears now freely flowing down her face.
“Oh, very well. If you insist,” said Iron Breast, finally halting the brutal torture. Ninja Girl’s whole body shuddered in relief until she felt her arms being cruelly yanked behind her body, her slim wrists tied tightly together near the small of her back.
“Wh...What are you doing to meee...” groaned the battered girl. “Let me goooo...”
“Not just yet, little ninja. The fun is just getting started,” replied Iron Breast as she yanked the heroine’s shorts and panties down around her knees and then dumped the girl on to the hard floor.
Ninja Girl winced as her sore red ass hit the floor. Still, she was glad to be released from the humiliating position she had been in. A bit of her lost pride came back to her as she tried to muster up some defiance, proclaiming, “You... You better let me go if you know what’s good for you, Iron Breast. When I get out of this I’ll...”
“You’ll do nothing except beg me for mercy, Ninja Whelp!” snarled Iron Breast, grabbing the defenseless heroine by her extremely short brown hair and jerking her head up from the ground. With brutal quickness, the assassin reached out and ripped off the teenager’s small black lycra top, completely stripping the stunned heroine, who again whimpered in humiliation.
“Stoppp... Noooo...” cried Ninja Girl, once more feeling the shame of her total vulnerability and helplessness.
“My, what nice little breasts you have,” said the evil villainess, reaching out to stroke the cringing heroine’s bosoms. “Small, but so shapely. Let’s see how they hold up under stress.”
Again, the blonde assassin slashed at the helpless teen crimefighter with her nunchaku, this time whipping the poor young girl across her vulnerable breasts.
“Ahhhhh!!!” cried Ninja Girl, the pain from this horrid new experience worse than anything she had ever felt. “No! Ah! Stopppp ittttt! Ahhhhh!!!”
Finally, when the pitifully beaten crimefighter felt as if her lovely breasts were on fire with agony, Iron Breast stopped the torture, leaving the young girl in a pathetic, sniveling heap on the hard, cold floor.
But Ninja Girl’s torments were far from over as she soon realized when Iron Breast reached out with one rough hand and began to stroke at the soft delicate flesh of the helpless heroine’s bare, exposed groin, drawing a new whimper of fear from the demeaned girl.
Sliding her finger along the length of the cringing superheroine’s vagina slit, Iron Breast said in a cold, cruel voice, “Now it is truly time to... Enter the Ninja!”
Jenny arrived at Summer Smith’s apartment building in a near panic. On the drive over she had turned on the radio and heard the news account of Ninja Girl’s battle with the female assassins at City Hall. The announcer said the heroine had set off in pursuit of the last assassin and had not been heard from since. Jenny knew it should not have taken Ninja Girl so long to capture one woman unless something had gone wrong..
The young redhead hurried up the steps of the apartment building to Summer’s fourth floor residence. If Cindy were in trouble, the Red Avenger might need help in finding her. She hoped Summer had some good advice.
After ringing the doorbell several times, Jenny finally accepted the fact no one was home. But as she considered what might have happened to Ninja Girl, the young woman became more and more concerned. Her fears for her friend’s safety forced Jenny to act.
Though the Red Avenger was a skilled crimefighter, she didn’t have Intrepid Lady’s experience or contacts. If she were going to track down Ninja Girl in a hurry, she would need Summer Smith’s help. But first she had to find Summer.
The teenager reached into the back pocket of her tight jeans and pulled out several thin metal tools. One of the many skills she had learned from the Delta Force instructor’s who had trained her mother, was the ability to pick even the best of locks.
Summer Smith was a cautious woman, for obvious reasons. The lock on her door was among the best commercially available. It took Jenny nearly three minutes to pick it and gain entry into the apartment.
The young heroine looked carefully around the other woman’s home, searching for any clue as to her whereabouts. She found it on the desk in the bedroom.
In growing worry, Jenny stared at the desktop.
“No, she couldn’t... It’s too soon,” muttered an anxious Jenny. She was looking down at a calender. Today’s date was circled in red with the handwritten memo “I.L.’s return!” Next to the calender, were surveillance photos of Mrs. Scar’s downtown office.
Intrepid Lady scaled the outside of the darkened building like the experienced free climber she was. It might have been easier to use the elevator or stairs, but there were security cameras inside and the blonde heroine knew the element of surprise was always a good advantage to have. Certainly, no one within would expect an early evening visitor on the outside of Mrs. Scar’s 31st floor private office.
Upon reaching her objective, Intrepid Lady took a moment to regroup and assess the situation. Dangling hundreds of feet up in the air, she held on to a small overhead purchase and peered into the building’s interior. There were four women inside, including Mrs. Scar.
The female crusader hung outside the corner of the office’s side window, staring at the woman who had stripped her of her pride and courage. It was time to redeem herself. A sweat suddenly broke out all over the heroine’s body. It dripped from beneath her silver headband and blue mask, covering her bare arms and legs. Her heart began to beat rapidly, making her feel unusually tense. She had never experienced such nervousness before when seeing action, even back when she was a rookie with the police force. The beautiful 27-year-old superheroine took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself and ignore the slowly resurfacing memories of her recent, brutal defeat.
“Got to focus!” she told herself, attempting to force the anxiety down. The crimefighter finally calmed herself, taking one last, deep breath and steeling her nerves. She then swung in toward the window, kicking out with her shapely, powerful legs...
Within the office, Mrs. Scar, along with her assistant Matilda and two of her chief enforcers, a chubby 5' 10" 190 lb. short-haired blonde named Josephine and a muscular 5' 9" 170 lb. brunette named Louise, were plotting their latest scheme.
“Very well,” said Mrs. Scar, “I want complete control of the local longshoreman’s union by the end of the week.”
“We’ll have to kill their union rep,” said Matilda.
Mrs. Scar waved her hand dismissively, “Fine. Next business?”
All heads suddenly spun around as a window imploded with a crash. The four criminals were shocked to see standing in front of them...
“Intrepid Lady! Here?!” yelled a surprised Mrs. Scar.
There before them, amidst the shards of broken glass, fists proudly on her hips, the gorgeous 5' 7" 129 lb. form of Intrepid Lady, clad only in her silvery, bathingsuit-like lycra uniform, knee-high blue boots, gloves, mask and silver headband, stood staring down her enemies.
“That’s right,” said the crimefighter. “You’re finished Scar!”
“Get rid of this bitch!” Mrs. Scar ordered her two enforcers.
Intrepid Lady eyed the two women but the criminals made no move toward the heroine. Sensing their fear, the masked crimefighter walked toward the two enforcers and said, “Give it up ladies.”
Josephine took a step backward, away from the superheroine, as she said, “Gee, uh, Intrepid Lady, we, um, don’t want any trouble...”
Backing away even more rapidly, a frightened Louise whined, “Yeah. We’re bein’ good. Whyn’t you just leave us alone?”
Growing bolder, feeling her old confidence return, the proud heroine strode forward. “You girls have been up to no good. But you’ve forgotten, Intrepid Lady will always stop evil!”
Matilda had joined the two hoodlums in retreat before the oncoming blonde crimefighter. Only Mrs. Scar stood her ground. She remembered Intrepid Lady’s recent demeaning defeat and how she had made the heroine beg for mercy. Such a beating, Mrs. Scar knew, could not be so easily overcome. So she was not fooled by Intrepid Lady’s bluster. The crimeboss realized it might not take much to crack the superheroine’s outwardly courageous demeanor.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” snapped Mrs. Scar.
Temporarily stunned by her foe’s sharp, angry words, the superheroine stopped her advance and stared at the woman who had so recently conquered her.
Intrepid Lady opened her mouth. “I...”
“Shut up you insolent, weak, useless little bitch!” snarled Mrs. Scar, storming forward to confront the heroine.
Intrepid Lady stood there frozen, suddenly less sure of herself. She wanted to lash out at her foe but hesitated. Summoning up her courage, the female crimefighter again placed her fists on her hips in her confident, assured stance and said, “Look Scar...”
“No! You look, Intrepid Whore,” shouted Mrs. Scar as she lunged at Intrepid Lady and viciously slapped the heroine across the face.
The blonde girl stumbled back several steps, physically unhurt but mentally crumbling. All her confidence and courage suddenly gone from her as memories of her humiliating rape and beating flooded back into her mind.
“No...” whimpered the suddenly frightened superheroine as she backed into a wall and held her hands defensively before her.
Seeing the heroine’s obvious fear, the other women became emboldened, advancing forward toward her.
“S...Stay back or I...I’ll...” said Intrepid Lady in a tiny little voice. Her knees felt weak and she wanted nothing more than to run away and hide.
“See ladies,” crowed Mrs. Scar, “she’s nothing more than a helpless little coward. Aren’t you, Intrepid Wimp?!”
“S...Stay away... Don’t... touch me...” the fearful girl whispered.
Mrs. Scar reached out and shoved the vulnerable crimefighter against the wall and then raised her hand as if to strike her. Intrepid Lady reacted by merely placing her arms around her head to cover up and giving a little peep of terror.
All four women gathered around the cowering heroine, laughing at her helpless state.
“Well look at this,” said Josephine. “I guess Intrepid Slut ain’t so tough after all.”
“Yeah. She looks more like a frightened little crybaby to me,” added Louise.
Intrepid Lady cowered even more before her brutal-looking foes, slowly sinking down the wall with her arms over her head as she whimpered, “No... please don’t h...hurt me! Please, leave me alone....”
Smiling wickedly, Mrs. Scar grabbed the terrified girl by her long blonde hair and yanked her fear-covered face up to stare at her tormentors. “What are you doing here, bitch! Did you forget how, after I finished fucking your pussy every which way, I told you to get lost! Did you forget that, you stupid little cunt?!” said Mrs. Scar.
Tears began to roll down Intrepid Lady’s soft cheeks as she cried, “I’m s...sorry...Sob! It...it was a mistake! I...I’ll be good from now on...Sob! Please let me goooo!”
“Oh no you don’t! You don’t get off that easy!” said Mrs. Scar, knowing full well the Queenpin had ordered her not to harm any more superheroines. But the Queenpin didn’t say anything about humiliating them.
“Please! Please don’t hurt me again...Sob! I’ll do anything...” moaned the helpless heroine.
“All right, let’s see if you can truly be trusted to do what I tell you in the future,” said Mrs. Scar.
“I...I can...Sniff! I’ll do anything!” cried the cowering girl, desperate to again escape her tormentor.
“Very well,” said the crimeboss, backing away from the downed crimefighter. “First, strip for us, bitch!”
Stunned, the hapless superheroine merely stared at her enemy in horror. This couldn’t be happening to her all over again. She was the mighty Intrepid Lady. She was...
“You heard the boss! Strip, whore!” yelled Josephine, suddenly stepping forward and slapping the shocked crimefighter across the face so she collapsed flat on the floor crying.
“Do it!” commanded Mrs. Scar.
Shaking almost uncontrollably, the weeping young woman slowly pulled the tight, knee-high boots from her long, shapely legs, completely exposing them to view. She did likewise with her gloves. Then, before the hard, unyielding stares of her enemies, the cringing, broken superheroine began to pull down her lycra bodysuit. She sobbed once in shame as her large, full breasts came into view, followed by her trim stomach.. Gradually, she pulled the tight uniform down over the globes of her rounded buttocks and finally away from the V of her crotch, completely exposing herself to her enemies save for her small blue mask.
“Leave the mask. You know how much I like it,” commanded Mrs. Scar as Intrepid Lady pulled the bodysuit down her legs and removed it, dropping it on the ground next to her. She lay there on the floor, completely exposed and vulnerable, attempting to cover her shameful nudity by placing one arm across her breasts and one hand over her groin.
“Hahaha! Lookit’ this high and mighty bitch now!” taunted Louise, jabbing a finger at the frightened heroine who could merely gasp in terror.
“That’s better,” said Mrs. Scar. “Now what I’d like you to do for me, Intrepid Slut, is give us a show. Entertain us by playing with yourself.”
“Wh...What?” moaned the shocked crimefighter.
“I said play with yourself you stupid bitch! Stick your fingers up that little love hole of your’s and give us a show! Now!”
Intrepid Lady could only stare up in horror at her conqueror. Part of her rebelled at this demeaning form of self-torture and longed to lash out at her foe. But the heroine was just too paralyzed with fear to think of resistance. The once-proud and mighty crimefightress had been intimidated into utter submission. “P...Please don’t make me do this...Sob! Pleasssse!” she cried.
“Would you rather have us do it for you?” asked the crimeboss. With that, Josephine and Louise began to advance on the heroine’s prone form.
“No!” Intrepid Lady gasped. “I’ll do what you want...Sob! Sob!”
Slowly, the cowering heroine spread her legs as the delighted criminals cackled with pleasure. Trying to blink back the tears filling her lovely blue eyes, the shattered female crimefighter slowly reached her hands down toward her waiting vagina. She sobbed once as her left hand spread the folds of her delicate lower lips and gently inserted one finger of her right hand inside herself.
“More!” commanded Mrs. Scar.
Openly weeping, the shattered superheroine forced her own index finger further into her tight vagina, closing her eyes and trying to think of something else to block out the horrible experience.
“Stick it all the way in! Fuck that pussy!” shouted Scar.
In complete terror, the cringing crimefighter shoved her finger all the way into her tight pussy, sobbing in humiliation the whole time.
“Fuck it baby!” Josephine yelled at the degraded girl, screaming into her face. “Fuck that pussy hard!”
“Please! Sob! Please don’t h...hurt meeee! Sob!” cried the utterly terrified superheroine as she began to rapidly finger fuck herself. “I...I’m doing what you want...t...Sob! I’ll be good...”
“More! Give us a show Intrepid Whore!” ordered Scar. “Get into it and show us what a slut you are!”
Crying hysterically, the full weight of her own demeaning situation hit Intrepid Lady. The pathetically helpless heroine knew what was expected of her. But she had no choice, she was too scared to resist her captors.
“Ohhh!” the heroine moaned once, attempting to satisfy her enemies perverse requirements. “Y...Yes...Sob! Yes...” she moaned as she continued to finger fuck herself, now gyrating her hips, hoping this mock display of sexual ecstasy would be enough to quell her foe’s desire for degradation. The shamed female crimefighter writhed about on the floor, wailing pitifully the whole time as she sought to amuse her tormentors by humiliating herself..
Scar laughed at the girl’s shameful display, glorying in her foe’s domination. Finally, she said, “Very good, Intrepid Bitch. You missed your true calling. You really are a natural-born whore. Now I want you on your knees, doggy style. Do it!”
Quickly, the cowed heroine rolled over on her belly and began to push herself up on to all fours.
“No one said you could take your hand out of your twat, bitch!” screamed Scar, stepping forward and cuffing Intrepid Lady on the head.
The heroine sobbed in fear, replacing the fingers inside her cunt and crying out, “I’m s...sorry m...ma’am...Sob! Please! I’ll be good and do what you want...Sniff!”
“Very well then,” said Mrs. Scar gleefully. “Now take your left hand and stick a finger up that filthy little asshole of yours!”
In complete shock, the kneeling heroine could only stare at her cruel captor. But Mrs. Scar had only to raise her hand threateningly and the frightened girl buried her sobbing face in the plush carpet and thrust her left hand back behind her, toward her waiting rear passage. As the heroine continued to furiously pump fingers inside her cunt, she now began to probe at her tiny, tight anus.
“Do it! Shove it in!” screamed a wild-eyed Louise.
In complete disgust, the shattered superheroine plunged her left index finger deep into her coiled little asshole, crying in horror at the depths to which she had sunk.
“Fuck it, honey! Wiggle that finger around in there!” yelled Josephine.
Writhing about in pure shame and sorrow, the helpless crimefighter finger fucked her own vagina and asshole, pumping her fingers deep within herself, much to her captor’s amusement. The crying girl tried not to think of the total degradation not to mention the discomfort of having her own finger roiling around deep in her anus.
Finally, as Scar gave the order to stop, the defeated superheroine collapsed to the ground in a heap, crying and pleading, “Please let me g...g...go now M...Mrs. Scar...Sob! I’ll never bother you again...Sob! I promisssse...Wahhhhh!”
Grinning from ear to ear, her foe’s helpless pleas music to her ears, Mrs. Scar said, “Not so fast, Intrepid Slut. Now that you’ve finished ‘pleasuring’ yourself, you can do the same for us!”
The captive superheroine could only look up in terror at her enemy.
“Wh...What do you mean?” whimpered the captive Ninja Girl in trepidation.
Her tormentor, Iron Breast, loomed her over menacingly, making the smaller girl cringe on the ground in growing fear. The pitifully beaten and bound heroine was not used to being so vulnerable, nothing but a pathetic victim at the mercy of a sadistic criminal. The unaccustomed feelings of terror and humiliation were paralyzing her into helpless submission.
Iron Breast reached down to grab the trembling heroine by her slender arms hoisting the fearful crimefighter to her feet, the villainess’ savage grip bruising the teenage heroine’s fair skin. Looking into the girl’s young, innocent, dread-filled face, Iron Breast said, “You know, you’re quite attractive, little girl. I think I’ll partake of you.”
With that, the vile assassin pulled the stunned heroine close to her, wrapping the smaller girl in a crushing bearhug and kissing Ninja Girl on the mouth, forcing her tongue down the helplessly struggling heroine’s throat. Ninja Girl writhed and whimpered in shame, unable to break free, forced to taste her evil captor as she was further debased.
Iron Breast pulled the defenseless superheroine closer to her, bringing a muffled squeal of pain from the overcome teenager as she felt the razor-sharp metal points of the assassins breastplate pressing into her. The villainess cackled, forcing more of her tongue into the pathetically defeated crimefighter’s mouth. This was one of her favorite forms of torture. The evil assassin managed to position herself perfectly, so that the needle-like appendages of her breastplate pressed directly into the delicate, exposed, pinkish flesh of Ninja Girl’s bare nipples.
The heroine could do nothing but writhe and cry in stark terror and agony as she felt the sharp stinging in her pert, sensitive breasts. Finally, Iron Breast eased her hold on the gasping, crying superheroine and said, “How did you enjoy that, Ninja Bitch?”
Sobbing terribly, her breasts on fire, the helpless heroine whimpered, “N...No more... Sob! P...Please... no more! I...I can’t t...take any...more... Sob! Please stop!”
Smiling, the wicked villainess said, “Ah, but we’re just getting started, my dear.” The Kai assassin then slowly slipped a hand between their bodies, sliding it down to Ninja Girl’s vulnerable crotch.
The heroine’s eyes, shiny with tears, bulged wide in new horror as she felt her enemies hand begin to stroke the outer edge of her vagina. The full meaning of Iron Breast’s statement about entering the ninja finally hit her. “Oh God! Nooo!” cried Ninja Girl. “Please! Please stop this! Y...You c...can’t! Please stop touching me there! Sobbbb!”
Heedless of her captive’s cries of distress, Iron Breast forced her index finger into the young girl’s tight vagina, making the heroine gasp and weep in terror. Iron Breast stuck another digit deep into the defenseless heroine’s cunt and began rapidly fingering the helpless crimefighter’s vulnerable vagina. Ninja Girl could do nothing but cry out in fear and shame as her most private areas were none to gently ravaged by her enemy’s probing hand. The terrible finger-fucking went on for what seemed like an eternity as the captive superheroine could merely buck and writhe in her foe’s grip. Iron Breast forced her fingers as far as they would go up into the poor girl’s throbbing vagina, eventually using the fingers of her other hand to tweak the devastated heroine’s clitoris, making Ninja Girl’s whole body shudder as she squealed in horror.
Gradually, Ninja Girl began to go slack in her enemy’s grip. More of the poison which coated Iron Breast’s needle nipples had been injected into the heroine’s body when the villainess had clutched her in that bearhug and the combination of torments was now sending the overcome teen crimefighter into unconsciousness.
Through bleary eyes, the defeated superheroine looked up at her conqueror. Then, just before she passed out, Ninja Girl heard words that filled her with more fear than anything she had ever experienced in her entire life.
“Now it’s time,” said Iron Breast, licking one end of her nunchaku, “to... enter the ninja some more!”
NEXT TIME: IF THE RED AVENGER RUSHES TO SAVE INTREPID LADY, WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO NINJA GIRL? (TAKE A WILD GUESS) FIND OUT IN...