CHAPTER 5:
RE-ENTER THE NINJA!
The two rail-thin women made their way down the darkened alley, nervously looking around for any sign of the police. Determining there were none of Sinner City’s finest around, the taller of the two women hurried onward. Her friend, shorter and even more nervous, hesitated a moment and then followed.
At the far end of the alleyway, Colonel Kelly waited angrily. “Shit,” she thought to herself. “stand around all Goddamn day to make one drug sale!” The surly woman stuck her hands into the pockets of her army fatigue jacket, fingering the small glass vial. Kelly wasn’t really a colonel. That was just her street name. It was what she was known as within her clique - the Rambettes - a paramilitary gang of vicious and dangerous women who controlled all drug trade on the east side of Sinner City. She grasped the vial gently, knowing full-well that if it turned out to be as good as advertised, it would make her and her friends a hell of a lot of money.
Looking up, Colonel Kelly saw the two female figures approaching. “About fucking time, Judy. I was ready to leave and you’d never know the great trip you were missing..”
“Sorry,” was all the taller female junkie could say. Her friend remained silent.
“So who’s your buddy?” asked the drug dealer, suspiciously.
“This is Loretta. She wants a taste, too. That okay?” answered Judy. Loretta just nodded once and looked at the ground.
“Yeah, sure. The more the merrier,” Kelly said. “Where’s the bread?”
Quickly, the two women handed over their money. Kelly counted it and stuck it in her pocket. She then took out the glass vial and gave it over to the two women, saying, “That’s more than enough for two people.”
“You say this stuff is really good?” asked Judy.
“The best you ever had.”
“What is it?” said Loretta, at last speaking up. It had been a while since she’d fixed but the lure of drugs was too much for her. She’d quit rehab and finally returned to the streets.
Feeling the comforting weight of the cash inside her pocket, Colonel Kelly said, “It’s a brand new synthetic drug we’ve just been supplied with called BTS. It’s supposed to be better than sex. You can smoke it, shoot it, cook it and inhale it, snort it straight, or just drink it down. Whatever you like. It’s user friendly.”
The two women hardly heard Kelly’s last few words. Judy was in need of a fix, any kind of fix, so she uncorked the vial and began to drink the dark, yellowish liquid. Loretta, anxious to get her fair share, grabbed the vial away from her and finished the remainder.
“Yeah, this little baby is going to make us a bundle,” continued Kelly as the two women slowly sank to the ground, looks of total rapture on their faces. “Ain’t that right?”
From behind Colonel Kelly, another woman emerged from the shadows. She was dressed in an expensive business suit and carried a briefcase. The newcomer said, “Yes. If our field tests are successful, we plan on marketing this product immediately. As much as your organization can handle.”
On the ground, the junkie known as Judy slowly began to convulse, gurgling in pain as blood started to pour from her mouth, nose, ears and eyes. Next to her, Loretta sat, calmly watching her friend’s agony, a blissful smile on her face.
The woman dressed in the business suit said, “Of course there may be some kinks in the product. But my employers feel it’s still safe enough to market.”
Judy continued to convulse on the ground before them, now spasming violently, while Loretta continued to smile happily.
“Well, the Rambettes will buy some heavy weight, provided there’s enough customer demand,” said Kelly.
After several more moments, Judy’s last twitches of death ended. She lay on the ground in a pool of her own blood and vomit. Sitting next to her, Loretta looked over her friends corpse, then looked up at the two other women and said. “That was the best thing I’ve ever tried. When can I get some more?”
“I don’t think customer demand will be a problem,” said the businesswoman. The two ladies shook hands and the mysterious woman in the suit exited the alley. As she did, she removed a cellular phone from her pocket and dialed a number.
“Yes?” came a voice on the other end of the line.
“This is Agent 73 reporting in,” said the businesswoman. “Inform Number 2 that the field test of BTS Version 5.1 was successful. We achieved a 50% survival rate. I believe we are now ready to proceed with full distribution. I’ll await further instructions. Agent 73, over and out.”
Ninja Girl groaned as she slowly regained consciousness. She tried to move her hands but couldn’t. The young heroine underwent a brief moment of panic, her arms straining uselessly against the bonds that kept them tied behind her back as she remembered where she was and what had been done to her. She breathed deeply, in the fashion of Zen meditation, to calm herself. Given time, she knew she could slip the bonds that held her.
Lying on her belly, naked save for her mask, her uniform bottom pulled down around her knees, the spunky crimefighter managed to roll over on to her back. It was then she realized she would not have the luxury of time to free herself. Looming over her prone form was her conqueror, Iron Breast.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Ninja Bitch! I’ve been waiting for you to wake up so I could have some more fun,” gloated the villainess.
Gulping once, seeking to fight back her fear, the captive heroine said, “What do you want with me, Iron Breast?” Though she meant it to sound defiant, there was an unmistakable note of anxiety in her voice.
“I thought it should be obvious,” answered Iron Breast. “You’ve been a very bad girl and made the wrong people angry. The Queenpin went and hired the Kai to get rid of you. And the Kai sent me. They wanted to make an example of you to other interfering superbitches.”
The cruel villainess knelt down and took the young girl’s face in her left hand, forcing the heroine to look up at her. Ninja Girl was trying desperately to control her fear and think of some way out of her predicament. But she was fighting a losing battle against her own nerves. Unbidden, the formerly mighty heroine began to tremble.
Smiling wickedly, Iron Breast taunted, “Why look at you, Ninja Girl. You’re shaking like a leaf. Don’t tell me the brave superheroine is afraid?”
“N...no...I’m not a...fraid of you...” said Ninja Girl in a small voice, her fear obvious. It wasn’t just her fear of death, which she knew was closer now than at any time in her crimefighting career, but her fear of further humiliating violations of her body. Since she first became a superheroine, Ninja Girl knew there was a risk of pain and death. And while this frightened her as it would any sensible person, her greatest fear, as with any woman, was that of rape. The heroine, normally courageous, was terrified at the prospect of physical violation. It was a fear she had always lived with in the back of her mind. Now, confronted with the reality of her helplessness before a foe who was going to rape her, the young crimefighter was paralyzed with terror.
Letting go of the cringing crimefighter’s pretty face, Iron Breast said, “If you’re not afraid yet, Ninja Whelp, you soon will be!”
The villainess again took up her nunchakus, brandishing the weapon before her worried captive. Ninja Girl fearfully stared at the vicious-looking weapon, a pair of foot-long black clubs, thick and composed of unyielding hardwood, connected by several inches of cold, hard, steel chain.
“Wh...what are you going to do... with that?” whimpered the already traumatized heroine.
“Oh, there are many uses for this implement,” answered Iron Breast, smiling wickedly, holding one end of the nunchaku in each hand before her. With shocking suddenness, the dominating woman reached out toward her captive, wrapping the nunchaku around the helpless Ninja Girl’s pert left breast, scissoring the weapon across the heroine’s bosom, savagely squeezing the soft, pale flesh between the two pieces of wood.
“Ahhhhh!!!” screamed the defenseless heroine in agony. “Stopppp!!! Arrrggghhh!!!”
Iron Breast continued to scissor the writhing superheroine’s sensitive breast between the two unyielding pieces of wood, enjoying the vulnerable crimefighter’s shrieks of pain. Gradually, Iron Breast eased the pressure on the quivering girl, finally removing the nunchaku leaving only an angry red impression from where the hard wood had dug into Ninja Girl’s delicate flesh.
“So how did you like that, Ninja Wimp?” taunted the assassin.
Laying on the floor beneath her foe, still moaning in pain, Ninja Girl gasped out, “N...no m...more...Ungh! C...can’t... t...take... any...more... Ohhhh...”
“Oh come now, my dear, we’re just getting started,” sneered Iron Breast, suddenly reaching out and wrapping her nunchaku around Ninja Girl’s shapely right breast.
“Ahhhh! Nooo!! Pleassse!!!” squealed the helpless superheroine, her gasps of pain slowly turning to soft sobs of agony.
Eventually, the villainess let up the torture on the defenseless heroine’s right breast, releasing the pressure on the sniveling, young superheroine. But she was far from done with the captive crimefighter.
Iron Breast reached down, jerking the frightened Ninja Girl into a standing position and pushing the heroine’s lithe, trembling legs apart. With cruel deliberateness, the evil assassin brought the nunchaku between the cowering teenager’s legs, holding one end behind the young girl and the other end in front of Ninja Girl.
“Wh...what are y...you doing to meeee?!” sobbed the superheroine, barely able to remain in control of her mounting terror.
By way of answer, Iron Breast began to slowly saw the length of chain across the captive heroine’s crotch, lifting the two wooden ends upwards, until the cold, hard chain began to dig into Ninja Girl’s soft flesh, forcing itself slightly into the slit of her vagina, the crack of her ass, and biting cruelly into the sensitive strip of flesh between those two areas.
Unbidden, streams of tears began to flow from beneath the helpless superheroine’s mask, as she was held there, practically forced to stand on her tiptoes as the chain dug into her most private and delicate areas. Suddenly, Iron Breast lifted up sharply with the nunchaku and pulled hard, making the vicious length of chain cut even further into the powerless crimefighter’s aching crotch, drawing a new shriek of horror from the debased girl.
“AAAIIIEEE!!! Stop it!!! Sob! Please! Please stop!” cried Ninja Girl, writhing on her tiptoes in horrible torture. “Oh pleassse! Sob! Please... no m...more... Sniff! Please... stoppp...”
After what seemed an eternity to the suffering heroine, Iron Breast released her grip on the girl’s crotch, allowing Ninja Girl to collapse to the ground at her feet in a sobbing, shaking heap.
Again brandishing the nunchaku before the terrified superheroine’s tear-filled eyes, Iron Breast said, “Now let’s see, what other uses can we find for this?”
To Ninja Girl’s utter horror, the evil villainess took one long, thick wooden end of the nunchaku and slowly began to press it between the young heroine’s thighs.
Terrified as never before, all pretense of resistance gone from her battered young body, Ninja Girl cried out, “Nooo! Sob! Please, Iron Breast! Please don’t! Sob! I’m b...begging youuuu! I’ll do anything you want! Sob! Sob! J...just pleassse... d...don’t... r...rape... m...me... Sob! Noooo!!!”
Heedless of her foe’s pathetic pleading, the merciless Iron Breast slowly, brutally forced the hard, thick end of the wooden nunchaku into the cowering heroine’s delicate little vagina, drawing shrieks of fear and agony from the devastated superheroine.
“Oh... God... Sob! Please... Ungh! No... Sob! S...s...stop...p... Wahhhh!” Ninja Girl continued to cry as the makeshift dildo was forced deep into her unprotected womb, then pulled out, only to be shoved back in again. Relishing her foe’s terror, Iron Breast continued pumping the horrid implement into Ninja Girl’s cunt, making the writhing girl sob as she continued to beg and debase herself before her enemy. The young heroine’s groin was on fire as never before, her shapely little body covered in her own sweat and tears as she was helpless to do anything but lay on the floor, her slim shapely hips forced to gyrate back and forth against her will by the merciless pounding of the phallus into her vagina.
On and on the horrible pumping action continued, the broken superheroine’s groin spasming beneath the relentless assault as all the while her tormentor loomed over her, filling the simpering Ninja Girl with even greater dread. Her poor pussy feeling as if it were being ripped apart, the teenage crimefighteress continued to sob and plead uselessly, hoping without hope the merciless rape would end.
Finally, after a seeming eternity, Iron Breast ceased pumping the nunchaku in and out of the shattered superheroine’s sore cunt. With a strong twist and yank, the cruel villainess suddenly broke the chain connecting the two ends of the nunchaku, leaving one wooden club still deeply imbedded inside the quaking young girl’s vagina while holding the other club before the heroine’s tear-filled eyes..
As Ninja Girl writhed in agony and shame at her feet, Iron Breast mused out loud, “Now I wonder, where we could stick this?”
Standing atop the highrising frame of a massive water tower, the lone figure inspected the nearest building for anything out of the ordinary.
Brushing her long, windblown red hair away from her masked face, the teenage girl known and feared by criminals throughout Sinner City as the mighty Red Avenger, continued her surveillance for several minutes. The broken window on the 31st floor of the neighboring office building did not go unnoticed by the young superheroine.
“If I haven’t missed my guess,” she said aloud, “that means Intrepid Lady is already inside.”
Concerned over her fellow superheroine’s return to crimefighting so soon after her recent humiliating defeat at the hands of the Scar Gang, the Red Avenger had followed Intrepid Lady’s trail to Mrs. Scar’s downtown offices. It appeared the redheaded heroine was too late as Intrepid Lady had already entered, seeking vengeance.
“I know she can probably handle things on her own, but I better get over there to lend a hand, just in case,” the Red Avenger thought to herself.
Opening a small, khaki duffel bag she had brought with her, the masked heroine pulled out a specially designed crossbow. It was one of the many tools she had learned to use during those endless days as a child, living on the military base at Fort Bragg as her mother trained with the Delta Force commandos.
Taking careful aim, the young heroine fired a high-powered arrow at the roof of the nearby building. The arrow, which had a thin nylon rope attached to its back end, thudded into the side of a large exhaust vent on the office building’s roof and stuck. The Red Avenger quickly tied off her end of the line to a railing atop the water tower. She then removed a small, metal, roller-like attachment from her duffel bag and fastened it to the rope.
Holding tightly to the metal roller, the brave young crimefighter said, “Here goes nothing,” and flung herself out, into the void.
It might have been simpler to just enter Mrs. Scar’s office building by the front entrance, but the heroine knew there were surveillance cameras monitoring the first floor, as well as the elevator and the lower stairs. But no one, it seemed, expected an intruder from above.
The slender form of the gorgeous female crimefighter, clad only in her skimpy red bikini and form fitting knee-high boots, slid down the thin line on the metal roller, traveling the 80 feet between the two structures, some 400 feet above the street. Like a gymnast, the young woman held her nubile body in perfect position, her lithe, shapely legs held together, extended before her, toes pointed straight ahead, long red hair trailing in the wind behind her. The slim, but well-defined muscles in her arms, stomach and thighs stood out on her fair-skinned form as she held this partial tuck position until she had cleared the roof of the office building. Finally, she released her hold on the line and dropped silently, like a large cat, to the tar surface of the building’s roof.
Quickly, the Red Avenger made her way over to the fire door on the far side of the rooftop. It was locked but with her lockpicking skills that was no problem. Thirty seconds later the door was open and the heroine was quietly descending the stairs.
Having read Intrepid Lady’s notes on the layout of the building, the Red Avenger knew Mrs. Scar’s office was no longer on the top floor, but rather three stories below. The heroine hoped the intervening floors would be deserted, especially at this hour of the evening. Fortunately, she was smart enough to be prepared for the worst. She found it one floor below.
As the heroine silently made her way down a hall, looking to get to the stairwell at the far end undetected, a nearby elevator door opened without warning. Out stepped four large, crude-looking women. The quartet stopped short as they saw the masked intruder.
“What the...?” stammered the first woman.
“I know her,” muttered the second. “She’s that Red ‘Venger bitch what’s always bustin’ our people!”
Knowing the element of surprise was lost, the heroine thought it best to seize the initiative. “Peek-a-boo, I see you!” she called, waving playfully at the four women. Then, with lightning speed, the female superhero dashed toward her dumbstruck opponents.
Before they could react, the first of the women was leveled by a flying sidekick to the jaw as the Red Avenger landed amidst the remaining three. The second woman threw a wild haymaker at the young girl, but the heroine easily ducked out of the way, allowing the punch to land on the third of the criminals. Jumping straight up, the nimble superheroine grabbed an overhead beam and kicked out with both legs, nailing the second woman in the face.
The fourth and final criminal, having no taste for facing the female fury before her, turned and ran down the hall.
“Not so fast,” yelled the heroine, who quickly gave chase.
The two women rounded a corner and sped down the hallway. Toward the end of the hall, the Red Avenger dove forward like a human missile, cutting down her prey at the ankles. The heroine allowed her momentum to carry her on, rolling forward where she ended up, sitting atop the last criminal’s chest.
“Lemme go!” shouted the struggling woman.
Easily pinning the larger girl to the ground, the Red Avenger said, “Not so fast. I want to know where Intrepid Lady is. Now talk!”
“Please! Please, no more! Sob! Please... I’m begging you, Scar! Just let me goooo...” Intrepid Lady wailed.
The once proud crimefighter lay on the carpeted floor of Mrs. Scar’s office, naked save for her mask, terrified out of her mind to again be at the mercy of her cruel foes.
“You heard me, Intrepid Bitch!” snarled Mrs. Scar. “I want you to crawl over here and lick my pussy like the whipped bitch you are! Then you’ll lick my three associates Matilda, Louise and Josephine! Then, if you satisfy all of us, I might think about letting you go!”
The cringing heroine, reduced to a state of abject submission by her own inner fears, looked up at the four women surrounding her and again broke out weeping. She couldn’t believe how low she had sunk. But her numbing terror restrained her from doing anything except begging for mercy, which only added to her growing humiliation, sending the shattered heroine further into a downward spiral from which there was no hope of recovery.
“Do it now, whore! And call me mistress while your at it!” snapped Mrs. Scar.
“Y...yes m...mistress...Sob! I...I’ll be good...Sniff!” cried the helpless superheroine, who began the demeaning process of dragging her body across the carpeted floor over to where Mrs. Scar sat in a chair, her skirt hiked up and panties removed
The regal, but cruel-looking, raven-haired gangboss spread her long, tanned, well-toned legs to reveal the neatly trimmed mount of her dark pubic hairs. In horror, Intrepid Lady stared up, her blue eyes soaked with tears behind her small mask. Mrs. Scar reached down, grabbing the defenseless heroine’s long, silky blonde hair and savagely jerked the cowering crimefighter’s face forward, into her crotch.
“Lick me!” commanded Mrs. Scar.
Between her pathetic sobs of humiliation, the helpless Intrepid Lady managed to stick out her pink little tongue and tentatively lap at her tormentor’s outer labia.
The criminal cooed once, then shouted out, “More!”
Her entire body trembling in fear and shame, the weeping heroine pushed her tongue further into her captor, her whole being filled with disgust. Though hardly a virgin, never in her life had she performed oral sex, neither on a man or a woman. Now, to be forced into it by her worst enemy, filled the poor girl with a feeling of complete degradation. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and die from the humiliation. But her fear overrode even that impulse as she forced herself to continue lapping at Mrs. Scar’s pussy.
“Ummm... Yes... That’s it my little Intrepid Whore...” said Mrs. Scar, her eyes closed, head tilted back as she slowly thrust forward with her hips, pulling Intrepid Lady’s face into her cunt and forcing the helpless heroine’s tongue even deeper inside her.
The now pathetically reduced crimefighter could do nothing but continue to lick away at her enemy, feeling revulsion at the taste of Mrs. Scar’s vaginal juices. It was true. She had been reduced to nothing more than a helpless pussy licking whore and this realization filled her with even greater shame and sorrow.
“Yes... Yes... Yessss!!!” cried Mrs. Scar, reveling in the total domination of her enemy. The feeling of having her greatest foe, the powerful Intrepid Lady, totally under her control, forced to lick her cunt like a sexual plaything, was driving the evil woman to the greatest orgasm of her life. Her hands twisted violently in Intrepid Lady’s blonde hair, ramming the squirming girl’s pained face further into her crotch, practically smothering her. With one last scream of pleasure the crimeboss arched her hips forward, squeezing her legs tightly around the helpless heroine’s head and squirting a bit of cum into Intrepid Lady’s face.
As the female lubricant hit her mouth, Intrepid Lady knew the complete dregs of utter defeat. Never had she felt so base and demeaned. When Mrs. Scar released her, she slumped to the floor in a sniveling, pathetic heap. All she could do was pray her torment would soon be over.
Finally, the degraded superheroine managed to pick her tear and cum-soaked face up from the floor to look at her conqueror.
Grinning from ear to ear, Mrs. Scar said, “One down for you, my dear, three to go.”
“Where’re the detectives?” asked Wilson.
“I put in the call, they should be here soon,” answered his partner, Officer Joan Cafferty.
The pair of police officers had found the body of the dead junkie in an alley on their routine patrol. Neither one had ever seen anything like it.
“Worst overdose I ever saw,” said Patrolman Wilson. “It looks like she puked up all the blood in her body.”
He looked over at his partner and she appeared as if she were going to vomit herself. “Figures,” he thought to himself, “typical woman.”
Frank Wilson had been in the Sinner City Police Department for 18 years, watching it change from a predominantly male police force to a predominantly female force as the city itself had changed. Hell, even their new Captain, Weatherby, was a broad. And what a bitch she was. It didn’t sit well with Wilson, who was from the old-school. Women should stick with women’s work, he believed. He was about to air these feelings to Cafferty, as was his wont, when he saw Valerie Christiansen enter the alley, followed by the crew from the medical examiner’s office.
“Over here Detective Christiansen,” Wilson said, polite as can be. He was always on his best behavior around Christiansen. It wasn’t just that she was one of the most gorgeous women he’d ever seen, but she also intimidated Wilson more than a little.
At 5'9" Valerie Christiansen was nearly as tall as the veteran cop, and her 134 lb. body, while shapely, was also quite muscular and athletic. Wilson had heard she’d been an All-American in track & field back in college. He also knew she was rated top-notch in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship and general street smarts. Despite being only 25-years-old, the lady detective was one of the best undercover operatives the department had, though she was also known as something of a lone wolf. Despite his feelings on women in the police force, Wilson had to admit Christiansen was about the best cop he knew.
“Shit. Not another one,” Christiansen said quietly, as she knelt down next to the body of the dead junkie.
Wilson couldn’t help but notice the luster of her long auburn hair as it hung freely, down to the center of her back. His eyes strayed a bit lower, checking out the detective’s muscular, shapely backside, nicely encased in a pair of tight jeans. Finally, the patrolman managed to pull himself back to reality as he found his voice. “You’ve seen this before?”
Rising and turning to face the uniformed officers, Detective Christiansen said, “Yeah, third one this month. All junkies. All dead from the same thing. Some type of new synthetic drug we’ve never seen before. Somebody’s pushing some bad stuff.”
“Any thoughts on where it’s coming from,” said Cafferty, joining the conversation.
“No. Not my case,” answered Valerie, tersely.
“Why doesn’t Weatherby put you on it, Christiansen?” asked Wilson. “You know the streets as well as anyone on the squad.”
“You’ll have to ask our fearless leader that question, Wilson,” said the detective.
“Oh yeah. I enjoy talking to Captain Weatherby so much. She strikes me as such a kind-hearted commander.”
“Yeah, me too,” said Valerie, her distaste evident. “But somebody better do something, or I’m worried more people will die from this stuff.”
“What are you waiting for, Intrepid Whore? Your next meal awaits you,” declared Mrs. Scar, pointing toward her henchwoman, Louise.
“P...please... no more, mistress... I’m begging youuuu...” whimpered the petrified Intrepid Lady, lying sprawled helplessly on the floor of the gangster’s office.
“Maybe she needs some encouragement, boss,” said Josephine, holding a short billy club and slapping it into the palm of her hand.
“Well what’s it to be, my simpering little super slave?” said Mrs. Scar. “Do you lick some more pussy or does Josephine give you a few love taps with her billy club?”
“Nooo...” whined the frightened heroine, “please don’t h...hurt me again...Sob!”
“Or maybe she can find a better use for her billy club. Like sticking it up your cunt! You remember what that feels like, don’t you Intrepid Slut?” said Mrs. Scar, smiling.
Terrified, the overwhelmed crimefighter cried, “Oh God! Sob! Please don’t let her hurt meee! I...I’ll do what you want...Sob! Please j...just don’t hurt me again! Sniff!”
With that, the cowering superheroine crawled over to Louise, who lounged casually in a chair by the corner. The criminal had already pulled down her pants and underwear and now sat with her legs spread, her nasty, unwashed snatch awaiting Intrepid Lady’s trembling little mouth.
Closing her eyes to block out the degrading sight, the heroine slowly forced her face forward until her mouth pressed up against the other woman’s vagina. Sniveling, Intrepid Lady began to lick at it.
“That’s it Intrepid Slave,” called Mrs. Scar, “you’ve found you’re true calling in life. You...”
CRASH!
All eyes looked up in shock as the door to Mrs. Scar’s office crashed inward.
There, standing silhouetted in the door frame was the lithe, attractive, scantily-clad form of...
“The Red Avenger?! What do you want here?!” shouted Mrs. Scar.
The masked female crimefighter strode confidently into the office.
“Shit!” exclaimed Louise, shoving Intrepid Lady’s powerless body to the floor as she leapt to her feet and pulled up her pants.
“You’ve got a lot to answer for, Scar!” said the determined redheaded superheroine.
“You little bitch!” screamed Mrs. Scar. “Teach her a lesson, girls!”
On their boss’s command, Louise and Josephine hurled themselves at the young crimefighter, emboldened by their easy domination of Intrepid Lady. But if they thought they were in for another easy win, they had sorely underestimated the teenage fury before them.
As Louise charged forward, the Red Avenger drove the heel of her foot into the larger woman’s stomach, knocking the air out of her. The heroine quickly turned her attention to Josephine, who was slashing at her head with the billy club.
The female crusader stepped to the side, catching hold of Josephine’s arm, twisting it sharply so the lady thug lost her grip on the weapon. The heroine continued to twist Josephine’s arm, dropping her weight across the back of the larger woman’s elbow until there was a sharp crack.
“Aarrgghh!” screamed Josephine, falling to the floor in shock, her arm broken.
The Red Avenger turned quickly, prepared to take on Mrs. Scar and her assistant, Matilda, but both women remained on the far side of the room, apparently lacking the stomach for fair battle. The young heroine then glanced around to see if Intrepid Lady was safe. To her surprise, she saw the heroine, her costume in her arms, crawling from the room, sobbing.
“Intrepid Lady...!” she called after the other heroine, but the blonde crimefighter just kept going.
“Oh let her go,” said Mrs. Scar, somewhat disinterestedly. “And while you’re at it, why don’t you leave as well, Red Avenger.”
Angered, the teenage heroine stormed toward the gangster. “You’re not getting off that easy you no good...”
“Temper, temper,” said the crimeboss. “I’m just trying to be helpful, my dear. If you waste your time with me, what will become of you partner, Ninja Girl?”
The enraged superheroine stopped short at the mention of her crimefighting colleague’s name. “What do you know about Ninja Girl?” she asked.
“Just that the Queenpin put a contract out on her.” Mrs. Scar quickly explained what had recently transpired. “She’s being held in a building at the corner of Maple and 3rd street right now, but you’d better hurry. I don’t think she has much time left.”
“And how do you know where she is?” said the Red Avenger.
“The people who set up your friend happened to rent a building which I own, for their scheme. I made some inquiries. Now what’s it to be, Red Avenger? Waste your time on me and your friend dies.”
Though she longed to put the arrogant crimeboss in her place, the Red Avenger knew she had no choice. She turned and hurried from the office. She hoped she wasn’t too late.
“Y...you can’t... Sob! Anything but th...that!” whimpered Ninja Girl, on the verge of complete, fearful submission to her foe.
“Oh yes, my little Ninja Whelp,” taunted Iron Breast. “You’ve got one end of my nunchaku stuck in that tight little pussy of yours, now for the other end...”
The villainess easily kicked the bound young heroine over on to her stomach, kneeling across the struggling, sniveling girl’s bare back, digging one knee painfully into the agonized crimefighter’s spine. Slowly, relishing her foe’s helplessness, Iron Breast used her left hand to spread the small, pale, cheeks of Ninja Girl’s shapely ass. The assassin then lowered the nunchaku in her right hand downward.
Ninja Girl bucked and squealed in horror as she felt the end of the thick, hardwood club poke slightly into the outer edges of her sensitive anus. “Ah... Ah... Ahhh! Nooo...Sob! I...I’m begging youuu, Iron Breast! D...don’t do this to meeee...Sob! Please don’t rape my a...ass! Ohhh, please have mercy on meeee...Sob! Sob! Sob!”
Heedless of the young superheroine’s pitiful cries for mercy, the wicked criminal gradually began to force the wooden club downward into the sobbing teenager’s too-tight rear passage.
“Ahhhh! Nooo! It hurrrrts! Sob! Get it ouuuut! Sob! Please, I’m begging youuuu! Get it ouuuut! Unngghh!” cried the writhing heroine, any pretense of courage or defiance completely stripped from her now as she felt more and more of the horrible wooden tool force its way into her tiny anus. It felt as if her asshole was going to be ripped apart. The pain, the humiliation was worse even than having her vagina raped by the nunchaku. It now reduced the once-proud superheroine to a weak, submissive little girl who could do nothing but pathetically beg her tormentor like a cowering child.
Iron Breast continued working the nunchaku into Ninja Girl’s agonized asshole as she said, “How do you like that, Ninja Cunt?! How does it feel to have your nice little virgin ass raped by Iron Breast?! Do you finally submit to my will and admit defeat?!!!” This last part was a maniacal scream as the cruel dominatrix overcame the last of Ninja Girl’s anal resistance, ramming the nunchaku several inches deeper into the poor, battered girl’s ass.
“AAAIIIEEE!!!” shrieked Ninja Girl, her delicate anal tissue feeling as if it were on fire, her head arched back to expose the pain and terror written across her lovely face. “A...anything...Sob!” she moaned, helplessly. “I’ll d...do anything you want...Sob! I s...Sob!...submit... I’ll be your s...s...slave...Sob! Just p...please don’t hurt me any...more... I can’t take anymore...Sniff! Sniff! I’m to weak... can’t take... Ohhhhh!”
“Very well, slave,” said Iron Breast, standing back from her handiwork. “Up on your knees!”
At her master’s command, the defenseless, shattered crimefighter forced herself up on to her knees, the twin phallus still degradingly imbedded in her vagina and asshole causing her further pain and humiliation.
“Now, crawl for me slave! Walk on your knees across this floor!” ordered Iron Breast.
Weeping in shame but to devastated to resist, the broken superheroine sniveled, “Y...yes ma’am...Sob! I’ll be a good little s...slave...Sob! I’ll obey...” With that, the teenage crimefighter began to further debase herself by crawling on her knees, her hands still tied tightly behind her back, the two ends of the nunchaku rubbing and abrading inside her cunt and anus making her cringe all the more.
The vile villainess had her helpless captive crawl back and forth across the long, hard tile floor, relishing the girl’s cries of pain. Finally, Ninja Girl collapsed at her captor’s feet, groveling, “Please! I’m begging you! Don’t hurt me anymore! You’ve b...beaten meeee...Sob! You’ve turned me into a weak, helpless little s...slave! Sob! Just let me goooo! Oh pleasssse!”
“This pathetic sniveling is more than even I care to hear, Ninja Slave,” said Iron Breast, producing a ball gag. “This should keep you quiet for the finale.”
The villainess shoved the ball gag into the weakly protesting heroine’s trembling mouth and tied it tightly into place. After taking a moment to admire the pathetic writhing and wailing of her bound and gagged prisoner, Iron Breast reached down and pulled the nunchaku from Ninja Girl’s cunt, providing the heroine with some slight relief from her torment.
Her relief was short-lived however, as she heard Iron Breast’s horrid new plans for her.
“Now, my dear,” said the assassin, “I’ve got an extra special treat for you. While you were unconscious I took the liberty of coating the needle nipples of my breastplate with a new type of toxin... a lethal toxin. And I’ve got the loveliest way of injecting it. I’m going to fuck you to death with my iron breasts!”
The devastated heroine’s tear stained eyes bulged wide in terror as Iron Breast closed in on her, spreading her lithe, trembling legs apart and lowering the tip of her lethal needle nipple down toward Ninja Girl’s vulnerable cunt.
“Uhm! Uhmm!! Uhmmm!!!” mewled the defenseless girl in helpless fear as Iron Breast paused, a mere inch from her abused vagina.
Smiling, the cruel villainess said, “And now, Ninja Girl, goodby...UNGHHH!!!”
Iron Breast’s ribcage suddenly exploded in pain as she was catapulted away from the helpless form of Ninja Girl. Rolling instinctively to her feet, the villainess looked up to see a slim, redheaded girl, wearing a mask and a bikini standing over her, fists resting confidently on her hips.
“Who do you think you are to interfere, here?!” yelled an enraged Iron Breast, regaining her feet.
“The name is the Red Avenger,” answered the heroine. “And you’ll pay for what you’ve done today, you monster!”
“Of course! Ninja Girl’s partner,:” said Iron Breast, circling the young superheroine before her. “Let’s see if you’re any more challenging than your little friend.” The villainess suddenly attacked, springing toward the Red Avenger with a powerful sidekick.
Nimbly, the teenage crimefighter avoided the kick, stepping to the side and countering with a spinning kick that caught the martial arts expert in her kidney as she slid past. But the assassin lashed out with the edge of her hand, the well-conditioned bone hard as ivory.
The Red Avenger just managed to avoid the blow, ducking out of the way at the last moment.
From across the room, the beaten and bound Ninja Girl watched the two women trade blows back and forth. She wanted to warn the Red Avenger to avoid Iron Breast’s lethal, razor sharp nipples. One nick anywhere on the Red Avenger’s body could prove fatal. But all that came from Ninja Girl’s gagged mouth were pathetic, muffled screams. However, despite her pain and terror, the seemingly helpless crimefighter knew she had to do something to aid her partner.
As the two combatants came close to Ninja Girl’s bound form, the young girl summoned up the last of her faded strength. With Iron Breast standing directly in front of her, preparing to throw a punch, Ninja Girl kicked out with both her feet, nailing the villainess in the back of the knees. At the same time, the Red Avenger leapt forward with a devastating roundhouse kick to the head. Off balance, Iron Breast had no defense and was finally laid low. She collapsed to the ground, unmoving.
Quickly, the Red Avenger went to her friend’s side.
“Ninja Girl! Are you all right?!” the concerned redhead asked, removing the ball gag.
Quietly weeping, the overcome Ninja Girl managed to moan out, “H...help meeee... Sob! Get... to... Master... Ya... Unhhh...” And then the heroine fell unconscious.
The Red Avenger could barely understand the girl’s whimpering moans. She tried to decipher her partner’s final words, “Master Ya...” The redheaded heroine remembered her friend had told her all about her ninja instructor, Master Yama. Ninja Girl had told her if there were ever a dire emergency, she was to contact this man. Certainly, this qualified as an emergency.
Quickly, the Red Avenger bound Iron Breast and notified the police to pick her up. She then made an additional phone call and departed with the unconscious Ninja Girl, praying things would turn out all right.
“Place her in the rear room,” the elderly Asian man said.
The Red Avenger did as she was told and gently laid the limp form of Ninja Girl on the straw mats in the rear room.
She had been instructed by this man, presumably the ninja instructor, Master Yama, to bring Ninja Girl to a remote house, far outside Sinner City. The Red Avenger found the house, which resembled an ancient Japanese home, and brought her friend inside. She then waited nearly an hour as the old man worked over Ninja Girl, using a combination of healing herbs, balms and incantations.
When he was done, he turned to the Red Avenger and said, “You have done well to bring her here, my child.”
“Will she be all right?”
“Yes. I have managed to heal her injuries and remove the poisons from her system. I also used a form of ninja hypnosis to ease her memories of this evil event. It is better for her if she does not remember everything. All she will recall is that the two of you won a great victory over a wicked foe.”
“That sounds like it’s for the best, Master Yama,” said the Red Avenger. “Thank you for helping her.”
“She will sleep now. But within a few days she will be fully recovered and the two of you may resume your crimefighting activities.”
The shapely, medium-sized woman, clad entirely in pink spandex, a pink mask adorning her hard but attractive face, picked up a throwing knife from a nearby table and hurled it across the room. The knife landed dead-center in the middle of a target that was shaped like a person. In quick succession, the woman picked up more knives and hurled them at the target, some 40 feet away. Each throw landed exactly where it was aimed, first at the target’s kneecaps, then its heart, then its throat.
As the woman picked up the last of her practice knives, an intercom squawked to life and the familiar voice of Rat Girl, executive assistant to the Queenpin, filled the room, “Pink Pantheress, are you in the training room?”
“Yes,” answered the chief assassin of the Queenpin’s criminal syndicate, causally hurling the final knife so it landed directly in the center of the target’s head.
“The Queenpin wants everybody in her office, now,” said Rat Girl.
“Fine. I’m finished here,” answered the Pink Pantheress, even as she ran across the room toward the knife-filled target, jumping into the air and lashing out with a flying sidekick. The bottom of her pink-booted foot caught the handle of the knife she had just thrown and drove it all the way through the face of the target. She then turned and strode from the room.
She strolled down the hallway and entered the Queenpin’s office to join her employer. Also present were Rat Girl and the Twisted Sisters.
As the Pink Pantheress closed the door behind her, the Queenpin said, “I’ve just received most disturbing news. It appears the Kai has failed in there attempt upon Ninja Girl.”
“I knew those Jap bitches weren’t up to the job,” said Rat Girl.
“Perhaps so,” continued the Queenpin. “From now on, I believe we’ll handle all such matters ‘in house,’ as it were.”
“Does that mean you want me to kill this Ninja Chick, boss?” asked the Pink Pantheress, hopefully.
“Perhaps,” said the Queenpin. “Perhaps...”
It was a few days later that a now-recovered Ninja Girl, in her civilian identity as college girl Cindy Adams, accompanied her 17-year-old friend Jenny Williams, A.K.A. The Red Avenger, to visit the home of Summer Smith. Neither girl had any contact with the woman better known to the public as Intrepid Lady since the heroine had fled from Mrs. Scar’s headquarters in shame. The two young crimefighters felt it was time they checked up on their compatriot.
They arrived outside Summer’s apartment building in time to see her loading the last of her possessions into a moving van. Both girls were distressed at the blonde heroine’s appearance. Normally vibrant, she now looked worn and nervous. When she saw Cindy and Jenny approaching, Summer glanced around as if she wanted to flee.
“How are you?” asked Jennifer.
“I... I’ll be fine... soon,” Summer answered, unwilling to look the other superheroines in the eye.
“Going on a trip?” said Cindy, as mildly as she could.
“Yes. I’m leaving town,” said Summer.
Looking sympathetic, Jenny said, “Listen, Summer, I know it’s been rough for you but...”
“But nothing!” snapped Summer. She took a moment to collect herself then continued, “I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to help but it’s too late for that. I’ve had it with Sinner City. I’m going.”
“But the city needs you, Summer,” said an earnest Cindy Adams. “It needs Intrepid Lady.”
“Can’t you understand? Intrepid Lady is finished. I... I can never do that again. I’m through with all that,” Summer said, climbing into the driver’s seat of her moving van. “I’m getting out while I can. And if you two are smart, you’ll do the same. Give up this superheroine business before it’s too late.”
With that, the woman once known as Intrepid Lady started the van’s engine and drove off.
The two remaining heroines looked at each other for a moment in stunned silence. Finally, Jenny spoke up. “Poor thing,” she said, shaking her head.
“Yes. I feel so bad for her. But I know that’ll never happen to us,” said Ninja Girl.
“You know it, partner,” answered the Red Avenger. “No one will ever beat us!”
At that moment, in an isolated subterranean chamber, located far below the basement of the downtown mansion that housed Sinner City’s exclusive Saphos Club, three mysterious figures, each wearing robes and a hood which hid their features, sat around a large, polished wooden table. Momentarily, a fourth robed figure entered the room.
“We’ve been waiting for you to arrive, Number 2,” said the figure at the head of the table to the newcomer in a husky, but feminine voice. “What have you to report?”
The figure known as Number 2 sat down at the table before speaking. “I have just finished reviewing the data from field agent 73's recent test. The results are most favorable, Number 1.” said Number 2, her voice also revealing her to be a woman. But there was an odd, seemingly metallic quality to the tone of her voice, as if she were speaking through a grill.
The woman at the head of the table, called Number 1 by her associates, who were all, in fact, female, nodded her understanding. “Very well. Are we ready to proceed with mass distribution throughout Sinner City?”
“Yes,” replied Number 2. “We have achieved an acceptable survival rate with this version of BTS. Our chemists are also at work on updated versions which should prove to be even more potent. We’re still not sure of all the side effects, but they should be negligible for our purposes. We could stand to make quite a bit of money from this venture.”
“What is money to us?” answered Number 1, a touch of annoyance in her voice. “This local distribution of BTS is just a trial run. The drug is just one method of aiding our subversion of the established world order. Or have you forgotten my reasons for forming the Sisterhood and initiating this Council of Four.”
“I’ve not forgotten,” said Number 2, her metallic voice giving away none of her real feelings.
“Good,” continued Number 1. “Because it was not for money that we, four of the most powerful supervillainess in the world, have joined together. It was for one purpose... global domination! And Sinner City is to be our base. Woe be to any who would oppose... The Savage Sisterhood of Sapho!”
WHO ARE THE MYSTERIOUS SISTERHOOD?
WHAT EVIL PLANS DOES THE QUEENPIN HAVE?
WHAT FATE AWAITS OUR HEROINES?
NEXT TIME: IRON BREAST MAY BE DEFEATED BUT THERE’S A NEW IRON LADY IN TOWN (AND WE DON’T MEAN MARGARET THATCHER). SEE NINJA GIRL AND THE RED AVENGER UNDERGO SEPARATE ADVENTURES IN...