CHAPTER 9:
CHERRY POPPIN? MOMMAS!
It was still the wee, pre-dawn hours when Diane Franco made her way over to the posh Galaxy Health Spa for an early morning workout. The private gym in her new penthouse apartment had not been installed yet, so the 28-year-old, short-haired brunette had taken out a membership at the Galaxy Club. Fortunately, the exclusive gymnasium was open 24-hours to accommodate its clientele.
This suited Diane just fine. Her incredible constitution needed only a couple of hours sleep a night. And long ago, she had gotten into the habit of exercising while it was still dark out. This exercise took many forms.
But for this morning, in Sinner City, Diane was content to do an hour on the stairmaster, followed by two hours of intensive weight training. It was all she had time for before her morning meeting with leading members of Sinner City?s business community. It wasn?t quite as grueling as the workout she used to put herself through when she had something to train for in the old days, but it still wasn?t too shabby for a three-hour session accomplished before it even got light out.
At such an early hour, the gym was nearly empty. There were about half-a-dozen other women and one man working out there. As Diane set the stairmaster to its maximum setting and began her routine, she noticed the lone male talking to one of the women on the far side of the gym.
The man was one of those steroid-pumped behemoths common to many gymnasiums. He stood about 6'1" and must have weighed 240 lbs. He wore spandex pants which barely contained his massive quads and a tank top shirt that exposed his gigantic 22-inch arms. He not only looked as if he owned the gym, but he acted like it as well.
Diane heard the bodybuilder?s booming voice across the room as he berated the small blonde woman who was using an exercise bike. ?Hey baby! You?re using my bike!? he bellowed.
?Sorry,? muttered the small blonde.
?Well get your little ass off it, sweetcheeks!? the behemoth roared.
?Look there are other bikes...? said the blonde, tentatively.
?I said get lost, bitch! Of course, if you want to ride double, I won?t object.?
?No thanks,? said the blonde, dismounting the bike.
Diane was as annoyed as everyone else by the man?s attitude, but tried to ignore it as best she could. Suddenly, she saw the brute grab hold of the blonde girl?s arm.
?Don?t go away mad, baby!? he sneered. ?How about a kiss? You know you want to.?
The girl struggled a bit but it was useless given the man?s vast size and strength. ?Please,? she whimpered.
?Come on baby, pucker up,? he said, pulling the girl close to him.
?I don?t think you?re her type. I think she prefers members of the human species,? came a female voice from behind the huge man. He spun around to see Diane, dressed in a blue tee-shirt and tight white shorts that highlighted her slim, shapely, well-tanned legs, standing before him.
?What do you want, bitch?!? snarled the man.
?Nothing. I was just trying to workout and you were disturbing me... and everyone else in here. I was hoping you could behave yourself,? the brunette replied, calmly.
?Oooh, you?re a feisty bitch. Maybe you need a real man to put you in your place,? he said, releasing the blonde and advancing toward Diane.
?I?ll keep that in mind... if I see a ?real? man,? she answered. Despite the fact her slender 5'4" 112 lb. frame was eclipsed by the advancing form of the 240 lb behemoth, the young heiress stood her ground with incredible poise, almost as if she knew what were going to happen.
?This should shut you up, slut!? shouted the man as he charged forward.
But seemingly without effort, Diane slipped her body to the side, causing the man to miss his target and tumble to the ground.
Picking himself up, the massive bodybuilder said, ?I?m through playing around with you, bitch!? and hurled a haymaker right hand at Diane?s pretty face. But the slim young woman easily avoided the blow, incredibly catching the man?s wrist as it passed her head, twisting his arm, and applying pressure to his elbow.
?Ow! That hurts!? cried the big man as Diane forced him to his knees.
?Now say you?re sorry to the lady,? Diane said, indicating the blonde girl.
?What?! You?ve got to be... ARGHH!?
Diane applied a bit more pressure to the armlock.
?O...Okay! I?m sorry! Really, I?m sorry!? he groaned.
?That?s better,? said Diane, forcing the man to stand up and then escorting him out the front door by the arm.
When she returned, the blonde girl looked at her with awe. ?That was amazing,? she said. ?Do you know karate or something??
?Something like that,? said Diane a bit bashfully as she returned to the Stairmaster to finish her workout.
The normally brave police detective Valerie Chrisiansen, AKA the superheroine the Guardianess, closed her eyes in fright as the evil Stalkeress drew the flat of the huge hunting knife down her masked face.
The gorgeous crimefighter?s eyes suddenly snapped open in complete terror as she felt the hard blade drawn over the thin spandex material that covered her ample bosom.
?N...No...? whimpered the Guardianess as the blade was slowly slipped beneath her dark blue athletic bra and she felt the cold steel touch her sensitive breasts.
Suddenly, the criminal known as the Stalkeress gave a sharp yank with the blade, slicing through the spandex and drawing a gasp of fear from the defenseless heroine as the garment fell from her body, exposing her large, firm breasts to her enemy.
?Wh...What are y...you doing...?? stammered the frightened captive as the Stalkeress continued to run the flat of the razor-sharp blade over her now bare breasts.
?Testing you, Guardianess,? replied the Stalkeress. ?I like to know what my playthings are made of before I have my way with them.?
?What are you talking about,? moaned the Guardianess, attempting to fight back the tears of pain and fear, trying to not show weakness before her vicious tormentor. She reminded herself she was a policewoman, a superheroine, someone who did not cower before an enemy.
?You see, my dear,? continued the Stalkeress, ?I was once the world?s foremost big game hunter. I killed every type of dangerous animal there was, usually with nothing more than this hunting knife you now see. But then I developed... other interests. I began to take notice of certain young ladies who were quite attractive to me. I began hunting them - the media calls it ?stalking? - and having my fun at their expense. It?s quite amusing to hear the pitiful cries of fear and pleas for mercy coming from a victim?s throat. I became so good at stalking that I came to the notice of the Savage Sisterhood of Sapho, who recruited me to join their organization in a quest for world dominance. They promised to supply me with a healthy number of interesting victims of which, you are the first. Consider yourself honored.?
?You... you?re mad!? gasped the heroine, now more frightened than ever as she realized her captor was capable of anything.
?Watch your tongue, slut!? warned the Stalkeress as she slowly drew her blade down the length of the Guardianess? torso, drawing it over the bare, firm ripples of the crimefighter?s flat, tanned belly.
The Guardianess tried to suck in her already taut stomach, attempting to fearfully pull it away from the cool, tormenting touch of the knife. Sweat broke out on her face and dripped from beneath the plastic of her mask as she watched in horror while the blade worked its way over her spandex pants. The villainess drew the knife across the superheroine?s spandex-covered pelvis in a lazy S-pattern, then pressed the point of the blade lightly into the Guardianess? crotch.
Feeling the sharp point press against her most vulnerable parts, the Guardianess gave off a muffled squeal of terror. Her heart beat in her chest like a drum as she again fought down the urge to cry and openly debase herself before her vile foe. She gradually blew a small sigh of relief as the Stalkeress pulled the blade away from her body.
Suddenly, the shocked female crimefighter screamed out in horror as the Stalkeress slipped the blade beneath the waistband of her spandex pants and savagely sliced through the material. The heroine wore no underwear beneath the tight material and was thus completely exposed to her captor?s view.
With several more quick swipes of the blade, the villainess drew her weapon down the length of the heroine?s long, powerful legs, shredding the spandex away from them so in a matter of moments, the young woman was completely denuded, save for the dark athletic shoes she wore and her navy blue mask.
Despite her vow to be brave, the naked crimefighter felt the warm tears now begin to flow down her face as, for the first time in her adult life, she cried. Still, she bravely refused to make any further sounds, not wanting to give her enemy the satisfaction of hearing her terror.
But this changed as the Stalkeress drew the knife back up toward the defenseless girl?s face, slowly slipping it under her mask.
?Ohhh... No... Please don?t...? cried the Guardianess, somehow more afraid of having her face exposed than the rest of her body.
?Oh yes,? cooed the Stalkeress, suddenly slicing through the thin plastic to expose the heroine?s true identity. ?Yes... Detective Christiansen!?
Her eyes wide in horror, the unmasked superheroine cried out, ?Nooo! How... how do you kn...know who I am? Sob!?
Still drawing the blade lightly across the cringing crimefighter?s tearstained face, the Stalkeress answered, ?I know many things Guardianess... or should I call you Valerie? How do you think I was able to ambush you so easily? I merely followed you here from the police station, you pitiful little bitch.?
?B...But how...?? moaned Valerie, weakly. The pain of her injuries, the confusion and humiliation of having her identity exposed, and the numbing fear of being naked at a supervillainess? mercy, were combining to sap the last of her will and courage.
?Enough talk!? snarled the Stalkeress, grabbing the prone and helpless heroine by her once-strong, now limp arm, and roughly turning her over onto her belly.
?Wh...What are you doing to meeee?!? whimpered the Guardianess, the terror finally rising up withing her, consuming the formerly proud and confident young heroine. ?Ahhh!? gasped Valerie as she felt the Stalkeress? firm grip around her waist, yanking her upright until she was on all fours.
Looking over her shoulder with dread, the helplessly terrified female crimefighter saw the Stalkeress looming behind her. ?Now to properly teach you a lesson,? said the ominous criminal, reaching down and pressing a button on her metal ?chastity? belt. Slowly, a panel in the front part of the belt, over the crotch, opened and a thick metal tube began to telescope outward.
Valerie cried out in horror as she realized what the metallic object was. The tube continued to extend until it reached its full, 15 inch length. The captive heroine could do nothing but stare over her shoulder in terror as Stalkeress knelt behind her, suddenly sporting a gigantic three-inch thick, 15 inch long, solid metal dildo.
?N...No... You can?t! Pleasssse!? whined the Guardianess in mortal fear. The panic-stricken heroine turned her head and pathetically attempted to crawl away from her would-be molester.
But the Stalkeress reached out with her powerful left arm, grabbing the demeaned superheroine by her long pony-tailed hair and yanking her head back so the girl?s fear-filled face looked up at the darkened sky. The villainess then took the knife in her right hand and reached around, pressing the sharp blade to Valerie?s naked throat.
Closing her eye?s in fright, the overcome superheroine whimpered, ?Please...Sob! Please don?t k...kill me...Sob! Oh pleasssse! Please let me g...g...goooo! Sob! Sob! Please don?t hurt meeeee!? Gone was all the heroine?s inner strength and bravado. The harsh, mysterious woman known as the Stalkeress had reduced her from a confident, gallant crimefighter, to a fearful, begging little coward. But the worst was yet to come.
The Guardianess jerked in her molester?s grip as she felt the cold, thick steel of the dildo press against the outside of her vagina lips. ?Here it comes, Valerie,? taunted the supervillainess.
Pleading wildly, all pretense of dignity stripped from her, the heroine cried, ?Nooo! Please! For the love of God, I?m begging you! Please... Please don?t rape meeee! Sob! Please don?t put that in... AAAIIIEEE!!! Ungh! No! Get it ouuuut! Sobbb! Pleasssse...?
With vicious force the Stalkeress metal dildo was rammed deep into the helpless heroine?s unprotected womb, driving the young woman forward on to her elbows, whimpering with pain and fear as she felt the inner lining of her vagina being cruelly distended.
?How?s that feel, my little superheroine?? taunted the Stalkeress as she gleefully continued to pump away into the battered, defenseless form of the devastated lady crimefighter.
?Ungh! No! Sob! Please...Sob! Ohhh! Please... Stopppp! Ohhh!? cried the shattered superheroine as she knelt on the floor, the hard deck of the ship digging into her bare knees and elbows as she was savagely raped doggy style. With each thrust, more and more of the hard metal tool was forced deeper into her battered vagina making it throb with agony. Never in her life had she ever been more afraid or more shamed. She wanted nothing more than to run away and hide. But all she could do was remain there on the deck of the ship and be helplessly raped by the Stalkeress.
Finally, with one last cruel thrust of her hips, the vicious villainess forced the last bit of the oversized phallus into the sniveling superheroine?s defenseless cunt, shoving the tip of the dildo hard up against the Guardianess? sensitive uterus wall, making her shriek in agony as she was forced forward, flat onto her belly, her legs splayed wide behind her, the metal cock still deeply imbedded inside her.
After what seemed an agonizing eternity, the Stalkeress finally pulled out of the heroine?s beaten form. She pressed a button on her belt and the telescoping metal dildo retracted back into its compartment. Valerie, meanwhile, had rolled helplessly over onto her side, where she remained, clutching her throbbing groin in humiliation and fear, unable to raise her tear-filled face to confront her vile conqueror. She just hoped this would be the end of it and the Stalkeress would leave her alive.
But the evil villainess had other plans. She reached down and grabbed the cringing heroine by her long auburn hair, yanking the naked girl up to her knees where she could do nothing but helplessly cower before her dominator.
The Stalkeress stared down at her groveling foe, her pitiless, lust-crazed eyes hooded behind her black latex mask, as she said, ?And now, to finish you once and for all, Guardianess...?
On her knees before the vast bulk of the Queenpin, Ninja Girl looked up fearfully at her massive tormentor. The Queenpin was still slowly crushing the young heroine?s right hand in her massive grip, practically paralyzing the crimefighter with pain. But still, the courageous superheroine fought back.
Focusing her concentration to block out the pain as best she could, Ninja Girl dropped her left hand down to the small pouch on her hip where she kept several throwing stars. But in her weakened state, the heroine fumbled a bit reaching into the pouch.
Suddenly, the Queenpin bent forward, seizing the teenage avenger?s left hand in her own right hand. The gigantic crime lord pulled Ninja Girl?s dainty little left hand up, slowly exerting pressure on it until the young girl felt as if both her hands were being pulverized inside hydraulic vises.
?Ahhhh!!!? Ninja Girl screamed out, no longer able to contain herself.
Grinning slightly, the Queenpin looked down at her helpless captive and said, ?So, Ninja Girl, it appears I have the upper hand, so to speak.?
Her cute, innocent young face contorted in pain, the captive crimefighter tried not to cry out. But her lower lip, trembling in pain, gave away her agony.
?Tell me, Ninja Girl,? continued the Queenpin, ?if I let you go, will you do exactly as I say??
The brave heroine, unwilling to give in to her tormentor, tried to fight back the ever increasing pain on her hands. Not wanting to show the Queenpin the suffering on her face, she let her head slump forward to conceal the tears welling in her big, brown eyes.
?Look at me, bitch!? snarled the villainess, suddenly switching her grip, so she ensnared both Ninja Girl?s hands in one of her own, pinning the heroine?s slim wrists together, holding them overhead in her pudgy left hand while her right hand reached down to grab the heroine.
The Queenpin seized Ninja Girl?s head by her mop of short brown hair and yanked the young girl?s pain-filled face upward. Looking up at her captor, Ninja Girl struggled to hold back her tears, trembling on her knees before the obese gangster.
?Listen to me, Ninja Girl,? said the Queenpin, still maintaining both her grips upon the heroine, ?You?ll do what I tell you or suffer the consequences.?
?N...Never...? moaned the teenage crimefighter weakly.
The Queenpin finally released her grip on the young superheroine?s wrists, though she still maintained her hold on the teenager?s hair. Quickly, the fat woman pulled back her free left hand and viciously slapped Ninja Girl across her lovely face with such force, the heroine would have been hurled across the room if not for the Queenpin?s grip on her hair.
The villainess continued her assault, shouting, ?You?ll do -SMACK!- as you are told -SMACK!- or else -SMACK!- suffer the -SMACK!- consequences - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!?
Ninja Girl?s head rocked back and forth from the brutal pummeling as a trickle of blood dripped from her quivering lips. The beaten young girl could do nothing but whimper helplessly in torment. Finally, when she could take no more, the battered teen cried out, ?S...Stop! Ungh! N...No more! D...Don?t h...hit me anymore...Sniff! Ohhh...?
Staying her hand, the Queenpin loomed over the weakened heroine. The towering villainess proclaimed, ?Very well, my little Ninja Slut! First, strip off that spandex costume of yours so I can see your puny little body!?
Still kneeling before her ruthless foe, the overcome heroine balked at this indignity. ?Y...You can?t be serious. I...?
Savagely, the Queenpin slammed the powerless teenage crimefighter on to her back, snarling, ?You had better learn to obey quickly, Ninja Whelp! My patience is not without limits. If I must, I will undress you myself.?
With that, the massive lady gangster began to strip the helplessly cowering superheroine, yanking Ninja Girl?s black spandex shorts down her trembling legs, then removing the heroine?s black spandex halter top, dropping the garments on the floor, leaving the quaking, humiliated crimefighteress totally naked, save for her black mask.
?S...Stop! Please stop!? moaned the shivering superheroine, who vainly attempted to cover up her demeaning nudity by modestly placing her hands across her breasts and over her groin.
?That?s better,? said the Queenpin. ?Now, I want you to crawl for me, bitch! Crawl like a whipped cur!?
Doggedly, the beaten heroine shook her head in refusal, even as her eyes welled with tears of fear and humiliation.
Enraged, the Queenpin again grabbed the cowering female crimefighter by her short brown hair and once more slapped her across the face. She then hurled Ninja Girl?s limp, helpless body across the room where she crashed into the wall.
Laying huddled in the corner, battered and demeaned beyond all endurance, the horrified heroine cried out, ?Please! Please, no more...Sob! Please d...don?t h...hurt me any more! Ohhh! Please stopppp!?
?Then crawl back over here, slave! Or I?ll give you much worse!? ordered the crimeboss.
Whimpering in defeat, knowing she was completely helpless and within her worst enemy?s power, the once-brave young girl began to shamefully crawl upon her hands and knees like an infant. Her small body wracked by sobs of terror, the shattered superheroine slowly made her way across the office toward the Queenpin. But the gangster took great pleasure in this humiliating form of torture, walking away from the helpless heroine, forcing Ninja Girl to degradingly crawl around the office, following the Queenpin as if she were a dog chasing after her master.
Finally, the Gangster stopped in the middle of the room, allowing Ninja Girl to finally catch up to her. The sobbing teen knelt before her conqueror, weeping pathetically in embarrassment at how low she had sunk. But the Queenpin was far from through with her defenseless captive.
The crimeboss shoved the heroine backwards. Ninja Girl toppled over, flat on to her back, her arms and legs weakly splayed at her sides in helpless submission. The Queenpin then knelt down on the floor, placing herself between the cringing crimefighter?s lithe legs, smiling down at the terrified little heroine.
?Now, Ninja Girl,? said the criminal, ?It?s time I see just what you?re made of on the inside.?
?Wh...What are you talking a...about? Sniff! What are you g...going to doooo...? cried the frightened young girl.
With deliberate malice, the Queenpin leaned forward, placing her massively fat face between the defenseless superheroine?s trembling little legs.
Feeling the criminals obscene breath upon her exposed genitals, Ninja Girl gasped in shock and horror, crying out, ?Nooo! Sob! Please! Please don?t t...touch me there...Sob! Please don?t! Not thattttt! Wahhhhh!? But the helpless heroine could do nothing but writhe in impotent torment as she felt the Queenpin?s horrid mouth touch her most private areas, her teeth horrifyingly nibbling at the poor abused teenager?s outer labia, even as her tongue gradually pushed inside the terrified young superheroine.
?Ahhhh!!!? shrieked the frightened crimefighter as the Queenpin bore down upon her, suddenly shoving her tongue deep inside the cowering girl?s vagina, wriggling it around, licking and lapping at the heroine in the most demeaning fashion. The massive criminal wrapped her arms around the defenseless teenager?s slim, quaking legs, preventing the terrified superheroine from slithering away as she continued her oral rape of the pathetically sobbing young girl.
?Unngghh!? cried Ninja Girl. ?Stop! Please, Queenpin! Please, I?m b...b...begging youuu...Sob! Please stop this...s...s...Sobbbb!!!?
But the Queenpin would not relent until she had her fill of sucking up the taste of the helpless heroine, reducing the once-proud Ninja Girl to a pitifully cowering little girl in the process. Finally, having her fill of the heroine, the Queenpin raised her head up and looked into the sobbing teenager?s fear-filled face.
?Now, Ninja Whore,? pronounced the Queenpin, ?It is time you serviced me!?
Laying on the floor paralyzed with fright, Ninja Girl was at first uncomprehending. But gradually, horrifying realization dawned on her. ?Wh...What do you mean? Sob! What... No! You can?t m...mean... Please! Please no! Not that! Sob! Please don?t make me... don?t make me...Wahhhhh?
?Yes, Ninja Slut,? said the Queenpin, rising from the prone girl and removing her sumo-style loincloth, ?lick me!?
?NOOOO!? screamed the horrified heroine, shaking her head and balking at this last, final indignity.
?You still dare to try and disobey me, bitch?!? said the Queenpin. ?I?ll teach you your place, cunt!?
Savagely, the Queenpin dropped down her full 600 pound weight directly atop the helplessly crushed superheroine, trapping the young crimefighter?s small, vulnerable body beneath her oppressive bulk.
?Unngghh!? gasped Ninja Girl, as the last breath was mercilessly forced from her pathetically abused body, ?no... please... stop... ahhhh...?
Laying flat, atop the pitifully gasping superheroine, the Queenpin said, ?So, my dear little Ninja Slut, have you ever wanted to taste yourself??
The heroine?s eyes bulged wide with fright as she stared up into the cruel face of her gigantic tormentor. ?No! Please! I... Ummblghm!? Ninja Girl was cut off as the Queenpin forced her mouth down upon the crimefighter?s mouth, shoving her wretched tongue deep into the helplessly squirming girl?s throat.
Finally, the Queenpin broke the sadistic kiss, easing her bulk off the cringing crimefighteress somewhat as she said, ?Are you ready to pleasure me like a good suck slave, Ninja Slut!?
Quaking in complete, numbing terror unlike anything she had ever known before, the superheroine surrendered her last shred of dignity and nodded her tear-filled face, whimpering in a tiny, little voice, ?Y...Yes...Sniff! I?ll do any... anything you want Q...Queenpin... Please... I?ll be g...good...Sniff!?
With that, the Queenpin stood erect, pulling the beaten, sniveling heroine to her knees by the hair and forcing her tearful face forward toward her horrid snatch.
Ninja Girl quivered in revulsion as she smelled the crime lord?s fetid, unwashed private parts. The once brave and mighty crimefighter wept openly at the shameful depths to which she had sunk, forced to pleasure her obscene, disgusting captor by performing oral sex, an act she had never dreamt of doing on a man, let alone a woman.
?P...Please...? groveled Ninja Girl, ?Please... no! I?m begging youuu...?
?Do it, superslave!? ordered the Queenpin, ruthlessly shoving Ninja Girl?s fresh, youthful face into her hairy pubic mound.
The superheroine wretched at the dreadful smell, fearfully extending her tongue to tentatively lap at the outside of the criminal?s vagina. But the Queenpin had no patience for such nervous foreplay, instead grabbing the cringing heroine by her ears and shoving her entire face forward until it was pressed against the gangster?s groin. She began squeezing and tearing at Ninja Girl?s ears, quickly goading the agonized female superhero into licking wildly at the purplish, drooping lips of the large woman?s vagina. Finally, able to take no more, just wanting this horrible torture to be over, the shattered superheroine forced her pink little tongue deep into the Queenpin?s wretched cavern, licking away as best she could.
When the crimeboss felt Ninja Girl?s warm little tongue touch her large clitoris, she pressed the helpless heroine?s head even deeper into her pubic mound, smothering the teenager who was forced to lap even harder. The captive heroine began to gag reflexively as the sour taste of the Queenpin?s unwashed private parts filled her mouth. Ninja Girl cried softly to herself, even as she continued to lick away like a fearful puppy, knowing she had sunk to the depth of complete, helpless submission.
Finally, after several minutes of enjoying the cowering heroine?s whimpering ministrations, the Queenpin experienced what was, for her, a rare orgasm, her whole huge body spasming, squirting some of her vaginal juices onto the horrified teenager?s exposed face, even as her massive thighs contracted around Ninja Girl?s head, crushing the defenseless superheroine until her trembling body went slack, nearly passing out.
At the last moment, however, the Queenpin released her hold on Ninja Girl, allowing the semi-conscious crimefighter to collapse helplessly to the ground like a limp rag doll. The overwhelmed superheroine lay defenseless on the floor as her molester replaced her loincloth. Then the Queenpin turned her attention back to the cowering little crimefighteress.
?And now, my little Ninja tongue slave,? intoned the massive crime lord, ?it is time to end your interference once and for all.?
With that, the Queenpin raised her beefy arm to deliver one final, finishing blow to the helpless superheroine.
Laying on her bed, Jenny Williams, AKA the teenage crimefighter The Red Avenger, stared up in horror at her newfound ?friend? Molestra. She had invited the other girl over for a slumber party only to discover Molestra was the notorious Sinner City University campus rapist. Now, having drugged Jenny into helplessness, the older girl loomed over the redheaded teenager sporting a humongous strap-on dildo.
?Say hello to my ?little friend,?? taunted Molestra.
Cringing helplessly on her own bed, her head still swimming from the date rape drug she?s unwittingly ingested, bruised and battered from trying to resist her attacker, Jenny whimpered, ?N...No... Gasp! P...Please... you can?t! Please... just leave. Go away and... and I p...promise not to t...tell anyone... Sniff! Pleassse!?
?Oh no, slut. We?re just getting started,? answered Molestra, mounting the bed to sit astride the defenseless heroine?s prone form.
?Y...You c...can?t do this to meeee... Sob!? cried Jenny, writhing desperately beneath her attacker.
?Just watch me, little girl.? With that, Molestra took hold of the thin tee-shirt that afforded Jenny some last bit of cover, grabbing the thin cotton material in both her strong hands and pulling it apart with a loud RIPPP!
Jenny cringed as the smooth, fair skin of her body was bared before her vicious captor. ?N...Nooo!? she whimpered. ?Stoppp!?
Jenny writhed and moaned wildly as Molestra leaned forward, taking the young heroine?s small but perfectly formed left breast into her mouth, sucking on it and nibbling away at the teenager?s pink little nipple, taut and erect with terror.
?No... no... no... no...? Jenny groaned over and over again in a drug-induced haze of fear and confusion. Then Molestra switched to the helpless girl?s right breast, drawing more pitiful protests from the horrified heroine?s lips.
Suddenly, Jenny?s limp body tensed up in even greater terror as she felt her savage attacker?s vile hands stroke down across her panty-covered crotch.
?Oh no... oh no... please, please don?t...? mewled the defenseless heroine as Molestra seized her last bit of scant covering and tore the white bikini brief panties from Jenny?s helpless form. ?Noooo!? wailed the powerless Red Avenger as she was now stripped completely naked before her terrible assailant.
?Oh come on, you know you want it,? taunted Molestra, rubbing the tip of her gigantic strap-on dildo across Jenny?s breasts.
The cowering Red Avenger writhed weakly beneath her attacker, as Molestra continued to grope the young girl?s nude body. The proud crimefighter was sniveling openly, both afraid and mortified by her situation - she, a mighty superheroine, the powerless victim of a mere teenage girl. Helplessly, she knew she had no choice but to scream for aid, hoping some passerby would hear her. It was utterly humiliating to the once-proud heroine to have to yell for help to be protected from the advances of a teenager in her own bedroom, but she was left with no choice.
?Heeelllppp! Someone please, heellpp meeee!? she howled wildly. Then she made the last humiliating cry. ?Help, rape! Raaapppe!!!?
The evil Molestra merely grinned down at her wildly pleading foe and said, ?Shut that big mouth of yours, slut!? Then shoved her massive dildo into the young girl?s mouth.
Jenny gagged and choked in helpless fear as the vile phallus was shoved deep into her throat, cutting off all air, bringing tears to her eyes.
As she felt herself about to black out, Molestra pulled the huge dildo partway from the Jenny?s mouth and said, ?Are you going to be quite now, or do I have to stick this all the way down your throat until you choke to death??
Blinking back her tears of fear and shame, Jenny nodded her head meekly. She sighed in relief as the large tool was pulled completely free of her mouth. Her relief was short-lived though, as Molestra repositioned herself, placing the tip of the gigantic dildo up against the entrance to Jenny?s tight, little, still-virgin, vagina.
?No, please...? the 17-year-old gasped. It was bad enough when a normal woman was raped but Jenny was a crimefighter, a powerful superheroine, always in control. The kind of woman who saved other girls from this fate. Now she found herself lying in her own bed, the victim of a brutal sexual assault, powerless to save herself. It would have been bad enough if this were some sort of supercriminal attacking her but to be beaten and demeaned so at the hands of a mere college girl was utterly humiliating. Between these thoughts and the powerful drugs in her system, the formerly strong and brave Red Avenger found herself in a downward spiral of sorrow and horror that only got worse as she felt Molestra begin to press forward with her humongous strap-on dildo.
Now at the point of complete submission and terror, Jenny surrendered her last shred of superheroine dignity as she begged this brutal teenage monster to spare her. ?Please, oh please! No more! I?m begging you... Sob! Pleassse! I?m a v...v...virgin! Please don?t take me like thissss!!!?
Molestra pushed her hips forward so just a half-inch of the massive dildo entered the cringing teen heroine, then stopped and said, ?What was that, Jen? I didn?t hear you. Were you begging your mistress??
The helpless superheroine knew the bitter dregs of complete fear and humiliation as she sobbed out, ?Y...Yes m...mistress... Sniff! P...Please don?t h...hurt me anymore... Sob! Please! I?ll b...be good! Please d...don?t r...r...rape meeeee!!! Sob! Sob! Sob!?
Molestra grinned in triumph, then rammed her body forward, impaling the young girl?s once virgin cunt on her massive, unyielding tool. Jenny shrieked in horror and agony as she felt her delicate hymen tear beneath the savage assault, her precious virginity ripped ruthlessly from her by a demented lesbian rapist.
Jenny squealed and writhed in helpless terror, feeling the huge phallus work its way inside her, painfully forcing itself down into her tight little hole. She sobbed in shame and fright as she felt a trickle of blood from her torn hymen leak from her abused vagina to stain the bed beneath her.
Still, Molestra forced more and more of the vicious instrument into the captive crimefighteress, finally pulling partway out, only to plunge back into Jenny?s pain filled cunt, pumping the young virgin over and over until Jenny, through her drug-induced stupor, felt her groin begin to spasm. Still, the merciless pounding continued. For Jenny, falling further under the influence of the date-rape drug, she began to slip into a nightmarish semi-conscious state, no longer aware of what was being done to her, only of the pain and fear she was experiencing.
Molestra grabbed hold of the young heroine?s slim hips, continuing to pump in and out of the Red Avenger?s degraded body, drawing small whimpers from the helpless teenage girl. She plunged the dildo into the shattered teen over and over, abrading Jenny?s pain-filled crotch until the near delirious girl felt her vagina was on fire before mercifully, finally losing consciousness. Still, the horrible rape continued long into the night.
Ninja Girl lay limply cowering at the feet of the Queenpin as the gigantic criminal raised her beefy arms overhead to deliver a final, crushing blow.
?No! Please don?t! Pleasssse...? whimpered the beaten superheroine, who could merely pull her lithe arms over her head in a gesture of utter submission.
Ready to finish her enemy for good, the Queenpin said, ?Say goodbye, Ninja G...?
BANG!
A small explosion of dazzling light and noise suddenly filled the Queenpin?s entire office, stunning the massive criminal into motionlessness.
?You are within my power, Queenpin,? called a hidden female voice. ?You may not move.?
Slowly, as the smoke and furor subsided, and the Queenpin remained frozen in place, a form emerged from the mist. It was the form of... the master ninja assassin, Bang Mi!
Standing before the mesmerized crimeboss, the oriental assassin weaved her hands in an intricate pattern while intoning the words, ?You can not resist the power of my ninja hypnosis, Queenpin. You must obey me.?
?Must... obey...? muttered the entranced Queenpin.
?I told you not to interfere in the dealings of the Kai,? continued Bang Mi. ?You hired our organization to eliminate Ninja Girl and this we will do, in our own time. But even though you hired us, we will brook no interference from you. It must be our assassins who kill her, no one else. It is a matter of honor. Do you understand??
?I... under... stand...? repeated the Queenpin.
?You will forget about tonight?s events. I will make sure your associates forget it as well. You will continue with your normal operations but will no longer target Ninja Girl. She is ours... when we please to move against her.?
?I... under... stand...? the Queenpin said again.
Looking up from her dazed and beaten position on the floor, Ninja Girl moaned, ?Wh... What? Who are you??
Quickly working her hypnosis on Ninja Girl, who was too battered to put up any resistance, Bang Mi said, ?You shall also forget all the events of this evening and return to your normal crimefighting duties. All you will remember is that you won a great battle over the forces of evil tonight. That will explain why you are so sore in the morning. Do you understand, Ninja Girl.?
?I... under... stand...? said Ninja Girl in a mesmerized voice.
?Good,? said Bang Mi, picking up Ninja Girl and carrying her from the Queenpin?s office. ?I shall leave you in a place of safety and when next we meet, I shall have revenge upon you and your friend the Red Avenger for the capture of our agent, Iron Breast. For no one can long resist the power of the Kai! Hahahaha!?
?Please... No morrre! Sob! Please, no more!? whimpered the beaten Guardianess as the sadistic Stalkeress hauled her to her feet.
Rearing back with her right hand, a look of wild insanity in her eyes, the villainess shouted, ?No mercy for you, bitch!? Then slammed a devastating blow into the side of the helpless superheroine?s head, sending the costumed crimefighteress toppling over the railing of the ship, plunging down into the darkened waters of Sinner City Harbor.
The Stalkeress stepped to the railing and scanned the water?s surface. When she saw no sign of life below her, she turned and left the ship?s deck, fading into the night.
It was just after 11 a.m. when Diane entered the chic Cafe La Femme restaurant, located across from City Hall. She had spent the morning in a meeting with local civic and business figures trying to iron out plans for starting up a series of drug rehab clinics throughout town. It had been difficult convincing the local leaders that the way to fix Sinner City was from the bottom up. They believed the tide of drug use, particularly this new drug, BTS, was too strong to combat.
Eventually Diane?s confident, persuasive demeanor won out and she had been able to get everyone to agree to a multi-million dollar plan, financed in part by her own Franco Foundation. It wasn?t much, but it was a start, the attractive heiress thought as the maitre de led her to a secluded table in the rear of the restaurant. Penny Capshaw was already seated there, waiting for her.
?Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Capshaw,? said Diane, sitting down across from the other woman. ?My meeting with the local civic leaders took longer than I expected.?
?That?s alright, Ms. Franco. And please, call me Penny,? said the other woman, taking a notebook and pencil from her pocketbook.
?And you can call me Diane,? said the dark-haired heiress. She didn?t really want publicity but Diane knew her Foundation?s plan to improve Sinner City could use all the help she could muster. Thus she agreed to a rare personal interview with the Sinner City Herald?s star reporter, Penny Capshaw.
?Okay, Diane,? began the journalist, looking at her notebook, ?first I?d just like to make sure my background information on you is correct.?
?Fine.?
?Let?s see, you?re 28, just moved to Sinner City from California, single, one sister...?
?Um-hm,? nodded Diane.
?You?ve got quite a remarkable biography. At age 12 you were the national all-around gymnastics champion??
?That was a while ago,? said Diane, modestly.
?They said you could have been an Olympic gold medalist, but you gave it up suddenly. Why was that??
?Well... other things came up... and you know how kids are. I guess I sort of lost interest,? Diane answered, evasively.
Penny continued, still reading from her notes, ?Then it says here, you began training and competing in martial arts??
?That?s right.?
?And you won the national championships in both karate and judo. Wait, this can?t be right. I have in my notes that you won not only the adult women?s national championships but the adult men?s national championships in both karate and judo when you were just 16??
?I guess I was precocious for my age,? said Diane.
?I should say so. But again, you quit competition when you had just reached the top. Why??
Diane shrugged, ?Well... you know... I was going to college and didn?t have too much time.?
?Yes, I see you had a triple major. You got advanced degrees in chemistry, electronics and criminal science? That?s an odd combination.?
?Oh, they were just things that interested me.?
?Now let me just ask you a little about your family, if I may,? said Penny.
Diane shifted a bit in her chair, appearing just a little uncomfortable. She wished they could get to the topics of interest, the things that would benefit Sinner City. ?Sure,? she said.
?I found in my research, that you come from one of the wealthiest families on the west coast, but your parents were killed when you were just 12-years-old.?
?That?s right,? said Diane, showing no emotion on her face or in her voice.
?A gang of female urban terrorists, known in California as the Femi-Nazis, broke into your family?s home one night and held you all captive??
?Yes,? said Diane, still showing no emotion. She had relived that night too many times to become overwrought about it in front of a reporter.
Penny looked at Diane expecting the heiress to finish the story. Diane sighed a bit, then said, ?Yes, these women broke into our home and murdered my parents while my sister and I hid out of sight and watched. When one of these Femi-Nazis was about to find my hiding place, my sister came into the open to distract them. The Femi-Nazis raped her and then broke her back while I continued to hide and watch. Then they left. Stephanie is in a wheel chair to this day.?
?Oh, I?m so sorry,? said Penny without looking up as she wrote furiously in her notebook. ?I guess that explains why you suddenly quit gymnastics around that time.?
?In a way,? said Diane.
?So you inherited your family?s fortune and are now using it philanthropically...?
?That?s right,? answered Diane, relieved they could now get to the important matters. ?It?s why I?m here in Sinner City, to help people.?
Jenny woke up at midday tired and sore. When she tried to sit up, all she felt was a throbbing in her temples. The young redhead lay back down on her bed and tried to remember what she had been doing the previous evening and why she felt so terrible.
With growing anxiety, the teenage girl realized she couldn?t remember. She had invited her new friend Molly for a sleep over the previous night but from there, the evening was a blank. She looked around her room seeing her clothes scattered across the floor and realizing she was lying in bed naked. Trying harder to remember the previous evening, all that came to her were lurid, scattered images of herself, naked... of Molly, naked... of... the two of them...
The teen heroine began to tremble a bit. Beneath her, the sheets felt a little crusty. As she looked down, between her legs, Jenny saw what appeared to be a bit of dried blood on the bed. Gasping, the young girl known to the world as the Red Avenger also noted the extreme soreness emanating from her pubic area.
Tentatively, she lowered one hand down to her groin, gently probing the tender region. ?It can?t be,? Jenny thought to herself in growing worry. ?I couldn?t have... We couldn?t... No...?
Suddenly, Jenny threw herself back down upon the pillows of her bed, curling up into a fetal position and sobbing quietly to herself.
Some time later, Cindy stopped by Jenny?s house. She was anxious to discuss her crimefighting activities the previous night. Ninja Girl had found herself awakening at dawn near the Sinner City museum. Beside her lay the precious Hopeless diamond. The heroine had some vague recollections of battling some of the Queenpin?s goons for the diamond - and, of course, winning - but her memories were hazy. She hoped by talking things out with her partner, the Red Avenger, she might better understand what had happened. But all thoughts of her own problems instantly fled as the front door opened and Cindy took a look at her friend, Jenny Williams.
?Jen, what?s wrong?? the brown-haired heroine blurted out.
Standing in the doorway to her mother?s house, Jenny Williams, normally cool, confident and vibrant looked something of a mess. Her long red hair was disheveled, her eyes were puffy from crying, and all she wore was an old bathrobe.
?N...Nothing?s wr... wrong,? sniffed Jenny, turning away from the door and trudging back into her living room. Cindy followed, closing the front door behind her.
?Of course, something?s wrong. Please, tell me about it,? said Cindy, all thoughts of her own problems gone from her mind.
Jenny had plopped herself down on the couch and Cindy sat next to her. The redhead was shaking a bit as she said, ?Well, you know last night how I had M...Molly over for a kind of slumber party?? Cindy nodded her head in affirmation. ?Well, I c...can?t remember exactly what happened but... but I think we... I mean I think... I... the two of us... Ohhh Cindy... Sob!?
The redhead suddenly collapsed against her friend, crying loudly as the other girl stroked her hair, calming her.
After a while, Jenny composed herself enough to tell Cindy everything she could remember about the previous evening. When she had finished, she slumped back against the couch and said, ?I... I don?t know what to do. I never expected something like this to happen. I must have been drunk to make love to... another girl. I... I?ve never even had sex with a boy. I was... was waiting until I got married. Now... I mean I never thought of girls like that... I never thought I was... You know...?
Thinking things through, Cindy finally said, ?Jenny, I don?t think this is your fault. What you?re describing to me sounds an awful lot like the reports I?ve heard from several of the women on campus at Sinner City University who claim to have been victims of this campus rapist. The rapist apparently uses some sort of date rape drug that effects their memories. But a few of the victims have sketchy memories of what happened to them... kind of like you...?
?You mean... Molly...?? said the redheaded heroine, letting this new information set in. As her realization grew, at first she felt complete shame and humiliation. But gradually, these feelings were replaced by an anger unlike anything she had ever known. Finally, the Red Avenger stood up and said, ?If you?re right, we?ve got to stop this bitch!?
?I?m with you, Jenny,? said Ninja Girl, rising to stand by her partner?s side.
Deep in the sub-sub-basement of the mysterious mansion that housed the organization known as The Savage Sisterhood of Sapho, the Stalkeress sat in a private, closed door meeting with the criminal group?s leader, the enigmatic Number One.
?You deliberately, disobeyed my instructions,? said an obviously displeased Number One.
?I don?t know what you?re talking about,? replied the Stalkeress. ?You said you wanted her taught a lesson and that is what I did.?
?Don?t lie to me,? snapped the hooded figure of Number One. ?I gave you explicit instructions that the Guardianess was not to be permanently harmed.?
?So??
?So my preliminary reports tell me that earlier this morning, the body of a costumed woman, later identified as the superheroine the Guardianess, washed up on the shore of Sinner City Harbor.?
?Well what?s one dead superheroine, more or less?? answered the Stalkeress calmly.
?She?s not even dead, you incompetent fool,? shouted Number One.
?What?!? screamed the Stalkeress, rising from her seat, angered not only by Number One?s tone but by this news.
?Sit down,? said Number One, regaining her composure. She knew it would ruin everything at this point if she were forced into a confrontation with the Stalkeress and made to eliminate the Number Three of her organization. When the Stalkeress sat down again, Number One continued, ?Yes. It seems the Guardianess is at Sinner City Hospital in a severe coma from which she is not expected to recover. You were quite sloppy on several accounts, Stalkeress.?
?Do you want me to go down there and finish the job??
?No! I... I mean they, the police, have had to place guards round the clock on her room.?
?That?s no problem,? said the Stalkeress casually.
?I said no! Our organization has been trying to operate in the shadows, unobserved. By disobeying me you have jeopardized everything we have worked for. Do not make this mistake again. Now go,? said Number One in dismissal.
Angered, the Stalkeress exited the meeting room. But the villainess managed to control her rage. For she too, realized the time was not quite right for a confrontation. But one of these days, it would be...
The costumed criminal?s dark thoughts were just then disturbed as a small cellular phone that she kept with her at all times suddenly beeped. She turned it on to see who it was...
The tall, powerful college freshman known as Molestra had led the innocent looking blonde girl back to her dorm room at Sinner City University that evening.
?Why don?t you sit down and make yourself comfortable,? Molestra told her new friend. ?I?ll make us some drinks. Then we can relax and you can tell me all about the trouble with your boyfriend.?
?Thanks, Molly,? replied the blonde girl. ?I sure am glad I met you and you invited me back here to talk.?
Paying no attention to her guest, Molestra mixed two drinks together in the small kitchen alcove of the dorm room, surreptitiously emptying a small vial of liquid into one of the drinks.
But unbeknownst to either girl, two pairs of eyes were watching them.
Suspended from ropes directly outside the dorm room?s window, the two masked superheroines, The Red Avenger and Ninja Girl, watched the proceedings. When they saw Molestra empty the vial of drugs into one of the drinks, and then offer it to her guest, the twin heroines sprung into action.
The masked duo crashed through the dorm room window, shocking Molestra and her guest, who dropped her drink in surprise.
?What?s going on?? gasped the blonde girl.
?What?s going on is this,? said the Red Avenger, quickly explaining to the blonde college girl what Molestra had in mind for her. When she was done, the superheroine said, ?We?ll need you to testify against her.?
?No way,? said the blonde girl standing up and exiting the room. ?This is too weird for me. I?m out of here.?
?So,? said Molestra, ?No witness against me. You two bitches might as well leave now, before I call the campus police.?
?Why don?t you do that,? answered the Red Avenger, standing there confidently, her fists on her slim, bikini?d hips. ?And then they can look around and I?m sure they?ll find all sorts of nasty drugs that you?ve been using on innocent girls.?
?You bitches think you?re such hot stuff, don?t you. Well you don?t look so tough to me. I could take you!?
?You?re welcome to try,? answered Ninja Girl, stepping off to one corner of the room. ?She?s all your?s, Red Avenger.?
Advancing forward angrily, Molestra said, ?Alright, red. I?m going to kick your ass!?
The Red Avenger calmly awaited the larger girl?s charge, sidestepping at the last moment and allowing Molestra to run face first into a wall.
Dazed, the would-be rapist turned around and screamed, ?I?ll get you, bitch!?
She again charged the Red Avenger, who stood her ground, planting a sidekick in the pit of Molestra?s stomach. The college freshman doubled over, but still had fight left in her. She swung a powerful punch at the heroine?s head, but the crimefighter easily ducked it, countering with a punch of her own to Molestra?s face.
The Red Avenger followed up with a kick to the head, two more punches, and a knee strike. She pounded Molestra across the room, taking her savage vengeance upon the girl who had demeaned her so. Finally, her anger sated, the superheroine let up in her attack. But though she was battered, Molestra had not had enough.
Swaying unsteadily on her feet, the brunette rapist muttered, ?I?ll get you yet, bitch!?
Showing pity, even for so vile a foe, The Red Avenger said, ?You?re beaten Molestra. Don?t make it any worse on yourself.?
?Go to hell!? shouted Molestra, again attacking with a huge roundhouse punch.
The Red Avenger blocked the punch of the larger girl, feeling it jar her just a bit, then countered with one of her own, again dropping Molestra. ?Boy, if she were any larger or more skilled, this would really be a tough fight,? thought the redhead as her foe again tried to regain her feet.
Once more, Molestra lunged forward to get at her enemy. But the Red Avenger again sidestepped, sending Molestra sprawling on the floor of the dorm room where she finally remained.
As the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl turned to leave the room, Molestra moaned, ?I?ll get you bitches. I?ll... I?ll get my big sister after you! That will show you!?
The two heroines couldn?t help but laugh at this threat as they left the room by the window. Just before she exited, the Red Avenger said, ?If I were you, I?d worry about other things. When the authorities find out what you?ve been doing here, you?ll be expelled from the University and face criminal charges. Good night, Molly.?
Left alone in her room, the battered Molestra continued to moan, ?I?ll get my big sister on you. She?ll get you bitches.? Finally, when she could move, she dragged herself over to the telephone and dialed a private number.
?Yes,? said the Stalkeress into her cellular phone.
?It?s me, sis,? came the voice on the other end.
?What is it? I told you never to call me at this number unless it was an emergency,? answered the Stalkeress.
?I?ve got to see you right away. I need your help, sis.? came the voice on the phone.
The Stalkeress sighed, then said, ?Very well, Molestra.?
Diane Franco awoke early the next morning. She had been on the go since her interview with Penny Capshaw, the previous afternoon, and had a lot more to accomplish. As she prepared breakfast, Diane grabbed the newspaper that sat by her front door, curious to see what the article about her drug clinic plan had to say. But her eye was caught by the headline that ran across the front page.
Diane?s slim fingers tightened around the paper, as she read the article. She felt a sense of anger and sickness unlike anything she had felt in some time. The beautiful, young heiress thought she was beyond all this. She thought she was past the anger that had caused her to seek out her own brand of justice. But looking at the morning newspaper, she knew things had not changed. Diane knew that as much as she might like, she could no longer hide from the truth. Sinner City was a town in need of help, more help than a well meaning, philanthropic heiress could provide. This was a town in need of a savior.
Diane looked down one last time at the newspaper headline that blared, ?Superheroine, Guardianess, Savagely Assaulted! Doctors Say Coma Irreversible!?
Diane felt like crying, but she didn?t. Here was a girl, this Guardianess, who had risked herself to clean up this city while Diane sat on the sidelines. Well no more, the heiress told herself. She knew what had to be done. And she knew she was the only person who could do it.
Diane knew she was the only thing that could stand between the darkness and the light...
NEXT TIME:
THE SAVAGE SISTERHOOD?S RIVALRY WITH THE RED AVENGER AND NINJA GIRL FINALLY COMES TO A BOIL!
MEET NUMBER FOUR!
AND A LEGEND RETURNS!
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