Crimson Flare: Apes Grab for Power
by marat
Chapter Ten
When her wrists were freed, Crimson Flare could feel, through a drug-induced
haze, the pain diminish in her chest. But the powerful drug did not allow
her to focus on her renewed strength, or to use it to escape. She had to
struggle to raise her head, and as she looked around her, she saw only bare
bulbs, naked wooden slats in the walls, and dusty furniture.
The sagging form of the Guardian of Mitropoulos sat in the center of the
floor. Her tights had long been torn from her, ragged remains peeking from
beneath her all-to-famous costume and from the tops of the scuffed black
leather boots; her bare legs were drawn up and her body swayed slowly under
the bare bulbs suspended from the ceiling. The sequins on the crimson-and-gold
uniform glittered as reflected light winked off the slowly rocking torso.
Her black belt loosely circled her waist. The tip of the useless baton touched
the hard wood, lifting one side of the usually loose-fitting leather strap
higher up and away from her body. Gloved arms hung uselessly to the floor,
where hands with fingers splayed rested but provided no support for the battered
Champion of Women. The top of her head was covered by the shiny black vinyl
cowl and the familiar black vinyl mask again concealed her identity. She
stared dully at the floor; nothing around her seemed to register on her
consciousness. Her breathing was shallow, and rapid, as if the heroine had
just completed a long-distance race, and loud, through her mouth and rasping
in her throat. The exposed areas of her body were streaked in sweat and dirt,
all the product of the beatings and rapes she had endured since her capture
days before. Her shoulders quivered; Crimson Flare had lost all pretense
of heroism now, and she struggled only to prevent her sobs from becoming
audible.
The floor on which she sat was old and rough, the filthy, bare boards showing
all the evidence of years of scuffling musicians moving to and from these
classrooms and practice rooms. The Maid of Mitropoulos had been driven by
Nancys kicks and tugs to one of the larger rehearsal halls. Behind
her, against one of the inner walls of the building, a series of risers,
as for a chorus, had been built into the rooms architecture. Nancy
now stood on the second level, looking disdainfully down upon the shattered
form of Americas Darling.
How Nancy had longed for this moment! It had taken days to accomplish this!
This was the scene of which she
had dreamed since Chan had deserted her. Chan had left
herherfor this sequined
slut. Now look at her! Right in front of her very eyes sat the great Crimson
Flare, Guardian of Mitropoulos, Maiden of Might. The heroine who had defeated
the powerful gangs of Mitropoulos, who had killed or captured some of the
smartest and toughest criminals Nancy had ever known or heard of. There she
was, battered and broken, sitting, helpless, waiting for Nancy to decide
her fate. The redhead had watched the beating and rape of this heroine;
she had seen her humiliated at Apes hands; and she had, in a final
coup de grace, injected Chans
serum into the beaten, battered body of this
this Champion of
Women.
Dont look a Champion, now, eh, Crimson Flare? she taunted.
Well, you were certainly never
my Champion, anyway, you
know.
But, of course, you knew that, didnt you? You always knew that
there were some who didnt admire you. A lot of men who saw you as something
to be feared, a threat, and who hated you for that. She took a step
down the elevated platforms toward her prisoner. Did you ever know
how many cops despised you? Did you know how many of the top ranks of the
Police Department wanted you out of the way? How many of the cops on the
streets would have loved to see what I saw these last few days? The
GREAT CRIMSON FLARE! Beaten up and raped! By a common criminal!
And a stupid one, at that! Man, they would get a laugh out of
that.
What Im about to do could be considered a public service,
she said, softer, almost to herself. Wearing her usual blue denim outfit,
the redhead took another step down to the floor. She walked slowly around
Crimson Flare, like a lioness stalking her prey.
Ape and I used to talk about you, you know. He never saw anything more
than a sequined twat in a skimpy outfit. He used to talk about beating you,
raping you, like it would be the easiest thing in the world. He didnt
understand that you were actually stronger than he was. He couldnt
understand that there was anyone who was stronger than he was. She
was slowly approaching the small figure from behind.
Now look at you, she laughed. Nancy placed the sole of her boot
against Crimsons back and pushed, pushed just hard enough to send her
unresisting body flat onto the floor. A soft grunt issued from the helpless
throat of the costumed heroine. Then the criminal proceeded to again circle
her prone nemesis, demeaning her, plotting her demise.
Crimson Flare lay on her stomach, her arms stretched straight outward from
her shoulders. One satin glove had been pulled down, revealing her elbow
and the top of her forearm. Laying face down on the floor, small movements
of her head indicated that the heroine was trying to raise her eyes, even
though only a little was registering on her drug-addled brain. The remains
of her tights peered out from the tops of her black leather boots and from
the glittering edges of her costume. The colourless tatters softly reflected
the harsh light from the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Her perfect
legs were straight and spread slightly, offering a view of her petite,
magnificent ass.
Nancy continued to slowly circle her enemy. She stooped at the unresisting
heroines sagging head, where the redhead cupped the avengers
chin in her right hand, pulling the masked face from the floor. Looking deep
into the eyes behind the mask, Nancy saw only the beginnings of comprehension
faintly glimmering.
You still dont really understand how helpless you are. Lets
make it perfectly clear. She tightened her grip on Crimsons chin
and lifted. The unresisting Champion slowly rose up, following Nancy's tight
grip, pain shooting through her body. Ed! Morly!
The denim-clad redhead had raised Crimson Flare almost to her knees by using
her grip on the masked girls jaw. Now the two henchmen came up behind
her. A nod from Nancy was all they needed to roughly grab her arms and pull
her the rest of the way to her feet. Each inflicted a harsh chicken-wing
on the petite heroine and the two strong men planted their feet firmly, awaiting
orders. Her legs failed to support her and her body slumped in the grip of
the two hoodlums. Crimson simply hung in their grip, almost completely oblivious
to Nancys diatribe.
You see, Crimson Slut, right now I hold all the cards. I know that
the drug I gave you will prevent you from using your strength against us
for a long time to come. I know that your desire for sex is stronger now
than before, since the sexual weakness that we created in you will allow
us to take advantage of you regardless of your ability to resist. I know
that your scruples will not allow you to use your full strength against us
in any case. And I know
she paused and moved closer, pressing
her chest against Crimson Flares.
that is, you showed me earlier
Nancy gently tugged
the crimson-and-gold costume away from her captives chest and reached
her hand down the opened top.
how receptive you were
Again, her fingers played across the surface of Crimson Flares breast,
gliding smoothly in small circles around the nipple, which would begin to
harden, Nancy knew.
to a little stimulation.
A shudder gripped Crimson Flares body. The petite form of the Champion
was rocked by spasms that she could not control. Her body was beyond the
control of her drug-clouded mind.
What gripped her now was created by Nancys capacity to raise any victim
to erotic heights. Nancys delicate touch, her facility with the erotic
sensibilities of both men and women, a result of her experience and her knowledge
of how precisely to drive any partner to stratospheric levels of ecstasy,
all combined to overwhelm the helpless heroine. Even without the drug, Crimson
would have been hard-pressed to maintain her usual composure. For the unwilling
young woman, to some extent it was as if she were watching herself being
seduced.
I think this is going to be fun, Nancy said. Ive
waited for this opportunity for months. Your death will be delayed only long
enough for me to enjoy it. And I look forward to enjoying it for a long,
long time She looked at her henchmen who held the unresisting avenger.
Morly, get the camera! And Ed, youre about to be rewarded. You
and I will get her first. The shaven-headed giant smiled at his forlorn
partner. Morly, when we're through, you'll have her all to yourself.
This seemed to mollify the other thug, as he smiled at the
prospect.
One hulking hoodlum left the room but quickly returned with a camera as large
as those used at local TV stations for their news coverage. Morly hefted
it onto his shoulder and squinted through the viewer, lining up the opening
shot. He seemed to be adept at using the equipment, as he made a few small
adjustments to ensure focus and clarity. He handed a microphone to Nancy,
who indicated that he should begin his take with Crimson Flares boots.
As Morly panned up the restrained, quivering form of Mitropoulos Guardian,
Nancy spoke clearly and rapidly into the mike.
You no doubt recognise this heroine, even before you see her masked
face and cowled head. Yes, dear viewers, this is Americas Darling,
the Maid of Mitropoulos
Crimson Flare. But I doubt youve ever
seen her like this. Watch, gentle viewers, and see the true nature of your
heroine. She set microphone aside and ordered Ed, Strip her!
Then put her there! She pointed to a table, large enough to be a ping-pong
table, but thickly padded. Around the edges of the blue surface, a single
flat cushion about two inches thick formed a smooth perimeter.
Morly kept the camera at a distance so as to capture the entire spectacle,
only zooming in on the appropriate regions of the heroines body as
they were revealed. For his part, Ed, at first self-conscious about being
on-camera, fumbled as he undid the black leather belt that rested on top
of her hips. He had to push the unresisting heroine up against the wall behind
her to finally remove it and the holster holding her charged weapon. That
done, he quickly pulled the glittering uniform off Crimson Flares body.
Once again, the Maid of Mitropoulos found herself naked before her enemies,
save for the tattered remains of her colourless tights. Then even those forlorn
remains were torn from the humbled Champion, as Ed completed his task. The
unseen audience that was expected to view the heroines defeat and torment
was given extreme close-ups of first her breasts and then the dark brown
hair that covered her sex. Morlys camera dwelt on the latter in particular.
Nancys shaven-headed accomplice, Ed, then rushed the powerless Champion
of Women toward the table. As he neared the padded pedestal, he simply tossed
the hapless heroine toward the waiting surface. When she landed, on her back,
the pain shooting through her ribs was so severe that it pierced her clouded
brain. Crimson Flare winced visibly. Morlys camera caught the pained
expression on her face, then slowly panned down her body.
Get as much as you can to make clear that she is the real Crimson
Slut, Morly. I want to post pictures on CRIMNET and make copies of the video
for sale. We have a built-in audience. Nancy walked directly to the
black bag that sat on the floor. She picked it up and carried it to the table
where Ed stood guard over the dazed heroine. Reaching in, the redheaded criminal
removed, one after another, a collection of menacing instruments whose purpose
was at present unclear. I think youll enjoy this, she said
quietly. Neatly setting the implements in a row along the edge of the table,
she looked like an operating room nurse preparing instruments for
surgery.
Hold her arms! The large goon at the head of the table immediately
obeyed, stretching Crimsons arms outward and upward in a sort of crucifix.
By extending her arms like that, pain again shot through the avengers
ribs. The combination of the drug and the release from her bonds may have
reduced the agony, but the helpless heroine nevertheless could feel shafts
of white pain wrapping around her chest. While her captive was thus restrained,
Nancy plucked up a collar, to which was attached a long leather thong, barbed
with small metal studs. In a matter of moments, it tightly circled the soft
and lovely throat of the masked maiden. Through the haze that was only too
slowly clearing, the beautiful Guardian of Mitropoulos felt her airways
constricted and she gagged. And she also could feel the first barbs of coming
humiliation. Morly continued capturing the entire event.
Kinda tight, isnt it, superheroine? Pain is not registering much
on your consciousness now, so I figured that, in order to get your attention,
I needed to threaten you with something else. She pulled at the leash,
raising the Champion toward her. Weakly, Crimson tried to pull free of the
powerful arms that restrained her own, to get her fingers under the collar
that ringed her neck. Unable to do so, her breathing became deeper, harsher.
Beneath her mask, her eyes widened. Not knowing what was happening, she tried
to speak.
No, she whispered. Help
me.
She was not in real danger of dying, of course. Nancy would certainly not
allow that. But Americas Darling believed that she was being starved
of oxygen and even the painful broken rib did not stop her from gasping for
every breath. Nancy first smiled, and then chuckled at the heroines
desperation.
Lets see what else we have for decoration, she said, her
eyes passing over the collection of options before her. Ah, yes.
She picked up a pair of nipple clamps connected by a silver chain. The redhead
placed the first clamp over the light pink nipple that centered the aureole
on the near side of the Champions chest. Screwing the clamp tight,
Nancy smiled as the organ reddened. The camera continued to capture the
degradation of the Champion of
Mitropoulos.
Aaaaaahhhhhhhh,
Americas Darling sighed. Please
ple-please, don't do
thi
this. Morly smiled, as he knew the camera mike had captured
the pleas from the defeated young woman.
Oh, my dear, Im just starting. The camera mike picked up
Nancys soft response clearly. Through the lens, Morly watched the tight
denim stretch across Crimsons weakly struggling form. Morly focused
on Nancys hands as she placed the second tit into the waiting clamp.
The criminal leader seemed to thoroughly enjoy tightening the clamp around
the unresisting nodule. The light pink quickly turned a brighter red, as
the cameraman changed the focus from Nancys pale hand as it darted
out of the frame to the round swelling that topped Crimson Flares breast.
He tracked along the silver chain that lay across the petite heroines
chest. Nancys hand re-entered the frame as she fingered its tiny links.
Yes, this is just the beginning, she said. The silver links
disappeared into her fist as the denim-clad villainess gripped the dangling
chain. They only look dainty, she said, pulling upward and stretching
the heroines round mounds into a more elliptical shape so that they
almost filled the frame.
Ngg-uugghhh! Crimson Flare moaned. Morly quickly pulled back
to capture more of the pained heroine.
Theyre actually quite strong. Here. Ill prove it to you.
And Nancy pulled the heroine all the way up to a sitting position as her
henchman released her arms. There was a sharp intake of breath from the Champion
of Women. Ooh, I'm sorry, Nancy smiled toothily. Did that
hurt? Morly tried to control himself. He realised that the images and
sounds he was capturing were worth their weight in gold.
Your susceptibility to pain is returning earlier than I expected. But
are you coordinated enough to fight back? She reached out her hand
and slapped the heroine across the face. The sound of the blow echoed in
the large rehearsal hall. The sound even jarred Morlys image as the
force of the blow surprised even him. But he should not have been surprised
by anything Nancy did, particularly in her treatment of this
captive.
The camera continued to roll and, out of camera range, Ed began to remove
his pants.
Crimson Flare tried to raise her hand to defend herself, but it only plopped
into her lap. When Nancy slapped her a second time, even more forcefully,
it rose only a few inches before falling, useless, back to rest atop her
bare thighs. No, I guess not, Nancy answered her own
question.
Good. Come with me. The redhead now simply pulled the unresisting
Maiden of Mitropoulos from the table. Crimson Flare stumbled over the blue
perimeter and dropped clumsily to her knees on the floor. Morly followed
closely, capturing what he imagined would be the utter humiliation of Crimson
Flare. The Champion of Women cried out as Nancy maintained her grip on the
links she was using as a handle on the superheroine. The redhead viciously
pulled Crimson back to her knees. Still confounded by Chans serum,
the masked Maiden was unable to resist. No, she whispered.
Ddont. Oh, god, dont. Ed followed, awaiting
his desired opportunity; Morly also followed, circling, capturing the full
extent of this spectacle.
Oh, yes, came the reply. Theres lots of pleasure
and pain in your future, heroine. Morly was ever so grateful that he
had remembered to engage the built-in microphone on the cameras
front.
The redheaded sadist now began pulling downward on the silver chain that
hung between the breasts of her captive. Down, you bitch, she
ordered, as she continued to drag the heroine lower. Kiss my
boot!
Crimson Flare bowed before her tormentor, pulled down by the clamps that
securely held her nipples. Though Nancy, too, went to one knee as she dragged
her enemy downward, Crimson Flare, dazed and powerless, lowered herself before
her enemy. Pleased with her opponents posture, Nancy released her hold
in the chain and took up the leash that dangled from Crimson Flares
neck. Wrapping it around her hand, she yanked the heroines head toward
her dusty tan boot. Kiss it, Crimson Slut.
Even through the effects of the drug that compelled her, Crimson Flare began
to feel a sharp pain in her chest.
Unable to resist, the masked face of the Champion of Women dipped toward
the floor. Morly knelt to capture the moment, knowing it would make this
video a treasured collectors piece.
Crimson Flares face closed toward the well-worn footwear of her tormentor.
Above her, she heard the order, Kiss it, Crimson Slut. Youve
lost! Youre beaten! Let everybody see it! Ive beaten
Crimson Flare!! Nancys eyes, madly wild, shone as she
wrapped the leash around and around her grip.
It was inevitable that the helpless Maiden of Mitropoulos should finally
bring her lips to the dirty leather. As soon as contact was made, Nancy screamed
at her captive, Kiss it, you bitch!! Kiss my
boot!! Morlys camera caught the slight puckering of Crimson
Flares lips as she did so.
Because of Chans serum, which disoriented the mind but also subordinated
the will, the heroine was faintly aware of what she was doing, but ultimately
so dazed that she could not resist the command. When Nancy shouted an order
to kiss it again, the deed, having been done once, was only a little easier
the second time.
Now, the sadistic redhead whispered harshly, lick it
clean. Morlys focus pushed in closer as Crimson Flares
tongue, first tentatively, then with increasing eagerness, performed the
commanded task. When the organ receded into her mouth, the heroine could
only swallow the offending detritus without complaint. Morlys camera
captured the instant in a tight close-up of the victims
face.
The masked Champion tasted the gritty sediment as her tongue passed across
the tan leather; the dirt and smears disappeared and line after line of aged
but pristine leather replaced it.
Again and again, Crimson Flare, Guardian of Mitropoulos, Champion
of Women, pressed her face close to her enemys foot, mouth wider and
tongue stretched further each time she renewed her demeaning
activity.
Nancy laughed triumphantly as she stared, almost unbelieving. Chans
serum had shown evidence of breaking the will of the men it had been tested
on, but they had usually been able to eventually resume their roles, at least
until they died. But this! Crimson Flare had the strength of a dozen
men. And yet
and yet she was obeying without question. Could it be
because she was a woman? The stuff had never been tested on a
woman.
Crimson Flare pressed her face around the sides of Nancys boot, still
licking away the dust and filth accumulated on the leather. Morly followed
her actions closely, recording completely the victory of his
mistress.
She loosened her grip on the leash, allowing herself to stand erect before
the defeated heroine. She whispered to Morly, Get all of this,
and the cameraman pulled back to capture the full image of conqueror and
victim.
Good, Crimson Slut. Now, the other, she ordered.
The naked Champion slowly shifted her effort to the other boot. Her small
form seemed even more pitiful as her masked face, pressed against the leg
of Nancys blue denim jeans, served now only as a reminder of her former
power and celebration. It brushed lightly against her adversarys leg,
as she licked again and again the filth and dirt from the light brown boot.
When she had finished, she vacantly looked up toward the face of her tormentor.
She rested on her elbows and knees, her naked body swaying under the bare
bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The Champion was relieved that the ache in
her chest had diminished now.
But even Morly was shocked by the suddenness of Nancys next move. The
redhead leveled a powerful kick directly at the head of the still-swaying
heroine, which struck her cheekbone. The petite body of Crimson Flare was
thrown violently to the floor, where she lay, uncomprehending, stunned,
beaten.
Ed. Nancy was removing her own jeans as the shaven-headed hoodlum
approached. Despite their tightness, she pulled herself free of them with
surprising ease. A soft red tuft, unevenly shaven, stood out beneath her
blue jacket. Lift her up.
Ed easily lifted the unresisting form of the crimefighter to her feet. Her
naked body rested against his large chest, her masked face lolling to one
side. Crimson Flares petite form rested
on the two-inch heels of her scuffed and battered black boots. Her legs,
spread wide, angled up from the floor, and her body sagged in the grip of
the large man who secured her arms and
shoulders. Her masked face and cowled head
slowly rolled forward and back, side to side. Morly captured the image of
the helpless Champion of Women, being careful not to press too closely with
his camera. Ooohh, god, he heard her whisper, the muted
moan issuing from her still-red lips. As her head swayed and lolled, at the
corners of her mouth the camera momentarily picked out evidence of the dirt
she had swept from her conquerors boots. However, the bruises that
had earlier marred that beautiful face were by this time healed, Morly saw.
Her skin was shiny with sweat and grimy with filth gained in the mistreatment
she had endured since her capture. The glistening
silver chain and nipple clamps seemed too bright to be appropriate on this
battered and debased figure. Morlys lens swept down her body, focusing
on the evidence of Nancys domination. The redhead, clearly at home
parading her shaven pussy in front of these men, quickly moved to the collection
of sex toys she had laid out earlier. Returning quickly to her helpless victim,
Nancy strapped the 14-inch black dildo into place around her own groin. It
appeared that the heroines trial was not yet over.
One black leather strap wrapped around her hips, allowing the obscene object
to lie on top of her red muff. Two other leather
belts were secured around the tops of her thighs and would hold it firmly
in place while it did its work. While Nancy completed the small task of securing
the probe to herself, Morlys camera continued to gaze unblinking at
the trapped heroine. Still dazed, Crimson
Flare was barely aware of her new
ordeal. Through unfocused eyes the masked
girl watched as the smiling Nancy passed into Morlys
frame. When Nancys finger pressed against
her captives clit and rubbed roughly against her labia, the Champion
of Women was roused from her stupor, but unable to free herself from Ed,
who still held her arms tightly. The camera watched as Americas Darling
seemed to slowly become aware of the penetration. Her efforts to resist the
new attack stimulated the large hoodlum behind her, his erection already
taking shape against the unprotected cheeks of the Guardian of
Mitropoulos.
Pleasure and pain, heroine. Pleasure and pain. Nancy held the
fourteen-inch dildo in her left hand, as if aiming it at the vulnerable entrance
to her victim. Pleasure and pain, she said again. My pleasure,
your pain. Hold her, Ed!
I go in first, Nancy ordered, and Ed paused. Lift her up
and put her on me. Nancy maneuvered the black dildo into place at the
entrance to Crimson Flares defenseless sex. Behind the heroine, the
large thug pulled up on her arms and shoulders using the double chicken wing
he had locked on her. NNnngggghhhkkk! she moaned weakly,
the pain from her injured ribs cutting through the haze.
Ed might have eased the masked heroine onto the long black probe that Nancy
offered, but in fact, his own erection, already pressed between the round,
muscular cheeks of the young woman, had already reached the point of pain.
He knew that his time was limited if he were to enjoy the fruits of this
victory. Even Morly, trying to maintain a distance between himself and the
event he was filming, squinting through the eyepiece to capture the full
extent of the Champions disgrace, felt a distant tingling in his own
manhood. This was the most unbelievable thing he had ever
witnessed!
In his haste, Ed began forcing the petite heroine onto his mistress
piece, in order that he could begin pressing his own engorged self into the
helpless young woman all the sooner. The only true victim of this haste was
the powerless Champion of
Women.
NNnnnggggggGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHH!!
The black dildo was pushed deep into the dry, resisting vagina. Crimson
Flare could almost feel tissue tearing inside her. Only the tips of her black
leather boots touched the floor.
Morly caught the entire scene. He was pulling back to a wider frame as Ed
pushed Crimson Flares helpless form onto the rigid probe strapped to
the redhead. As Nancy pressed herself against the heroine, and the dildo
made its way deep inside the vulnerable sex, he closed in and focused on
the masked face of the heroine. The shriek that issued from her surprised
him, but he continued to film the scene.
Crimson Flare seemed to be suspended on the obscene object, almost unconscious,
unresisting, completely devoid of any evidence of life. Her naked body slumped
forward, resting against Nancys shoulder, her arms now hanging uselessly
at her sides as Ed tried to double her humiliation by pressing his own member
between the cheeks behind.
It might have been the terror-filled shriek or the difference in size between
his engorged member and Crimson Flares entry that was available to
him, but, whatever the reason, Ed failed to place himself inside the heroine
before the combined effects of tactile stimulation (rubbing himself against
the smooth surface of her skin), his own adolescent imaginingsvery
colourful, they wereand the immense buildup of pressure within his
genitals created a massive ejaculation, spewing his seed across Crimson
Flares bare cheeks and up her exposed back. Morly didnt quite
capture all of the moment, though the productsthe streaks of white
fluid sticking gamely to her, Eds shocked disappointmentwere
clearly captured by his camera. And, truth be told, Morly somewhat enjoyed
Eds failure. It would, in fact, make his own coupling with the heroine,
still to come, all the more enjoyable, he
thought.
Nancy, meantime, continued to press the black probe deep into her victim.
She savoured the dead weight of the naked girl as it lay against her. So,
she thought,
this was the Champion of Women, the costumed
twat who had taken two of the men she had so carefully cultivated to arrange
for her own rise in the underworld. She swung her hips rapidly, shaking the
heroine who hung suspended on the dildo in front of her. From somewhere inside
the helpless woman gurgled a sound of pain and helplessness. The redhead
looked into the grimace that was the face of her victim and saw a broken
spirit: eyes closed behind the still-shiny black mask, nostrils flared, mouth
hanging agape, filth still clinging at the corners and a curdle of saliva
rolling off her tongue onto her jaw. Nancy felt the leather boots of Crimson
Flare pressing against the back of her thighs as Crimson Flare tried to ease
the pressure and pain inside herself by lifting her body upward.
Oh, no,
Nancy
thought. Its not going to be that easy.
Nothings going to be easy for you ever again,
bitch.
When she narrowed her stance, Nancy felt the cool leather slide from
her. Once again the Champion was suspended in the grip of her enemies and
supported on the 14-inch rod that was attached to Nancys pelvis. As
the boots slipped down her legs, Nancy heard a very satisfying
NNnnmmmmggggghhhh! emerge from the avenger. Yes, she thought,
satisfied, pleasure and pain, heroine.
Nancy felt the body of her victim begin to fall away from her. Ed!
she ordered. Support her
shoulders!
Flustered by his premature ejaculation that had spent his wad and shriveled
his manhood, which now hung limply, Ed first looked up uncomprehendingly
at his mistress. Slowly, recognition formed and the large shaven-headed criminal
reached out to place his arms under the shoulders and back of the battered
young woman. As he felt the satin smoothness of her back, clumps of his own
sticky fluids notwithstanding, he felt a new rising in himself. He rested
her cowled head against his stomach and stared down at the disguised features.
He watched as it slowly rocked back and forth, as if trying to deny what
was happening. Her still-red lips formed the word No again and
again as she sagged between her two enemies.
The brave but battered Champion of Women struggled through the haze that
surrounded her. She could
feel her strength, could feel it latent in her,
but she was not able to call on it to rescue her. Bewildered by the
undifferentiated stimuli that pressed in on her, she was utterly unable to
understand what was happening to her: the intense pain from her sex, where
it seemed that something was tearing away at her insides; the other pain
wrapping itself around her chest; the hands that grabbed at her body, trying
to direct her first this way, then that; the yellow and white lights, and
the golden rings that circled them, that seemed to sway from the ceiling;
the taste of dried blood that would not go away and the sensations of muck
that seemed to fill her mouth; that other bright light, the one that seemed
to be circling her, moving in on her face and her body, then moving away
only to reappear moments
later.
One of the reasons for Crimson Flares success had been her
clear-headed approach any predicament. Stacy had often told her that she
was smarter than almost any of the enemies she would encounter; stupid
people always out-fuck smart people; but if she kept a clear head,
she would solve any problem. However,
Chans drug had clouded her thinking and, as a bonus, had dragged
away her will. Thus, nothing that was happening to her was clear. She could
only recognise what her senses told her, that she could neither grasp nor
control what was happening. The pain, the exhaustion, the lights, the pawing
at her body: all of these had confused the heroine and would not allow for
a response. All she could hope for was to clear her brain and begin to fight
her way back.
Stacy had taught her how she could use pain. It could cleanse distractions
away, or it could be a distraction itself. In the back of her mind, the Maid
of Mitropoulos decided that the pain inside her, the tearing, ripping sensation
that seemed to go deep into her womb, could be used to clear away all the
lesser diversions and become a focus. It would take what keenness remained
in her mind, all that she could draw upon against the power of Chans
evil mixture. It was this focus that produced the shriek that so surprised
her
attackers.
GGGggnnnhhhhhh-hhhrrrruuuuuhhhhssssshhhhhhhkkkkkk!!
To Nancy, as well as to her henchmen, the ungodly sound marked the
beginning of the end of Crimson Flare. It meant that resistance would only
diminish as the beaten heroine slowly felt her life ebbing from her. It was
the sound of their triumph.
There she was, naked except for her mask and cowl, gloves and boots, suspended
on the 14-inch rod that was attached to Nancys hips. If not for Eds
support at her back, this Champion of Women would be poised upside down,
head to the floor. What Nancy saw in her face was the definition of defeat.
Not even the mask could hide the extent of Nancys victory: pain, confusion,
even panic. Now driven to exultation, the redhead began a rhythmic, circular
movement with her hips, at first slowly pressing herself deeper and deeper
into the masked Maiden, smiling as each forward motion elicited a weak groan
from Americas Darling. But the slow, grinding action gradually increased
in speed and pressure, aided by Eds grip on the battered girls
torso and shoulders. With each cycle, she pushed herself further into her
victim. Crimson Flares legs involuntarily straightened as her insides
felt as if they were being torn away, the scuffed black leather glinting
as it swayed in the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Her arms hung useless,
their only movement the result of the constant banging the petite body of
Crimson Flare absorbed from her attacker.
Ed felt his erection return, but the body he supported was now in no position
for him to enter. He could feel the pressure again building within him,
strengthened by the tactile and visual stimulation of the womans form
that he held. In agony, he decided to plead his case. Nancy?
he queried softly. Can we put her
down?
Without answering, the gangland Queen slowly dropped to her knees, bringing
Americas Darling down with her and allowing the shaven-headed criminal
to ease the unresisting body of the Avenger of Mitropoulos to the floor.
Nancy continued to push herself ever deeper into the battered pussy of her
enemy, and centimeter by centimeter, the long black dildo disappeared into
the beaten heroine. Ed, gamely holding his own, fairly leapt to straddle
the beaten girl and pressed his by-now-pained and engorged manhood into her
mouth. The fresh provocation provided by the soft lips and tongue pressing
against his member was more than any man could stand. No sooner had those
thrilling stimuli touched his organ than he shot his new load. This second
emission was as large as the first. Large enough to fill Crimson Flares
mouth and run down the back of her throat, where the tip of Eds prick
was pressed. Large enough that even before a fit of coughing gripped the
helpless Maiden, white fluid appeared running out of the corners of her mouth,
mixing with the caked filth from Nancys boots. The first weak hacking
failed to expel him and Crimson FlareChampion of Women, powerful Protector
of Mitropoulosfeebly spit up Eds manhood. More and more of his
cum dribbled from her mouth and even from her nose, covering the exposed
part of face with a white film. The effect, Morly saw through his camera,
was yet another signal of the avengers defeat. Eds kneeling form
sagged as he heaved in utter exhaustion. Removing himself from her mouth
by simply elevating his hips, he placed his clenched fists, knuckles downward,
on opposite sides of Crimson Flares slowly rocking head. He stared
at her, his heart pounding in his chest.
Meanwhile, Morly moved deftly around the threesome, always keeping the beaten
and battered figure of Crimson Flare in his frame. From somewhere behind
Eds exhausted form, Nancys voice ordered, Ed. Move off
of her. Let Morly get this! The thug simply tumbled from his victim.
Off-camera, Morly could hear him gasping for
breath.
What that camera captured next was Nancy lifting the hips of Crimson Flare
from the floor by elevating the dildo at her hips. The heroine had no more
control over what was happening to her now than Morly did. The redheaded
moll had pressed almost the entire length of the black probe into the small
girl lying before her and was now alternately raising and lowering the lower
body of her victim by maneuvering her own hips and the strapped-on obscenity.
Were it not for the agonised groans that accompanied these movements, the
actions would have seemed almost cartoonish. Nancy, her eyes wide and her
mouth spread in a ghoulish grin, supported herself on her knees. Her hands
held the girls hip[s, but only served to steady the petite form as
it rose and fell. Nancys hips moved forward and back, raised and lowered,
and always the defeated form of Crimson Flare followed her, attached by the
loathsome object that Nancy had secured to her
hips.
Pain was completely surrounding Crimson Flare by this time. Stacys
advice to find the center of that pain and use it for her own purposes was
not an alternative to the hapless heroine. All that was left to her now was
to accept the punishment doled out by her antagonist, and
then
And then, what? The Champions mind had slowly begun to clear. She could
still feel her strength, latent within her. But it was useless against the
torture that was being inflicted on her. The agony that accompanied the tearing
of her insides and the less painful counterpoint in her ribs combined created
a sense of utter helplessness. The heroine saw nothing, heard only the echoing
laughter of her enemies, smelled and tasted the salty cum from her most recent
attack, mixed with the grit and blood from her earlier defeats; and she felt
pain, unendurable, unending pain. How, her brain tried to form the question,
could she escape?
*****
It was many minutes before Nancy withdrew the black object from her victim.
Crimson Flares barely conscious body lay supine on the floor. Her legs
were spread, but her knees were bent, so that they formed something like
a diamond, or a figure-4. Her arms were extended full out from her body,
as in a crucifix. Her body itself was covered in filth and sweat, and even
blood was visible at the entrance to her battered sex. Her petite chest slowly
rose and fell as she gasped for breath. A deep blue-black blotch marred the
otherwise perfect skin of her torso, indicating where Apes kicks had
done their most severe damage. Her shiny black leather boots were badly scuffed,
but evidences of their earlier high polish could still be readily seen,
especially high up on the girls calves, where the boots fit like a
second skin. Her crimson satin gloves still covered her hands and forearms,
but only one extended over the elbow now, the other crushed toward her wrist.
Very faint remains of the track marks from her earlier ordeal in the subway
could still be seen there. Her black vinyl mask reflected the bare bulbs
hanging from the ceiling, its high gloss undiminished. Behind the mask her
eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled in their sockets, unfocussed. Likewise,
the vinyl cowl covered her hair and the top of her head, shining in the light.
But the exposed areas of the face of Americas Darling showed the magnitude
of her defeat. Around her still-red lips the combination of caked dirt, saliva,
and semen formed an uneven crusty halo, reaching down her chin and even toward
her nostrils. The incrustation was a faint grey-brown in colour, its rough
surface highlighting the soft and kissable lips they
ringed.
Morly took up his camera again, having satisfied his own desires with the
heroine, and added a final long pan across her body, ending with a shot of
her face, and pulling back to a single shot of the broken and defeated heroine.
As he began to shut down the video, Nancy came up behind him. Wait
a moment, she said quietly. Were not finished
yet.
What more, thought the cameraman, can we do to her?
Lets start with this. Make sure you get it, Morly. Nancy
reached down and easily pulled the black vinyl mask from Crimson Flares
face.
End of Chapter
Ten
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