THE SEARCH FOR
JUSTICE
By Scarlet based on a role-play with a special friend
WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF). It
is to be read by adults only. If
this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Part I
The justice system in America is an imperfect institution at best. It is based on two important concepts: (1) every person entering the system is to be guarantied due process, and (2) all individuals will be assumed to be innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Due process means that a person’s rights will be protected, no matter what the circumstances, from the moment an investigation begins, through arrest, processing at police facilities, any temporary or not-so-temporary incarceration, and the trial itself. America’s founding fathers created this system to help ensure that the innocent would not fall victim to false judgment; they knew that this might mean the guilty would sometimes go free of the punishment they deserved. All in all, the system is a good one. However, it can be very frustrating for those who are part of the system on a day-to-day basis–the law enforcement officers, the prosecutors, the judges and their staff, and, yes, even the community of heroes and heroines that risk their lives to fight evil wherever it arises. Every once and a while, someone on the side of justice snaps; this is the story of one such person.
The Scarlet Witch sighed deeply, watching nervously as the four police
officers secured the Scorpion in back of the black and white prison
van. The ‘boys in blue’
had detached his long, mechanical stinger tail from the rest of his green
costume, so Scarlet didn't see any reason to accompany them back to the Police
Station. Besides, she was tired;
it had taken her over 40 minutes of hard fighting to subdue the deranged
villain after she had responded to the jewelry store
alarm. The crimson-clad Avenger
shrugged her shoulders, turned abruptly, and began slowly walking back to
the Avengers' Quinjet she had left parked just a few blocks down the street
in a vacant lot. She carried
her silver-colored scepter low, obviously worn out from the long
battle. The heroine’s gold-flecked blue eyes stared down
at the sidewalk; her thoughts were her own as she strolled along.
A shadowy figure stalked the nearby alleyway, his eyes intently
watching his prey. The man had
been tracking the now-introspective heroine for weeks, studying her habits
and fighting skills. He had
surreptitiously observed her in many a battle over the course of those weeks,
but he did not see her victories.
His eyes saw only her defeats at the hands of vicious villains–men
who were ruthless and would do anything to win a
fight. This shadow-veiled figure,
dubbed The Judge by the local papers, was new to the scene of good versus
evil, but he was already wanted for questioning by the police in relation
to some recent murders of underworld figures.
The man’s eyes burned brightly in the shadows as he watched
the Scarlet Witch continue walking down the street, her long, auburn tresses
blowing in the slight breeze, her eyes still cast downward as she contemplated
the day's exciting events. The
Avenger was clad in her usual costume consisting of a rose-colored body stocking
over which she wore a leotard, calf-high boots, long gloves, tiara, and full
cloak, all crimson in color. She
had a circular disk riveted to the center of her headdress, and an oval broach
pinned to her cloak's collar below her chin; both pieces of ‘jewelry’
were made of silver-colored adamantium and had rubies in their
center. The scepter, still held
low, was a 5-foot-long adamantium fighting staff crowned with a tennis-ball
sized ruby. The three adamantium
constructs were hi-tech mechanisms designed to allow the young mutant to
control her power to create probability-altering fields when she cast her
‘hexes'.
The Judge moved silently in the shadows toward the entrance
to the alleyway, his eyes still gleaming as he watched his cloaked
target–as well as the police van that was now driving
away. He was as unstable as
they come. He had once been
a prominent court official, but the revolving door of the courts had pushed
him to the edge and beyond. He had watched villains, murderers, and rapists walk free
due to technicalities or lack of
evidence. He had decided to
dole out his own brand of justice to the criminal element, but it was a losing
battle; there were just too many of
them. Then one day it occurred
to him why the evil plague always seemed to win–the so-called heroes
were helping the bad guys escape the law–and now it was up to him to
rectify that situation. He
purposefully stepped out of the shadows, leaped atop a wrecked pile that
had once been a car, and called out in a deep foreboding voice, "Scarlet
Witch, you have let down justice, and it is time you stood trial"
The Scarlet Witch,
obviously startled, quickly twisted her buxom, athletic, 130-pound frame
toward the sudden voice, her eyes now wide and
attentive. She did not like the crazy sounding words that she was
hearing! “What
the…??? Who and the heck
are you and what do you mean, ‘let down justice’...don't you know
who the Scorpion is...he has defeated Spiderman on many occasions...and I
just put him away...likely for twenty
years. It is he who will be
at long last standing trial...not I, Scarlet Witch of the mighty Avengers!”
the heroine spat in irritation.
The mutant/witch glared angrily at the figure perched atop the
pile of twisted car metal, only a few yards
distant. His legs were shoulder width apart, his shoulders broad
and round. The man’s shoes
were black wing tips with a fresh shine on
them. He wore a flowing black
robe surrounding his body from the neck down to his feet, almost brushing
the car top, virtually covering the dress
shoes. He loomed menacingly
over Scarlet with his arms crossed over his chest, his large hands wearing
white gloves, his face completely covered with a black
mask. Only two cold-blue, dead
eyes, surrounded by eyeholes cut out of the mask to provide vision, revealed
any human quality to this face. On
top of all this, the man wore a long white wig consisting of three
flaps–one flap covered the back of his head, the other two hung down
over the sides of his head–they rested on his shoulders and
back. This strange wig was made
of strands of nylon hair wrapping a dozen small cylinders inserted horizontally
into each wig flap.
A sudden gust of wind blew against the man’s ebony robe,
causing it to ripple in the breeze and swirl wavelike; the cloth flowed like
liquid, and it almost looked alive.
“I am The Judge!” the man pronounced emphatically, and then
continued in a stern voice, “For too long, I have sat in silence and
watched the dregs and monsters of humanity walk out of the court system free
and unhindered...their victims and loved ones left behind and denied
justice. I am the final word
who delivers swift and final justice to the scum of
society. Tonight, you had one
small win over a demented villain.
Congratulate yourself, Witch, if you wish, but I have been studying
you. You usually lose to the
villains; no one can lose so many times by
accident! You, woman, are aiding
the villains you fight, and you have failed ‘Lady Justice’ and
the innocent masses you are sworn to serve and
protect! It is time you stood
trail, Scarlet Witch. So says
The Judge!”
The Scarlet Witch stared up in utter disbelief, blue eyes gleaming
with emotion, at the strange, somewhat portly, figure standing above
her. She quickly put the back
of her left hand to her ruby-lipped mouth to cover a rapidly forming smile...but
even that was not enough to subdue the giggle issuing softly from her
throat. She quipped softly,
“You're a judge? Never
before have I beheld a judge that needed to cover his or her face...and wigs
somewhat like yours are known to be used in Great Britain...but even there,
they use real hair, and not such obviously artificially produced
fiber.”
The young heroine paused and then continued in a tone growing
in irritation moment by moment, anger gleaming in her eyes as her hand dropped
from her suddenly-frowning mouth to point at her black-masked
accuser. “As for criminals
going free, my supposed judger of justice, any policeman or superhero-type
will tell you that for every criminal that escapes our capture, a dozen more
escape because circumstantial evidence is not allowed, or because the evidence
was illegally obtained. And
yet a dozen more are given such lenient sentences that they are back doing
crime in months or less!”
Scarlet shook her pretty head from side to side, a smirk growing
on her face in concert with the contempt in her
eyes. She chided derisively, “It is not I, and those like
me, that have failed ‘Lady Justice’ stranger, but the very judges
that you claim to represent. It
is you and your lot that I would put on
trial. Be gone with you or a
trial you will have! A trial
by combat, with the fates that govern probability meting out the
sentences!”
The Judge listened to the Scarlet Witch speak, his every sense
trained on her, his mind and contempt focused solely on her and her
words. He jumped abruptly off
the car and to stand before, and tower over, the comely heroine, his robe
flowing behind him, his hands buried in its
folds. "Yes, laugh now, woman,
while you can...my appearance, much like your crime fighting career, a source
of great comedy. That gene-spliced
ratman, Vermin, also laughed, as I
recall. The police still
haven’t found his head!" the madman spat
threateningly.
He took a deep breath and continued, slightly in more control
of his emotions, “The police do the best job they can with their limited
resources and manpower. You
so-called hero types are the ones with all the money and fancy equipment,
yet I see no better results coming from your
kind. How many people have died
because you 'heroes' capture the villains only to turn them over to the police
and see them on the streets again in mere hours...How many lives have been
shattered, Scarlet Witch, because you have lost at the hands of The Hairdresser,
Ultron, or Juggernaut? How many
deaths have there been because you take the criminals in, and they are released
thanks to the failed courts? You
should all be doing as I, and acting as Judge, Jury, and Executioner!”
The Judge suddenly leaned forward and began shaking his hand
in the wide-eyed mutant’s face, shrilling loudly, “And what’s
more, your very own father, Magneto, is an arch villain who strives for world
domination. And it does not
stop there! Your very own teammates
will not back you up because you are shacked up with the hoodlum,
Magnnus. I get results, Scarlet
Witch! All you get is used like
tramp!
The crimson-clad Avenger’s eyes of anger now glowered in
rage! The frown of her lips
filled her face as does the sunset fill the sky at
dusk. Scarlet abruptly pointed
her Scepter of Transference at the strange man before her with her right,
gloved hand, almost touching his chest with the silver-colored
construct. Her voice quivered
as she spoke softly in a low, threatening tone, “Tell me not that I
should break this beloved country’s laws to prevent the spread of evil...for
those laws have a noble purpose...to protect the innocent...even if criminals
are sometimes freed. Talk not
of my boyfriend Magnnus, and the distrust that my fellow Avengers have for
him. Speak not of my father
Magneto, who some name evil and others name savior of mutant
kind. These things are below my dignity to address with a stranger
like yourself.”
The Scarlet Witch brought the base of her scepter down to clank
on the ground with a loud metallic ring, and brought her left hand up to
waggle her index finger between the man’s eyeholes as she raged on,
“However, let us speak of these accusations that I let villains go
free. Let us speak of
Juggernaut...who, contrary to your information, I have never
faced. Let us speak of The
Hairdresser, who I have battled three times: at the end of the first battle
I turned him to stone; at the end of our second battle I banished him to
another dimension; and at the end of our third battle he was de-aged to a
helpless teen.
The gloved hand suddenly became a tightly-clenched fist as the
prideful heroine’s voice rose in pitch and volume, and the scepter was
once more thrust before The Judge’s face, “Yes...and YES...let
us speak of Ultron...who has thrice nearly conquered this planet...who was
twice thwarted by me and me alone.
LET US SPEAK OF ULTRON!!!
LOOK CAREFULLY AT MY DISK, MY BROACH, THIS SCEPTER...THEY ARE ULTRON...ALL
THAT REMAINS AT LEAST...I am the Scarlet Witch....I AM THE DESTROYER OF
ULTRON.!!!!!!!”
The Judge looked wild-eyed down at the visibly upset Scarlet
Witch, feeling the end of her scepter tapping against his
chest. For a moment, he felt
what could only be described as admiration for the young, mutant female,
but the moment passed and his eyes once again grew cold and lifeless beneath
his full-face mask. He looked
unblinkingly at the auburn-tressed Avenger through those cold eyes devoid
of compassion and mercy, and his voice grew icy and deep, “The laws
set forth so long ago by the founding fathers were tossed out the window
decades ago, Witch, when the power-mad politicians and corrupt officials
decided to sell out their country, our society, and the future of this nations'
children for the all mighty dollar.
The system is corrupt, and you only aid that corruption and
law-of-the-jungle mentality. There
is only one law left in the land, Witch...kill or be
killed. The dark minions and
human greed have decreed it so.”
The dark figure before the buxom heroine suddenly reached up
and grabbed her cloak’s neckpiece and growled angrily, “Save your
words for your guilty conscious, Scarlet Witch...the blood of the victims
of your enemies is on your hands.
You come from evil spawn, and you couple with it as well.
That is what lies deep in your soul–darkness–and
you seek out other sources of that
darkness. You are the Scarlet
Witch all right, a second rate crime fighter at
best! You are a mutant who is
beneath contempt, and worse still...YOU ARE A GYPSY
TRAMP!!!!”
With a sudden thrust, The Judge pushed the astonished mutant
backwards and, in the blink of an eye, brought his hand up to reach behind
his robed back. Suddenly, there
was the sound of metal scraping metal as the now-not-so-portly-looking man
reached down under the robe to pull a weapon from it's scabbard; in an instant,
The Judge was brandishing a four-foot-long, steel sword, its razor-sharp
tip pointed toward the heroine’s
throat. "Justice is a double-edged
sword, Scarlet Witch, and both blade edges are razor sharp...more than able
to separate your pretty head from its shoulders!" the masked man screamed,
his voice quivering.
The Scarlet Witch smiled quaintly at the large, robed man raging
madly before her. She contemplated
further words to defend her honor, then simply shrugged, thinking ‘so
be it.’ Scarlet suddenly
energized her scepter, still pointed ruby-first towards her assailant, with
her mutant power, generating a beam of green energy which suddenly transformed
into a blinding blue bolt of lightning.
The powerful bolt of electrical energy struck The Judge full in the
chest, causing him to fly helplessly backwards over the top of the car
wreckage. He crashed with great
force into the solid brick wall of the nearby building, and dropped to the
ground like a rock, where he remained in a sitting heap, not
moving.
The heroic Avenger walked calmly over to The Judge, and stood
before him, hands on her hips, watching her assailant and
thinking. Then she suddenly
smiled and quickly pulled her Avengers' communicator from a hidden pouch
in her full cloak, speaking softly to the chubby-looking man who was starting
to stir as he sat stunned on the ground, “Look...you may really be some
mad Judge...and with my own troubles created by my Wicked Wanda persona,
I'm not in a position to take you down.
Now, if I were you, I would try fleeing...Thor, God of Thunder, has
duty watch, and I am calling for him to come here now.
As the Scarlet Witch began speaking quickly into the small
communicator, The Judge stumbled back on his feet, having shook off the blow
from the bolt, his chest smoking slightly where it had
impacted. With astonishing speed
and accuracy, the ebony figure’s right hand slashed upward and to the
left with the large, gleaming sword.
The tip of the blade sliced effortlessly through the Avenger’s
blowing cloak, missing her flesh by a hairsbreadth, to knock the communicator
from her hand.
The Judge stepped
quickly forward and crushed the communicator into the ground under the heel
of his shoe, pronouncing confidently, “You're not calling anyone,
Witch! Not that your teammates
would run to assist you. I am
the voice of the innocent and helpless...I am their last chance for
Justice! You will stand
trial! Come along peacefully,
and I will not hurt you." Even
as he spoke, his left fist flashed up and delivered a powerful left cross
to the heroine’s fine-featured face.
The Scarlet Witch could not respond to The Judge’s request
for a peaceful surrender, as she found herself flying backwards from the
thunderous blow to her chin. She
crashed limply to the ground, out cold, a full ten feet away from where she
had been standing. Silence filled
the air.
Chapter
3. The Courtroom
After knocking the heroine unconscious,
The Judge casually took a neural inhibitor collar from the folds of his robe
and carefully slipped it around the Scarlet Witch's neck to nullify her
unpredictable hex power. As
he clicked the ring tightly shut around her slender neck, a small, oval light
on the front of the device turned from red to green, indicating the electronic
lock was now securely in place and the collar
functioning.
The Judge then took the limp heroine
to his courtroom, which was in the very bowels of the New York City subway
system. The madman had gotten
access to the plans of the underground maze of tunnels and stations from
the police, on pretense that it was evidence in a secret case over which
he presided. He had found the
location of an abandoned subway terminal that had been shut down and walled
up over twenty years before. The
terminal had been long since forgotten by city officials and mass-transit
workers. The Judge had found,
after some major renovations, the terminal to be the perfect place for his
own private courtroom; a setting where he could try the guilty and administer
his own brand of twisted justice.
The courtroom was a massive chamber,
carved from the bedrock that lay beneath the city; it resembled a town meeting
hall. The ceilings were over
thirty feet above the floor, and covered with large cylindrical tubes of
fluorescent lights that bathed the room in a soft white glow; it had holes
cut into it, through which different sized, milky-white stalactites hung
down and pointed toward the floor. The floor of the chamber was made of black marble that
had been sectioned into large tiles.
In the middle of the floor was massive blue circle with the painting
of an eagle on it, the bird's wingspan impressive to
behold. In one talon, the eagle
clutched an olive branch, and in the other, it clutched a group of arrows.
In front of the western wall of the
chamber was a large, raised desk that The Judge used to preside over his
court and conduct his
‘trials.’ The desk stood some nine feet above the floor; this gave
the demented judiciary a much-valued sense of superiority over those he deemed
guilty. The desk was stained
dark brown, and the Judge had a perfect view to look down upon his
defendants. The desk was seven
feet across and ten feet long, and it arced around The Judge’s high
backed, black-leather chair to nearly form a half-circle; a gavel rested
on a circular, wood sounding block on the desk in perfect position for a
right-handed officiator.
The Judge placed the unconscious
form of the Scarlet Witch gently on the floor in the middle of the circular
eagle emblem and then moved purposefully to sit behind the impressive
desk. He peered closely down
at the heroine's limp form for a brief moment before lifting his gavel and
banging it down, hard, three times on the sounding
block. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Then he chanted in his most formal-sounding tone, "Here
ye, here ye! Court is now in
session. This is the case of
the people versus the Scarlet Witch...The Honorable Judge presiding."
The Scarlet Witch stirred slowly
on the floor, gradually awakening. Suddenly she saw the stalactite above her pointed straight
at her heart, and instinctively tried to roll to the side, out of its path
should it suddenly fall, yelping loudly out, “What the...where am
I?”
The room echoed, yet again, with
the sound of the gavel...Bang!
Bang!
Bang! "Order in the
court! I will not tolerate wild
outburst attempts to halt the wheels of
justice. You are in my courtroom,
Scarlet Witch, to stand trial for your crimes!" The Judge pronounced loudly,
irritation showing in his tone.
The crimson-clad Avenger slowly got
to her feet, shaking slightly from weakness, trying to focus her muddled
mind. Abruptly, she reached
up to her neck, knowing what the collar was the instant she touched it, her
mind screaming out, ‘NO...an inhibitor
collar!’ She struggled
to gain some composure as she looked up angrily at The Judge and spat,
“Crimes? What
crimes? I am the Scarlet Witch...as
I told you earlier. I am a heroine,
a member of the mighty Avengers! I
fight crime, not commit it!”
The Judge looked down at the
“defendant” from his lofty perch, peering at her with cold eyes
through the slits in his black facemask.
“Do not get smart with me,
girl! I will find you in contempt
of court! You are in enough
trouble already, Witch!" The Judge chided derisively before ceremoniously
continuing with, “The charges against you are as
follows: Aiding and abetting
known felons, willful destruction of public property, endangering the lives
of innocent bystanders, general disregard for the law, and lastly...showing
contempt for truth, justice, and the American way!”
Scarlet bristled with anger, protesting
loudly, “I do NOT aid and abet any
felons! I associate with no
one that is presently committing crimes, or that I know for certain has committed
crimes but has not served out sentences for said crimes handed down by courts
in the U.S. justice system. I
admit that damage does sometimes occur to private and public property when
my teammates and I battle evil.
The national government sponsors the Avengers, and there is a fund
to pay for such property damage!”
The Scarlet Witch took a deep breath
before continuing somewhat more calmly, “I have saved the lives of untold
humans; I have saved the planet Earth itself many
times. It is not I who endangers
people, but the villains that I fight!
I am part of a government-sanctioned team that upholds the law, not
disregards it. And lastly, though
I was not born in this country, I fight for and treasure the American way;
I most certainly do not show contempt for
it! Your charges are
unfounded! Release me at
once!”
The Judge clenched his fists tightly
in rage as he heard the Witch's lying words–her attempt to sway the
final decision and escape justice through yet another loophole in the judicial
system. Bang! Bang!
Bang! The gavel pounded down
on the sounding block with force, the sound ringing in his ears and echoing
through the chamber as he shrilled angrily,
"Enough! The Court will not
be turned into a three-ringed circus by this mockery of an attempt to dissuade
me!! The only words I want to
hear you speak are those which are an admission of your guilt!!"
The dark figure of so-called justice
pointed his index finger at the beauty below him and jabbed it repeatedly
in her direction as he howled, “You’re the criminal on trial here,
Witch! Not the good people of
this city!! You and your vigilante
team have caused more damage and ruined more lives than you could ever hope
to save in a hundred lifetimes!!
You and your crony heroes turn the scourges of society over to the
police, where they either escape or get released on bail, to once again reap
havoc upon the populace! If
you delivered final justice...perhaps some of these victims would still be
breathing. No one is above the
law! Nobody is above final
justice!”
Scarlet stamped her left foot hard
to the floor in anger, and suddenly pointed her right hand at The Judge above
her. She shook in rage, her
voice quivering as she spoke, her gold-flecked blue eyes glaring intently
at the robed man who had shown the audacity to challenge what she stood
for–to challenge a long career of public
service. She roared,
“JUSTICE! Yes,
justice. You use the term
loosely. It is my job to apprehend
the villainous people of the world and deliver them to
justice. If I did more than
that, I would in fact be guilty of breaking the
law. I deliver the bad guys and gals to your
type. It is your type that decides
their fate! It is your type
that releases a few of them back into society to protect the innocent from
being wronged by the government.
It is your type that paroles them before they are cured of their
maladies. It is your system that provides mechanisms or weaknesses
in security that permits their escape.
Once again I proclaim my INNOCENCE…proclaim the ABSURDITY of
this trial. I bid you again,
release me at once!”
The Judge casually flipped his gavel
over in his clenched fist, as with some slight of
hand. Secretly smiling, he laughed
inwardly at the message he had just delivered about what her life and heroic
career had stood for and meant; a message that her entire career was a sham
and that she was no better than the villains she supposedly
fought. He triumphantly raised his gavel, ready to cease her
interruptions of his courtroom.
The bottom, circular surface of the gavel faced upward as it hovered
over the desktop, and he announced with a tone of finality, “You will
not go free this day, Witch! Do
you not think I have seen the failings of the judicial
system? I have witnessed the
atrocities of the courts first hand!! They are all indeed guilty...the judges, clerks, lawyers,
parole officials, prison guards, and police
authorities! They are all guilty, and the system HAS
failed!! But I will change all
that...I will show them the error of their
ways!! I will make sure the
dregs of society no longer walk out of the courts on technicalities!!
The oration paused momentarily as
the tubby judiciary took a deep breath before continuing, “The money
wasted on imprisoning these scum should be going to feed and house their
victims! You and the almighty
heroes are high profile, and the people love you only because they do not
know how your kind fails justice as much as the courts
do! You are guilty, Witch, for you do not serve justice...you
help to corrupt it!”
The Scarlet Witch turned crimson
from the anger building within her, and when she spoke there was obvious
contempt in her voice, “Your
insane! What you speak of would
be the breaking of the law you are sworn to
protect. I can see now that
I MUST arrest you, not convince you.
I WILL HAVE MY FREEDOM!
SURRENDER!….NO!!!!….Don't
bother. I will deal with you
like any other criminal in this land!
I will defeat you, arrest you, and deliver you too your
peers!”
The enraged Avenger took three quick
steps backwards, and then suddenly raced headlong towards The
Judge. Yards short of her target,
she suddenly dove to the floor, performed a perfect gymnast’s roll,
and uncoiled like a spring to fly into the
air. Mid-flight, she grabbed
the edge of The Judge’s desk with her hands to add momentum to her headfirst
flight towards justice-gone-mad!
She scrambled atop the wide desk, intent on having her hands upon
her would-be captor.
The Judge watched wide-eyed, the
mutant/witch's vault to his desk, and couldn’t help but admire her lithe
form as she executed the gymnastic maneuvers to pull herself up in a vain
attempt to apprehend him. He
found himself sliding back in his chair, watching her every move, his hand
tightly clutching the raised gavel.
In an eerily calm voice, he pronounced, "Your words do not move me,
Witch, but your actions speak volumes.
I will not tolerate disruption in the proceedings of this
court. I have no choice but to find you in contempt of this court,
and hereby pronounce you guilty of all
charges!!" And with that, the man-in-black slammed his gavel down
hard on the circular sounding block.
As the mallet smacked firmly down on the hard surface, a mechanism
housed inside the gavel activated–there was suddenly a blinding flash
of light as a burst of electrical energy discharged from the gavel head,
striking the attacking heroine full in her chest.
The Scarlet Witch shrieked loudly
in pain as the electrical energy struck her, and she fell backwards from
the top of the nine-foot high desk onto the hard floor
below. Frazzled, struggling
desperately to catch a breath, she stumbled slowly to her
feet! She gasped hoarsely, “Is that the best you can do
Judge...I'm going to take you in...I will!”
The chubby adjudicator quickly rose
from his chair to tower over the felled
heroine. He glared down at her
with bitter contempt in his eyes and voice, his anger rising like bile in
his throat. The Judge placed
his right hand on the desktop, and in a blur of speed and with amazing agility
belying his apparent poor physical conditioning, vaulted over the high desk
as a gymnast would a vaulting horse.
He landed effortlessly on his feet on the floor in front of the puffing
heroine and exclaimed confidently, “You will do nothing
girl!”
The Judge stood up, back straight,
eyes locked with those of his “defendant” as he tersely pronounced
his sentence, “You have been found guilty by this tribunal, and the
punishment for your crimes against justice and humanity shall be
death!! As you challenge my
right to judge, you will be judged in the traditional way for witches...trial
by water...but first you must serve justice in the same way that you have
served evil...by servicing my carnal needs!"
Scarlet, finally having caught her
breath, screamed shrilly, “I will not service you, nor will I be sentenced
by you! I will take you down,
you so-called judge!”
Suddenly, with a blinding fast whirl she spin-kicked her ebony-clad
foe hard in the chest with her right booted footed.
Before he could register what was
happening, the insane jurist was knocked hard back into the desk by her
lightning-quick blow. He groaned
loudly in pain, half doubled over, and then abruptly snapped his head up,
eyes blazing in anger, as he roared, "You
bitch! I will enjoy taking
you!"
Then The Judge’s right hand
flashed to his side, and he aimed the strange gavel at the Scarlet Witch
once more. Suddenly, the air
crackled with electricity as another blue streak of lightning erupted from
the gavel head to strike the buxom
heroine. Scarlet screamed
loudly in pain and surprise as she was thrown helplessly backward by the
powerful bolt and landed hard on the floor. She tried weakly to sit up, and
then fell limply backward to lie motionless on the cold floor as her mind
was enveloped in the blackness of unconsciousness!
The Judge stood leaning over the
unconscious form of the lovely Scarlet Witch for several minutes, studying
the graceful curves of the prone heroine’s
body. Suddenly, without warning,
he threw his head back and thrust his chest
outward. The muscles in the
man’s body tensed for a fraction of a second, before suddenly quaking
violently as wild spasms passed through his somewhat portly
frame. Beneath the full mask,
his mouth flew open as he roared out in pain, "AAaaaagggghhhhh!!
UUuggghnn!!" The mad jurist’s
black judicial robe started to quiver and ripple in wave-like
motions. The pain-plagued man
threw his arms violently out to his sides, as his hands twisted into claws
and grasped desperately at the air around him.
The quivering, ebony-colored robe
began to bubble like boiling water in a heated cauldron, small black bubbles
rising to the surface of the material that formerly appeared to be cloth,
the bubbles then bursting apart to spray tiny black
droplets. The now-almost-formless
robe seemed to be flowing freely on and around The Judge’s body in a
serpentine fashion; it looked alive, almost
sentient. Suddenly, The Judge
seemed to be jerked to the tips of his toes, and took on the look of someone
possessed. Then, in the blink
of an eye, four ebony appendages burst forth from the front of the swirling
robe, causing The Judge to call out in even more
pain. The tendrils arced up
and over the head of the agony-ridden man, to writhe like four black snakes
in the air.
The Scarlet Witch moaned softly and
began to stir weakly on the floor as she started to regain
consciousness. Her gold-flecked
blue eyes fluttered a few times, and then she suddenly stared wide-eyed at
the deformed black figure above her.
She screamed stridently, the sound echoing through the abandoned subway
tunnel. She quickly brought
her right hand up to her face and held it over her mouth until she gradually
regained her composure and stuttered, “What
the...?
How...?
Who or what are you? You
are most certainly not a normal, everyday judge!”
The dark figure's back stiffened
as he looked down at the startled Avenger, finally once more aware of her
presence. The black, snakelike
tendrils writhed and twisted wildly in the air over them, the heroine now
propping herself up with her left hand as her foe moved jerkily, like a puppet
on strings, above her. A new
surge of pain shot through the man’s body as his companion robe became
even less a garment, and a strange sounding voice issued from a mouth seemingly
unfamiliar to the process of forming words,
"Gaaaahh!!! We see you still
manage to maintain your rapier wit, Scarlet
Witch. But you are correct...We
are not normal in any sense of the word."
The ever-changing figure, continued
to speak, the words becoming more clearly enunciated second by second, but
still not quite sounding like the man Scarlet had battled earlier, “After
Our host lost his family to a mass murderer who walked out of the courts
on a technicality, he lost all will to
live. He sank into the gutter
and drowned his sorrows in drink.
Then one night, as he lay passed out in an alley...We
met. This One, an offspring
of the alien symbiont/man known as Venom, found this wretched life form in
the alley on the verge of death.
This One was in need of a host, so went to him, merged with him, and
We were born. We were a new
creation with a new, clearer sense of justice–a knowledge that the guilty
must be punished!
The Scarlet Witch sat slowly up and
stared numbly at the strangely shaped figure waving six limbs, four of them
snake-like, above her, the confusion obvious on her comely young
face. She reached back and
instinctively straightened first her long, auburn tresses and then her crimson
cloak. Sounding more than a
little confused, she queried,
“Alien...Symbiont? You
mean you are two life forms merged as one...with one common
purpose? That purpose, the sick,
and perverted desire to take justice into your own hands…to take upon
yourself the terrible responsibility of being judge, jury, and
executioner! Surely you must be able to see how wrong that
is! Can you
not? You were, or the human part of you was, once a
judge. Surely you understand
why those responsibilities are carefully
distributed. The power of the
justice system must not be abused.
The innocent must be protected against miscarriages of
justice.”
The symbiont/man called The Judge
cocked Their head to the side and looked at the crimson-clad Avenger curiously
through the eye slits in Their mask.
For a moment, there seemed to be a small flicker of light in Their
eyes...as though her words had sparked some wee flame of recognition deep
inside of the human host. However,
the hesitation only lasted for an instant as the symbiont influence gained
control, and They were One once more.
Suddenly one of the waving tentacles lowered and darted in a straight
line towards the pretty heroine; it struck her hard across the left cheek
of at her face as They tersely yelled, "Enough of your vain attempts to escape
your sentence. You were found guilty in Our court and your final judgment
shall be doled out after you have served Us female. Your human frailties
and ethics do not move Us."
Scarlet Witch let out a short, shrill,
gasping scream as she was whipped solidly across the face by the flashing
black tentacle. Tears welled
in her eyes with the sharp pain.
She struggled clumsily to her feet and began to stumble away from
the misshapen figure looming menacingly above her, intent on putting some
distance between them, and perhaps finding away out of the room so she could
get the inhibitor collar off of her pretty
neck. She sputtered desperately,
“Get the hell away from me you sick
bastard! I have had enough of
this ruse!”
The Judge calmly watched Scarlet as she tried to flee, knowing that
she must not realize how far underground she
was. They knew she was trapped,
that the tunnels around the courtroom were a catacomb maze that only They
knew how to steer though. The
tentacles over the ebony figure’s head suddenly lowered, and then each
one in turn snapped abruptly out straight and darted towards the hapless
heroine as she tried to escape.
"You cannot flee your fate, Witch,"
They droned loudly as the black tendrils reached the crimson-clad heroine
in mid dash and entwined around her arms and legs, imprisoning
her. The dark-tinged prongs
slithered quickly around her limbs, the tentacles coated with a thin layer
of clear slime that acted as a
lubricant. Two round tentacles
wiggled their way around each of Scarlet's arms, and a third, thicker than
the others, coiled tightly around her legs, locking them
together. The fourth tendril
somehow managed to grasp the hem of the Avenger’s cloak, wrapping around
the crimson material and then abruptly ripping the clothing piece from the
heroines twisting shoulders.
The Scarlet Witch screamed loudly
in frustration as she was effortlessly snared, her limbs now tightly bound
by the strange tentacles. She
pulled hard, fighting the black tendrils, but they didn't seem to budge at
all. “Let me go, you
son-of-a-bitch…you can't do this...I'm on the side of justice,”
the comely young mutant/witch shrilled. “This is
wrong!”
The Judge snorted with an animalistic
rage from behind Their face mask, flexing Their pectoral muscles to signal
Their tentacles to tighten their grips on Scarlet's arms and legs. "You will
be released criminal…released to face your decreed fate…after you
have performed your community service and tended to Our needs, the symbiont/man
roared. The Judge's flailing
tendrils suddenly lifted the writhing Avenger off of the floor and hoisted
her high into the air with amazing
ease. Suddenly, the serpentine limbs that were wrapped around
her arms tightened their grip and flexed outward, manhandling the heroine’s
arms straight out away from her twisting body to hold her suspended in the
air in a pseudo-crucifixion pose.
“Damn it...Let me go!”
the Scarlet Witch implored, her face reddened from anger and
exertion. Anger turned to rage
as the tendril that had removed her cloak then slithered nimbly upward over
her body, wriggling between the globes of her breasts, until its thin, round
tip slowly slipped back downward
under the collar of her body stocking.
At that point, the main tentacle split and several thinner tendrils
became offshoots of the larger one; these offshoots continued back down the
wriggling heroines body under her rose and crimson
ensemble.
The sounds of stretching and straining
material filled the chamber as the comely heroine's crimson leotard and
rose-colored body stocking suddenly, simultaneously, began to
part. Then, the front of the
Avenger’s costume burst abruptly open and her bounteous breasts spilled
unrestrained into view. The
tiny tendrils worked quickly around the mutant’s struggling frame until
her leotard and that portion of her body stalking that was not covered by
boots or gloves dropped to the floor.
"You will not be freed woman. We have convicted you and Justice shall
prevail!" The Judge declared triumphantly.
The Scarlet Witch gasped loudly and
blushed deep crimson, her abundant breasts swaying and giggling as the
symbiont/man’s tentacles shook her violently about in the air. She shivered
as she felt cold air on her suddenly exposed
sex! “Hey...what the hell
are you doing, you pervert...leave me be...this is uncalled for...justice
isn't prevailing here...evil is!
You must be out of your mind!” the helpless heroine shrilled
hoarsely.
“WE will not leave you
be! You are a convicted felon,
woman, and as such you must be punished for your
crimes! WE will use you for
sexual gratification!” The
Judge declared as his “clothing’s” black extremities, with
their rubbery feel, held Scarlet's limbs immobile as even more tentacles
formed and move insistently over her struggling
frame. Without warning, two
of the tendrils looped around the heroine’s firm breasts and squeezed
the proud globes forcefully. Then
the tendrils relaxed, only to contract tightly around the mammary glands
again as they began an incessant series of rhythmic contractions which caused
the Avenger’s chest to turn purplish as the tendrils forced her swollen
breasts into prominence. The phallic-shaped ends of the tendrils the tendrils
suddenly caved inward and opened up, attaching themselves to the woman’s
excited, turret-like nipples like small suction cups, sealing over and applying
a steady suction pressure to her nipples.
“What the hell does your sexual
gratification have to do with justice...let me go
now. I dema... HEY!!!”
the Scarlet Witch yelped. She
moaned loudly and pulled and yanked desperately on her insidious bonds as
the prehensile tendril tips suddenly began suckling on her tender nipples
like twin newborn babes.
“No...stop! Leave
me alone! I DO NOT like this! Stop. Please STOP!” she pleaded forlornly
to the ever-morphing figure below her.
“No!
We will not stop!” The Judge
roared. “This Lifeform
shares the emotions and sensations of the Host...in this case those feelings
are of excitement and arousal. The Host is a human male who seeks to copulate
with a female of the species. You
are a specimen of the female gender, so WE shall couple with
you. So it is
written! So it shall
be!”
The larger tendril wrapped around
the Scarlet Witch’s legs abruptly loosened its grip and released her
legs. However, before the heroine could react, the tentacle then seemed to
unzip and split into two separate tendrils; these new prehensile tentacles
quickly wiggled up around Scarlet's thighs, pulling her legs apart, leaving
her womanhood opened and exposed for
intrusion. Suddenly, yet another
tentacle shot outward from The Judge's robe and wriggled through the air
toward the auburn-haired Avenger’s splayed thighs until the penis-shaped
head started to rub against the helpless heroines exposed slit.
“Couple with me? Oh God...God
no...you mean rape me! Jeese,
where do all you sickos come from! Let me go keep the hell awaaaaaa.........!” the Scarlet
Witch screamed stridently as her legs were wrenched apart by the strong tendrils,
and then she sucked air and gasped in silence as she watched the tentacle
snake toward her with widened gold-flecked blue eyes, abject horror filling
her face as she instantly understood its
purpose. She moaned loudly and
bucked desperately as she felt the tendril touch her
sex. With all her might, she
clenched her vaginal muscles to try to ward off penetration.
“NO!! NO!!…STOP!”
Scarlet pleaded loudly as the penisoid tentacle began parting her labial
lips, in spite of her desperate attempt to clench the muscles at the apex
of her long athletic legs as tightly as she
could. She held her breath as
she tried to hold out! Then she sighed loudly as the smooth penile head suddenly
wormed its way between her moist nether lips and slipped inside her delicate
folds.
“Silence,
female! Else, We will tear your
tongue from your mouth. You will mate with US and satisfy the Host's
needs!” The Judge proclaimed as, with exquisite delicacy, the phallus
withdrew slightly and then slid back into the woman’s tight sex a little
deeper than before. Moving with steady regularity, the tentacle repeated
the movement over and over, with each repetition embedding itself a little
deeper into her vaginal passage.
As all this was happening, The Judge gazed into Scarlet's blue eyes,
his own eyes devoid of humanity.
The Scarlet Witch moaned softly as
the three-inch-thick, black tendril forced its way repeatedly into her dry
sex, somehow coated with its own
lubricant. She fought the process
bravely, in spite of the fact that she could tell she was losing ground with
each cruel thrust. Her face
reddened with embarrassment, as she could feel her own moistness begin to
form. Scarlet took a deep breath
and froze as she felt the thick tentacle pull almost all of the way out of
her and pause, and then she screamed,
“NNNNNNOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!” as it slammed hard back into
her love canal, pushing deep into her vagina, probing the entrance to her
cervix.
The Judge chuckled maniacally under
his hood as the sordid rape of a “mighty” Avenger proceeded without
interruption. Over and over
They drilled the waving snake-phallus deep into her moist channel, forcing
her to take Them into her quivering
body. For her part, Scarlet
moaned softly and writhed weakly as the ebony tendrils continued to jerk
her buxom body to and fro, holding her aloft while her tender sex was brutally
raped by the thick tentacle and her tender nipples continued to be suckled
by the coiling tendrils. The lovely heroine found herself dizzied by all of the
motion her body was being subjected to, but she found herself blushing deeply
as she felt a familiar heat building in her loins. She gasped over and over
as she tried to desperately to regain self-control…to avoid the on-rushing
forced orgasm!
Suddenly, the black, hose-like phallus
quivered and swelled in the heroine's
depths. It twitched frantically
several times, and then there was a sudden spasm deep within Scarlet's passage
as the monstrous penisoid discharged, spewing her vaginal walls with its
thick, viscous seed!
“EEEWWWWWWW!!!!
Gross! Can I please take
a shower now? This is sick!!!”
the Scarlet Witch gasped loudly, trying to regain her breath, blushing deeply
as a thick, milky substance dripped out of her womb and down her
thighs. In spite of the sickening
rape, there was a slight smile on her face, a slight gleam of pride in her
eyes. She has been
raped! Yes,
raped! But she was able to resist
the sordid physical responses and maintain her
dignity! As a true heroine always
strove for in these unfortunate circumstances, but rarely managed to accomplish,
she had fought off the dreaded forced orgasm!
TO BE CONTINUED
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