Note: For those who has read my last story

“Gallant Girl (Night of Dread)” this is the continuance

Of that story. Also you will find it has a double ending,

So you can choose either a happy ending for the two heroines

Involved…or a very bad one…Your choice?

Gallant Girl

(A mind is a terrible thing to waste )

Fuck with

Special guest Heroine: Teen Shadow.

It was almost noon when Detective Brett Paterson got a radio call to investigate a missing persons report on the other side of Grand Capital. "One baker 20...check out possible abduction at same address!" the radio dispatcher added to his instructions.

"One Baker 20...Rodger!" Brett, acknowledged, turning down a side

street, towards a small motel. "What do we got here?" Brett asked a

female police officer on the scene.

The woman smiled.

"You could at least say hello first...Brett!" She said sarcastically.

Brett sighed at the pretty blonde in her mid 20's.

"Note to self," He thought. "Stop dating other cops."

Her name was Kimberly Thompson; she had been on the force for two years, when they went out on a date.

Several more times they went out, but after his involvement with Melissa, Brett's reactions to her changed. Brett seemed distant and avoided dating her.

Kimberly deduced that another woman was on his mind, although he never said anything. It was Kimberly, not Brett who finally called off the relationship.

They are now good friends and colleagues...but, from time to time, she reminds him sarcastically that they once were more.

"Hello Kimberly," Brett conceded.

Kimberly grinned. "The guy over there in the Gray shirt said his two friends who stayed in a room in this motel last night disappeared. We checked it out and found gray 2006 Honda Accord registered to a Bobby Sanders from Centra City, abandoned not too far from here."

About that time, another officer approached.

"My partner," Kimberly announces.

"Officer Dan Glenn," The male officer greeted shaking Brett's hand.

"Officer Glenn," Brett acknowledged.

"You have something to add to the investigation?"

"Yes," The male officer responds.

"Two people, who were at the Marriot down the block a few nights back, saw a colorful clad woman riding a window washer's motor cart to the top suite, and witnessed what looked her entering through the balcony.

"That may tie in with what the guy over there saw?" Kimberly added.

"Gallant girl!" Brett immediately thought quietly, but said nothing. Brett thought for a moment, taking in all that he heard, and then walked over to the man Kimberly told him about.

"Detective Brett Patterson!" he introduced himself, to the man in his early 20's.

"Kyle Jordan," the young man returned.

"I know you already told this story repeatedly!" Brett stated. "But, I need you to tell me just one more time…

* * *

Brandi James, (Alias Teen Shadow) slowly awoke from the effects of the Chloroform she inhaled, following the gang rape she suffered in her motel room, as her boyfriend Bobby watched helplessly bound by goons sent to abduct her.

The night before, she aided the local heroine Gallant Girl.

The heroine was being moved to another location to be furthur tortured, following the rape & abuse she suffered after her failed attempt to exact revenge on gang boss Alton Davis III, better known as DREAD

14 hours after the last man had raped her in the very bed she shared with her boyfriend Bobby, the valiant heroine her own hometown of Centra City nicknamed as Teen Shadow, opened her eyes to a new reality. At first she smiled...she had forgotten for a very brief moment what had transpired.

Then the horrible reality set in.

"No!" she yelped, finding herself lying on a hard concrete floor

completely naked. She tried to move her arms, but found it impossible.

She twisted her wrists behind her back feeling them bind against leather. There was also a metal lump that moved with her and was cold on her lower back.

She looked at one of her bare ankles, on it was a leather cuff, tightened down and adjusted, then locked in place by a padlock...the other ankle was the same. She could only imagine that her wrists were shackled identical and padlocked together by metal links on the cuffs itself.

Brandi balanced herself despite not having the use of her hands and got to her feet. There was no chain linking her two ankles, so she could move freely. She looked all around the room...the beast way she could describe it was that it was an old shower room.

There were no shower heads or any kind of plumbing at all, but the walls and floor reminded her of the girls shower room at her old high school.

"Brandi?" came a familiar voice coming from the wall behind her.

"Bobby?" she returned the inquiry.

"Over here," Bobby's voice directed.

As she neared a wall behind her, she realized the sound came from a metal looking hole. Brandi squatted by the hole that was about waist high to her.

"Are you okay Bobby?" she asked.

"I suppose?" he said. "You..?

Brandi jerked on her wrist restraints, hearing a metal clank.

"I've been better," She said plainly.

About that time, she heard the sound of a door being opened. Suddenly there were six strange men staring lustfully at her.

"Good morning Angel Tits!" the leader of the band of henchmen spoke up. Brandi looked at him and a flashback of her previous gang rape entered her thoughts. She shuddered...he and the others, were the very six men who raped her in the motel.

"How'd you sleep?" The man asked, noticing that she recognized him.

"Pussy been giving you problems," he teased, causing mild laughter from the other men.

The laughter set Brandi's anger to boiling. Her emerald green eyes blazed, and her fists clenched in her restraints, as she walked towards them. She knew she probably had no chance in hell of getting past them, but it would feel soooo good to her to pay them back in even a small measure for what they did to her.

The men retreated slightly....if not for the fact she was bound and outnumbered, most of the men would have scattered, running off in all directions. They all knew the reputation of Teen Shadow and knew that fighting and beating up multiple opponents at one time, was not a new thing for her...many of them or friends of theirs found out personally.

Brandi traversed half the distance ready to do battle with just the use of her strong legs and bare feet. For many, this would be a distinct disadvantage in a fight, but those who have seen her in action, know that her feet are deadly weapons,

Suddenly, two men appear in the doorway.

Brandi's eyes go wide in surprise at the sight of a high pressure water hose. "Cool off bitch!" the leader of the group laughed, as Brandi is hurled across the room by the high pressure steam of water generated by the hose.

"What's happening?" Bobby yelled from the other room, hearing water slamming against the wall, and Brandi's screams of protest, as she is pelted continuously by the cruel hose operators.

Bobby feels about as useless as a man can ever feel at this point.

First, he has to watch in horror as his girlfriend is savagely raped by goons. Now, she is screaming out once more, and again...there is nothing he can do to help her.

"It's a Madhouse...a MADHOUSE!!" One of the henchmen teased her, reciting a line from the 60's movie Planet of the apes.

Sometime later, the water is turned off and Brandi tries to recover her senses after the fact. "Boys," The leader instructed, a split second after the water in turned off.

“If you please.”

Disorientated from the water torture, Brandi was not aware of the presence of several henchmen around her, until it was too late. She felt hands grabbing for her, holding her down, while her feet were ceased. Brandi heard the metallic sound of a lock clicking into place and realizes that they locked her two leg restraints together. Her heart sank...she was now completely helpless.

"Hold her!" The leader ordered.

Brandi squirmed at his approach, trying to wiggle loose from the restraints, but even she knew it was a wasted effort. Suddenly, the man was beside her. He pulled something from his pocket, something that made a crinkle sound. "It's my sad duty to inform you that your life is to be terminated," he stated.

"Ya...terminated!" another man teased, doing a very bad

Schwarzenegger impression.

Suddenly, a plastic bag covered Brandi's head.

She tried to take a breath of air, but inhaled only plastic instead.

The young crime fighter whipped her head back and forth to try to

dislodge the bag, hearing the sound of tape being unrolled to hold it in

place. She screamed in panic as her world quickly became plastic, heated by the gasps being sucked in through her mouth and nose. She could taste the plastic as she thrashed on the floor and could feel her nipples being bitten upon, as several men decided to take advantage of her vulnerability and suck hardily on her exposed tits.

Her vision began to blur and take on a yellowish hue, while white

flashes spotted all she could see. Her chest heaved in an attempt to

retain what little breath she had.

There was no air any more. Her body spasmed as her lungs leapt in search of life-giving oxygen, but there was none. Her screams became gurgles that were themselves muffled by the plastic. She could see three men looking down at her laughing as she began to die.

In that instant, before she gave herself up to death, the plastic bag was removed.

Brandi gasped violently, trying to recapture every lost breath.

She felt her sweat and tears drip from her body...the experience drained

her mind and body of as all it had in reserve.

Brandi felt her consciousness slipping away.

She was going to pass out, but before she did, she felt a strange, sticky feeling of something oozing down her breasts and upper body. There was a familiar scent in the air...then; even in her mental state she knew what was happening. They were ejaculating over her.

The last thought Brandi Melissa had before blacking out, was one of utter disgust.

After the henchmen all depart, leaving her alone on the cold, wet, concrete floor, covered with their semen, Brandi can hear Bobby's inquiring voice from the other side of the wall.

At first, it was very clear to her, a desperate plea for her to talk to

him...to say anything? Then everything she heard was garbled and in

very slow motion, making him sound like a music CD dragging in the

player.

Then there was nothing at all.

She had passed out…

* * *

2Pm, The sun was under the cover of several dark clouds, which made

temperature a lot cooler. The weather channel showed no sign of rain,

so many people hit the beach.

One woman in particular had been there for an hour now.

"Hi Professor Gallant!" a young man in his early greeted, staring at the supple 26 year old English Literature professor dressed in a yellow bikini, with her foot on the bumper of her 2008 Mazda RX3 tying her running shoes.

Taking advantage of the cooler weather and Her teaching assistant's offer to do her work for her, Melissa Gallant (AKA Gallant Girl) decided today was the day to catch up on a little physical fitness.

With her hectic class schedules, she had put off her daily run.

She managed a regiment of pushups and sit-ups...they did interfere with her work, but a 5 mile run, was another story.

There was another reason too. After the horror with Dread, she did not want to hole away inside her condo feeling sorry for herself.

She had to make up her mind to either give up the late night adventures as Gallant girl...or, put the painful and degrading night behind her and simply learn from it. It was a hard choice, that she spent hours arguing with herself about.

On one hand, this was the second time as the heroine Gallant Girl that she had been captured and either raped, tortured, or both, nearly ending her young life...PERMANATLY.

Flipping the coin, she also argued that the two instances were rare...normally she was victorious, and kicked the bad guys ass.

Thanks to her tons of illegal drugs were now in Police impound, and not being sold on the streets of grand Capital.

Melissa strolled casually across the beach. The route she took was not the closest path she could have taken to the edge of the waterline and she knew it.

Truth was, she did it on purpose, she knew the path she took would have her walk past a majority of males onlookers.

She worked hard to maintain her physical shape, and secretly loved it when younger males, like her students ogled her body.

"Shit...what a fucking body!" whispered a boy of 19 to another was she pasted by them in her very revealing string bikini. Melissa unconsciously flexed her well toned muscles, arching her back in such a way that her breasts appeared more prominent.

"Down spike...down boy!" Melissa heard the other boy retort, teasing about his now hardening erection.

"Will you look at her," one teenage girl said to the other.

"I bet she has got like 0 body Fat!"

"I wish my man would stare at me like that!" the other girl responds.

Melissa heard a few more remarks of a similar nature, before she reached the edge of the beach and could almost feel dozen's of male eyes burning into her flesh, as she walked along. At the end of her trek, she took the matching yellow sports bra she was toting and added it to the barely visible bikini top she had on for support on her run.

As much as she liked the admiration of the crowds...having her sizable breasts popping out of her flimsy bikini top for all to see was not in her plans.

"Well," Melissa said staring down the long beach line.

"Time to get to work!"

Melissa started off slow at first...her entire body still ached from the abuse Dread inflicted on her less than 24 ago. Many might say that she should let herself heal more, before stressing her injured womanhood, but she knows the longer she waits, the less chance she has of recovering mentally from the her Rape experience.

30 minutes into her run on the soft sand, she received her 2nd wind, and picked her pace from a fast jog to that of a flat out run. Her feet sank deep onto the soft sand upon the impact of each step...the muscles in her lightly tanned legs kicked into high gear and signaled her feet to dig in deep and propel her forward at even greater speeds.

Melissa was in heaven. She had completely forgot her pain and troubles. She had always loved physical fitness and was thrilled whenever she pushed herself to the very top of her endurance levels. Her hair flew freely in the wind behind her...she felt like a Greek athlete 1000 years ago, as they sprinted to the great city of Marathon to tell of a great victory their army had achieved.

Suddenly, Melissa felt strange?

She looked to her right and left, and then finally she stopped to look behind her.

There was no one around her.

In her athletic trance, she had simply forgot to turn around at the 2.5 mile marker and head back to complete the 2nd half of her 5 mile run. She had never gone past the marker before and had no idea where she was? She did not even know how far she had gone? In her trance...she might have actually ran all the way to Greece and would have never realized it!

Melissa started walking slowly back the way she came when she noticed a car pull off from a small dirt road. It took her a moment to realize, that the car was heading her direction. As the car came close enough to see...she smiled. "Brett," she said to herself, as a plain brown police sedan stopped in her path.

"You a little lost stranger?" The handsome police detective teased her, as he shuts his car door behind him and walks around the front of the car to stand just 10 inches away from her.

"It's a good thing I don't want to see you’re ID," He chuckled, upon inspection of her almost non existent bikini.

"I doubt you got any pockets to keep one in that thing?"

"Just what I need...a Knight in shining armor!" Melissa commented, wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a very passionate kiss. It wasn't a lover's kiss, and it wasn't a hey buddy kiss...it was somewhere in the middle.

It was a kiss that reminded him what they once had, but also let him know where they stood in their relationship now.

"And hello to you too!" Brett responded, feeling his cock stiffen like always when she kisses him like that. He isn't for sure, but he swears she that does that on purpose, to get that very reaction from him.

"As much as I would like for you to have driven all the way out here for a kiss," Melissa began. "I know you have something else on you mind to talk to me about." She added.

"Is it about our mutual friend Gallant Girl?"

Brett nods. "There was a report last night of a person matching her description, scaling the side of the Marriot, then one of the same woman being forced along in an alleyway by several men...anything you need to tell me Mel?"

"You...ah, here to arrest this Gallant girl?" Melissa coyly asked.

"If I was," Brett responds, taking a step forward to look her straight in the eyes.

"She would be wearing handcuffs right now!"

Brett stepped back. "No," he stated. "No one filled any complaints on her, but I have several dead bodies in that grand hotel...and I just need to know if Gallant Girl was there?"

There is a short silence then Melissa nods.

"I found him there," She said quietly.

"Dread?" Brett questioned.

"I can only assume things did not go well for Gallant Girl?"

Melissa did not answer him, but Brett still got his answer, from her avoidance of eye contact and the single tear that escaped from the corner of her eye.

"That son-of-a-bitch!" Brett reacted.

"Hazards of the job," Melissa interjected.

Brett sighed.

"I suppose," he said, forming a slight smile.

"I guess it would be pointless for me to suggest you give up these vigilante adventures of yours and just be a full time teacher where I didn't have to worry all the time about you getting killed off by some criminal element?"

"Very pointless!" Melissa responds. "And, that's Professor...not Teacher!"

Brett acknowledged her with a nod.

"There is one last thing?" He commented. "I have a report of two missing people from a motel that was about 3 blocks from the Marriot. A Bobby Sanders and a female by the name of Brandi James from Centra city. Statement by a Kyle Jordan places them both in that alleyway where Gallant Girl was last night...now they are gone.”

Jordan said, Bobby Sanders was an old friend and was visiting with his girlfriend Brandi, when they saw a woman being forced into a truck. Jordan and Sanders cut the tires on the truck to delay it while the girlfriend called the police...next thing Jordan recalled was some costumed figure fighting with the men who were abducting the woman."

Melissa suddenly had a flashback. She remembered the face of her rescuer that night.

"It was a woman," Melissa relayed to Brett.

"The Costumed Figure," Melissa clarified, seeing Brett's confusion.

"It was some female heroine that rescued Gallant Girl last night!"

"Wait!" Melissa said thinking for a moment.

"Isn't there a heroine operating in Centra City...what's her name?" She thought hard. "Teen Shadow," Melissa suddenly remembered.

"It had to have been her!"

"Brandi James...must be Teen Shadow!" Melissa replied.

"It's the only thing that makes sense!"

"It certainly adds up," Brett agreed.

"My god!" Melissa gasped. "Do you think Dread could have them?"

"Well," Brett replied. "There is a warehouse that Dread used to visit quite frequently before he disappeared. There is only a guard at the desk now, but it would make a good place to stash some hostages, if he was so inclined."

"I think I'll pay that place a visit." Brett suggested.

"Hey!" Melissa protested. "That place could be dangerous...maybe Gallant Girl...?"

"No!" Brett interrupted. "If I find anything...I can have 50 cops there in 10 minutes!" "Besides" He added. "I'll check in before I enter the place...just in case!"

"So don't worry about me...I'll be fine!"

"Come on!" Brett urged.

"I'll give you a lift back to your car…"

* * *

30 minutes later, in the locked room adjoining the old shower area,

where Teen Shadow toyed with death, Bobby Sanders, tries hard to hear breathing or some signs of life from his girlfriend Brandi, who fainted from her ordeal more than an hour ago.

"Brandi?" He whispered as loud as possible.

But he received no reply.

He was about to call for her again, when the door to the room burst open, and several men rushed inside. The men, six in all stood around him with automatic weapons.

"Get up!" One man yelled.

Dressed in just his pants, Bobby stood barefooted and shirtless...just the same state of dress, when henchmen invaded his motel room, bound & gagged him and made him watch, as his girlfriend, and Centra City vigilante, Teen Shadow was gang raped.

Bobby heard a metal clicking, as handcuffs secured his hands behind his back.

Motioning with their guns, he felt a man poke him in the ribs with their weapon, and he started walking forward. The entire trip took less than 4 minutes, and he was pushed into a room.

In his path were 2 metal examination tables...he was pushed towards one of them. Surrounded again, a man released his handcuffs. Bobby was slightly amused by their caution.

"Typical male arrogance," he thought. They just assumed, because Brandi was such a formidable presence and they were together...being a man, he just had to be more of a threat than she was.

"Get up on that table!" the lead henchman ordered.

Bobby hesitated momentarily, as he decided his options, then obeyed. "Lay back," was The lead henchmen's next command..

Bobby shivered as his bare upper body touched the cold metal surface. Bobby heard metal chains, and felt henchmen pulling at his arms, stretching them out and securing them to opposite corners of the table. "What are doing?" He protested, as a leather style bondage blindfold was fastened around his eyes.

There was a short silence in the darkness he now was in, and then he panicked as he felt his dark blue sweat pants being removed.

"Hey stop it you bunch of Homo's!!" He yelled, as his legs are chained down like his arms were to opposing corners of the table.

"That's not a nice thing to call the boys!" a female voice teased; as he felt a hand gently fondle his penis through the fabric of his white cotton briefs. "My... you sure are packaged well here!" the voice laughed,

grabbing the waistband of his shorts.

“Hey…fucking stop that…Hey!!” Bobby protested fervently, feeling his underwear being yanked down past his thighs, exposing his naked manhood to the eyes of some unseen female. Bobby felt himself turn red with embarrassment, not knowing at this point who was watching?

"That’s better!" the woman’s voice commented, running her hand along his inner thighs, to cup his balls in her hand. Bobby felt his penis swell as she fondled him for a moment.

"UUUUNNNHH" He moaned automatically to her actions.

"Oh my...you are a big boy aren't you!" He heard her exclaim, as she took his semi hard cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently, while he felt her lean forward and rub his bare chest.

"Such a nice bare chest," the woman praised.

"No...please!" Bobby protested, despite the stimulated sexual urges she produced in him.

"I have a girlfriend...she....?"

"Awwww!!" The woman teased. "Such a noble sweetheart you are!"

"Don't worry," the voice whispered in his ear.

"This will not be pleasant experience...I assure you."

With that the woman's voice was gone. He waited in silence for several long seconds, then smelled the scent of two different perfumes.

Bobby could only surmise that two women were around him.

"Who are you?" he asked, but received no reply. He could hear almost inaudible sobbing and conceived that the women were being forced to be there.

"Get to it!!" He heard the woman's voice order.

Bobby tensed, as he felt someone lick the head his penis.

His cock surged and he felt it brush against the side of someone's face, as yet another unseen person began to simulate his balls with their tongue. "Oh my god!" Bobby moaned, as his balls were sucked on and his cock slid in and out of the mouth of the second person.

Much to his dismay, his penis almost immediately became fully erect. The women given the task to stimulate him, certainly were efficient. In a matter of minutes Bobby was about to explode in an uncontrollable orgasm. If it was a consensual act of oral sex...he would have cum already. But, since neither he nor the women wanted what was happening, he felt he had to try and abstain.

"Noooo...can't hold back any longer!" He groaned, knowing that any moment, he would fill the woman's mouth who was giving him head with warm cum. "I...I'm Cumming....I...I…?

"What the..?" He puzzled realizing that no one was now doing anything at all to him. It was a strange feeling to have his rock hard penis pulsing between his legs, while it stood up right where the woman left it after discontinuing her efforts, the other woman had also abandoned her task of simulating his balls. There was a brief silence, then he could he a snicker a moment before he was doused with cold water.

"Cool down Lover boy!" Exclaimed a male voice.

"You-son-of-a-bitch!!" Bobby yelled out in shock.

There was just mild laughter in the background, as he felt his erection slowly dissipate, then again he felt himself tense up, as the women returned to taunt him again. Bobby decided not to fight the orgasm this time, but, the play still ended the same... with his erect cock waving in the breeze, and with him drenched with a bucket of cold water. Bobby wondered at that point, how many times this act will repeat itself...and what purpose it served his captors? And who was watching his ordeal?

From above the room, two men watched his peril through a one way mirror. In a very calm demeanor, a man about 5' 10, roughly 175 LBS looked on, as a very large African American male in an expensive three piece suit looked at what was going on questionably. "I don't get what you're trying to accomplish here Eric?" He questioned.

The smaller man turned to the bigger man slightly irritated.

"Please Mr. Davis!" He responded. "Please call me PAIN MASTER!"

The big man chuckled. "Okay...but cut out the Alton Davis shit!"

He retorted.

"Just call me DREAD!"

"Now...PP," he continued.

"I repeat...what are you trying to accomplish??"

"He's Fucking with their minds," A woman's voice interjected.

"My sister Wanda," Pain Master explained, as a woman in her mid 40's approached them. "It was her idea to take a more subtle approach to our guest's punishment.

"We plan to stimulate their fears with the element of the unknown," Wanda added."With the girl... it was a fear of death...with him, it's the denial of full pleasure."

"Thus, the stopping before he reaches orgasm," Pain Master adds.

"It drives men crazy!" Wanda giggles girlishly.

"You, still believe Gallant girl and this detective...Paterson will show up?" Dread asked. "Because I still want that whore's TITS in my trophy case! That is, after she suffers a whole lot first!"

"Don't worry Mr. Dread," Pain Master grinned.

I have some very nice plans for the both of them...

* * *

15 Minutes later, Melissa stops her car in front of an old two story house. Melissa grabs her handbag from off the passenger side seat, and pushes the button on her key chain to activate her RX3"s security alarm.

It was about a 50 meter trek up three separate sets of concrete steps until she got to the main wooden porch.

"Hello Mrs. Weirtz," Melissa greeted the droll-like looking woman

that opened the door giving her a scowling expression.

"Is...Monty home?" she asked.

The woman gave no reply, as she unlatched the screen door and walked away. If this had been the first time that this had happened, Melissa would have been unsure what to do?

But this was the reaction she received every time she visited Monty.

Seems Monty's mother was overprotective, and despised younger women who might marry her son and take him away from her. Melissa sighed, as she opened the door, hearing the screen door creak loudly as she entered.

Melissa had been coming to see Monty for about a year now. He was about 35 years old and was beginning to lose his hair already. He was extremely polite and a very nice man, but he was NOT in any sense of the word...her type!

The reason she came to see him was for his ideas for her alter ego Gallant Girl. Monty was one of the few people that knew of her secret identity. One such enhancement, was a homing beacon which lead detective Brett Paterson to her rescue, when she was held captive by the sinister arch villain Pain Master, which crime boss Sidney Synester hired to exact his revenge on the young heroine for interfering with his operations.

Melissa had been at this house quite a few times since she meet him one late night at the college.

Monty was a temporary custodian. Melissa had been working late grading some papers, when she realized she missed her dinner. Monty offered her part of his box lunch, and they talked for about an hour.

Melissa was amazed at his intellect and why he was a custodian? It was a long story, as he put it, and over the course of several similar nights, he told her his life story.

It came down to money problems (on his part) and his mother felt a high school education was all a man needed in this world.

On the 4th night, Monty was near the scene of one of Gallant Girl's excursions.

Being a fan of the heroine, he was spellbound when she came out of nowhere in full costume, being chased by goons.

Mel would have met her fate that night, if he had not kicked a trashcan out in front of the goon causing him and two others to crash to the concrete sidewalk.

In her garb of Gallant Girl, Mel tried to act like she never met Monty before, but he was not falling for the ruse.

Monty had spent many nights studying the outline of her body, during their lunch breaks, and way too much time imagining what her bare breasts were like under her lowcut blouses, to not be able to see her plainly though a simple mask.

It was not too long after that, she realized his skill for weapons and gadgets that eventually save her life a few more times.

Melissa walked 10 feet across the floor. By passing a clutter of inexpensive figurines, all over the place...on the coffee table, book shelves, even the window sills.

"Doesn't his mom ever throw anything away?" Mel thought, as she opened the door to the basement, and began to traverse the narrow staircase to the bowels of the old house.

"Yo...Monty!" she yelled out, when she saw her old pal, seeming to be

working on something at his workbench.

There was a moment of silence, as Monty averts his attention from what he is working on to his newly arrived guest.

"Well...if it isn't my favorite Lady of the night!" He teased, seeing a bit of confusion in Melissa's face.

"You know," He clarified. "You’re a vigilante that goes out at night...you’re a woman...?

"Monty!" Mel interrupted. "I got it...okay!"

"What can I do you for?" Monty inquired, redirecting his thoughts.

"What is that you're working on?" Melissa asked, walking forward, to stand looking over his shoulder. Monty can't help but feel aroused at the touch of her hand on his shoulder.

Though, it has never been a factor in their working relationship, Mel knows that he has a thing for her. Hell...it's no surprise! He is a man in his mid 30's who in all likelihood has never been with a woman...and with all modesty she laughs to herself...I am ONE HOT BABE!"

"It's not done yet," Monty explained, as Mel rubs his shoulders. "But, if all goes as I expect? This little device will produce a thermal blanket around the person wearing it. It will produce a thermal map of every warm blooded creature in a 20 meter radius!"

"Hasn't that technology already been thought of?" Mel interjected.

"Not in this clarity!" Monty responds. "With this...you can tell the boob size of a naked woman!"

"And," he added, holding up two batteries. "It all runs on these!"

"You're...not planning on planting one of those in my bathroom are you?" Mel teased, squeezing hard on his shoulder blades, making Monty scamper out of his chair.

Melissa knows he wouldn't really do such a thing, but loves to play games with him. In lots of ways, he is like the brother she never had. But, he is also like the good friend of a brother who would not mind getting a quick peek at her boobs.

"Hey...cut it out...QUEEN KONG!" he chuckles, nursing his bruised shoulders. They both enjoy a laugh, then Melissa turns more serious.

"Monty," She began. "I'm going back after Dread and I need your help.

There is a warehouse; secluded near Tangiers Lake...you told me you once made deliveries there."

"Can you show me a way in?"

Monty nods. "That’s easy...though the # 4 air shaft.

But...there is that camera near the monitoring room," he said rubbing his chin for a moment before Melissa sees his eyes glow with a thought.

"I got just the thing to get you past that problem...

* * *

Meanwhile, at that same Warehouse, Detective Brett Paterson struggles, his own handcuffs restraining

his arms behind his back, as several men force him along down a series of short hallways, past the main warehouse, where several new late model black Hummers are housed.

"Dread!" Brett exclaimed, as his blindfold is removed, and he sets eyes upon the huge man before him, relaxing, as he causally huffs on a Cuban made cigar. Near him, is a man of considerably less stature,

but, his positioning opposed to the four goons behind him, suggest he is also one of the people in charge.

On the opposite side of Dread, sitting causally on the couch, is a woman.

Brett can't help but take in her appearance. She is a slightly large woman, about six feet tall, and he guesses her weight to be somewhere around 140 to 165 LBS.

She seems to be older, maybe 45 to 50, but still quite attractive. Brett imagined, in her early years, she was as beautiful as any woman he has ever dated.

"You made a big mistake Dread!" Brett exclaimed.

"I radioed in what and where I was; before your men grabbed me...there will be 100 cops here soon."

Dread took a long drag on his cigar.

"Well...that would be a problem," he said, taking another long drag. "But, you see...your dispatcher operator...Raymond is it...most likely will forget his little conversation with you, especially after all the money I pay him to look after MY interests.

Why...the poor man could lose $100.000.00 a year, if I went to prison.

"So, I guess I don't have to tell you the odds of those 100 cops showing up...do I?"

Dread got up a traversed a short distance in 3 steps, to stand towering in front of Brett. Dread was like a giant compared to him.

He wondered how Melissa managed the nerve to face down such a villain.

"The only reason I'm allowing you to keep breathing, is to lure that big tittied cow here, so I can finally dispose of her worthless ass!" He expressed with a scowl. "When I got her big tits in my trophy case...all of you are history!"

Brett gasped. "My god," He thought, realizing his careful plans to keep Melissa out of harm, may have actually increased her likelihood of capture. Brett knew all too well, that if Melissa did not hear from him soon, she would risk all and come looking for him.

"Get him out of here!" Dread ordered, as his henchmen grab onto him.

"I believe Pain Master has some things he needs to discuss with the detective, before his big-Tittied knight in shining armor comes to save him," he laughs out loud, seeing the look of horrid recognition in Brett's face.

"Brock!" Dread yelled to his personal assistant after Brett and the henchmen are gone. "

"Franco Harrison, over at Thugco is sending someone over to talk over my Cocaine distribution outside of the city limits.

Franco always sends me the hottest pieces of Ass to consult with," Dread grinned, as he started to leave. "Have her meet me in my private quarters when she arrives...we'll, ah...talk there."

* * *

In a secluded room in Dreads warehouse, a still completely naked Teen Shadow is forced through the doorway and presented to a man making himself a cocktail of several different liquors, topped off by a squirt from a seltzer bottle."You men may go now," The man replied, walking closer to the bound girl.

The man takes a sip of his drink, as the men depart the room. A surprise to him is the fact the girl before him makes no move to escape now that she is not restrained, nor does she make any effort to hide her nakedness.

He smiles, noticing the steel collar around her bare neck.

"I don't believe we have been properly introduced," The man stated, to his unspeaking captive.

"My name is Eric Cranz..But please call me Pain Master!"

Brandi felt a sickening feeling in her stomach...she had heard of his evil exploits. "What do you want?" The nervous heroine questioned. She tried to keep a bit of authority in her voice despite her helplessness, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Brandi hated his quiet demeanor. She would rather that he behaved like the buffoons that he commanded. She knew he was contemplating something sadistic to do to her.

Brandi heard the ice in his cocktail rattle, as he walked around behind her. Pain Master, disappeared from her sight for a moment. Things felt strange to her. Usually, Brandi could sense the presence of someone behind her, but this was not the case with this stalker, it was almost as he wasn't there at all.

Suddenly she howled out loud, as a hand slapped her ass. Before she could really react, Pain Master pulled her close to him. Suddenly, hands latched solidly onto her breasts. Brandi heard the glass containing his drink shatter in pieces on the floor and felt his hot breath, as he whispered in her ear.

"It was a shame I got here so late," He said in a low tone.

"The best part of torturing a heroine is taking off her costume."

"Of, course," He added, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefingers "The breasts of a heroine can be most...entertaining."

Suddenly...as suddenly as he began, pain Master stopped what he was doing and went over to make himself another drink.

Once he did that, he causally stripped off his pants and underwear and sat down in a chair.

Pain Master set his drink down on a small table beside the chair, and picked up a small gray box. "I hear you got a real talent for oral sex," Pain Master exclaimed with grin. "Show me!"

Brandi looked at him with disgust. As far as size went, his penis was far smaller than Bobby's, but that wasn't the issue...she was not going to willingly suck him off. "Go to hell!" She said defiantly, actually insulted that he alone felt he could force her to do what he wanted.

"You're crazy, if you think I'll ever put that thing in my mouth."

"If you even want to call that tiny thing between your legs a cock," she said, managing a slight grin, hoping for at least one verbal victory out of her ordeal.

Pain Master sighed, taking a sip of his drink, and then grinned, as he picked up the small gray box beside him.

"I was hoping you would say that," he responded, suddenly pushing a thumb sized button on his remote control.

"GGGGGAAAAAAA!!!!" Brandi screamed out, as electrical current coursed through her body. Immediately, she dropped to her knees.

Pain Master watched her for a second in silence.

"Interesting...isn't it," Pain Master stated, looking at the remote in his hand as though he never saw it before. "From your perspective, it feels like about 110 volts of electricity are flowing through your body...doesn't it?"

Brandi gave no reply to his question, but the painful scowl on her beautiful face gave Pain master his answer. The reality of it was, even if she did utter a reply...it would only be a series of grunts and screams.

"I know what you're thinking," Pain Master replied. "How could I generate that much electricity remotely, when either the remote or the collar around your neck is feed current from an electrical source? Truth is, both devices together only require two 9Volt batteries.

"What happens is...an ultra high frequency radio pulse in the collar amplifies the pain centers of your brain. In essence, there is no electricity at all torturing you."

"But, it might as well be...the pain is exactly the same."

Grinning, Pain Master pushes the button again, and Brandi's torment stops. "Now," Pain Master began. "Have you reconsidered my request furthur?"

Brandi takes a moment to compose herself.

"You bastard...I'll....AAAHHHHHH!!!!" Brandi started to say, as her torment began again.

"Wrong answer!" Pain Master responded, slightly annoyed.

"Let's try a higher setting...shall we?"

With a minor adjustment of his remote, Brandi felt an extreme increase of pain to her extremities. She tried to tell herself that the pain was in her mind (which it was) but that knowledge eased her pain very little.

Brandi felt another increase and toppled over onto her back.

Another increase, made her nude form convulse in agony. Pain Master felt his cock throb, as the defiant heroine's tits shook before his eyes. Truth be known, he could care less if she consented to his demands or not. He could watch this bitch suffer all night long.

"If you think you're going to pass out...it isn't going to happen!" He stated. "It's up to me how long you suffer...and I can watch those Tits of yours jiggle for a long time!"

Pain Master continued her torment for about five minutes, then again

offered her a reprieve from her torment.

"What will it be?" Pain Master inquired.

"COCK or PAIN?"

Brandi nodded her answer.

Pain Master smiled.

"Then get your Ass over here and suck my dick whore!" He demanded,

slightly disappointed that he could not torture her furthur.

Brandi slowly got to her knees and crawled over to where Pain Master sat sipping on his drink. As she got close, he slid forward in his chair and spread his legs wider. "Get to work and suck Shadow bitch!" He said casually, not even looking at her as her head disappeared between his thighs. Pain Master stifled a feeling of pleasure, as Brandi's mouth slid around his semi-erect penis.

Brandi began sucking on his cock with fervor.

She knew she had no choice but to obey and wanted to just get this nightmare over with!

"Pain Master ignored the slurping sounds below him, trying o prolong Brandi's humiliation as long as he could. However, the captured heroine was experienced at oral sex, and despite her repulsion at having him in her mouth, she soon had him enthralled in uncontrolled sexual passion. Brandi felt a sense of victory after all.

She knew what Pain Master wanted.

He didn't want a good blowjob...he want to control her. He wanted to be the one in charge in all things. He wanted to humiliate the young heroine bobbing up and down on his hard cock.

But the tables were now being turned on him and she was now the one controlling him. And with that, Brandi felt a sense of victory after all

Brandi worked his cock; she was determined now to win this small battle no matter what? She felt his fingers wrap around her hair and pull her closer to him. She knew he would not last much longer.

"Unnhh....unnh....AAAAHHHHH!!" Pain Master finally grunted, as he

lost control and climaxed.

Brandi grinned as best she could with Pain Master's cock in her mouth, feeling his warm semen at the back of her throat. She had to swallow continually to keep from choking, as he unloaded his shaft.

After a few moments, he yanks her by the hair from his shrinking

penis.

"Fucking Bitch!!" Pain Master yelled slapping her across the face, causing the bound heroine to fall over backwards onto the floor.

Grabbing the remote again, Pain Master angrily pushes the thumb

button.

“GGGGGAAAAAAHH!!!” Brandi screams out again, bits of Pain Master’s semen shooting out from her mouth, as a new round of simulated electrical pain engulfs her.

As she convulses in pain, he pulls on his pants and walks over to the bar. Pain Master finishes off his drink and slams his glass down on the counter. Opening the door he signals, and four men enter the room.

Turning off the power to the torture collar, Pain Master tosses the remote onto the bar, then gives the naked heroine a final scowl, before turning to leave

"Take this bitch back where you got her!"

* * *

While Teen shadow is taken away...outside the warehouse, about five miles away, on a secluded back road, where not more than five cars a day travel, a late model green sports car comes to a slow stop, after being directed by a police cruiser.

"Please get out of the car Miss!" A female officer in her late 20's ordered the sexy looking female at the wheel. "Leave the briefcase," she added, getting a disapproving scowl from the woman dressed in a very short skirt and snug fitting blouse.

After the woman is escorted away and handcuffed to the bumper of the squad car, the female officer takes the briefcase from off the passenger seat and opens it up on top of the roof of the car. The officer smiles, as she reads a note that contained the woman's written instructions.

"Well…what do we have here?” The policewoman exclaimed.

“This certainly is not powered sugar," the officer smiled showing the woman a bag with white powder in it. The woman began to shiver as the police officer steps towards her."You could do some real time for this much Cocaine," The female cop advised.

"A REAL long time!"

"Please...I ...I ? The woman stumbled over her response.

"Skip it!" The woman cop interrupted. "Here is the deal!" She announces. "I know you're with the Thugco organization ...and I know that Franco Harrison sends messengers to Alton Davis."

"What do you want?" The woman asked.

The female officer grinned. "Information…"

* * *

"GGGAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Detective Brett Paterson, screamed out again, as he is subjected to voltage from an electric stunning wand. Pain Master's sister Wanda walks in just as the device is pushed against his bare chest.

"Anything from him yet?" The woman questioned.

Brett looked up at her. Mild traces of blood are visible around the detective's face and the way he slumped in the chains that held him to the concrete wall behind him, she knows he took quite a beating to the midsection as well.

"Not yet...but, he'll be yakking before long," one of two henchmen

exclaimed, who were tending to his inquisition. "Now, talk...you

fucking Pig!!" He yelled, raring back with his fist to deliver another

blow to Brett's jaw.

Wanda stepped forward and grabbed his hand. "That’s enough for now Robert," she announced. "Let's give the detective a little time to relax and think over his options."

"Your brother aint gonna like it!" The distressed henchman responded, backing away despite his objection, to let Wanda step in close enough to stare into Brett's eyes.

Brett said nothing, as Wanda held his chin in her grasp. He felt a slight twinge of fear, as she glared at him. He saw the same evil in her eyes, as her brother Eric...but he saw something else too…Lust.

"Strap him down on that table over there," she instructed.

Wanda stepped back to let her cronies work. Brett was too weak to put up much of a struggle, and they soon had his arms secured to the table.

"I've been wandering what was inside here?" Wanda grinned, as she unbuttoned his pants. Brett tensed up, and held his legs tightly together, as she slowly unzipped his slacks.

The grinning mistress was not surprised by his resistance, and it only heated her passion more, as she yanked his pants down his legs. She tossed his slacks aside, and yanked at his boxer shorts. "Oh my!" She exclaimed, as his rather large manhood was exposed to her.

Brett felt his face flush with embarrassment.

Wanda enjoyed her view for a moment, then grabbed one of his bared ankles. "Tie him loosely," she instructed, wrapping a length of rope around his left ankle, while another henchman secured his right ankle.

Brett had a mixture of emotions at this point. He was embarrassed and outraged at being displayed so lewdly, but there was something about being bound so helplessly...he had never been in bondage before and could not help but feel a twinge of excitement.

"Leave us alone!" Wanda ordered, as she put on rubber gloves.

One by one, the four men in the room left and just he and Wanda remained. Wanda watched her helpless prey a few seconds, then walked across the room.

In a moment, she returned with a tube that looked like toothpaste. Wanda grinned silently as she squeezed a generous amount of the contents onto her gloved hands and immediately rubbed it all over his cock. Brett felt his cock jerk to attention almost immediately, as she stroked his shaft with her cream filled hands.

"OOOOOOhhh!!" The helpless detective felt his manhood grow in the palms of her hands.

"No use in trying to resist detective," Wanda replied, when she noticed him looking away from her. "This stuff will get a man rock hard in a matter of moments...it matters little on your state of arousal."

"There we go," Wanda announced, backing away to take in the sight of Brett's fully-erect penis. "My...you are a BIG boy, aren't you!" She laughed, wiping off her hands with a towel.

"You know," She said, grabbing the head of his cock lightly with just her thumb and forefinger, rotating his erect member in a clockwise direction. "All sorts of...bad...things could happen to this prize winning hunk of meat you got here."

Wanda gave him a wink, as she licked his cock gently, just below the head. The helpless detective jerked in his bonds, as his exposed member reacted favorably to her actions.

She giggled girlishly, then began to stroke his cock vigorously.

Brett felt as though he would cum right there, but nothing happened?

"Sorry Stud," Wanda replied to his silent inquiry.

"Special new erection cream developed by a Swedish scientist.

Especially designed for the woman in mind…like me,” She grinned.

“It will make a man rock-hard and horny for hours. But, I'm afraid you're not gonna be able to shoot off your load for awhile now."

"See what I mean," She laughed, letting go of his member, eyeing it contently, as it stood straight up, fully erect between his legs.

"Might as well put that thing to work," She replied, stripping off her shoes and pants. "Watching all this fucking and sucking got me all hot!" The statuesque blonde villain added, pulling down her white silk panties.

Brett shivered. He knew what she wanted and took in the sight of her whole body, as she pulled off her blouse and released her 38D breasts, tossing the garment aside to stand naked before him. Brett stared at her despite himself...she was a large woman in comparison to a lot of women. He guessed she was about six foot tall, and weighed close to 185 pounds. But, there was very little fat on her lofty frame. Her breasts were bigger than any other woman's he ever saw.

She was even bigger that Melissa. Although, her boobs did sag low on her chest, compared to Melissa's that despite their size, always stood up firm and unyielding.

Wanda climbed up onto the table and straddled him.

Her large tits hung limply before his eyes. "Suck them!" She demanded, turning the nipple of her right Tit, so that it lined up with his mouth. "Suck my Tit...now!"

Brett wanted to resist, but strangely he found he couldn't.

He didn't know if it was the Swedish cream, or his own lust for the opposite sex, but he immediately took her into his mouth and savagely sucked on her fat Tit.

Brett fed upon her breasts like a madman for several minutes. The more he sucked the more he wanted to suck, until he almost cried, when Wanda pulled her teats from his reach.

"Please!" He begged. "I gotta have you!"

Wanda smiled as sweat poured from her heated body.

"You will lover boy!" She said, positing herself over his rock-hard, straining cock.

"Hum?" She hesitated short letting him impale her.

"Maybe I shouldn't give you this right now?"

"Oh, please!" The lust filled detective pleaded, straining with all his might to thrust his cock upwards towards her opening.

"I need it bad!"

Wanda delighted in his futility for a long time, and then slid slowly down on his shaft. She wanted his hard cock, but she, like her brother, enjoyed the feeling of control.

"OOOOOOHHH!!" Brett moaned, as his cock slid inside her warm pussy. "Yesssss!!" He responded, thrusting upwards.

All thoughts of good guys and bad guys left his mind. All he wanted now was to fuck her like he never fucked a woman before…

* * *

Several hours later, secured with the information Monty had provided her on Dread’s estate, Gallant girl managed to elude her nemesis’s watchful sentries and drop down undetected from the ventilation shaft inside an empty maintenance room.

She suddenly found herself in cramped quarters. She had plenty of room, but all the mops, brooms pails, and assorted cleaning supplies made her movement restrictive.

Slowly, she cracked opened the door leading into the hallway.

Melissa was very cautious...she had to be. Dread's buildings, any of his holdings, had top of the art security monitoring.

No intelligent heroine would dare to do what she is attempting. But, she couldn't let Brett down. Plus, owed a debt to the captured heroine inside.

With the hallway clear, she pulls her binoculars from her utility belt and scans both directions.

Gallant girl see no forms of monitoring to her left, but to her right at the end of the hallway there was a rotating camera. Quickly, she retreats back inside the room.

Gallant girl thinks for a moment then remembers the new device, her friend Monty invented.

She quickly took out the device from a pouch in the back of her utility belt. The device was in 3 pieces.

The gas propelled gun itself, the sniper style telescopic site and of course the steel spiked projectile, that was to be fired at the camera.

Melissa again checked the hallway.

Carefully she sighted in on the camera. Her aim had to be perfect.

The idea was to hit the camera at it's rotating axis. If she hit it just right, the steel shank would stop the camera in a stationary position.

The camera would not stop working, so the odds that anyone would notice the malfunction was minimal.

Melissa practiced her aim for 3 hours in Monty's garage...she was flawless. A bead of sweat ran down Gallant girl's forehead, as she watched the camera rotate.

When it pointed down the opposing hallway, Melissa fired the projectile. The shank, made a minimal sound upon impact, but nothing that would cause any kind of alarm. The main point was, she was

Successful!

Gallant girl snuck down the hallway towards her preliminary target, according to the blueprints, the security room was two doors down. Outside the door, Gallant girl drew her Billyclub and rushed inside

the room. As suspected, there was only one man at the security monitors. "Who the Fuck???" the man managed to exclaimed, before he was bashed with Melissa's club.

Melissa looked down at the unconscious man on the floor.

"The names Gallant Girl... Asshole!" she responded.

Melissa quickly bound and gagged the man, then sat down at the security station. For 5 minutes, she monitored Intel from all the monitors, until she hit pay dirt!"

In what seemed like a throwback to the age of medieval dungeons, she discovered, two men. (Both Naked)

The first was a male, about 23 years old. He was busily having sex with a younger female. Melissa noticed that the girl was not bound, nor physically forced to participate by the male, but she did notice by the girl's expressions that she did not enjoy her situation.

10 feet away, she spotted another naked male, who was also thrusting in and out of younger woman. Both men were drenched with sweat and seemed to have a very hardy appetite for sex.

The man was very familiar. Melissa turned a dial on the panel and she was able to zoom in on the man's face.

"Brett!" She exclaimed.

Shocked at what she witnessed, Melissa switched the monitor to another room...Immediately, the camera focused on a nude female chained with her arms above her head to a brick wall.

Melissa felt a chill when she notices what looked like heavy lead weights connected to nipple clamps on the girl's breasts.

She knew just what the girl was feeling, from her own recent experience with the painful paraphernalia.

Gallant girl zoomed in with the camera to look at the girl's face. Suddenly, the events of days earlier replayed in her mind.

She remembered, being drug out to a truck in the alleyway, then a scuffle, as her abductors seemed to be fighting an unknown enemy. Then she saw it.

The compassionate face of her female savior.

The same one she saw now in the monitor before her.

Melissa looked at the map of the mansion on the desk.

She found her position in the security room, and plotted a path to the dungeon she was monitoring.

Checking the areas for guards or common thugs in her path, she was about to leave the monitoring station, when an image flashed on one of the monitors.

Gallant girl's blood boiled, as she saw 3 men drag a young woman into a room and rip off her clothes.

Melissa was torn on what to do, as the girl was held down, and one man began to rape her. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she turned away from the monitor and proceeded with her original plan.

Hopefully if she freed her fellow heroine...the two of them might be able to liberate some of the young girls that were held here against their wills.

Melissa quietly snuck out of the security room.

With no one monitoring the mansion her task would be much easier. According to the map, the dungeon was off a stair case two flights down. Gallant girl found the stairs and began her decent.

At the bottom of the stairs, a heavy steel door waited.

Melissa saw immediately that it was locked, by means of a steel chain wrapped around the handles. She looked around for a moment, but could not find any keys. Then she focused on a desk about 5 feet away.

"Shit!" Melissa thought. "There's a friggin guard!"

Suddenly, there was a noise, the sound of a toilet being flushed. Gallant girl froze in place, and then ducked in front of the desk. Melissa stood her ground, listening as a door opened, and someone walked ever closer.

Melissa listened to the guards actions.

She heard him leaning back in his chair, and then she heard distressed voices slowly rising in volume...that's when she realized that he was viewing the video monitor in the dungeon.

Melissa shook her head, when she heard moans from the guard, and

realized that he was masturbating to the naked image on the monitor.

"You sick Fuck!" Melissa exclaimed, standing up to face the surprised guard.

"W...What the....?' The guard responded, letting go of his semi-erect penis to go for his gun. Gallant Girl takes 3 quick steps, then bashes the guard across the head with her club, just as his fingers touch the gun stashed away in the top left drawer of the desk. The man is out instantly, and Melissa takes the keys from his pants pocket.

From inside the dungeon room, Brandi raised her head exhaustedly. She had been in her present form of bondage for several hours now. She tried to control the feeling of trepidation she was feeling.

Brandi knew every time that door opened meant furthur torture.

There was a frightening silence in the room for a moment, then

the door burst open, and a colorful stranger quickly entered the room. The woman showed a unique expression of compassion, anger and

even a trace of a smile.

There was a brief silence, as both women stared at each other.

Brandi released the slightest hint of a smile, as she realizes who the colorful heroine was.

"Get me out of this shit!" Brandi cursed.

Melissa was a little taken back by Brandi's vulgar language, but after what she must have been through...she figured she was allowed to express herself any way she wanted.

Melissa released one of Brandi's bound arms, then the other one while

Brandi removed the nipple clamps from her breasts and let them fall to the floor. With her release, Brandi looked about the room.

Brandi stared at Melissa a moment.

"Got something in that utility belt of yours I can borrow?" She asked.

"These assholes have my weapons at the moment."

Melissa grinned, and then hands over her Billy club.

"Now, let's go find Bobby and my stuff!" Brandi stated, moving towards the chamber entrance, when she is frozen in place at the sight of five men rushing in pointing automatic weapons at her.

Both Women turn to take a defensive stance,

Seconds later, the villainous Wanda walks in the room followed by a man Melissa knows quite well and a man Brandi has just recently been introduced to.

"Dread!" Both women mumble almost inaudibly.

"I gotta admit Dread!" Wanda stated."I never would have thought ole Gallant bitch here would have been so stupid to fall into our little trap,"

getting a look of both surprise and anger from Gallant girl. Her expression again changes as Pain Master makes his way into the room.

Neither Heroine nor Pain Master say nothing…there is no need.

Dread himself seems to just be content to survey the situation from the back of the room. Neither Gallant girl, nor Brandi perceived him as being fearful of being harmed in a scuffle, just that he wishes at the moment to look on as an observer.

"You're not taking us without a fight!" Brandi challenged, standing completely nude before her aggressors, with just the borrowed weapon she got from Gallant girl to defend her pledge. “I’d rather Die…than submit to your sadistic amusement again!”

Gallant girl is a little more apprehensive.

Although she quietly takes a similar stand, Melissa lets Brandi decide the course of action for the both of them. She recognizes the strong take charge tone in the younger heroine's voice.

Melissa had that same authority in her voice before Dread put her through a night of Hell, less than two days ago.

Now, facing overwhelming odds again, it is all the colorful heroine can do to control her apprehension.

"I see you're ready for another good fucking," Dread chuckled slightly, sitting himself upon a barstool styled chair behind the rest of the people in the room. "Put the guns away Gentlemen," He causally ordered, getting a look of panic from the men the weapons.

"This might be interesting?"

Wanda and Pain Master say nothing, as they step back towards Dread and let the now six henchmen in the room take on the team of heroines who are ready to engage them.

Weakened, but happy for the chance to fight back, Teen Shadow's anger flared and took the first initiative. At the approach of two henchmen, she side steps one man, confusing him for a moment, while she struck the second with her borrowed night stick.

Followed closely, a less emotional Gallant girl slams a fist into the jaw of her first opponent, and ducks the attack of a second, to kick a third across the room with a kick to the chest.

When the second man reasserts himself, Gallant girl strikes out in the opposite direction to catch the henchman with a ballet kick to the jaw that hurtles him into Teen shadow's final opponent.

"Oooops...sorry!" Gallant Girl responded with a fake girlish giggle when Teen Shadow gave her a disappointed glare for taking out one of her opponents.

Both heroines look around at the six henchmen, who are nursing their wounds. All six men stay where they landed...none of them are in any hurry to re engage the fiery heroines.

"Fortunately," Teen Shadow said with a slight smirk, eyeing Pain Master, Dread and Wanda. "I have three more Assholes to pick from."

With that statement, both heroines move on the on looking criminal leaders...none of which seem too concerned about their advance.

Brandi led the charge...she was letting her emotions control her actions, but still maintained a focused attack. Like two soldiers heading into action, the two women advanced closely in a single file towards the trio of arch villains.

Within 10 feet of their targets, Brandi's eyes went wide, when Pain Master took a small remote control from his pocket. She knew exactly what the device was, but was unable to alter her advance.

Suddenly, the Centra City vigilante felt a surge of electricity.

"GGGGGGAAAAA!!" She yelled out, grasping at the obedience collar around her neck. How could she have been so stupid! She thought, as she dropped to her knees, an action that caused the charging Gallant girl to stumble over her.

Melissa hit the floor with a thud. Before the heroine could rise, several strong hands reached for her. In moments, a half dozen henchmen had contained the dazed she cat.

"OOOOOFFFFHHH!!" Melissa responded, as fists drove hard into her stomach. Several more punches stunned her mid section, until the heroine had no more strength to resist. Pain Master grinned at his sister, then walked towards where the henchmen held the defeated Gallant Girl.

"Hold her!" Pain Master instructed, as he reached up to place something around Melissa's neck. She felt what seemed to be a metal collar tighten snuggly around her neck just short of choking her, and then heard something like the sound of two magnets coming together. A few moments pass, and then he walks away to a position in front of both heroines. "Release her," Pain Master casually orders.

The henchmen hesitate a moment thinking Pain Master has lost his mind, but know better than refuse.

Melissa stands groggily on her feet, but refuses to fall down. Afteral, she is a heroine...she has to put up a brave resistance. It wasn't until she saw Pain Master point what looked like a small TV remote control at her that she realized what going on.

A split second later, she fell to her knees in pain, as massive electric current seemed to flowed throughout her entire body. As she fell over onto her back, she got a knowing stare from Teen Shadow, who was wearing a similar device, although her collar seemed not to be effecting her at the time. "I'm sorry," Teen shadow said barely audible.

The electric torture went on for several moments, then ended as quickly as it began. Melissa lay there panting, with no desire to do anything else. "Get up bitches!!" Pain Master yelled at both heroines.

Both women stare at each other for a moment, then struggle painfully to their feet. "I guess I don't have to tell you that the devices around your necks are Obedience collars. You had only a brief demonstration of the pain they can inflict. What you don't know is that the collars only cause mental torture."

Melissa looks confused at Brandi, who gives her a nod in silent affirmation of Pain Master's statement, then back at Pain Master.

"So," Pain Master continues. "I can shock the shit out of you all fucking day long...

"And you won't even have death as a way out."

"Bastard!" Gallant girl yelled, suddenly reaching up to try and pull the collar from her neck. She jerked viciously at the collar, but the device did not yield. Finally she made a move to attack Pain Master, but he was all too ready, and for a second time was beaten down by a electric barrage.

Like Teen Shadow, she tried to tell herself the electricity was not real...that she could beat this! But, like the valiant Teen Shadow she found it quite impossible. Again Pain Master releases her from her torture. This time, henchmen lift her up off the floor. Melissa is too weak to resist, and once again, she stands with Brandi before the smirking grin of their tormentor.

Unknown to the women, Pain Master can feel his cock stiffen.

This was his world...to control women...to make them suffer...to make them hurt! And he knew the women before him were his to do all those things to. "I assume...no furthur demonstrations are in order?"

He commented, seeing the answer already in the eyes of the once defiant heroines. He knew they were a long way from being tamed.

From personal experience he knew Gallant Girl was formable.

In their last encounter, after setting a trap for her, he stripped her naked

and tortured her relentlessly for days, before detective Brett Patterson

Intervened to save her from the gruesome death he had planned for her.

No...Pain Master knew even now, ideas for escape bounced around inside their minds, but he knew, at east for now...they would obey.

Pain Master looked about the room finally locking stares with Wanda and Dread

"Any requests?" He asked coyly.

"Well if you ask me," Wanda said, taking a step forward.

"I think Gallant Girl is way over dressed!"

"You know...I think you're right!" Dread responded.

"Why, don't you have Teen Shadow make her more comfortable?"

Both women caught his meaning, and stood nervously, as Pain Master uttered his next command.

"Strip her!" Pain Master said, involuntarily licking his lips has he commands Teen Shadow to comply to Dread's wishes.

Brandi reluctantly obeyed and turned to her left, taking two steps to stand in front of the colorful heroine.

She stares for a moment into Melissa's eyes, relaying her silent apologies for what she has to do, then her right hand slowly rises up to grasp at the front zipper of her red latex halter top.

The zipper made a very audible sound as she pulled it downwards, across Gallant Girl's straining chest, then quieted down considerably just before Brandi separated the two halves of her halter.

Brandi took both halves of the halter in her hands and felt her bare breasts rub against Melissa's as she pealed back her top over her arms, then tossed the first part of Gallant Girl's costume onto the floor.

Melissa instinctively crossed her arms across her chest to conceal her nakedness, as Brandi removes her utility belt.

As Brandi started to unfasten Gallant Girl's black skirt, Melissa felt

her arms being yanked behind her back. Before she could utter a protest, her gloves were gone, and she felt handcuffs clasp around her wrists. Melissa shivered as her boobs were now on display for her captors. Brandi knew personally how Melissa felt, but still the situation had not changed, and despite how much she hated to...she had to finish what she started. She removed Gallant Girl's skirt, then unzipped her boots. Finally, feeling Melissa trembling slightly, Brandi pulls down her fellow heroine's panties, leaving her now totally naked.

A nod from Dread, and Brandi was seized.

Brandi felt her heart sink in her chest, as she was handcuffed as well.

Both women were seized by the hair and pushed together.

Melissa was somewhat taller than Brandi but since her larger breasts hung slightly lower than Brandi's... their nipples were at the same exact height. A fact noticeable by the henchmen, as they held the women's boobs in their hands, playfully rubbing their nipples together.

Pain master had far more sinister things planned for the women, but allowed the henchmen to have their fun with the heroines, until Dread gave him a silent nod. "Boys...if you would," Pain Master interrupted.

Pain Master needed to say no more, as he walks out ahead of the henchmen restraining the women. Out of instinct, the heroines struggle, causing their unrestrained Tits to dance around freely on their chests, as they are forced to move ahead. Both women know it is futile to resist, but neither can help themselves.

In the back of her mind, Melissa remembered how Pain Master captured her before and tortured her relentlessly. She shivered at the thought of what he had in store for her now?

Brandi had never had a previous encounter with Pain Master, but from her current treatment by the sadistic madman, she knew anything was possible? Although, she was good at controlling her emotions, she knew what ever awaiting them was not going to be good.

Followed by Dread and Wanda, The women are escorted into a room filled with many devices of torture. Along the walls were clamps, whips, ball gags, assorted knives and other S & M paraphernalia.

Hanging by their wrists in the middle of the room, two naked women raise their heads as they enter the room. Both women are covered with red welts, obviously some of the young hopefuls that came to Dread for a chance to win a record deal, only to be punished, when they refused to sleep their way to the top.

"Get them out of here!" Dread orders, two shirtless men, sipping on bottles of water after conducting the women's punishment. Leaving their drinks, the men release the almost unconscious women from their chains and walk out of the room with the naked females draped over their shoulders.

After the women are gone, Gallant Girl and Teen Shadow are pushed forward. In front of them stood some sort of vertical-standing, rectangular-shaped box, which seemed to be made out of hard plastic or Plexiglas. A spotlight flicked on over the box to illuminate a green looking gel inside.

Neither heroine knew what the gel was or what was contained in it, but knew that if pain master designed it...it was far from harmless.

The women fought futily as they were forced to opposite side of the chamber.

"Bastards!" both women cursed almost simultaneously, as two separate doors were opened to the chamber.

The women caught a whiff of the warm tale air that had a distinct smell of mint. "No!" both women protested, as they were shoved roughly into the very warm goo.

Inside the chamber, they slipped on the very slippery surface and their warm naked bodies slammed into each other. The gel was very thick and filled a quarter of the chamber. The heroines found themselves submerged in goo up to the lower portion of their breasts.

As they moved about, the gel squished and slipped into their nether regions and up under her armpits.

The smell of mint washed over them again, as a speaker overhead piped

in Pain master's voice. On the outside of the chamber, Dread watched with interest, along with Pain Masters sister Wanda and about a half dozen henchmen.

Dread and Wanda stepped close to the chamber with Pain Master, who's wide, shark-like grin began to explain what was in store for the heroines.

"My dear Crime fighting angels," Pain Master began.

"You find yourselves squirming in a chemical gel of my own concoction. The gel contains minute metal filings that conduct electricity enormously well...electricity which emanates from the many tiny electrodes that line the base of the chamber. You'll dance around inside that cage like two hamsters fighting over a treadmill."

As the two beautiful crime fighters tensed themselves for the inevitable electric torture, the six plus henchmen moved in slightly closer to enjoy the show. Pain Master’s finger hovered over a button on a remote

control. "Bon appetite!" He announced, depressing the button that would begin the heroine's torture.

Every muscle in the heroine's bodies stiffened all at once as the chamber's electrodes began pumping electricity into the gel surrounding them. Their eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, The electricity that now coursed through their bodies was absolutely mind searing.

It was almost impossible for the two women to stand due to the slick nature of the gel and they fell down on top of each other again and again, with each attempt, their naked forms continually slapping and sliding against each other in the process.

Outside the chamber, everyone enjoyed the show, as their naked bodies slammed up against the walls of box, especially their gel covered naked breasts that frequently pressed up to the glass walls.

"I certainly hope your not planning to kill them yet?" Dread commented.

"Don't worry!" Wanda answered. "We set the current to half strength about 80 volts...that should cause them considerable discomfort, but it won't kill them.

"Let's step it up a bit...shall we." Pain Master announces, pushing another button on the control panel

Inside the chamber, the chamber filled with more green goo.

Now the girls not only had to fight the pain of electricity, but had to avoid drowning as well. Gallant Girl found herself being consumed by the green gel that was up to her breasts now. She noticed that the goo was up to Teen Shadow's neck and rising.

The slimy substance slowly claimed them inch by inch. If they could make it to their feet, perhaps they could buy some time, but the gel would not cooperate.

Their bodies drained of energy from the electrical torture, were helpless as the gel began to cover their faces. Using all the reserves of strength they had remaining, the Veteran crime fighters twitched their head and necks slightly, but only enough for their nostrils to remain free. They had bought themselves another few seconds. They doubted however that it would be enough.

Within moments the gel completely covered them. Their bodies spasmed against the current, their vision became a strobe of clamped shut redness. How they managed to hold their breath even surprised the heroines themselves? Soon, the bound heroines began to feel the signs of oxygen deprivation. Their willpower fleeting, as they despaired that they would soon suffocate.

Gallant Girl felt the thudding in her chest as her battered body immediately demanded oxygen. She wondered if Teen Shadow was in worse or better shape than her...if, she was dead already or not? Gallant Girl resigned herself to death and sucked in what she thought would be a thick mint-flavored goo, only to be surprised at the taste of fresh air.

Hesitantly, she opened her eyes to witness the look of an equally surprised Teen Shadow. Gallant girl also noticed that the Gel was quickly being drained off. The doors suddenly clicked open and several henchmen reached in and pulled them from the chamber. Both women made no effort to resist, even when the lustful men fondled their breasts. The chamber was the last place they wanted to be.

Weak from their struggles, the once strong defiant heroines, barely moved as they were tossed onto the floor before Pain Master and the other 8 people in the room. Dread nodded, and henchmen yanked the women to their feet by the hair to face their captors.

The women watch as Wanda signals to several men, who quickly exit the room. "I hope you two enjoyed your togetherness," Dread stated, with a crooked grin.

"Cause...you're gonna get a whole lot CLOSER!"

With that statement, Melissa is tossed down roughly on the floor on her back and held, as Brandi is forced face down on top of her in an opposite direction. No!" Brandi protests, as her head is pushed down in between Melissa's thighs, while her own legs are pulled out from underneath of her so that her pussy is in Melissa's face.

As the two heroines fight to resist, ropes are added, tied around their necks and Buttocks to keep them secured in their embarrassing sexual positions. At this point, only Melissa can see what is going,

Although her field of vision is extremely limited.

"Brett?" She said to herself, seeing her sometime lover being drug into the room, along with another man several years younger. Both men were bound, completely naked, and both had fully erect cocks.

"Time for a little party!" Wanda laughed, as Brett was untied and pushed forward. Brandi had no idea what was going on, but it wasn't hard for her to conclude that Rape was going to be a part of it.

"No...don't do it Brett!" Melissa pleaded as Brett kneeled down behind Brandi's exposed ass. Melissa had no idea about the sex stimulant Wanda subjected him to and could not understand how her friend could follow her captor’s demands so easily.

Brandi felt cold hands touch her bare ass, and struggled fiercely as the head of Brett's cock pushed at the entrance to her anus.

"NOOOOO!!" Brandi screamed as Brett pushed forward into her ass, ignoring any protests by his victim. Deeper Brett drove with each thrust until he was all the way in and began to pump in and out of her.

Brett fucked her harder and harder, seemingly unrelenting in his quest for sexual pleasure. Melissa could not believe even forced, that her friend would be so cruel to a woman. "No!" Brett protested, as henchmen pulled him out Brandi and retied him.

Now...it was the other man's turn.

"I always wanted to fuck your asshole baby!" The man said, as he kneeled down behind Brandi like Brett had done, maneuvering his hard penis to her hole.

"Bobby?" Brandi questioned, as she was suddenly impaled.

Bobby was not as big as Brett was so his entry was not as painful, still the thought that he could be so uncaring to her, hurt her badly. Bobby was allowed to rape her backside for nearly 10 minutes, then like Brett, he was drug from his victim.

"I think we should change things up a bit now." Wanda suggested.

Laughing, henchmen moved the women, so that Brandi was now on the bottom of the pile. "No...wait!" Melissa tried to delay, as Bobby this time was released first. Still hot and horny...he wasted little time as his hard cock slammed into Gallant Girl's asshole.

"Bobby...no!" Brandi yelled as he pumped his victim's ass viciously.

Again, after a long grueling anal rape, the men are forced to switch again. Brett fucks her hard for another 10 minutes, while Bobby waits restrained like a bull in the shoot at a rodeo.

"I think we're all ready for the big finish now," Dread announced.

Wanda nods to the henchmen, and Brett is pulled away from Melissa's ass. As both men are restrained, the girls are separated and tossed onto their backs, their legs held wide apart, as Brett and Bobby are released.

Like demons possessed, they move forward with lust in their eyes ready to now take on another sexual position.

"Not her!" One henchman ordered, directing Bobby away from Brandi towards the wide spread thighs of Melissa. Bobby resists slightly, but has no problem with taking another pussy instead.

Brett had the same urge to rape Melissa, but also did not mind an alternate choice. With no hesitation both men drove into the girl's pussies and took them hard. Both Brett and Bobby fucked them for almost 30 minutes, expecting to be pulled away any moment, but separation never came.

"UUUNNN...UNNNNNHHH....UUUUUUNNNNNNN!!!" Brett

groaned as he came hard inside Brandi's pussy. He couldn't believe

anything could be sweeter, as he was finally allowed to ejaculate inside a woman since being subjected to the sex drug.

As his sperm filled his victim, a feeling of remorse filled his being at what he had done. A second later, Bobby shot his load inside of Melissa and he too was shocked at what he had done.

“Oh, my god…W…What have I done?” Brett exclaimed.

Brandi gave no response to Brett other than to look away. Melissa stared over at Brett; she could still not believe he could have acted like such a wild animal. Bobby was silent as he looks back and forth from Melissa to Brandi, he knew even though, he was drugged…a part of him enjoyed what he did to the women.

“You bastards!” Brett voiced, to the villainous onlookers.

Laughter broke out from the evil trio, then Dread signaled and the men were pulled away at gunpoint and handcuffed.

“Lock em up in the basement!” Dread ordered.

With a bit of resistance, the men were herded out of the room, and Dread turned to Pain Master. “I’m gonna meet with the Doll, Franco sent over. “You can Fuck with these heroic cunts all you want…just make sure you don’t damage their Tits too bad!”

“You need anything…tell Sloan.” He said, pointing to a man in his late 30’s wearing a black tee-shirt. “He can get you whatever want.”

There was a short silence as all three parties made eye contact, then Dread walked off without a word. Everyone assumed, including the subdued heroines, that he would make some final remarks to the women, but it never happened.

Wanda looked at her brother. “Now…there’s a man of few words,”

she remarked. Pain Master said nothing; the look on his face, she knew well…he was planning his next idea.

His expression suddenly changed to one of a sadistic grin, as his eyes

cast upon the naked heroines. “I have just the thing!” Pain Master

announced. “Bring the whores!” He ordered the collection of goons

Dread left behind, his eyes never leaving the girls, as they are grabbed

and forced onto their feet.

“Over here!” He ordered, walking over to an area near several low

hanging pipes.

With their hands tied behind them, the heroines unrestrained breasts

Jiggle invitingly on their chests, as they are forced along to where their

next torture awaits. In front of Pain Master, they are forced to their

knees. Pain Master suddenly produces an object that is recognizable to

both heroines.

“Hold them tight!” Pain Master ordered, as he pushes an O shaped

leather gag towards Brandi’s mouth. She tries to resist by clamping her

mouth shut, but one of the goons pinches off her nose, so after awhile

she has to open her mouth to breath. It takes a few minutes, but finally

they succeed. Once secured, the O ring at the front of the gag forces her

mouth to remain open.

Melissa is next. Her resolve is not quite as strong as Brandi’s, but still

it takes several tries to place her own O ring gag in her mouth.

“Bafftords!” Brandi yelled against her gag, voicing the opinions of

both heroines. Laughter breaks out from the onlookers…even Wanda

giggled at Brandi’s muffled curse. But, Pain Master showed no

emotion, he was already enacting part two of his torture.

Chains were produced, and wrapped around the women’s ankles like

rope. The other ends of the chains were attached to pulleys and several

henchmen supplied the manpower to hoist the women from off the floor to an inverted position nearly six feet off the floor.

Both women whimpered involuntarily from the pain in their ankles, as

they swung back and forth, upside down like two slabs of beef in some

meat packing house.

Pain Master watches in silence for a moment like an artist wondering

what his work was missing then smiles as he advances towards the

struggling heroines.

Pain Master quietly removes two metal clamps that resemble those on a small battery charger from his pocket. Attached to the clamps is a short metal chain. He moves on Melissa first

He is unemotional as he attaches the first clamp to the nipple of the well endowed heroine’s left breast. Melissa winces in pain as he takes the time to adjust the clamp, he then attaches the other to Brandi’s right breast in a similar manner, adjusting the chain so that there is a slight, but nevertheless constant tug on both women’s nipples. As a final act of brutality, Pain Master attaches clamps to the nipples of the heroines opposing breasts. Attached to the clamps are thin rope lines that he tosses to several eager henchmen on either side of the inverted women.

Pain Master gazes into the pain filled faces of his victims with a feeling of erotic pleasure. For him, this was fore play before a night of heavy, hot sexual intercourse. He takes Melissa’s and Brandi’s bare breasts in his hands, feeling them resist his cold touch…just the reaction he wanted. Pain Master nods and the two henchmen both jerk on the rope lines, causing an painful audible from the heroines, as the clamps bit viciously into their nipples. He grins, then retreats to a position beside his sister Wanda.

There is a moment of silence, as Wanda hands her brother a mixed drink. “Should make a adequate final humiliation for two sexy hardcore cunts…don’t you agree dear sister?” Pain Master asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Wanda said nothing… her silent sipping on her drink answered for her.

Wanda snaps her fingers.

“Frank…Ned…Harry…Tom…Rocco…Jake!”

She announced, pointing to the bound heroines stretched out upside down before them.

“They’re all yours!”

Immediately, two men step forward, and begin to unbuckle their pants.

In seconds, the two men are naked to the waist, and are stroking their almost rock hard cocks. Both heroines’ eyes go wide in terror. They fight for release from the ropes binding their wrists behind their backs, as the men walk slowly forward…their intent is not hard to figure out by the helpless women.

As the men near their victims, the two henchmen flanking the women, yank hard on the ropes attached to the heroines nipples.

“UUUUNNNNHHH!!!” whimpered the women, as their breasts were jerked about painfully. The pain was nominal, compared to next, as the sound of duel leather lashes fill the air, impacting almost simultaneously across the bared naked Asses of the twin heroines.

“GGGGAAAAA…GGGGAAAAAA…GGGGGGAAAAA!!”

The women’s screams responded, getting louder with each impact on their soft round Asses. No male member in the room was without an erection at this point, as the punishment of the heroines continued.

The combination of breast torture and Ass whipping went on for several minutes more then, stopped as quickly as it started, when Wanda nods for step two of the torture to commence.

With very little fanfare, the men holding the whips retreated. The Men holding the rope lines gave the women’s tits a final jerk and then retreats a distance of about 5 feet, still keeping a constant pull on the lines, as the two naked men move in ready to insert their hard members into the warm mouths of their victims.

Melissa tries to turn away, as does Brandi, but the men simply grab the twin heroines by the hair, finally allowing them to access to orally rape them.

“Guuuummmpphh!” Both women try to protest, as eager Cocks slide into their mouths. Both heroines would gladly give their lives to escape the humiliation they are subject to, but with the O gags keeping their mouths forced wide open, they don’t even have the option of biting their assailants to retaliate.

“Oh…fuck yeah!” Frank moaned, he began to face fuck Brandi.

Melissa’s rapist Ned, said nothing, but his facial expression showed great pleasure as he pulled her hair with both hands to steady her head as he pumped in and out of her mouth with his huge cock.

Both men continued to orally rape them for almost ten minutes, then begin to slow their thrusts as they neared their limit of restraint.

Frank was the first to reach his limit.

“Unnnnh…unnnnhh…Aaaaaaaahhh!!!” Frank cried out as he shot his wad of cum in her mouth. She couldn’t swallow or spit, so Frank’s Jism…most of it, remained in her mouth the rest dripped out of her mouth through the center of the gag.

“Oooooh…Yeah…take that Bitch!!” Ned cursed, as he too finally ejaculated into Melissa’s awaiting orifice. She too had no choice but to hold most of his bile male seed in her mouth.

Laughing, the two men retreated, and the two men who had been manning the ropes attached to the women’s breast clamps also retreated.

For almost 5 minutes the heroines swung back and forth.

Cum dripped from the mouths of the twin vigilantes, as they watched Pain Master and Wanda sip on the second of two drinks.

After a moment, Pain Master rose and walked to a position where he could both women in the eye at the same time. He signaled, and the gags were removed from both heroines.

“pppp…pa…taaatttoowwee!!” Brandi reacted, spitting out cum as her gag was removed. from the oral rapes she endured. Melissa reacted similar, then tensed up in her restraints.

“Filthy…sick…animals!!” Melissa yelled out, knowing full well the insult fell upon deaf ears. Brandi made no audible threats, but in her eyes was a message that was clear to all.

Pain Master slowly finished his drink then put it down upon a small table next to him. “I guess it’s time to collect Dread’s Trophies now.”

He replied, as he waited for Wanda to finish her drink.

“Absolutely…dear brother!” Wanda responded, her speech slightly slurred as she tossing her glass over her shoulder, where it shatters into many sharp pieces on the hard cement floor.

“After all… the man does pay the bills.”

“Get em down!” Pain Master orders, chuckling slightly at his sister’s intoxicated state. “Why don’t you, Rocco and Frank go down and see if you can put a few bullets in the detective and Shadow bitches boyfriend.” He suggested. “I think they outlived their usefulness by now!”

“NO!!!!” Brandi shouted out, as she and Melissa were lowered to the floor. However, she may just as well held her tongue, as no one even made the tiniest of interest in her outburst. But Brandi was not ready to abandon her lifetime friend to a bullet yet.

As soon as one of the goons unwrapped the chain from around her ankles, she kicked out with her leg, instantly breaking the Henchman’s ankle, sending him howling to the floor in mind numbing pain.

Taking a cue from Teen Shadow’s split second reaction, Gallant Girl

sweeps the legs out from underneath a second man and smashes his

nose in with her other foot.

Taken by surprise, two other henchmen fall face first on the floor, as they try to grab at the women, who roll backwards onto their feet.

Running on pure adenine, the women plow into two others slamming them hard into the wall. With the advantage for the moment, they rush towards Wanda only to be tackled by the 2 men who fell on the floor moments earlier. Falling face first on the cold concrete, the twin heroines try to respond, but with their arms still tied behind their backs, their options are limited. With now 4 men grabbing at them, they quickly lose ground, forced to submit as angry henchmen drive fists into their stomachs. Both heroines feel their hearts sink in despair as they realize Wanda was gone.

“You son-of-a-bitch!!” Brandi Screamed, as Pain Master towers seemingly unemotional over her recaptured form, with two wooden boxes.

Pain Master grins. “Spread their legs!” He ordered. “Wide!!”

Both women strain with all their remaining strength to keep their legs closed, but outnumbered and weak after their burst of energy, the 4 henchman easily are able to follow Pain Masters instructions.

Pain Master kneels in front of the women and open the first box.

“A couple of Bitch tamers!” He announces, pulling the first of two objects from the box. Brandi’s eyes go wide in fear, as he produces a

shiny metal dildo approximately 18 inches long and wide as a table

leg. “This ought to fit real nice up inside your Pussy.”

Brandi struggled despite the futility of it, as the cold curved tip of the dildo touched her exposed slit. Pain Master was in no hurry, he rubbed the metal cock up and down across the lips of her vagina for several moments reveling in her resistance, then all of a sudden, without a change in his emotional state…he rammed the dildo deep into her Pussy.

“Stop it!!!” Brandi screamed as Pain Master pumped her pussy with the metal organ in and out getting deeper with each thrust until he manages to insert the entire 18 inches inside her.

Brandi turned away, courageously fighting back pain and tears, as Pain Master attaches a leather harness that fastens across the bottom of the dildo keeping it inserted, while three other straps wrap around her upper thighs, and waist. Buckling the three straps, Pain Master opens the other wooden box, and takes out a set of ankle cuffs and clamps them down on each of her ankles. With a bit of adjustment, he shortens the chain between the cuffs allowing only 6 inches.

Now, with Teen shadow totally helpless again, Pain Master and his cronies move to Gallant girl.

“Animals!!” Melissa screamed, managing to temporally free a leg to kick at one of her captors, before she is restrained, and punched several times for refusal to accept her fate willingly. In moments, she too feels the cold metal of her own dildo being thrust inside her pussy.

In a few more minutes, her dildo is secured and her ankles are cuffed.

Almost at the same time, the five men stand up looking down at the squirming bodies of Gallant Girl and Teen Shadow.

“Ya look good with a slab of metal shoved up your Pussy!” One of the henchmen chucked, getting a laugh from the others.

Pain Master made no remarks.

“Get em up!” Pain Master ordered.

Instantly, hands reach down and pull the twin heroines to their feet.

Gathering together for a moment, henchmen hook dog chains around the necks of the women and urge their captives to walk.

With the dildos lodged between their legs and the short chain length between on their ankle cuffs, both heroines trip and fall into the arms of the henchmen, before falling down.

Suddenly a familiar sizzle breaks the silence of the room and stinging leather from a whip both women have come to know real well punish their bare Asses. “Move Bitches,” Pain Master orders his captives, stinging the heroines Asses once more to illustrate his wishes.

Gathering their wits and their balance, Gallant Girl and Teen Shadow

try to forget the pain of the metal penises moving around up inside them, as they are led along by their leashes, walking with short, restrained steps just ahead of Pain Masters Lash…

* * *

As the twin heroines are led along to the next fate that awaited them.

In another part of the huge mansion Dread is in the middle of enjoying

the naked form of a luscious blonde in his king-sized bed Dread and a

blonde who identified herself as

Helena are in the middle of a steamy sexual encounter.

Sent over by Dread’s Subordinate "Franco Harrison over at Thugco

the two wasted little time with reports and went straight to sex, after a

few drinks.“Oh yes…fuck me…fuck me harder!” Helena yelled out

passionately as Dread steadily thrust in and out of the beautiful

message carrier. “You feel so good inside me!”

Dread said nothing, unaffected by her outburst.

“Ummmm…ooooo…aaaaaahhhh!!!” Dread finally groaned, as he

filled her with his seed. Somewhat unemotional, even after a supposed

orgasm, Dread unceremoniously rolls over his sex partner, and lays

back on his bed, then grabs Helena by the hair and pulls her close to

his cock.

“Clean off my dick!” He orders sort of groggily.

Helena, was taken aback by his Neanderthal ways, but was not

surprised. She already knew of Dreads ways, but still was silently

angry as she did as she was told. After about five minutes, Dread

released her. Helena forced a smile.

“You got any Bourbon?” She asked, getting up from the bed, heading for Dread’s well stocked wet bar.

“Yeah…here it is!” Helena exclaimed, after searching the bar’s

inventory. “Great…there is still some ice!” After pouring some

Bourbon in a glass, she looks over to notice Dread with his eyes

closed…apparently asleep.

Slowly, she puts her drink down on the bar, and walks over to the big

man lying peacefully in the middle of the bed. “Dread?” She insisted,

shaking him gently at first, and then almost violently.

“You asleep?” she yelled out loud enough to wake anyone, without actually yelling. After a few moments, she knew he was out for the count. Helena smiled, looking at her watch. “He should he dozing for about 6 to 8 hours.” she commented, looking at some pills she had hidden in a special ring. Helena pans around the room and notices a television monitor, realizing that it was part of his security system.

Helena pushes a few buttons, then as a picture shows on the

television screen, she turns a dial to view several different places in

the mansion. “There!” She smiled, as the image of Brett and Bobby

came into view. Both men were naked to the waist now. They both sat

bound with both their wrists and ankles bound in a somewhat large

storage room illuminated by a single 40 watt light bulb.

“Shouldn’t be too hard to get them out of there?” She thought,

Noticing three people around the outside of the door…one woman

and two men. As she considers the pros and cons of her plan,

she searches the room.

“Yes…just where I thought it would be!” Helena rejoiced, finding

Dreads loaded Pearl-handled 45 caliber hand gun in the top drawer of

his night stand…attached to the gun thankfully was a silencer to keep

things quiet.

“Hey!” She called to the guard outside. “Something is wrong with

your boss?”she yelled through the door. Trained to respond in a

moment to Dreads needs, the alert sentry burst through the door, only

to be clubbed over the head by Helena with his boss’s gun.

The goon tried to get up, but Helena clubbed him twice more, until

he lay silent on the floor. She checks his pulse.

“Nope…still alive!” Helena discovered, walking over to gather some

phone wire. With the goon tied up sufficiently, Helena opens the

bedroom door a crack, checks for any cameras in the hallway…then

proceeds to her destination.

* * *

In another part of the house, a small man in a white doctor’s coat awaits, taking inventory of his medical equipment. After pushing aside the tray of surgical paraphernalia, the man removes his thick lensed glasses and is in the process of cleaning them with a soft cloth, when the door suddenly swings open.

The man is startled for a moment, but then grins as two naked females

are urged roughly into the room, by two men who jerk on dog chains that are wrapped around the women’s necks.

“Hello doctor,” the man leading the procession greeted.

“Hello Mr. Cranz…I mean Pain Master.” The Doc corrected.

Pain Master grinned. “Let me introduce my lady friends and your afternoon’s main activity,” He stated, nodding for his henchmen to push the women forward.

“This big Tittied whore goes by the name of Gallant Girl…she is your

main objective,” he stated, yanking the other woman forward. “And this young Cunt is…?”

“Teen…Shadow,” The doctor said finishing Pain Master’s sentence.

“Ah…so you two have met before?” Pain Master exclaimed, noticing the look of recognition in Brandi’s eyes as she looks over at the dwarfish old man in his late 50’s returning her stare.

“Yes…Miss Shadow and I know each other well!”

After a silent staring contest, the doctor takes a step backwards and motions to two steel tables. Attached to the tables are several belts and traps to secure a patient to the tables. In the middle of the tables, each had a beveled foam pillow.

“This way gentlemen,” He advised.

Pain Master nods, and again the women are forced ahead.

At the side of the tables, henchmen pick up the struggling women and plop them down hard on top of the surgical tables. Gallant Girl is first this time to be readied. The men untie her wrists from behind her back and place the beveled pillow under her back before retying her wrists over her head to the top of the sturdy table. Once her wrists are secured, her upper body seems to instantly thrust upwards, an effect that causes her full sexy breasts to jut upwards.

“Unnnh!” Melissa grunts in relief as the dildo straps are unbuckled and

the huge metal cock is pulled out of her sore Pussy.

With the Dildo removed, Gallant Girl’s legs are tied together and

attached to a manual wench at the end of the table.

“Stretch her out real good there gentlemen!” The doctor, instructed, as

one of the bigger men began turning the crank to the wench.

“UNNNNNNHHH!!!” groaned in agony as her lithe, athletic body is stretched out way beyond its tolerable limits just short of her arms and legs being torn from their sockets. Locking the wench in place, several henchmen toss straps across her knees, hips, one strap across her upper arms and two others…one across her ribcage, just under her Tits, while the final strap is cranked down tightly over her shoulders.

With Gallant Girl securely strapped down, the henchmen turn their attention to the struggling Teen Shadow. Four men work together and soon both heroines are stretched out and strapped down, with their Tits effectively singled out for the work the doctor is more than ready to perform.

With the women secured for the doctor, the henchmen join Pain Master at the doorway. “Their all yours Doc!” Pain Master announces, readying himself to depart…my part of the job is done.”

With that statement, Eric Cranz…alias Pain master is gone.

Now all alone with his subjects, the doctor adjusts his glasses and walks over to where Brandi lie helpless on the surgical table. Brandi shivers as a cold hand touches her bare breast.

“Get your hands off me…you sick fuck!” Brandi cursed, as a frail hand

begins to squeeze her sore Tits.

“Ironic…isn’t it!” The Doctor announces, as his hand moves to her

other breast. “Who would have thought after our last encounter, that

I would be using my knife on your breasts?”

Brandi just turned away as he took his time feeling her up, then

sighed a relief after he moved on to Melissa. The doctor did not

gloat over Gallant girl’s predicament like he had done with Teen

Shadow. It seemed apparent to Melissa that his hatred was

directed solely at Brandi.

The doctor left Melissa a few minutes after his examination and walked over to the door to the room and knocked for the sentry to let him out. “Relax Ladies!” He announces, as the door is opened for him.

“I have to go to the restroom before I begin my work.” He said removing his glasses again, as he starts to exit the room.

“I’ll be back in about 20 minutes.”

After he leaves, the door is relocked and the two women are left to await the inevitable. “Who is this doctor?” Melissa inquired, after a moment of empty silence.

“What is the history between the two of you he referred to?”

At first Brandi acted as the question had not been asked, then after jerking at her bonds for a moment, she let out a sigh and settled back.

“His name is Frances Fragorance,” She finally responded. “He was a licensed physician…a surgeon to be exact.”

“And..?” Melissa urged, tugging at her own bonds.

There was another short silence before Brandi sighed again and continued her tale. “Fragorance…had a passion for cutting…a passion that way exceeded normal surgery. At first he limited himself to sneaking into the morgue after hours and carving up bodies. But, I suppose that didn’t suffice…later on he paid criminals to kidnap live subjects…women mostly. On night, as watched the docks in Centra City’s east ware house, I spotted two men attack a woman working on one of the ships. They were about to carry her off when Teen Shadow intervened. I got one of them to tell where they were taking the woman.”

“Let me guess?” Melissa interrupted. “To Doctor Fragorance?”

Brandi nodded. The next night, Teen Shadow snuck into a once free clinic on the south side of Centra City rented by a doctor who wanted to store some equipment. I found Fragorance inside the building carving up some woman who he had strapped naked to a steel table.

Something snapped inside me…I.”

“You didn’t?” Melissa responded.

Brandi shook her head. “No,” She replied. “I wanted to…believe me I wanted to cut his pathetic old nutsack off…but it was not in my nature not even to a bastard like that!”

There was another silence, as the two women traded stares.

“The woman he was cutting on,” Brandi elaborated, was a surgeon as well and so since he had terrorized her with a knife, it was only fair he should get equally terrorized.”

Brandi took a breath and let it out slowly.

“I left him tied up with his pants off, and never looked back. His fate was in the hands of a terrorized woman doctor named Alice Dramine.

…she castrated him!”

* * *

Moments later, on the other side of the house, Wanda and her assigned

Goons open the door to the storage room Brett and Bobby locked up

inside of and step inside. “Hello Sweeties!” Wanda greeted in a slightly

intoxicated slur.

“Bad news fellas!” She announced, as two henchmen flanked her and

drew their guns. “The Boss wants your brains blown out! I tried to get

him to change his mind…but, you know how these thing go.”

“Boys,” She said addressing the henchmen. “Waste em!”

“I think you just might want to rethink that order bitch!” a female voice behind Wanda threatened, holding a gun to the back of the villainesses head. “Or, you’ll make the pearly gates way ahead of these men!”

“Lose the guns fellas!”

Wanda’s henchmen stop it their tracks awaiting a sign from their boss lady. Silently, Wanda nods her wishes that they do not intervene. Tossing aside their weapons the henchmen wait.

“You!” The lady with the gun orders the first man.

“On your stomach!”

The henchman hesitates, but after a moment he complies.

“You!” The gun woman orders the other henchmen. “Untie them!” She instructed motioning to Brett and Bobby. “Or I swear…I’ll kill this Amazon looking bitch!”

Wanda gives off an angry stare, but again nods for the henchman to follow the gun woman’s orders. “The detective first!” The woman elaborated. “One wrong move and Tall girl here gets ventilated!”

Watching the gun woman carefully, the henchman hesitates, looking over at his gun on the floor. Suddenly, an almost silent bullet grazes his

shoulder. “I wouldn’t if I were you!” the woman responded, again pressing her gun to Wanda’s head.

Sure of the woman’s threat, the henchman reaches behind Brett and unties his hands, before moving down to untie his feet. No longer bound, Brett quickly collects the two weapons on the floor, and without a word bashes the henchman across the face.

“Just give me a fucking reason to blast your Ass!” Brett cursed, as the henchman wipes blood from his chin. “Get on your stomach you son-of-a-bitch!” He instructed.

“You too!” The woman yelled, kicking Wanda to the floor, where the big woman comes to a halt beside the other henchmen.

“Untie Bobby…would you please Officer Thompson…Kimberly.” He corrected, taking a moment to look at the undercover cop. “Nice hair,” He added, noticing that she had on a wig.

After Bobby is released, Wanda and her cronies are herded to the back of the room. “What should we do with these guys?” Kimberly questioned. “We don’t have enough handcuffs?”

Both Bobby and Brett look at each other for a moment thinking the

same thought and then grin. ‘What?” Kimberly questioned their silent

response.

“Trust us!” Brett replied, turning his attention to Wanda and the

Henchmen.

“Strip!” he orders the trio.

Again a silent bullet grazes the shoulder of a henchman, when they

Hesitate. “Strip the man said!” Kimberly exclaimed, firing another

shot close to the second man’s inside thigh, missing flesh by less than

the width of a human hair.

“She’s a crack shot boys!” Brett announces.

“But I’d sure hate to be you if she was to miss!”

Wanda and the henchmen stare at each other a moment, then decide

unanimously not to chance having the beautiful police woman miss

on her next shot.

Once naked, Brett takes a familiar tube of paste from Wanda’s shirt

pocket and tosses it to her. “Rub it on them…all over their cocks” He

orders her, getting the slightest bit of a grin on his face, remembering

what the paste did his own manhood.

Wanda gave a mean look and then reluctantly complies.

Instantly, both henchmen feel their cock begin to rise as they suddenly

find themselves horny as hell. “Oh…shit!” Wanda cursed, as the

drugged henchmen smile lustfully at her. In a matter of seconds, the

lust crazed drones have the tall villainesses legs spread wide pumping

her pussy like demons possessed.

With the three bad guys engaged in a long fuckfest, Kimberly and the guys walk out of the storage room and lock the door behind them.

“Well…they’ll be busy for awhile,” Bobby commented.

“Let’s get out of here!” Kimberly suggested. “I know a back way out.”

“No…we can’t go yet!” Bobby interrupted.

“We gotta find Bran… I ah, mean Teen Shadow!”

“Teen Shadow is in Grand Capital?” Kimberly questioned

“And Gallant Girl!” Brett added, increasing Kimberly’s confusion.

“So,” Kimberly concluded. “There are not one, but two unlawful

vigilantes operating in Grand Capital…you’ve known this…I’m

guessing you know who they really are…and to top it off you’re

asking me my risk my neck and my career to rescue them because they

have fallen prisoner to a major crime boss…am I missing anything?”

“It’s a long story.” Brett replied.

There is a brief silence, and then Kimberly spoke up, brandishing a seductive smile. “And one I am sure you will regale me with over dinner tomorrow night…correct detective?” She said, awaiting his answer.

Brett shook his head, and then nodded.

“Providing of course that we don’t get our damned heads blown off!”

Kimberly added, giving a very real negative possibility to Brett and Bobby’s grand rescue plan.

Come on!” Kimberly said after a brief moment of silence

“I think I know where they’re being held at…

* * *

Meanwhile…back inside Doctor Fragorance’s makeshift house of

Horrors, Gallant Girl and Teen Shadow quake with trepidation, as the good doctor readies himself for the task at hand. From across the room, the twin heroines hear a loud snapping sound break the eerie silence inside the room, as Fragorance pulls on his rubber surgical gloves.

The room is cold, possibly 60…65 degrees Fahrenheit and the bound women find themselves shivering on two different fronts. One from the extreme cold that causes Goosebumps to from all over their nude bodies and make the nipples on their sore breasts harden…and second,

the fearful image that invades their mind of the mad doctor’s sharp scalpel. Suddenly, a new eerie sound cuts into the silence.

The sound of the mad doctor’s wheeled surgical cart, as it is pushed

by the dwarfish surgeon to his first patient. “I do hope you’re not a bleeder!” Fragorance uttered as he stopped his cart beside Teen Shadow’s table. “I do so want to make you’re surgery a great success,” he said, moving in to look closely at her face, noticing the fear in her eyes, despite the heroines careful management of her emotions.

“Just like the care Dr. Dramine took as she operated on me.”

“You…do remember that night… don’t you my dear heroine?” Fragorance asked, showing no expression as he reminds Brandi of a night she wish she could forget.

“Well…what was…was,” he said almost jokingly, as he again takes her breast in his hand. “My what lovely Breasts you have,” He commented,

forming a small grin. “They should look fabulous my Dr. Dread’s fireplace mantle, he exclaimed, releasing his grip on her Tit to reach for something on his cart.

Brandi jerks at her restraints, as he produces a leather, bridle-styled gag and pushed it towards her open clenched teeth. “Oh, don’t be shy my dear!” Fragorance laughed. “I heard you’ve had a lot of foreign objects shoved in your mouth in the past 24 hours!”

“Bastard,” Brandi cursed under her breath.

Fragorance laughed. “But seriously…this more for you than for my pleasure…which of course will naturally add to my enjoyment seeing you bridled like a brood mare on a horse stud farm.”

“Believe me,” Fragorance said in an almost inaudible whisper.

“You’ll be glad to have it when the cutting starts!”

Brandi is hesitant, but nonetheless, she knows he is right, and reluctantly opens her mouth to accept the gag. “Good girl!” The doctor praises as he inserts the leather bit of the gag between her teeth and secures the remaining straps of the apparatus behind her head.

“There now,” Fragorance exclaimed when he was done. “Now, you’re not going to bite off that serpent tongue you have.”

“Oh, yes my dear!” Fragorance said looking over at Melissa as he produces a second gag. “I have one for you’re pretty mouth as well.”

He said, taking approximately eight steps to leer down at the capital City heroine. “I do so hope I don’t have to explain to you as well the need for this?” He sighed, pushing the gag at Gallant Girl’s mouth.

“Look Doctor,” Melissa began, trying to calmly reason with him, forcing a smile, despite her swelling fear inside her. “I know you were Physically+ and emotionally injured in that clinic…but it’s no reason to…?

“Ummph!!” She grunted, interrupted in mid thought, as Fragorance

shoved the gag in her mouth to shut her up.

“I hate psycho babbling women!” He expressed, quickly strapping Gallant Girl’s gag in place, giving her nipple a painful pinch, before returning to Teen Shadow.

“Sorry about the delay my dear,” He apologized, taking Brandi’s left Tit in his hand moving it around a bit while with his other hand feels up under her breast examining the nerve clusters below.

“I think we’ll start right here.” He comments, maintaining his grip on her breast with his left hand, while his hand reaches for his scalpel in the mobile surgical tray. Both women’s eyes go wide in terror, as the

sharp blade reflects in the light.

“GGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!” Teen Shadow screams, jerking

frantically against her restrains, as Fragorance starts to make an incision, slicing just below the base of her left breast.

Suddenly, after just a one inch incision Fragorance retracts his scalpel.

“No…not yet!” He stated, “I know you heroine types…you’re always willing to offer yourselves rather than see another suffer,” he said, looking over at Gallant Girl. “I think we’ll start with your friend over there first, so you can see and hear her screams, before I do the same to you!”

“Enjoy!” The Doctor replied, forming an evil grin, as he slowly wheels his cart over to Gallant Girl.

“UNNNNNNHH!!!” Melissa screams into her gag as the Doctor’s cold hand touches her bare breast, sending an even colder chill up her spine than when Dread grabbed her Tit threatening to slice up her womanhood just days before inside his suite at the Marriot.

“Now…let’s see?” He comments, feeling around at the base of her Tit as he had done with Teen Shadow moments earlier. “Yes,” he stated.

“Right there!” He said, holding her breast in his left hand as he had done with Teen Shadow, reaching for his scalpel.

“GGGGGGAAAAAHHH!!!!” Melissa screamed in pain,

Urinating uncontrollably as Fragorance begins to slice her flesh. “PLEEEVE…HAFF…MERFFY!!” She tried to beg, her words muffled by the gag, as he made just a minor cut across the bottom of her breast, before stopping to wipe up the blood he produced so far.

Fragorance stopped and retreated across the room where he could see both women while he enjoyed a beverage. The mad doctor was in no hurry to do his work…he knew the longer he could delay…the longer his victims would suffer in apprehension.

Fragorance returned to her after a moment. He stopped and picked up his scalpel again. He watched her full breasts heave and giggle as she fought the ropes that held her. Fragorance placed the cold metal scalpel on her bare midsection and took her tits in both hands and began to squeeze and fondle them roughly.

“It’s almost a shame to cut off these things?” Fragorance laughed.

Melissa felt herself hyperventilating like she had done with Dread,

feeling the scalpel on her stomach…she knew the groping of her breasts

would not continue too much longer and he would soon continue with

his surgery. She only hoped that when he finally began again she could

faint this time as well and escape the Horror she was experiencing under

Fragorance’s knife…

* * *

As Melissa’s horror continued inside, the sentry outside the door, has

his ear to the door in curiosity, when a shapely Blonde woman walks up

to him. “Is that where the those two costumes freaks are?” the woman

ask the sentry.

The sentry quickly recognized the woman know as Helena. A woman

he and another henchman had escorted to his boss Mr. Dread several

hours earlier.”Yeah…that freaky boob doctor is busy whacking off the

2 bitches Tits!”

The woman felt sick to her stomach, but somehow suppressed her

surge to throw up and moved in close to the sentry and smiled

seductively up at him. “Can I go in a watch?” She asked.

“I…unh, don’t know the sentry stuttered in confusion, as she suddenly

reached up to kiss him full on the lips, while at the same time, her

hand slid between his legs, fondling his ever hardening cock through

his pants.

“You do have the keys…don’t you?” She inquired.

“Well…yeah!” The sentry responded, pointing at a small desk to his

right. “I got em in the top drawer over there…but I have orders not to

disturb the doctor until he’s done with his surgery.”

“Is he alone in there?” The woman asked, increasing her fondling

of his private parts, as she smiles once again up at him.

“Ah…well yeah,” The Sentry confirmed.

“That’s all I needed to know,” the woman said with a grin, as she

drives her knee hard between his legs, seeing the look of surprise and

pain as he drops to knees, only to be clubbed over the head with the

gun butt of a man rushing around the corner, followed closely by yet

another man several years younger.

“We’re in business Brett,” the woman announced.

“Both Gallant Girl and Teen Shadow are inside…but, we better

hurry…there is some doctor in there supposedly cutting them up!”

Brett is aghast by her announcement, and it takes him a moment to

find his voice.

“Get the keys Kimberly…hurry!” Bobby answered for him.

“I got them!” Kimberly announced, after a moment of rooting

through the top drawer of the small desk next the downed sentry

reported. “Ready?” she inquires, turning the deadbolt on the door,

poised with Brett and Bobby to rush in as soon as the door swings

open.

“Now!” Brett shouted, suddenly kicking the door wide open.

Inside the room, Fragorance is just about to make an incision to

Melissa’s breast, when Brett and company rush inside.

Realizing quickly that the three of them were there to stop his

revenge, he grabs hold of his scalpel and rushes towards Brandi in

an attempt to drive the blade of his scalpel into her chest.

Just as he rears back to plunge the scalpel deep into his victim’s

chest, a bullet from Brett’s gun penetrates the back of the mad

doctor’s head…he died instantly.

After the death of the doctor, Brett, Bobby and Kimberly move in to

free the bound and traumatized heroines.

“Help me untie Gallant Girl!” Kimberly instructed Bobby, knowing

that he was too emotionally attached to deal with Teen Shadows

injuries at the moment.

“Check on Teen Shadow!” Kimberly urged Brett.

“How is she?” Bobby said, looking over at Brett.

Brett gave Bobby a reassuring look. “A small cut under her left

Breast…but she’ll be okay!” he stated, beginning to undo the straps

binding Brandi to the table, while Bobby remains by Kimberly’s

side to assist her with Melissa.

In minutes, Brett has all the straps removed and then cuts away the

ropes that bind Brandi’s wrists and ankle to the table. Gently, Brett

scoops her up into his arms and carries her halfway to the table

where Mellissa still lies.

“Can you stand?” He asked her as she starts to show movement.

“Yesssfff,” The young heroine answered muffled by her gag.

“Puufff meef dowwff!”

Brett nods and starts to set her gently down, when to his surprise,

the spunky young woman, despite her ordeal, nearly leapt from his

arms to stand firmly on her own two feet.

Bobby smiles, realizing she was acting more now like herself, than

the helpless victim she appeared to be when they rush inside.

“Is…is she…alright?” Brandi asked, after removing her gag and

loosening up her jaw muscles.

“I’m okay…I think?” Melissa answered for herself, as she manages

to sit up with the help of Bobby and Kimberly.

“We better find a way to get hold of the police?” Brett Suggests,

Suddenly as if on cue, those very police sirens fill the air.

“That would be Tom,” Kimberly said looking at her wristwatch.

“I told him if I didn’t get back by dawn patrol that I could be in

trouble.”

“I’ll take a look?” Brett responded, sneaking outside of the room

with his gun drawn. For more than 5 minutes, the remaining 4

occupants in the room await his return, trying hard not to think

the worst. When he does return, he is flanked by 3 cops.

“Follow my lead!” Brett advises them all in low whisper but

mostly Melissa and Brandi, as police chief Connors enters the

room. “These are some more of the hostages Dread was

holding Captain!” Brett announced.

“And…you found no sign of the Vigilante Gallant Girl and this

Teen Shadow the henchmen we arrested attested to…?

the Captain inquired, as the eyes of Brandi and Melissa locked in

on Brett’s next sentence.

“No sir!” Brett answered after moment. “If I had seen them…they

would be in handcuffs right now!” He lied, breaking eye contact

with Melissa and Brandi, hoping the captain is fooled by his

reply, knowing that if he is not…they are all in hot water!

“Very well,” Captain Connors, acknowledged.

“Escort them home and get their statements!”

“Yes sir!” Brett responded.

After the captain leaves, Brandi and Melissa wrapped in some

old sheets Kimberly found for them inside the room start to

walk out of the room. Brett and Bobby try to help them, but

they shun their touch. “What…what’s wrong Brandi?” Bobby

questioned in confusion.

“Get your hands off me!” Brandi yelled pushing him away.

“Brandi!” Brett chimed in. “If this is about us earlier tonight..we

were drugged into performing like that!” He stated.

“Yeah!” Bobby added. “The drug made us…?

“Can the Bullshit!” Brandi interrupted. “You guys were

enjoying yourselves. ”I’ve wanted to fuck this Ass of yours

for a long time baby…ring a bell?” She yelled.

With that, Brandi stormed out of the room.

“I’ll talk to her,” Melissa offered, forcing a fake smile, as she

starts to leave, giving Brett a similar cold shoulder, although

she is not as verbal with her opinion.

“Look Brett,” She replied, fighting her feelings.

“I know that you would never have been the animals you two

Were tonight if you had clear control of your actions…It just makes

me wonder about your subconscious tendencies?”

“Give me some time will you Brett?” She said, averting eye

contact with him.

“I’m sure we’ll both get over it!”

Then with that statement she too was gone…

* * *

Two weeks later, Melissa towels off after a long hot shower.

She had a month off from teaching to recover from her ordeal.

Physically she was fine.

Mentally however, it will take her a bit longer.

Happily, Bobby and Brandi worked out their problems. Melissa had

no real doubt…after all they had been friends since childhood,

which is a real advantage in a relationship because truly good

friends can always find a way to understand each other.

As for Melissa…true to her prediction, she and Brett were almost

back to the same place in their relationship before their ordeal.

They were more friends now…which worked out okay for the

moment since he and Kimberly now dated on occasion.

The only unsettling thing was that Dread had escaped and was still

at large, but that too may soon end. Last rumor was that he was

operating somewhere in Gotham City…with luck the Batman will

shove a Bat-a-rang up his ass!” She mused, as the doorbell rang.

Dressed in her bathrobe, she opens the door to find her date with a

handful of flowers. “Hello Professor Gallant,” the younger man

greeted, stepping inside. She smiled at her handsome grad school

student.

“I’m afraid I’m a little late getting ready Jordan,” Melissa

apologized, “What time does your band go on tonight?” she

inquires.

“Ten o’clock Professor,” Jordan responded.

There is a moment of silence as Melissa moves in closer to him.

“How about this,” she stated,

“For the rest of the evening…I will refer to you as Jordan and

you refer to me as Melissa…Deal?

Jordan grinned. “Anything you say Profess…Melissa”

“Sounds like a winner!” Melissa agreed.

“Help yourself to a cold drink if you want?” She offered, hurrying

back up the stairs to get dressed. “Be down soon.”

Dropping her bathrobe in her bedroom, she slips on panties and

a bra, Then as she rummages through her walk in closet for the right

blouse to go with her acid washed jeans, she walks into her Gallant

Girl costume hanging on a hanger by itself.

For several long moments she wondered if she would ever where it

again, or even if she should have ever put it on in the first place.

Then another part of her wanted to put it on and go kick some bad guy Ass. She laughed at her two warring personalities, when grabbed the first blouse she saw and walked away.

* * *

Downtown, about 45 minutes later at a nightclub named The Flow, the sparse crowd of 100 people listened to the sounds of the latest amateur band, as Melissa and Jordan walked in through the front entrance and

found a table to sit at near the stage. “You want a beer?” Jordan inquired, Jordan inquired, as a young blonde stopped by their table to take their order.

“A Whisker Sour,” Melissa corrected.

“I’ll have a Heineken,” Jordan added.

20 minutes later, the couple was halfway finished with their drinks, when Jordan was motioned, by a man near the stage entrance.

“Well…gotta go now!” Jordan, said, making his apologies.

“Our band is up next.”

Left alone suddenly, Melissa looks about the room discretely. She knew a lot of college kids hang out at this club. On more than one occasion, the name “The Flow” was mentioned in the hallowed halls of

the campus. She noticed several of her own students in the crowd, but they did not seem to recognize her?

Melissa was not sure if it was because she was dressed in contrast with her normal college attire, or maybe it was just because it was late. And most of them were so drunk they could hardly stand?

No matter the reason…she considered it a good thing.

A few minutes later, as the waitress brought Melissa her second drink, Jordan and his band took the stage. The crowd really seemed to get into their music. She too liked the sound of the band sort of mellow approach…it was in sharp contrast to the other bands style.

The bands set went on for about 15 to 20 minutes, then they exited the stage. The M/C made the announcement, that the show was over and that the bar will close in about 30 minutes. There was a moment of silence, then the bar’s jukeboxes came on to provide music for a now thinning crowd.

Melissa watched as the entire clientele of the bar seemed to almost instantly disappear. Alone except for about 10 members of the bar’s staff who began cleaning up for the night, she watched for Jordan’s emergence from backstage. She did not have to wait long.

“You guys were Great!” Melissa praised, as all four members of the band file by getting a High Five hand slap from her as they filed by.

After the band disappeared, Jordan walked out a full 30 seconds later.

Jordan looked a little nervous…as though he was waiting for her to give him his mid-term grades. Melissa laughed to herself, recognizing the expression. “Relax Dude!” She consoled.

“I’m not your music teacher!”

Her smile broadened. “You guys were freaking AWESOME!”

Jordan smiled. “Thanks,” he responded.

There was a bit of hesitation between the two of them, as several people congratulated him on the band’s performance. Several of Melissa’s students too came up praise him and looked right at her.

But, no one seemed to recognize her.

Jordan could tell she was concerned about being seen with one of her students, and looked towards the bartender Mike, who tosses him some keys. “Would you like to see some of my other hobbies?” He asked.

“I got a little space in the back that Mike lets me use.”

Melissa was a little put back by his bold proposal. However, her curiosity was as always, peeked and without a word, she rose to her feet and let Jordan lead her blindly through a small door marked storage near the back of the bar.

There were many boxes marked illegibly covered with cobwebs…Mel

could not help but think back to when she was nine years old, entering a neighborhood haunted house during Halloween. However, as she and Jordan traversed further inside, the area seemed more organized and emptied out. On the walls were several unframed paintings.

“What do you think?” Jordan announced.

“You did these?” Melissa responded, never taking Jordan for an Artist.

“Guilty,” Jordan replied shyly.

Melissa looked closer at the wall of 6 paintings.

“Wow,” She replied. “They’re all of me?”

Jordan seemed to blush slightly, as Melissa moves in closer to examine the paintings with more scrutiny. “You are quite talented!” She said, touching one of the paintings and running her hand towards the center.

“I see you prefer painting Nudes.”

“Is this how you see me?” Melissa inquired.

Jordan seemed to display a deeper shade of blush on his face, wondering now if it was a mistake to divulge this part of his life to his teacher? “I…ah didn’t mean to offend you I…..?”

“I didn’t say I was offended!” Melissa interrupted.

“I simply said…I see you prefer to paint Nudes…that’s all!”

Jordan relaxed a little as she looked silently at the rest of the paintings.

“I am curious about one thing?” She suddenly asked.

“To my knowledge…you’ve never seen me nude…what makes you think my breasts look like that?” She inquired, looking at a painting that depicts her naked to the waist.

“I…just see them that way in my head,” Jordan stated.

Melissa is quite flattered by his response, but also enjoys the feeling of power that she has to make him feel slightly insecure. Noticing that he has a blank canvas and paints nearby, Melissa walks slowly and seductively near an area just in front of the easel.

“I’ll make a confession,” She said, taking off her light jacket to toss it onto a nearby couch.

“I’ve always wanted to pose for a great Artist!”

Jordan felt his hard cock drain against his trousers, as Melissa stood there with her breasts clearly defined behind the thin material of her light colored blouse. He moved in close to her.

Within the close confines of their bodies, Melissa felt herself getting

excited.

“Undress me,” Melissa quietly instructed,

Jordan was a little a little taken back by her request. This was his

dream since he met this woman more than a year ago, but now that it

was no longer a dream, he was a little nervous and unsure of how to

proceed?

“Start here,” Melissa quietly instructed, grabbing his hands and placing them so that his fingers touch gently against the sides her breasts, while his thumbs press against her hardening nipples. Melissa tensed, as his hands instinctively squeeze her womanly flesh.

Melissa smiled, as she reaches out to start unbuttoning his shirt.

Jordan removes his hands for a moment to let Melissa strip away is shirt, then, quickly peals away her blouse to expose her nakedness. Melissa tenses, as his hand fondles her bared left breast, while her kisses at the nape of her neck.

Melissa let herself be pushed downwards and felt the soft fabric of the

couch against her back, as Jordan held her arms above her head and

seductively sucked upon her breasts.

After a few moments, Jordan released her arms and squeezed at her

breasts with his hands, before kissing her naked flesh all the way down

to her navel. There was a slight hesitation, then she felt him remove

her skirt. He expertly kissed around her thighs and then pulled off her

panties.

Although, she was now completely naked, Melissa could not help but

think once more about the repercussions of continuing with this wild

fling with this younger lover, not to mention her student.

These things still occupied her thoughts, as she watched Jordan hover

over her stripping out of the remainder of his clothing.

“My god…you’re so beautiful!” Jordan exclaimed, as he straddled

her nude body with his own. Melissa could feel his rock hard shaft

brush against her inner thighs as he kissed her fully on her lips and

worked his tongue into her mouth. Melissa involuntarily arched her

back in response and felt the head of his cock brush against the

opening to her pussy.

Suddenly, his hands slid down to cup her hips, and she shuddered in

ecstasy as his rock hard cock slid deep inside her.

“Ummmm!!” She moaned as his 12 inches of manhood filled her

insides. Almost immediately, she felt the tingle of an orgasm

approaching. Jordan too, must have had a similar sensation, because

his thrusts seemed to be in slow, long successions.

“Unnnh…unnh….unnnh!!” Melissa moaned with each thrust he

made, until she felt herself lose control. “God…I’m Cumming!”

She yelled out lustfully as her insides prepared for the orgasm that

was about to hit her like a fast moving freight train.

“Oh…G G G GODDDD!!!” She finally screamed unable

to restrain herself, as her insides exploded in an erotic orgasm the

likes of which she has ever known…and it was only the beginning.

By the time Jordan neared his breaking point, she came twice more.

Finally, after beginning 15 minutes before, Jordan could not continue.

“Yes…YES…YESSSSS!!!!” Jordan groaned, as he exploded inside

her. Not wanting the experience to be over, he continued to thrust in

and out of her, until his organ was too flaccid to do the job.

Both he and Mellissa kissed for awhile, then Jordan climbed off of her

and began to get dressed. “It’s getting late,” He stated, staring at his

watch. “Do you want me to take you home?”

Melissa smiled, as she stood up pointing to his easel.

“Forget about the time Lover!” She commented.

“You’re not getting away with a one timer!” She stated, kissing him

slightly on the lips. “After we catch our breath…we’re gonna see if

we can do it better…?”

Jordan grinned. He was hoping for just that sort or response.

“In the meantime…” She said, pushing him to his easel.

“I did say I always wanted to pose for an artist…..

The End.

(5-10-2009)

Alternate ending

(Note: Alternate ending is started at the beginning of page #53)

Warning: In this Alternate ending the staring heroines do not

escape their captors in the end after being rescued by their friends,

and are brutalized to the extreme…!!

Although not extremely gory in content…it does cover

(Breast mutilation and murder)

Moments later, on the other side of the house, Wanda and her assigned

Goons open the door to the storage room Brett and Bobby locked up

inside of and step inside. “Hello Sweeties!” Wanda greeted in a slightly

intoxicated slur.

“Bad news fellas!” She announced, as two henchmen flanked her and

drew their guns. “The Boss wants your brains blown out! I tried to get

him to change his mind…but, you know how these thing go.”

“Boys,” She said addressing the henchmen. “Waste em!”

“I think you just might want to rethink that order bitch!” a female voice behind Wanda threatened, holding a gun to the back of the villainesses head. “Or, you’ll make the pearly gates way ahead of these men!”

“Lose the guns fellas!”

Wanda’s henchmen stop it their tracks awaiting a sign from their boss lady. Silently, Wanda nods her wishes that they do not intervene. Tossing aside their weapons the henchmen wait.

“You!” The lady with the gun orders the first man.

“On your stomach!”

The henchman hesitates, but after a moment he complies.

“You!” The gun woman orders the other henchmen. “Untie them!” She instructed motioning to Brett and Bobby. “Or I swear…I’ll kill this Amazon looking bitch!”

Wanda gives off an angry stare, but again is ready to nod for the henchman to follow the gun woman’s orders, when a loud gunshot behind her echoes behind her.

Moving to one side, the tall villainess watches as an attractive blonde female falls at her feet with blood and brain matter spewing all over the floor from a gunshot to the head. Looking up, she sees the smoking

gun of her brother Eric, who is backed up by 8 other henchmen.

“What the hell we’re you thinking you dumb drunken bitch?” He cursed, taking a step forward with his gun pointing just to the right and downward of where it was. “Dread is gonna be pissed off when he wakes up from his drugged nap that this cop fucking bitch here put him through…and I am not going to be the one he blames!”

“Waste em!” He orders the 8 men behind him. “Waste them all!!”

Wanda tries to explain herself to her brother, but he already has his

Back to her as he walks away never looking back, as Frank the head

henchman pulls his gun. “I told you your brother would get pissed at

you someday!” He laughed, firing a single shot dead center

of Wanda’s forehead, before she can completely comprehend what has

transpired?

Still laughing, Frank and his followers step over the dead villainess and

take aim on Brett and Bobby. There is a final quiet silence in the room,

as the henchmen watch their prey struggle in their bonds, then that

silence is replaced with loud gunfire as Brett and Bobby are riddled

with bullets. Brett was killed instantly, but Bobby was able to utter one

last word before he died. “Brandi…

* * *

Meanwhile…back inside Doctor Fragorance’s makeshift house of

Horrors, Gallant Girl and Teen Shadow quake with trepidation, as the good doctor readies himself for the task at hand. From across the room, the twin heroines hear a loud snapping sound break the eerie silence inside the room, as Fragorance pulls on his rubber surgical gloves.

The room is cold, possibly 60…65 degrees Fahrenheit and the bound women find themselves shivering on two different fronts. One from the extreme cold that causes Goosebumps to from all over their nude bodies and make the nipples on their sore breasts harden…and second,

the fearful image that invades their mind of the mad doctor’s sharp scalpel. Suddenly, a new eerie sound cuts into the silence.

The sound of the mad doctor’s wheeled surgical cart, as it is pushed

by the dwarfish surgeon to his first patient. “I do hope you’re not a bleeder!” Fragorance uttered as he stopped his cart beside Teen Shadow’s table. “I do so want to make you’re surgery a great success,” he said, moving in to look closely at her face, noticing the fear in her eyes, despite the heroines careful management of her emotions.

“Just like the care Dr. Dramine took as she operated on me.”

“You…do remember that night… don’t you my dear heroine?” Fragorance asked, showing no expression as he reminds Brandi of a night she wish she could forget.

“Well…what was…was,” he said almost jokingly, as he again takes her breast in his hand. “My what lovely Breasts you have,” He commented,

forming a small grin. “They should look fabulous on Mr. Dread’s fireplace mantle, he exclaimed, releasing his grip on her Tit to reach for something on his cart.

Brandi jerks at her restraints, as he produces a leather, bridle-styled gag and pushed it towards her open clenched teeth. “Oh, don’t be shy my dear!” Fragorance laughed. “I heard you’ve had a lot of foreign objects shoved in your mouth in the past 24 hours!”

“Bastard,” Brandi cursed under her breath.

Fragorance laughed. “But seriously…this more for you than for my pleasure…which of course will naturally add to my enjoyment seeing you bridled like a brood mare on a horse stud farm.”

“Believe me,” Fragorance said in an almost inaudible whisper.

“You’ll be glad to have it when the cutting starts!”

Brandi is hesitant, but nonetheless, she knows he is right, and reluctantly opens her mouth to accept the gag. “Good girl!” The doctor praises as he inserts the leather bit of the gag between her teeth and secures the remaining straps of the apparatus behind her head.

“There now,” Fragorance exclaimed when he was done. “Now, you’re not going to bite off that serpent tongue you have.”

“Oh, yes my dear!” Fragorance said looking over at Melissa as he produces a second gag. “I have one for your pretty mouth as well.”

He said, taking approximately eight steps to leer down at the capital City heroine. “I do so hope I don’t have to explain to you as well the benefit of this?” He sighed, pushing the gag at Gallant Girl’s mouth.

“Look Doctor,” Melissa began, trying to calmly reason with him, forcing a smile, despite the swelling fear inside her. “I know you were emotionally injured in that clinic…but it’s no reason to…?

“Ummph!!” She grunted, interrupted in mid thought, as Fragorance

shoved the gag in her mouth to shut her up.

“I hate psycho babbling women!” He expressed, quickly strapping Gallant Girl’s gag in place, giving her nipple a painful pinch, before returning to Teen Shadow.

“Sorry about the delay my dear,” He apologized, taking Brandi’s left Tit in his hand moving it around a bit while with his other hand feels up under her breast examining the nerve clusters below.

“I think we’ll start right here.” He comments, maintaining his grip on her breast with his left hand, while his hand reaches for his scalpel in the mobile surgical tray. Both women’s eyes go wide in terror, as the

sharp blade reflects in the light.

“GGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!” Teen Shadow screams, jerking

frantically against her restrains, as Fragorance starts to make an incision, slicing just below the base of her left breast.

Suddenly, after just a one inch incision Fragorance retracts his scalpel.

“No…not yet!” He stated, “I know you heroine types…you’re always willing to offer yourselves rather than see another suffer,” he said, looking over at Gallant Girl. “I think we’ll start with your friend over there first, so you can see and hear her screams, before I do the same to you!”

“Enjoy!” The Doctor replied, forming an evil grin, as he slowly wheels his cart over to Gallant Girl.

“UNNNNNNHH!!!” Melissa screams into her gag as the Doctor’s cold hand touches her bare breast, sending an even colder chill up her spine than when Dread grabbed her Tit threatening to slice up her womanhood just days before inside his suite at the Marriot.

“Now…let’s see?” He comments, feeling around at the base of her Tit as he had done with Teen Shadow moments earlier. “Yes,” he stated.

“Right there!” He said, holding her breast in his left hand as he had done with Teen Shadow, reaching for his scalpel.

“GGGGGGAAAAAHHH!!!!” Melissa screamed in pain,

Urinating uncontrollably as Fragorance begins to slice her flesh. “PLEEEVE…HAFF…MERFFY!!” She tried to beg, her words muffled by the gag, as he sliced several inches across the bottom of her breast, before stopping to wipe up the blood he produced so far.

Melissa felt herself hyperventilating like she had done with Dread. She only hoped that she could faint this time as well and escape the Horror she was experiencing under Fragorance’s knife…but escape would not come for her this time.

Brandi watched helplessly, struggling to get some sort slack in her restraints, but they held her firmly. Gallant Girl filled the room with her distorted screams, as Fragorance’s scalpel continued to slice.

In a matter of 30 minutes, he makes a final incision, and places the severed womanhood of his patient off to the side on a metal tray.

Brandi can feel the taste of vomit rising in her throat, as she watches

the mad doctor clean up the bloody mess he created, before moving his

instruments over to the other side of Gallant Girl.

Gallant girl screams again into her Bridle gag, as the doctor’s blade

sliced at her flesh. Showing hardly any emotion hardly at all, he continues his ghastly mutilation of the helpless heroine’s breasts, until he placed the second soft mound of flesh on the tray.

Tears fell silently from Melissa’s eyes, as the doctor bandaged and dressed her wounds. She did not sob hysterically however; her pain and suffering went way beyond it.

Finishing with Melissa, the doctor pushed his cart of to a sink in the room and re-sterilized his instruments. He washed his hands and enjoyed a sandwich and a beverage, and then snapped on a new pair of rubber gloves before starting over to Brandi with his cart.

“I guess it’s just you and me now little Shadow slut,” he comments, watching as Brandi involuntarily pulls at her bonds. “I just love how these breasts stand up and out so prominently, jiggling just the slightest little bit as you jerk on your restraints. Normally, a sight like that would make me hard as a rock,” He replied, his hand groping ever so softly at her left Tit.

“But…we know I’ll never get like that again…don’t we?” He said, his voice getting louder and more stern, as his hand tightens around her breast, to a point, where despite his frail form, it causes her pain.

“Fucking no account whore!!” He suddenly yelled out, grabbing her around the throat. “You let that woman fucking doctor castrate me!” He exclaimed, his hand tightening around her throat tighter and tighter. “She cut my fucking Balls off!!”

For a long few moments, it looked as though the old doctor would choke her to death, then slowly Fragorance decreased his grip little by little until her finally retreated altogether. “Oh, no,” he replied, sounding heavily winded. “

“I won’t be deprived of my revenge, by killing you that quickly!”

Fragorance took several moments to regain his composure, then a sadistic smile again crossed his face. Then, he picked up his scalpel and laid it on top of Brandi’s chest. “What do you think?” he asked, as he set two scalpels down beside it.

“The #3 or maybe the #2 or maybe even the #1?”

“All 3 are nice and sharp!” He stated, picking up the largest, letting the light reflect on it, feeling Brandi tremble ever so slightly beneath his hand. He chuckled almost unnoticeably. She was scared out of her mind, despite her strong outer composure…and he knew it!

“Well…I suppose #3 will do,” He replied, taking all three off her chest, making a metallic clanking noise as he lets them all fall in with his other instruments. “I used the # 1 on your friend over there to amputate her big mounds…but, your Tits are not nearly as big, so I’m sure the smaller blade on the # 2 will do.”

“Shall be begin now my dear?” He said, taking a grip on his scalpel as her repositions himself. Taking her breast in his hand with his free hand, he turns it sideway a bit and slowly moves his scalpel hand forward. “I do believe this is going to hurt.”

“AAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!” Brandi screamed as his blade began to slice extremely slow below her breast line. Fragorance made a small sectional incisions, stopping after each to dab up the blood before he made another. Tears started to pour from her eyes.

“Yes…” Fragorance announced finally as his final incision separated her left breast from her chest. “Will you look at this gorgeous lump of female flesh!” He comments pressing the dissected organ to her face to let her get a look at it before he sets it on a metal tray like he did the pair he got from Gallant Girl.

The whole thing took just over an hour.

Changing his position, the doctor began on her last remaining breast.

Teen Shadow’s screams were not nearly as loud, nor as long, as Fragorance cut on her for a second time. She was almost screamed out.

Like her brave comrade Gallant girl…she just wanted to die.

The lust of revenge had been tarnished for the doctor as well, as he unceremoniously plops her severed organ on the tray beside the other.

Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow and again clean his glasses, he bandages up his latest patient, and wheels his cart over to the sink to wash up his instruments.

Suddenly the door burst open and Dread walked in followed by Pain Master and several henchmen. “The deed is done Mr. Dread,” Fragorance announced, motioning to the nearly unmoving forms of Gallant girl and Teen Shadow.

“You can have your men deposit your…trophies in the jars filled with alcohol in them on that table over there, he said packing up his surgical instruments as they talked. “I took the liberty of labeling the jars to limit confusion.”

“Hey boss…will ya look at this!” One of the henchmen chuckled, lifting up one of the jars. “The Doc has a separate jug for each one of their Titties!?

“You want us to waste the Bimbos Boss!” The head henchman Frank asked, looking over the still bound women, with a look of disgust.

“They sure aint no good for fucking now!”

Dread took a step forward, then hesitated before he answered.

“They’re already dead,” He replied.

“Just toss their carcasses in the city dump!”

* * *

Almost a day later, after being found by startled sanitation workers,

The women were rushed to Grand Capital Memorial, where the many

hours of in intensive care, before being roomed together in recovery.

Both women were to make a complete recovery, despite it all and the

talk of options to replace their breasts was even discussed, but neither

woman was ready yet hear it. Hearing of the incident, Barbara

Gordon,

and Sarah Maines (Batgirl & Lark) made the trip from Gotham city to

console them. And it also fell upon Barbara to inform the women of

Brett and Bobby’s death.

For the Moment, they did not want to see any of their

male friends…it only brought up bad memories.

Time…was the only thing everyone of the Hospital staff and their

friends agreed was necessary for them to heal. Lots and Lots of

TIME…