CHAPTER 10: BACK(SIDE) IN BLACK!

by The Good Doctor

Corporal Lewis looked at his watch, glad it would only be another 5 minutes until they pulled into the station on the outskirts of Sinner City. He wanted to get off the train as soon as possible. Despite being assigned to the army?s chemical and biological warfare unit for the past two years, he hated being so close to germ warfare material. Logically, he knew there was no real danger. The transport train he was on was perfectly safe. There were nearly a hundred other army personnel on board, making sure the transfer of the deadly materials happened without a hitch. Everything would go off without incident, he told himself.
It was the last thought he ever had as the toxic fumes hit his central nervous system. Lewis keeled over, already dead as the half-dozen female figures dressed in dark robes, wearing gas masks, entered the compartment and stepped over his motionless body.
One of the figures spoke into a small hand held walkie-talkie. ?This is agent 17. The gas attack worked. Our part of the train is secure.?
After a moment, a reply came back over the walkie-talkie. ?This is agent 12. We have secured the engine room. All army personnel have been rendered inoperative. Moving to phase 2.?
* * *

The lithe, sexy, bikini?d figure stood on top of the overpass near the army train depot. Her long red hair blew in the wind, her taut form outlined by the setting sun as she stared down at the platform below her, where the train transporting biological weapons was scheduled to stop.
?It?s nearly 6:00,? thought the attractive young woman, her features hidden by the small red mask she wore. ?That army train is a little late. Hope there?s no problem.?
The girl known in Sinner City as the superheroine, the Red Avenger, let out a sigh of relief as she saw the train come around a bend. Having grown up on military bases where she still had friends, the teenage heroine had heard through the grapevine of the secret military shipment being transported through Sinner City. Knowing it was just the sort of shipment that might attract attention from some of the more nefarious local elements, she had decided to make sure everything was secure. Seeing the train come into the heavily guarded depot on schedule made the heroine believe all was well.
But suddenly, the masked crimefighter realized there was a problem. The military train was not slowing down as it came into the station. Instead, it sped past the platform, speeding by on the tracks beneath her.
Not certain what was going on but knowing it meant trouble, the heroine ran to the other side of the overpass. Below her, she saw the train emerge from the tunnel and continue on its way heading for parts unknown with a deadly shipment of germ warfare material.
Heedless of her own safety, the brave young girl, stepped over the railing that bordered the edge of the overpass and as the last sections of the train passed beneath her, jumped off the bridge, dropping 20 feet on to the fast moving train.
The Red Avenger landed with a Thud! but rolled with the impact, absorbing most of the landing without damage. But as she stood erect, the superheroine realized she was not alone. On instinct, she ducked to the side as a club barely missed her skull. The female crimefighter turned, slamming her knee into the stomach of the robed figure who was attacking her.
?The Savage Sisterhood!? said the heroine. ?I should have known you were behind this.?
Instantly, the Red Avenger became aware of four more robed figures climbing on to the roof of the train, two from each end of the compartment she stood atop. The four women slowly closed in on the lone heroine. The teen crimefighter calmly waited until her foes got within range, then suddenly sprang to life, leveling the nearest woman with a leaping sidekick, dropping the second assailant with a roundhouse kick, and knocking out the third with a right hand.
Shocked, the last criminal eyed the heroine warily, not making any motion.
?Why don?t you just give it up and save yourself some pain,? said the heroine.
?I think you?re the one in for some pain,? replied the robed woman.
The Red Avenger sensed something amiss, as if her opponent was waiting for something to happen. In a split second, the redhead knew what was wrong. She hurled herself flat on the roof, even as the train roared beneath a low metal overpass, the girders passing only inches from the heroine?s back.
But before she could regain her feet, the masked crimefighter felt herself rolling off the roof of the train as it took a sharp turn around a bend. The heroine kept rolling until she felt herself sliding off the roof of the train. In desperation, the Red Avenger reached out, managing to grasp a handhold on the edge of the roof, even as her body rolled off the train.
The heroine dangled out in space for a moment, hanging off the edge of the fast moving train by one hand, her legs swinging wildly below her. Looking down, The Red Avenger saw the train was heading around the side of a mountain and below her there was nothing but a deadly 200 foot chasm. Looking upward, she prepared to pull herself back on to the roof of the train, when into her field of vision stepped the last remaining henchwoman of the Savage Sisterhood.
Standing above the defenseless crimefighter, the villainess said, ?So, Red Avenger, it looks like this is the end for you.?
Still holding on to the roof by one hand, looking to buy time, the courageous heroine said, ?And just what do you plan to do with the germ warfare material after you get rid of me??
?That?s none of your concern,? replied the villainess, her foot beginning to press down on the heroine?s fingers as she desperately clawed at the edge of the train?s roof. ?Goodbye, Red Avenger.?
The superheroine gritted her teeth in pain, trying to hold on as she felt the pressure upon her fingers. But it was no good, she was about to let go when...
WHAM!
?Ungh!? groaned the villainess as she was suddenly knocked aside.
The Red Avenger looked up to see her partner, Ninja Girl, poised above her, offering a helping hand.
?I thought you?d never get here,? said the redheaded crimefighter as Ninja Girl helped her back on to the roof of the train.
?I had to buy a ticket,? answered the shorter, brown-haired heroine with a smile. ?But now that I?m here, let?s take these villains down.?
A half-hour later, the train pulled safely into the army depot, where a grateful commander thanked the two superheroines for their help.
?Well, that should keep the Savage Sisterhood quiet for a while,? said Ninja Girl, as the duo left the train station.
?I hope so,? replied the Red Avenger. ?That way we can kick back and relax this weekend. Are you still coming over to my house tomorrow to spend the night after we finish patrolling.?
?Sure,? said Ninja Girl. ?It?ll be fun. And I think we need a weekend to unwind. We?ll just eat junk food and watch TV.?
?Good. I hope it goes better than my last slumber party when I had that wicked Molly over.?
?I?m sure it will.?
* * *

The muscular, latex-clad woman removed the headphones she had been wearing and lowered the shotgun microphone that had been aimed at the two departing heroines.
Concealed in a secluded part of the train station, the supercriminal known as the Stalkeress began to pack away her clandestine listening equipment. She had all the information she needed.
Ever since her little sister Molestra had called two weeks ago, asking for help in getting back at the superheroines the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl, the villainess had been doing what she did best, stalking her prey, devising a foolproof plan to gain revenge upon the unwitting young girls. The fact that these were superheroines she was hunting only made the Stalkeress? plans all the more sweet. She enjoyed nothing more than breaking these brave, confident, haughty bitches down into simpering little victims.
Of course, she wasn?t so foolish as to underestimate her prey. The Stalkeress had taken her time in observing both heroines. She had learned their patterns of operation and now received confirmation that the one who called herself the Red Avenger was in fact Molestra?s last victim, Jenny Williams. Just as the Stalkeress had suspected. She had not shared her conclusions with Molestra, however, knowing her sister would be too foolhardy in trying to seek vengeance on her own.
She had not even shared this information with her comrades in the Savage Sisterhood. The Stalkeress knew she was in disfavor after putting the Guardianess in a coma, ruining plans that the Savage Sisterhood?s leader had for that heroine. But it didn?t matter. The revenge on these little cunts would be her?s alone. And now she had the perfect opportunity to follow them back to the Red Avenger?s home where both heroines would be caught off-guard.
Tomorrow night, she thought.
* * *

Diane Franco?s slim, supple body flipped through the air. She reached out, grabbing the wooden bar and swinging around it.
She was in the private gymnasium she had created for herself in her penthouse apartment, training on the uneven bars common to women?s gymnastics.
The short-haired brunette let go of the high bar, again flipping through the air, this time landing feet first upon the lower bar, springing off it as she once more back flipped through the air, across the gym, only to land with perfect precision upon the balance beam. From there, Diane did a series of back handsprings, until she flew through the air, off the balance beam, only to land on the floor of the gym. Behind her was a stuffed dummy fashioned to look like a street thug.
In one fluid motion, as Diane landed, she launched her body into a spinning back kick, her heel shooting out and landing in the center of the dummy?s face with such force, the head was ripped loose from the stuffed body, spraying Styrofoam and rubber everywhere.
Diane nodded to herself and said out loud, ?There. Just about ready.?
* * *

The Stalkeress entered the underground chambers of the Savage Sisterhood?s ruling council, located beneath the imposing mansion that sat in the middle of downtown Sinner City. Already there was their maximal leader, the mysterious Number One, and the other members of the inner circle.
The Stalkeress, Number Three in the organization, took her place between Number Two, better known as the Iron Maiden, and the hooded figure of Number Four. As she sat down, Number One addressed them.
?It is almost time to move forward with our plan for world domination,? announced the villainess. ?First Sinner City, then the United States, then the entire earth! But before we can accomplish any of this, we must rid ourselves of this superheroine nuisance.?
The others nodded in agreement as Number One continued, ?Just today, these bitches the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl foiled our plot to liberate biological warfare material essential to the master plan. We must eliminate these little sluts before we can proceed! I?m giving this top priority. They must be neutralized!?
It was Number Two, the Iron Maiden, who spoke up. ?I have a plan to...?
?No,? interrupted Number One, ?you have already failed in your efforts to eliminate the superheroines. It is time to give someone else an opportunity.?
The Stalkeress smiled to herself, not just happy that her rival for power, the Iron Maiden, was being slighted, but for the fact she herself, as Number Three, would now be officially sanctioned to take her vengeance upon the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl.
But to her shock, Number One said, ?I am giving this assignment to Number Four.?
?What!? shouted the Stalkeress. ?This is intolerable! I am next in line among the council. I should get the opportunity for revenge upon these bitches!?
?You were next in line,? answered Number One. ?But after your fiasco with the Guardianess, you are on probation. It is now Number Four?s turn. Do you understand??
?Do as you wish,? said the Stalkeress in concession. ?Make all the plans you want, Number One. But in the end, you will need me to carry them out.? With that, the powerful villainess stood up and left the room. She didn?t care about Number One?s stupid rules. She would carry out her vengeance tomorrow night in private and the rest of the Council would be none the wiser.
Number One sat in quiet contemplation for a moment, then said, ?I don?t trust her. I believe the Stalkeress may try to take action unilaterally. This must not be allowed. You must act first, Number Four.?
The mystery woman called Number Four, who had not yet spoken, finally said, ?How do you propose I accomplish this, Number One? We do not know who or where these superheroines are.?
?Keep an eye on the Stalkeress. If my hunch is right, she will lead you right to them.? The leader of the Savage Sisterhood then turned her eye upon the Iron Maiden. ?You will assist Number Four in this scheme. But remember, she is fully in charge of this operation. I will be out of touch for several days.?
Bristling under the treatment, but managing not to show her displeasure, the Iron Maiden said, ?Certainly, Number One.?
?Exactly what do you want done with these heroines?? asked Number Four, a very slight accent the only hint as to her background.
After an ominous pause, Number One said, ?They must not simply be killed. Others would rise to take their place. No, these bitches must be completely broken and shattered until they serve our will. That is why you are best suited for this mission, Number Four. No one is better at breaking down a woman, even a superheroine, than you are.?
?Of course,? said Number Four, rising from her seat. ?That is why you sought me out for the Savage Sisterhood of Sapho.? The woman let her robes fall away as she rose, exposing a muscular, 5'11" 190 lb. physique, contained inside a tight, black leather bikini. She also wore knee-high black leather boots and a black leather mask that covered her entire face. On her hip, rested a vicious looking leather flogger. ?That is why you sought out the world?s greatest torturess. That is why you sought out... The Punish-Her!?
* * *

Night. Time to get going, Diane thought to herself. She stripped off the slacks she had worn during the day, then her blouse. She then stood alone in the middle of her bedroom, her slender, athletic, well-tanned 5'4" 112 lb. body highlighted by the tight, satiny bikini panties she wore. With no bra, the 28-year-old?s perky, medium-sized breasts stood out in perfect symmetry on her chest.
The attractive young woman stepped over to the walk-in closet that contained her ?gear? and pushed a hidden button that unlocked it?s contents. From inside the closet she removed a one-piece black spandex costume. The black unitard fit her perfectly, running up from her ankles to cover her legs like a second skin. The sleek, smooth, night-dark material clung to her firm, shapely rear, sinking in slightly between the crack of her buttocks, yet leaving only the slightest hint of a line from her bikini-underwear.
Though the costume opened and closed in the back, there was no discernable seam on the outside of the uniform. It fit her upper body as snugly as it did her legs, covering her back, flat stomach and taut arms in the skin-tight material. The front of the costume was a low cut V that came down over the top of the girl?s chest, just exposing the upper part of her perfectly round, high-set breasts. The uniform ended in a small, overlapping collar like that on a men?s dress shirt, which added just a touch of panache to the otherwise sexy but ominous uniform.
After stepping into the costume, Diane put on a pair of equally snug black booties which came up to her ankles and blended into the bottom of the unitard?s legs perfectly. Though she wore no gloves, on her left wrist she placed a small, unobtrusive wrist band which contained a few ?tools.? Diane had long ago found this much less cumbersome than a so-called ?utility belt.? She then reached into the closet and removed her last accessory, a mask, similar in material to her costume.
The gorgeous, young heiress looked at the mask for a few moments, thinking, ?It?s been a while since I wore this. Wonder if I?m still up to it.?
Finally, pushing all hesitation aside, Diane brought the black mask to her face. It secured from the back of her head, covering the base of her skull, and the lower sides of her head except for the ears. In the front, the mask fit tight to her face, starting at her eyebrows, coming down to cover her classically high cheekbones, nose, and cheeks, while, of course, leaving her large, dark, penetrating eyes exposed. The mask also exposed her mouth and part of her jawline as well as her whole forehead. Her black hair, cut quite short and brushed back on her head, was also exposed. Over the years, Diane had learned that either long hair or a mask that covered her whole head could lead to perspiration running down into her eyes during the heat of action. It was a small detail but she had survived doing what she did because she was thorough and left little to chance.
She checked herself in the floor-length mirror, now transformed, not just physically but psychologically as well into a lovely but deadly shadow-like figure. Instinctively, her mind set was changed by the donning of the costume. All fears or doubts were cast off as Diane, made sure the outfit was secure. She knew she was ready to take to the night.
* * *

The Stalkeress had staked out the Williams home all day, even managing to secure surreptitious listening devices on the property. She had watched the 17-year-old Jennifer Williams slip out of the house from an upper floor window dressed in her Red Avenger costume and disappear into the night. Only a perfectly-trained hunter like the Stalkeress, knowing what to look for, would have discerned the heroine?s exit.
Once the Red Avenger was well-gone, the Stalkeress soon ascertained no one else was on the premises. She worked quickly to gain entrance into the large, suburban home. It was not easy, though. This was not your typical residential dwelling. There were locks, alarms and security mechanisms on the house that were better than those you?d find at the Pentagon.
?This girl is well-trained,? noted the Stalkeress, as she worked on the locks. Fortunately for the villainess, her long experience breaking into places, primarily the well-secured homes of the attractive actresses and socialites she enjoyed stalking, allowed her to gain entrance to Jenny?s home. Once inside, she could prepare for the heroine?s return.
* * *

?She?s in,? said the Punish-Her. Sitting down the block in an unobtrusive van, dressed in her leather bikini and mask, the villainess observed the Stalkeress? progress through a pair of infrared night goggles. Next to her in the van was the metal-clad form of the Iron Maiden. The pair had managed to home in on the signal given off by the Stalkeress? specially-made cellular phone. One which Number One had provided all members of the Savage Sisterhood. Unknown to most of them, however, was the fact the phone contained a sophisticated tracking device. Number One liked to keep tabs on all her associates, just in case.
After a few more moments of observation, the two large, bizarrely dressed women stealthily made their way down the street and followed their unwitting colleague into the quiet suburban home.
The Stalkeress, keenly aware of everything around her, heard the two women?s approach. Thinking it was the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl returned early, the startled villainess prepared to attack. But to her surprise she saw the familiar forms of the Punish-Her and the Iron Maiden step through the door.
?What are you doing here?? said the stunned Stalkeress in annoyance. This would ruin all her plans.
?We might ask you the same thing, my dear,? replied the Punish-Her calmly. ?But of course I know the answer. You wanted to help us out by finding the lair of these two superheroines. As soon as you did, you were naturally going to notify us of their location and then step aside, no??
Realizing she had been found out, the Stalkeress cursed to herself. These bitches must have followed her here somehow. Now she had to decide whether to play along with them or risk a confrontation. She knew that if she battled the other two women it would attract too much attention, cause to great a disturbance, and her chance at revenge upon the Red Avenger and Ninja Girl would be lost. Instead, she decided to play along - for the time being.
?Yes, that was exactly my intention, Punish-Her,? replied the Stalkeress. ?This is the home of the Red Avenger. Now that we are all here, we can...?
??We? will do nothing, Stalkeress. Your part in this mission is over. You may leave now. The two of us will handle things from here,? answered the leather-clad torturess.
Angered, the Stalkeress said, ?That is not fair. It was I who tracked the Red Avenger and her partner down. I should be allowed to be here for the kill.?
?No, Stalkeress. You are dismissed.?
?I?m still senior to you in the organization,? said the Stalkeress. ?I?ll appeal directly to Number One.?
?Number One is away on business for the weekend and will be out of touch. I have been left in charge,? replied the Punish-Her. ?Now run along.?
Furious, the Stalkeress said, ?You have not heard the last of this!?
Amused by her associates displeasure, the Iron Maiden spoke up. ?Have a nice evening, Stalkeress,? she taunted as the other villainess stormed out of the house.
When the Stalkeress had departed, the Punish-Her said, ?We must finish preparations before our two young superheroines return. Then we can give them a proper greeting.?
* * *

Ninja Girl hurdled the counter of the convenience store, sidekicking the knife-wielding lady thug in the same motion. The woman dropped like a stone, as her three criminal partners moved forward to take her place. Each of them had a knife as well.
As they encircled the slim, young heroine, the tallest of the three said, ?We?re gonna cut you up good, Ninja Bitch!? But the woman was startled when she felt a tap on the back of her shoulder. She spun around, only to come face to face with the Red Avenger.
?I don?t think I care for how you speak to my friend,? said the redheaded heroine, who fired a right hand to the taller woman?s jaw, laying the female thug out cold.
Of the two remaining women, one lunged at Ninja Girl, only to miss her elusive target, who ducked to the side, lashing out with her bare foot at the criminal, striking her in the spine and dropping her to the floor. The final crook came at the Red Avenger, who casually stood her ground, catching the charging woman?s knife hand, twisting it, and throwing the criminal in a circular motion that sent her crashing down, unconscious.
Dusting her hands, the Red Avenger looked at her partner and said, ?I think that?s good work for this evening, four robbers down.?
?Right,? said Ninja Girl. ?We?ll call the police and then head home for some fun.?
* * *

The two heroines entered the Red Avenger?s house by the rear entrance, which was totally obscured from the neighbor?s view. They stepped into the kitchen of Jenny?s large, comfortable home, which the high school senior had occupied alone since her mother left for her modeling job in Paris.
They plopped down on the couch in the living room, removing their masks, though both heroines remained in their costumes for the moment. After chatting for a few minutes about typical girl stuff, Jenny said, ?I want to clean up and take a bath. You can use the guest room. You left your overnight clothes in there, right, Cindy??
?Yes,? answered Ninja Girl. ?Go ahead. I?ll go change awhile.? Jenny headed to the upstairs bathroom while her friend headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.
Cindy stepped into the guest room, removing her black spandex halter top and spandex shorts, tossing them down on a chair, leaving her wearing only her white cotton panties. Standing before a mirror in the corner of the room, the young heroine shook out her mop of short, chestnut brown hair, quickly running a brush through it. From upstairs, she could hear the rumble of running water from the bathtub.
Cindy walked over to the large closet where she had left her overnight clothes and opened it. To her shock, a fist smashed her in the face!
Having concealed herself in the closet, the Punish-Her now leapt out at the stunned heroine, throwing a series of powerful strikes at the much smaller woman?s head. But Ninja Girl?s remarkable reflexes managed to save her. On instinct, she had been able to roll with the force of the initial blow. Now she covered up and ducked away from her assailant?s follow-up attack.
The petite heroine fired off a sidekick, knocking the Punish-Her back several steps. But before Ninja Girl could collect herself and plan her next move, she sensed a presence behind her. Without conscious thought, the skillful teenage crimefighter spun around, lashing out with a right hand at the head of this new threat.
CLANG!
Ninja Girl gasped in shock and pain as her small hand slammed into the unyielding metal mask of the Iron Maiden. The panty-clad heroine fell back from her foe, shaking her injured hand even as the Punish-Her again moved to the attack, whipping her leather flogger across the crimefighter?s bare back.
?Ahhh!? Ninja Girl screamed. But she forced herself to ignore the pain, reaching out to grasp the Punish-Her?s weapon and yank the menacing torturess off balance. But before she could follow up, the superheroine was forced to let go of the flogger, ducking to the side as the Iron Maiden lashed out with her huge, mailed fist.
The metal-clad villainess again swung a powerful blow at the young heroine?s head, exploding a small table as Ninja Girl once more ducked out of the way. But the heroine had no chance to counter as the Punish-Her was once more flailing away with her flogger.
Ninja Girl was forced to twist and turn, seeking to avoid the wicked sting of the leather weapon. Finally, the young heroine was backed into a corner of the small room, eyeing the Punish-Her warily as she advanced upon her. In other circumstances she might have jumped out of the corner, springing over the oncoming Punish-Her. But the ceiling in the tiny room was too low for such acrobatics. Thus, Ninja Girl was forced to scoot out to the side as the Punish-Her charged forward. Though she managed to avoid the Punish-Her, the tight confines of the room were her undoing, for there was no room to avoid the Iron Maiden, who stepped forward at the last moment.
Ninja Girl crashed into the hard wall of metal that was the Iron Maiden, bouncing off the towering tin monstrosity, stumbling back into the corner, her head spinning from the impact. Before she could clear the cobwebs, the Iron Maiden was pushing forward, crushing the smallish heroine?s semi-nude body against the wall with her heavy, armored form.
?Ungh! Get... away...? groaned the heroine, helplessly, as she felt the breath being squeezed from her seemingly powerless form. She squirmed desperately, seeking some way to dislodge her savage adversary.
Suddenly, the defenseless crimefighteress felt her bare arms and legs explode in searing pain as the Punish-Her once more lashed her with the harsh taste of her leather flogger.
?Aaiiee! Ahh! Noo! Ungh!? screamed the heroine under the dual assault of the two supervillainess. Finally, grabbing the battered teen by the throat, the Iron Maiden lifted the comparatively tiny girl?s body off the floor, slamming her down upon the small bed that sat in the other corner of the room.
Immediately, both larger women seized the young heroine?s body, controlling it, pinning the struggling young girl down. A blindfold quickly came down over the heroine?s eyes, cutting off her sight. She felt a cold metalic hand working its way up the soft flesh of her inner thigh and another hand rub roughly across her pert breasts.
Ninja Girl struggled wildly, screaming out, ?What are you doing?! Stoppp...Glugh!? The superheroine was instantly quieted as a gag was shoved into her pretty mouth, half-choking her into silence. The superheroine squeeled and struggled to sit up. But the great weight of the Iron Maiden was upon her, helplessly pinning her to the bed.
Ninja Girl suddenly let out a high-pitched ?EEEE!? through her gag as she felt the armor-clad villainess? cool metal hand shove its way beneath her little cotton panties, pushing the thin material of the crotch aside as the Iron Maiden ruthlessly began to force her cold metal fingers betwen the lips of the desperately squirming heroine?s labia.
The unseen hand began to pump away inside Ninja Girl?s tight, sensitive little vagina, roughly abrading it, filling the helpless heroine with both anger and dread. Suddenly, she felt the Iron Maiden?s other hand insert itself beneath her, probing up, into her anus, the cold touch sending shivers of fear through the normally brave heroine?s trembling form. Then, brutally, it felt as though the villainess? entire mailed fist was attempting to force its way into her tiny, puckered rear passage.
Ninja Girl felt two more hands - those of the Punish-Her - come down on to her chest, squeezing the pale flesh of her sensitive little breasts. The heroine moaned as she felt her bosoms crushed in the powerful grip. The teenage crimefighter began to panic, desperately thrashing on the bed, wriggling to get free but to no avail.
To stem the young heroine?s protests, the Punish-Her let go of the girl?s breasts, only to lash out with her flogger, striking the helpless teen across the pale flesh of her flat little tummy, leaving angry red welts. Ninja Girl writhed in pain from the blows, continuing to squeel uselessly into her gag. But worse than the pain from the flogging was the agony and degradation of feeling those two cold metal hands forced up, into her delicate vagina and anus. Beneath her blindfold, Ninja Girl?s eyes filled with tears as she felt the frightening sensations threatening to tear apart the soft folds of her inner flesh. Again and again, the Iron Maiden pumped her hands into the crimefighter?s trembling form, pounding the innocent young girl?s inner flesh raw.
Then, to the captive superheroine?s utter shock and disgust, she felt/smelled/tasted the genitals of her tormentor, the Punish-Her, who had pulled down her leather bikini bottom and now sat down heavily upon Ninja Girl?s face. The helpless heroine flailed uselessly, her slim legs shaking and kicking in panic beneath the crushing weight of the Iron Maiden, her arms pinned overhead by the Punish-Her, her face now completely smothered.
The Punish-Her ground her genitals down into Ninja Girl?s fresh, innocent face, cutting off all the heroine?s air until, with a final sob of defeat, the overwhelmed teenager fell unconcious.
The two villainess quickly bound the devastated superheroine, leaving her lying upon the bed in the guestroom. They then made their way upstairs.
* * *

Meanwhile, in the upstairs bathroom, Jenny stepped out of her red bikini bottom and removed her top, oblivious to everything except the loud rumble of the running water filling the large bathtub. The slim redhead stepped into the half-filled tub, allowing the warm water to continue to run, filling the tub as she laid back in it, working out the kinks from a hard evening of crimefighting.
CRASH!
The door to the bathroom burst open and in rushed the Punish-Her and the Iron Maiden.
?Well, look what we have here,? said the Punish-Her, ?a nice, slippery wet superheroine. Hahaha!?
Though shocked, the Red Avenger allowed her marvelous instincts to react. She stood upright in the bathtub to confront her foes, ignoring the water dripping off the pale skin of her nude body. But the Iron Maiden was already lunging forward before Jenny had a chance to step out of the tub and meet her enemies on an equal footing. The powerful, metal-clad criminal hurled her heavily armored forearm at the heroine. Though she barely managed to block the blow, Jenny?s footing in the tub was so slippery, she was helpless to counter. She felt her feet sliding out from under her as her pretty little tailbone hit hard on the bottom of the tub and her head cracked against the rim, stunning her.
Before the Red Avenger could try to rise again, the two women were on her. From behind, the Iron Maiden grabbed her slim arms, pinning them uselessly to the edges of the tub. The water was still running, filling the tub nearly to the brim so that it came right up to the trapped heroine?s chin.
The Punish-Her approached the anxious heroine, a look of evil in her eyes as she knelt over her prone form. But the Red Avenger surprised the torturess, kicking out with her left leg, sending her heel into the villainess? face. Angered, the Iron Maiden released her grip upon the heroine?s arms, only to grab ahold of her head, forcing the captive crimefighter?s face beneath the water, keeping her completely submerged.
Struggling madly, eyes bulging out of their sockets, hands clawing futiley at the metallic grip upon her head, Jenny?s legs flailed about, kicking frantically in and out of the water. After nearly a minute, the Iron Maiden allowed the heroine?s head to pop up above the water. As she broached the surface, her eyes wide in panic, the Red Avenger gasped wildly for air. For her part, the Iron Maiden was again pinning the helpless heroine?s arms to the sides of the tub.
The Punish-Her had recovered from the kick she?d recieved and managed to slide herself into the tub, between Jenny?s weakly fluttering legs. Jenny tried to pull her knees back, hoping to wedge a foot between herself and the Punish-Her in order to push the criminal away. But this only served to make the heroine?s butt slide further down in the tub, as she again slipped beneath the surface of the water where a cackling Iron Maiden held her down once more. When they finally let the floundering superheroine up for air, she was weakened and showing less resistance, though she still tried to keep the Punish-Her off her by using her feet. But it was hopeless.
The villainess displayed the handle of her flogger which greatly resembled a huge, thick, phallic device. She proceeded to soap up the flogger?s butt end in front of the Red Avenger?s horrified gaze.
?Wh...What... Gasp! d...do... you... want... Gasp! h...here...? said the stunned heroine. ?Wh...What are y...you... Gasp! doing with that... thing?! S...Stay... away... Nooo...?
The defiant heroine struggled uselessly as the Punish-Her forced herself between the girl?s lithe legs. Fear began to fill Jenny?s lovely green eyes as she helplessly watched the Punish-Her lower her vicious looking weapon beneath the surface of the water.
?AAAIIIEEE!? the captive superheroine?s shriek of horror was defeaning in the small, tiled confines of the bathroom. She bucked and writhed madly as the thick handle of the flogger was jammed into her furry red pubic mound, gradually forcing it?s way into her tight little vagina.
Jenny writhed in the tub, screaming and gurgling, swallowing soapy water as the Punish-Her agonizingly twisted the phallus, slowly forcing more and more of the horrible implement up into the helpless teenager?s nether regions. When she had finally pushed the makeshift dildo as far as it would go into the poor, traumatized girl, the Punish-Her pulled it out, only to ram it back in, pumping the weapon in and out, forcing the pained superheroine?s slim hips to undulate back and forth, sending waves lapping over the edge of the tub.The small waves crashed over Jenny?s head, making her wretch as she swallowed more water, her whole world spinning as she had never been more demeaned, sexually assaulted in her own bathtub, her groin being seemingly torn asunder by a harsh leather prod.
Finally, the torment ended. The Punish-Her removed the handle of the flogger, turning off the running water in the tub and standing erect. The Iron Maiden relaxed her grip on the weary heroine, screwing a large metal dildo into the front of her armored pelvis and announcing, ?All right. Now it?s my turn!?
As the pressure on her body relaxed, The Red Avenger made one last effort to resist. She managed to stand half-erect, shoving the Punish-Her out of the tub. She knew if she could get out of the bathroom where she had more room to maneuver, maybe find Cindy, the two of them could defeat these two monsters.
Fighting back the tears of pain and humiliation, the nude heroine tried to exit the bathtub but was shoved back by the Iron Maiden. The two women toppled over into the tub, splashing more water around the bathroom. The larger, metal-clad woman ended up atop the leaner, fair-skinned heroine, whose back slammed into the edge of the tub, jolting her with pain. The two women locked in violent embrace, rolling around in the tub, Jenny gasping for air, fighting to keep her head above water. Then the Punish-Her was back upon her, restraining her strong, supple legs, clawing at her raw, wounded crotch making the young heroine cry in pain. Wet hands slipped all over the heroine?s nubile, young body, grabbing, clawing, twisting, pinching, making the poor girl weep in agony.
Suddenly, Jenny felt herself being turned over. Helplessly, the superheroine was rolled on to her belly in the bathtub. She tried to push herself up but felt the Iron Maiden?s great weight forcing her down. She was now laying face down in the tub and though most of the water had splashed out on to the bathroom floor, she still had to struggle to keep her face out of the soapy remains, lest she drown. Jenny felt the Iron Maiden?s great weight laying on her as she was mounted from behind. The cold metal dildo forcing its way between her ass cheeks was seemingly the worst sensation she had ever experienced. She was completely pinned, totally helpless as the huge, armored monster took her from behind, pounding into her over and over.
Weeping hysterically, the superheroine struggled vainly just to raise her head above the puddle of water her face was shoved into. But she could barely turn her face to the side enough to get a slight breath of air as the Iron Maiden leaned forward and whispered into her ear, ?How?s that feel, sweetheart? I?m going to rip your dainty little asshole to bloody pieces!? making the heroine cringe, her fair cheeks burning red with shame. She cried and yelped with pain as the villainess pumped the horrific metal dildo into her tiny, delicate rear passage.
Just when the Red Avenger thought she could take no more, the Iron Maiden pulled the agonizing tool from her buttocks, grabbing the heroine by her soaked mane of red hair, lifting her from the tub, and slamming the powerless superheroine on to the hard, tiled floor of the bathroom like a sack of dirty laundry.
The Red Avenger lay face down on the cold, hard cement for a moment, when she realized she was only a few feet from the open doorway. Agonizingly, the courageous superheroine began to crawl across the cold, wet floor like a whipped puppy.
?If I can just get out of here...? thought the battered crimefighter, who began to rise to her feet to make a desperate lunge for freedom when a hard kick from the Iron Maiden?s metal booted foot into the heroine?s firm little ass sent her sprawling back to the floor, the point of her chin impacting against the hard tiles.
Still, the defiant heroine continued to try and crawl away from her foes, only to feel the Punish-Her?s strong hands grab her slim ankles, dragging her back across the rough tile floor, slipping and sloshing through the dirty puddle of bath water. The defeated heroine then felt the Punish-Her kneel down across the back of her legs, pinning her helplessly to the hard floor. The torturess began to flail away at the redhead?s bare back with her leather flogger, whipping the poor battered teen, who could do nothing but writhe and cry out in impotent agony, her lovely features pressed into the unyielding tiles. She wriggled and squirmed like a fish out of water as the vicious assault continued, trying her best to resist until finally a last horrified scream of pure torture escaped her lips.
?Ahhhhh!!! Pleasssse!!! Stop! No morrrre!!!? cried the beaten crimefighteress, tears now freely rolling down her pretty face.
After what seemed an eternity, the Punish-Her rose from her victim, leaving the poor, battered superheroine sobbing in agony and degradation on the cold, wet bathroom floor. Eventually, the devastated heroine raised her shame-filled face, only to see her two evil foes standing over her, tauntingly.
?Look at you, you weak, pathetic little bitch. Laying there like a whipped cur,? snarled the Punish-Her. ?Get on your feet!?
Still weeping, the brave superheroine tried to stagger up to her feet in order to lash out at the source of her humiliation. Although stalwart, the heroine could hardly stand up, however. She nearly toppled over as she took a weak step toward the Iron Maiden, who caught the falling superheroine and held her fast.
The villainess scooped up the weakly struggling young heroine?s legs and said, ?Aww, poor baby. Does the poor baby need a bath??
It was then the Red Avenger noticed that the Punish-Her had turned on the bath tub faucet again, this time running only the hot water at full strength. The tub was again filled to the brim, this time with scalding water. Realizing this, the Red Avenger frantically tried with all her remaining strength to kick free of her captor. But the criminal easily controlled her, carrying Jenny over to the tub, holding her struggling form suspended above it. She slowly lowered the weakly writhing girl until just the edge of her buttocks was dipped into the boiling water.
?AAAIIIEEE!!!? the Red Avenger cried out, bucking in agony, trying desperately to escape. The Iron Maiden raised her cringing form back up several inches so she no longer touched the water. Jenny gasped in relief and whimpered, ?Please, no... no more... Ungh! Can?t take... anymore... Please don?t b...burn me... again... Sob!?
Ignoring her piteous cries for mercy, the Iron Maiden dunked the Red Avenger?s whole body in the scalding water, firmly holding her under so her entire form was submerged in agony. The Red Avenger writhed and squirmed crazily, her mind on the edge of madness from pain. Finally, the hauled the pathetically screaming, coughing, sobbing superheroine from the tub and let her again collapse to the floor of the bathroom.
Giving her no respite, the villains grabbed the shattered superheroine by her arm, dragging her naked, sopping form from the bathroom and downstairs to join her partner.
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Ninja Girl, now bound, was just coming back to consciousness when the two villainess burst into the room dragging the naked, whimpering form of the Red Avenger. The redheaded heroine was dismayed and terrified to see her crimefighting partner nude, her hands and feet tied spread eagled to the bed posts.
?Wh...What are you going to d...do to us?? the cringing 17-year-old managed to choke out.
?First we would like some entertainment after a hard evening?s work,? said the Punish-Her. ?You and your little friend can provide that entertainment for us by pleasuring each other.?
The horrified Red Avenger was shoved over to the bed. Staggering weakly, she fell upon her helplessly bound partner.
?No!? cried out the defenseless Ninja Girl. ?Not that! Please!?
Ignoring the heroine?s protests, they turned the Red Avenger so she was sitting on her friend?s face, her own face forced downward until it was buried in Ninja Girl?s cunt. The brown-haired heroine?s limbs were released, only to be quickly retied as were the Red Avenger?s.
When the two villainess were done, the heroine?s were tied tightly in a 69 position. The Red Avenger?s face was buried deeply in Ninja Girl?s crotch, her head squeezed tightly between Ninja Girl?s slim but strong thighs, which were securely tied together at the ankles, knees and upper thighs. Ninja Girl was positioned exactly the same way, with her own pretty face buried in Jenny?s furry red pubic mound as the Red Avenger?s bound legs squeezed her head securely. Both girl?s had their hands wrapped tightly around the back of other heroine?s head, secured so that they could not move their arms in any direction except inward, which served only to push the other girl?s face further into their own crotch.
The Punish-Her was a master at such bizarre and perverse bondage. When she was done, the heroines had no chance of escape in their weakened state.
?Now,? commanded the Punish-Her, ?start licking!?
?Oh, God no! Not this!? thought Ninja Girl, writhing madly to get free, as was the Red Avenger. Angered by their lack of activity, the Punish-Her began flogging the teenage crimefighters, whipping their backs, asses and thighs savagely. The two superheroines tried to resist the degrading command as long as they could. But finally, Ninja Girl could take no more. The cute brunette tentatively lapped at her friends furry red crotch.
?Harder sluts!? shouted the Punish-Her, again flailing away at the terrified and demeaned heroines.
The Red Avenger gradually began to suck at her partner?s vagina as she felt the other girl do the same to her. The tears welled up in her eyes, knowing this was the worst thing in the world that could possibly be done to her, to contribute to her friends demeaning and torture like this. But both superheroines were too battered and broken to resist any longer. For Jenny, more than just the physical beating was the shock of being captured by supervillains in her own home. Her secret identity exposed. She was shattered and terrified at the prospects. Ninja Girl too, realized her secret identity was gone and the thought frightened her just as much. Combined with the physical beating, the two heroines were now completely helpless to resist their captors.
As the leather straps crashed down on the pale flesh of her firm little ass, the Red Avenger forced herself to poke her tongue inside Ninja Girl?s tender little vagina, pushing the tip of her pink tongue between the soft folds of the other girl?s outer labia lips. Ninja Girl felt this penetration and mentally recoiled in horror. She had never had any sort of lesbian inclinations and even if she had, she could think of nothing worse than to be forced into violating and being violated by her best friend and crimefighting partner as a pair of wicked supervillainess looked on.
?Uhmmm!!? Ninja Girl whined loudly as her soft little ass exploded in pain, the harsh leather straps crashing down upon them. Helplessly, the whimpering, shattered superheroine forced her own tongue deeply into the Red Avenger?s vagina, parting the outer lips, working its way deeper and deeper into the girl?s warm, tight cavern.
Again the flogger crashed down upon Ninja Girl?s backside, forcing the heroine to buck forward, shoving her own crotch out even as her bound hands reflexively contracted inward against the back of the Red Avenger?s head, forcing Jenny?s tongue further up into her own vagina.
Both superheroine?s were sobbing and bucking wildly in terror and humiliation, their faces pressed into each other?s groins in a perverse sexual display. The Red Avenger was continually whipped as she furiously lapped away at Ninja Girl?s vagina, working her tongue around in a desperate attempt not so much to please her partner but to please her captors savage desire for degradation.
As Ninja Girl felt her friend?s tongue unknowingly brush against her clitoris, she felt her vagina unwillingly begin to spasm in instinctual reaction. This led to even further feelings of repulsion and shame. The smallish heroine wished she could run away and cry, crawl into a hole and cover her humiliation. But all she could do was helplessly continue to lick away at the Red Avenger, adding to her own and her partner?s degradation.
The Red Avenger felt Ninja Girl?s tongue brush against her own clitoris as she too began to unwillingly spasm and buck her hips adding to her complete horror. The two heroines continued to buck, writhe and lick at each other, sobbing inconsolably until they were in a complete state of exhaustion.
Finally, the Punish-Her gave the order, ?Enough!?
As the flogging stopped, both girl?s slumped weakly in their bonds, finally allowed some respite from the humiliation and torture.
The leather-clad villainess quickly produced a vial of knockout gas, sending the two overwhelmed superheroines into deep unconsciousness. She turned to the Iron Maiden and said, ?That went very well.?
?Yes,? replied the other villainess. ?They were caught completely by surprise here in their own home. It left them totally off guard. The shock value, combined with our size advantage in these small rooms never left them a chance.?
?Pick up their costumes then help me carry these two out to the van. We?ll bring them back to my private torture chamber at our headquarters. Then the real fun will start! Hahahaha!?
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Diane?s dark-clad form crouched in the shadows of an overhanging ledge adjacent to the piers at the Sinner City Harbor. It had seemed to her a logical place to start. After all, it was here that the Guardianess had been attacked just two weeks ago. That heroine still lingered in the hospital in what appeared to be an irreversible coma.
Diane checked with some of the contacts she had made in city?s police department - it came in handy being wealthy and influential - and found that the attack on the Guardianess had been carried out by a mysterious group known as the Savage Sisterhood of Sapho. But the police knew little else.
It also seemed the Sinner City PD was in no hurry to investigate further. At the very least, Diane would have expected increased patrols in the Harbor area. Instead, there were no police anywhere in sight. Odd, Diane thought. Even odder was the group of robed women who were unloading crates from a ship and transporting them into a waiting truck at the foot of the pier. The women?s garb matched the descriptions she?d gotten of Savage Sisterhood operatives
The masked girl watched intently for several more minutes, carefully noting everything that went on. Many of the boxes being transported off the ship were marked ?Hazardous? or ?Dangerous Materials.? It was enough to tell her the Savage Sisterhood of Sapho was up to no good.
There were nine women in total, all larger than the costumed heiress. Diane had taken on even larger numbers on one or two occasions in the past - once even taking out a gang of 10 all male opponents. But that had been a few years back. She wondered, briefly, if she had lost any of her old skills.
?Only one way to find out,? she thought to herself as she removed a couple of pellets from the small band on her left wrist. Rising from her crouch on the ledge, nearly 20 feet above the Savage Sisterhood operatives, she threw the pellets into the midst of the robed criminals.
The pellets hit the ground and burst into a smoky mist, suddenly enshrouding the eight women in an impenetrable fog.
?Hey!? shouted one woman.
?What the...?? screamed another.
While confusion reigned below her, Diane knew it was time to act. Her slender, spandex-clad form leapt off the ledge, somersaulting through the air as she dropped to the ground below.
?Where did this smoke come from?? yelled one of the Savage Sisterhood operatives. ?Someone get... Ungh!? Her shouts were cut off as an unseen hand chopped her across the back of the neck.
?I thought I saw someone,? said another of the gang. ?It looked like... Ack!? That woman, too, fell to the ground, her legs suddenly kicked out from under her by some unseen force.
The criminals sensed they were not alone in the fog. They began to move together for protection.
One of their number said, ?Hey, there?s some... Urg!? and was suddenly silenced, dropping to the ground unconscious.
Gradually, the smoke cleared. The six remaining women stood together, wondering what the hell had just happened when in front of the them, out of the fog, emerged a slim, darkened, wraith-like figure.
?Who the hell is that?? asked one of the criminals.
?I don?t know but she?s trouble,? replied another. ?Get her!?
The six women charged forward enmasse, only to capture thin air as the lithe, shadowy figure somersaulted over them, leaving them in disarray.
The quickest of the six thugs spun around, only to be greeted by a sidekick to the face which dropped her to the ground. A second thug charged at the black-clad figure but was instantly struck with a spinning heel kick to the jaw and rendered unconscious. Their numbers now reduced to just four, the last Sisterhood operatives attempted to fan out and surround the single female figure that was decimating them.
Two of the women charged forward but Diane was too agile. She dropped down and executed a forward tumble, rolling across the ground right between the oncoming attackers. She quickly regained her feet and laid into the two criminals, catching one with a side kick to the stomach and the other with a left hand to the face. Both women dropped to the ground like stones.
Their were now just two villainess left. One of them stepped forward, assuming the fighting stance of a skillful combatant. ?Come on, you bitch!? sneered the criminal, ?I?m a professional kickboxer. See what you can do to me!?
Diane fired off a low kick to the woman?s hip. The criminal dropped her right arm, easily blocking the kick, gloating, ?Hah! You can?t... Ungh!? Before the criminal could raise her arm again, Diane had lifted her foot higher, smacking the thug flush in the face with her instep. The woman fell to the ground.
The masked heiress quickly spun to finish the last member of the gang. But that woman merely held up her hands and said, ?I surrender!?
Diane looked around at the eight bodies laid out on the pier. She didn?t know if the Sinner City police could make any charges stick against them, but this was a start. There was only one thing left to do to make sure her presence would be felt in Sinner City leaving criminals wary and uncertain. She looked at the last remaining thug and said, ?Your friends are going to jail. You can leave. But remember to tell your masters what happened here tonight. Tell them to leave Sinner City or else.?
Diane turned from the woman in casual dismissal, removing some zip strips from her wrist band, preparing to cuff the unconscious crooks.
The last remaining member of the Savage Sisterhood looked at Diane with bewildered awe. She began to back away from the unknown vigilante, thankful to escape. But before she fled, she called out in fear, ?Wh...Who the hell are you??
Diane turned to face the criminal, her eyes dark and concealed behind her black mask, and said, ?Tell all your friends to beware. Tell them... Twilight Woman has come to town!?
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NEXT TIME:

TWILIGHT WOMAN MAKES HER PRESENCE FELT!

THE ORIGINS OF THE PUNISH-HER!

AND THE SECRETS OF NUMBER ONE REVEALED AT LAST!

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CHAPTER 11: PUNISH-HER?S WHORE JOURNAL, ENTRY 69!