Crimson Flare: Apes Grab for Power
by marat
Chapter Five
Crimson Flare fought her way through the pain and despair trying to become
more aware of her condition. She lay naked and defeated on the bed, only
the tatters of her colourless tights still clinging to her lower body, her
booted legs hanging down over the edge toward the floor. Her attacker stood
between her unmoving legs. He was pressed hard against her, his member pushed
deep into the humbled heroine. She felt throbbing in her sex as a result
of the engorged prick that had penetrated her. She felt the pain, but the
heroine was not conscious of the man who was responsible. The exhausted girl
felt another, a different, pain running up her spine like a lightning bolt
from the dildo Nancy had pressed into her ass. Overwhelmed by the grimness
of her situation, her head rolled from side to side as she tried to clear
her mind. Her dry raspy voice was barely audible, and all she could squeak
out was a repeated No, a No that signaled both her
failing attempt to prevent her rape and a denial of the event. Her petite
form glistened with sweat in the poorly lit room and her hips squirmed and
writhed against the mixture of pain and desire that was all she could feel.
Her arms stretched out from her shoulders across the dark bedspread in a
grim crucifix, and her satin gloves brushed against the coverlet, giving
a faint aural element to the violence that played out before the audience
that watched her degradation.
Her assailant looked down on his victim. Do you remember what JoJo
did? he asked again, this time the viciousness evident in his voice,
as he sawed his member into his victim. I remember what JoJo did to
you. He shifted his weight as he spread his feet further apart, but
he stumbled over the trousers that were lying around his ankles. He
fucked you, bitch, he shouted, enraged by his embarrassment,
striking her across the face. I was there, I know he fucked you.
The vision of the desirable form of Mitropoulos Champion spread-eagle
and helpless before him, penetrated by him, sent him into an orgy of spasms
as he struggled to sustain the moment. Then he pulled himself up to his full
height as he reached the sexual fulfillment he had sought. He arched his
back and stood up on his toes as he shuddered in a mixture of bliss and
exhilaration. And with each paroxysm, he gave voice to his triumph. Again
and again he shouted out his victory, heaping scorn on his victim:
Cunt! Slut! Bitch!
Still dazed, Crimson Flare suffered under his violence, struggling to find
some means to escape this unending humiliation. As she gazed across the room,
the captive heroine watched Lynn struggle to free herself from Apes
grip. The athletic blonde girl kicked and twisted in his arms, her muffled
screams buried in the crook of the huge criminals elbow. Lynns
eyes alternated between squeezed tightly shut and hugely open. Tears poured
down the sides of her face, a result of both her frustration at her inability
to free herself and of her despair at her friends treatment. Ape stared,
goggle-eyed, at the conquest of Crimson Flare. His strength was such that,
even with the strenuous effort that Lynn, athletic as she was, put into her
thrashing, he was able to maintain control over her merely by pressing his
arms almost effortlessly closer to his body. This was sufficient demonstration
of the heroines dilemma: if she should attempt to resist or to free
Lynn, Lynns life could be forfeit. Apes mouth hung partly open
and Americas Darling could see his tongue working around behind his
teeth, like he was himself vicariously enjoying the captive heroine.
Still sitting on the bed, Nancy gloried in her triumph. The defeat of Crimson
Flare was only the first step in her plan for riding with Ape Greystook to
the pinnacle of power in Mitropoulos. She glanced at Ape, who was staring
at the heroine with that same glazed expression that she had seen on so many
faces. Why was this girl so appealing to so many men? she wondered.
What was her power over them? Her gaze traveled back to the writhing
form of the heroine as she struggled against her attacker and against the
pain. The Champions small form looked totally helpless. Nancy remembered
how Chan had abandoned her and how she felt when he approached Crimson Flare
after the struggle against the Normans on the subway platform. She remembered
when he reached out his hand to her, and gently placed his arm around her,
just as he had done so many times with the redhead. Now Chan was dead and
she was again in position to take power in Mitropoulos. All she had to do
was control Ape. Whos next? she asked.
Hagood and another large fellow stepped forward.
No two-fers, she cautioned. Five hundred
each.
Without a complaint, each handed over a wad of bills to Nancy, who took the
money, rubbing her fingertips against the print, savouring the sensation
of victory. She stared at Crimson Flare. How could this small, powerless
figure have evoked such fear only a few weeks ago? Nancy smiled inwardly.
Crimson Flare would surely die tonight. She would have her revenge. And with the end of Crimson
Flare, there was nothing to stop Apeand her!
Hagood stepped to the bed and ogled the sinuously writhing form of the masked
Champion. He felt himself getting hard already. Quickly, he grabbed her dark
brown hair and lifted first her head and then her body from the green coverlet.
Crimson Flare moaned as her body hung loosely from Hagoods fistful
of hair. Her arms thrashed weakly, seeking the attacker. The probe shoved
up her ass sent sheets of pain up her spine and the Champion of Mitropoulos
visibly stiffened in his grip. Her moan was reduced to a throaty growl.
Watching the heroine dangle by her hair gave rise to a laugh from the gathered
criminals. Whether it was a laugh of relief at the defeat of a hated adversary
or a laugh of mockery at the indignity of an enemy was not clear. But the
uproar that eventually arose sounded like a bar during a hockey game. Already,
the gang noticed evidence of the first rapists orgasm slowly rolling
down the inside of her tanned, round thigh. Dried white blotches around her
mouth reminded the viewers of Apes degradation of Americas Darling.
And the black stump protruding from her ass was all that was needed to harken
back to Nancys toying with their victim. Crimson Flare had ceased to
be a heroine; she had become their whore.
Lynn fought with all her strength to break free of Apes grip, but it
was no use. She had struck at his arms, kicked him in the shins, wriggled
and jerked her body every which way, and had failed to even loosen his hold.
As she watched the unresisting Champion dangle in Hagoods grip, Lynn
again tried to scream out, but her cries were stifled by Apes huge
arm. She wanted to urge Crimson Flare to resist her tormentors, to stand
up and fight thesethese men, to do the things that Lynn remembered
seeing and hearing about, the things that had led her to resist the naysayers
she had encountered in her own career, the things that had encouraged her
to fight back, to go her own way, and trust herself. Why wasnt Crimson
Flare fighting?
Hagood easily tossed the broken Champion to the floor, near the feet of Ape,
who was watching developments closely, and Lynn, who continued her struggles.
Crimson Flare lay on her stomach, the black rubbery dildo protruding obscenely
from her. Rolling slowly to her side, she drew her knees up slightly, in
an effort to ease the pain from that penetration. But before she could complete
this effort, Hagood was on her again, seizing the Dorothy Hamill-hairstyle
at the back of her head and pulling the Champion up again. She was in too
much pain to scream; she gave out with a weak, shocked grunt.
He dragged her to her knees and, as her arms swung uselessly at her sides,
he deposited Mitropoulos Champion on all fours. Then he began to unzip
his trousers. His friend took up a position behind her at the same time that
the immense Hagood stepped in front of the heroine. She wont
have a hole left, he said. As the trousers crumpled to the floor, the
group gathered around the violated Champion sniggered once again.
Crimsons face was toward the floor as she tried to push the pain out
of her mind. Her insides raged with an unending, searing pain that began
at her hips and raced, screaming, up her spine. She could barely breathe.
Once again, that hand, that hand that was becoming so recognizable, grabbed
a fistful of her hair. Unresisting, her masked face turned upward. Inches
in front of her bloodshot green eyes, was the largest prick she had ever
seen. It must be fourteen inches! Against the white noise of the pain, she
vaguely heard still more laughter.
Now a slap crashed across the side of her face. Knowing what she had to do,
she obediently opened her mouth to receive the massive organ.
Lynn screeched in fury, struggling anew against the bulk of her captor. She
could no longer bear this treatment of the heroine. She must get free; she
must somehow help her friend, her idol. The men who were attacking Crimson
Flare now were generously endowed, the rapist behind her wielding an
upward-curving tool that seemed wide enough to prop up a window. And the
one in front of her! She had never seen anything like it! She paused
involuntarily to gape at the weapons about to penetrate the Champion, then
kicked and pounded in a furious flurry, all to no avail.
Ape leaned forward, staring. His own attack on Crimson Flare, it seems, had
only been a prelude. What was happening now could only be described as a
fully blown destruction. Hagood and his partner would, he was sure, devastate
the naked warrior, end her reign of terror over Mitropoulos gangs,
and make him the King of the Underworld. He decided that he would
be the one to finish Crimson Flare. For the moment, however, he would just
enjoy the spectacle. He smiled, sat back, and felt Lynns chest.
Nancy watched in ecstasy at what she now expected to be the end of Crimson
Flare. The grin that spread across her face revealed her yellowed, uneven
teeth as much as it revealed her joy. These two men would, she was sure,
bring down that oh-so-perfect bitch! And they had paid her for the
opportunity to do it! Ms. Heroine would pay dearly for taking Chan! It was
almost a sexual thrill for the moll and she took the money and rubbed her
now-receptive crotch with it. It felt like power!
Unable to resist, Crimson Flare opened her mouth and Hagood pressed his enormous
organ as fully into that orifice as he could. Choking, the heroine gurgled
a complaint, but resting on all fours, she sounded like a pitiable beast
of burden. And even before that protest had finished, a new intrusion, this
time from behind, cut her off in mid-breath. The gurgle was replaced by a
weary, defeated sigh.
Hagood and his fellow both grabbed the weary warrior. Hagood found purchase
with his favourite target, her short Hamill-style hair. He firmly gripped
her head on either side, his left hand also enveloping her partially-buried
ear. The large man who pushed his prick into her soaked and ready sex held
on to the front of her hips, pulling the Champion to him firmly, her bent
waist securing his hands to her.
Hagood almost came as soon as those warm lips wrapped themselves around his
manhood! He had never felt any thing so soft, so exciting! When he grabbed
her head and began maneuvering the helpless heroine, the stimulation increased
and he knew he was already dribbling his translucent pre-cum. Crimson Flare
involuntarily opened her mouth as she choked on the fluid slithing down the
back of her throat. But Hagood forcefully pulled her against his hips to
prevent her from expelling him. His fists, full of her dark brown tresses,
tightened, sending the knuckles to white. Fighting the urge to cum too soon,
he involuntarily lifted the petite form of the heroine from the floor. For
five full minutes, as he held her against himself, Hagoods ecstasy
spiraled further upward by the tactile stimulation of her lips, tongue, and
teeth surrounding his organ, as well as the brushing of her vinyl mask against
his sweaty abdomen. Yet he continued to resist cumming, vocalising his agony
and his bliss. He held her head firmly against his hips, alternately bending
his knees and straightening his back, jerking her unresisting form up and
down. He couldnt believe the warmth, the sensations born of her tongue
alternately pressing against and lapping the underside of his manhood and
her teeth pressing down dangerously at the base of his prick. Every once
in a while, he was sent even higher when her satin gloves grabbed desperately
at his thighs, her fingers weakly attempting to hold him as she dangled from
his grip. Once her hand grasped the back of his thigh high up into his crotch,
so that the crimson satin pressed briefly against his balls from beneath
and behind. At that instant he screamed and surrendered to this unbelievable
range of stimuli. He came again and again, shooting his white streams directly
down her throat. Her choking began almost immediately and she pushed at him,
trying to avoid strangulation.
Hagoods friend, known as Leathers, pressed himself fully into the heroine
trapped between the two massive men. As he did so, his abdomen pushed the
soft rubbery dildo just that much further into her pained ass. Only Hagood
heard the weak grunts that emerged from the heroine as a result of this raised
threshold of pain, but these sounds only further excited him as they rumbled
along and through his prick, from its head to its base. Leathers heard almost
nothing as his own bliss seized him. Trying to make the heroine his alone,
he pulled her hips toward him, tightening his hands on her hips, pushing
the dildo fully into her, tightening his prick in her, and increasing her
vaginal stimulation against the head on his manhood. Oh, he had never felt
anything so hot and tight against his prick! Possessing her, he began to
rise from his knees taking the unresisting heroine with him. He felt the
leather of her boots glide along the sides of his thighs and calves, as her
reflexes responded to the multitude of sexual assaults overwhelming her,
and as she sought support as she hung between the giants. Leathers felt her
cunt seemingly grab and hold him as he moved the naked girl as he wished.
Her twisting sex perversely gripped him, rubbing the sensitive tip all around,
shooting electric bolts down the organ. For five minutes Leathers shuddered
and resisted, and at the same time pressed himself deep into his victim and
twisted her sex on his pole, finding new ways to magnify the charges crackling
along his cock. He bent over his captive, pressing his cheek against her
sweating, muscular back. He turned his head and licked the sweat and bit
the soft flesh. Then, her legs shot straight out as she arched her back in
response, and her soft thighs pressed against his own. No longer able to
restrain himself, Leathers took a deep breath and came, long and deep, giving
voice to his climax.
The men watching the spectacle saw the formerly terrifying figure of Crimson
Flare, held aloft between their two comrades, lifted from the floor, alternately
twisted, turned, squeezed and stretched, all the while unable to do other
than accept the sexual assault in all her holes. Some laughed uproariously;
even Ape and Nancy smiled at the humiliation heaped upon the Champion
of Mitropoulos, who had become nothing more than a toy in their hands.
Crimson Flares apparent helplessness encouraged even more hands to
reach for wallets and pocket money. Gang members stumbled over one another
to try to offer their cash to Nancy, who enjoyed the spectacle more than
any other present.
Hagood and Leathers finished with their plaything, but, still trying to sustain
the moment, held her, suspended, between them. Her gloved hands pawed at
Hagoods thighs, trying to find something to hold, and, failing to do
so, finally simply hung toward the floor, her curled fingers brushing the
carpeting. Her masked face was pushed fully into his crotch, his massive
organ fully engulfed. Her body angled downward toward Leathers. The small
form was wracked by a seizure of coughing and choking as she tried to expel
the seed. When Hagood lifted her away from his now-reduced cock, white fluid
poured from her mouth, and flowed in an unending river down her chin. Leathers
lifted her from his organ and briefly held her there; Crimson Flare pulled
her knees slowly up to her torso and she tried to draw herself into a ball.
The black rubber dildo again became visible. Hagood and Leathers briefly
looked at one another, and then simply dropped her to the floor, the carpet
muffling the thud! of the beaten heroine.
As she stared at the floor directly in front of her, Crimson Flare, choking
on the mass of semen that had been forced down her gullet, watched a pool
of white fluid form. She felt
the sticky substance drip from her chin into the puddle. She hacked, trying
to expel not only the residue from her throat, but also the acrid taste of
the mans seed. The heroine felt her stomach turn, like she was on the
verge of vomiting, but her body fought off the impulse. Finally, recovering,
she slowly turned her head. She came face-to-face with Ape and the
still-struggling Lynn. From behind her mask, she saw Lynn pounding futilely
against Apes arms, kicking at his shins. Lynn had not given up, and
continued to fight even though it was her life that Crimson Flare was trying
to protect by this disgrace. But Lynn was struggling to protect her.
Whos next? she heard Nancy say, laughter in her voice.
The redhead in denim was thoroughly enjoying these moments. Here she was,
on her way to her coronation as Mitropoulos Queen of Crime, and who
should provide the last stepping stones on her way to the throne? Why that
little heroine-slut, Crimson Flare! For months, every guy in every gang she
had been associated with had had the hots for her. Once, during sex, one
of her partners had inadvertently called her Crimson. That was
back in her days banging the Savoyards, where she had first met Ape. When
she had told JoJo about it, he said he understood. He understood!!
That was when she had abandoned them altogether and sought out Chan. She
gave Chan the best sex he had ever had; he even told her so. She had given
him the idea of how to get rid of her. She had helped to set up the trap.
And yet, when this goddamn slut shows up at the subway, he couldnt
wait to get next to her. Well, Chan, youre dead, and now look at the
slut! Naked, spitting up cum, beaten and degraded on the floor in front of
her! She smiled broadly across the small space to Ape. Whos
next?
Crimson Flare knew that her strength, which was unimpaired, would allow her
to endure this violence, that it would preserve her for more and more assaults.
Her strength was a curse in that way: it allowed her to endure beatings and
batterings that would have killed a normal human being. But even she, she
knew, had her limits. And, looking across the room, she saw the fury and
the fear in Lynns eyes, and the heroine understood that Lynn would
be lost unless she acted. Crimson Flare must put an end to this; she
must find it in herself to fight; she must restore Lynns sense
of rectitude, that right would triumph and wrong would be punished. The
humiliation of the heroine was tearing away that sense and, once lost, nothing
could repair it. She also realised that
she could no longer bear, unresisting, this humiliation by allowing
herself to be degraded. She had had to accept this dishonour to protect Lynn;
Ape and Nancy had made it very clear, that Lynn would die unless Crimson
Flare surrendered herself to their wishes. And she now suffered at their
hands as a result. But
Lynn had not stopped fighting for her; now she would need to fight
for herself. She shook her head slowly as she finally realised that this
destruction of the heroine might not even save Lynn, but rather merely delay
her death.
Apes gaze went back and forth between the broadly smiling Nancy, who
waggled a fistful of cash at him, and the small unmoving figure of Crimson
Flare, struggling upward from the floor almost directly in front of him.
He smiled back at the girl who had set him up to be King of Mitropoulos
Underworld. God, she was smart! She knew how to plan a heist and set a trap
with equal ability. That was how Crimson Flare had got where she was. And
when Nancy had grabbed blondie herehe squeezed Lynns breast as
the thought crossed his mindhe had put the avenger at a disadvantage
and forced her to surrender. Yes, Nancy was indispensable to any power he
would get.
The heroines
spine was reeling from the effects of the probe that expanded to painfully
fill her ass. She straightened her legs with great effort, and she felt the
searing pain shoot from the base of her spine toward her neck. Americas
Darling was soaked with sweat; sweat that rolled off her toward the plush
carpeting, creating a damp pool around her petite
body.
Crimson Flare sought to place her hands beneath her so
that she could push herself upward. But pain and rape had disoriented her
and she had to feel about her for the floor, which seemed to be in continual
motion under her. When she finally managed to press herself into an upright
position, the sheet of pain that enveloped her forced an exhausted shriek
from her. The dildo was now fully pressed into her, tearing at the insides
of the Champion.
The scream of
pain brought Apes attention back to the small figure on the floor.
God, he wanted her again! He remembered how it felt to be inside her, how
she looked when he had her down on her knees in front of himMan,
he had Crimson Flare giving him head, on her knees! Thats what real
power looks like! Well, hed wait for one more before he took her
again, and this time hed make sure everybody knew that she was his
bitch! His kit had all the things necessary for that. He pictured the masked
Champion wearing his collar, his brand, and spending her time just waiting
for him. God, that was heaven! That unbelievable bitch as his slut-in-waiting.
With her under control, he would have all the power, and he didnt need
to share it. Sharing was for suckers! Why should he? With this slut doing
what he wanted, why did he need Nancy any
more?
The masked Champion of Women drew two quick, deep breaths, and felt strength
return to her body. Blinking the sweat and
tears from her eyes, Crimson Flare saw yet another gang member approaching
her, his hands forward, as if he were about to pick up a wandering
baby. Looking past him she saw Nancy, staring
at Ape with a wide grin across her face. Nearby, Ape also grinned, but his
was marked by a combination of lust and nervousness. They were thoroughly
enjoying her defeat. As she tensed her muscles to finally resist and respond,
currents of pain again coursed up her spine. However much she wished to show
these criminals the power she and Stacy had marshaled for Good, she
couldnt fight them in her current condition! The pain, the pain,
was simply too great. She turned inward, seeking solace, but the heroine
was quickly reminded of her predicament when a new pair of hands grabbed
her and pulled her upward. As her body unfolded, the pain, waiting like an
alert wolf, fell over her again. She moaned in agony.
Her new antagonist was younger than the others who had raped the heroine.
But behind his baby face, she saw the eyes of a killer. She saw his mouth
moving as he pulled her toward him, but the words were indistinct. Teeth
bared like a vicious animal, he appeared ready to tear her limb from limb
in a sadistic frenzy.
Nancy had taken the money from Seeley, called Brew by the others at the frequent
keggers; his high capacity for alcohol was the main reason for the nickname,
and he was everyones friend, but the redhead knew that his child-like
appearance and ready, empty-headed grin belied a cruelty that was rarely
matched. Crimson Flares groans were weaker and less frequent now, she
thought, and she wouldnt last more than one or two more assaults. It
might be wiser to choose some of the men who were less rough at this point,
so that she would last longer, and more money might be made. Brew probably
should wait until he only had the dead body to play with, for he was notorious,
even among his fellows, for his destructive lovemaking. But many of the gang
wanted to see him handle the masked beauty. They all knew of his fixation
on her, how he cut photos of the crimefighter out of the paper and would
lie in bed at night pawing the pictures. Even this modest perversity would
raise an erection, they could tell, but the kidding had stopped immediately
after he had hurled one jokester through the second-floor window.
Crimson made no attempt to defend herself as Brew easily picked her up. Her
body fell against his like a puppet with its strings cut, and, even in her
numbed state, the heroine could tell he was already responding. As her head
rested on his shoulder, she turned her face slowly, painfully, to him, breathing
into his ear, Take
it out. Take me
there. Brew
straightened up and lifted her from his chest. He stared at her for a moment,
his mouth hanging open, and dropped his eyes toward her hips, where he stared
at her thighs writhing erotically. She moaned weakly.
Before anyone could stop him, Brew plopped Crimson Flare on the floor on
her stomach. The intense pain that was audible in her groan clearly told
everyone of her helplessness. He lifted her hips, so that her ass was directly
in front of him, and then plucked at the tip of the soft black tool that
protruded from inside her, seeking a fingerhold on the implement.
When Nancy saw Brew begin to pull the dildo from inside the heroine, she
rose from the bed. Wait. No, you cant
she
sputtered.
I paid, he said simply. I can do whatever I want.
The watching gang members, and even Ape, raised their voices in support of
Brews desire. They knew that Crimson Flare was beaten, that she would
die while servicing them. Why not have all of her holes available? Nancy
looked around, concerned. When she saw the unanimity of sentiment to remove
the dildo, to allow Brew to fuck her in the ass, she backed off; as if trying
to soothe the anger aroused by her temerity she simply said, OK, OK!
and tried to soothe their anger by slowly moving her hands, palms downward,
as if patting a large imaginary sheep.
But, instead of returning to her seat on the bed, she edged toward the door,
still holding the wad of cash.
Crimson Flare could feel Brew beginning to find success in removing the dildo.
She could feel its rough surface pull slowly from her ass; she felt the pressure
it had created inside her lessen as it emerged, bit by tiny bit at first,
from her; when enough of the grotesque implement was available for the gang
member to get a good grasp on it, she felt it ripped from her insides, replacing
the steady, throbbing pain with a shaper, briefer blindness. Released from
the confines of the heroines anus, the soft rubber stretched to its
original sixteen-inch length, wobbling and drooping in Brews hand like
a stick of Jell-O. As the pain slowly diminished, the Champion of Mitropoulos
involuntarily dropped her hips to the floor, partly in relief. But Brew was
just starting with her.
He sidled up next to the prone heroine, his heroine, and wrapped his
arm around her naked shoulders, as if seeking to calm the quivering that
had taken over her body. Easily, almost gently (a surprise after the tearing
withdrawal of the dildo), he rolled her onto her back, even as he gazed at
the contours of her body, a body he had longed to touch for as long as he
could remember. He brushed his hand across her chest, and he squeezed the
pink nipples that crowned her pert breasts. With the constant pain inside
her now gone, the sexual part of her ordeal became more pronounced.
Aaaaahhhhhggghhhh! she breathed, almost inaudibly.
With her eyes closed, she imagined herself somewhere else, somewhere away
from this Hell. But escape was quickly closed off when Crimson felt the rubbery
shaft that had recently impaled her flopping, rubbing, back and forth, beneath
her nose. The odorher odorwafted up, penetrating her dream
of freedom.
In her ear, Brew whispered, Open your mouth, baby!
The removal of the dildo had taken with it the agony that had prevented Crimson
Flare from effectively resisting her attackers. She had been forced to surrender
because she feared for what might happen to Lynn, and she knew that, impaled
as she was, she would be unable to fight back or to rescue her friend. As
a result she had been repeatedly raped and assaulted by members of the gang
that Ape was creating. The heroine hoped to turn the tables on her enemies,
to use her speed and strength to save her friend and remove both of them
from their captivity. But the repeated attacks had taken their toll. She
needed time to recuperate from the penetrations, the brutality, and the beatings
she had absorbed. Now, lying on her back, her chest rose and fell spastically.
The man next to her was already trying to stimulate her again, playing with
her breasts and nipples, and to continue her degradation, ordering her to
suck the dildo removed from her anus. Her ragged breathing combined with
a retching from her stomach at the same time as the desire to fight back
rose in the battered young woman. But, still too weak to resist, Crimson
Flare complied with Brews order and she felt the harsh taste of her
own body press down on her tongue. She puffed out her cheeks in an effort
to lessen the intensity, but Brew quickly used the thumb and fingers of his
other hand to compress the bellows and to wrap her mouth unwillingly around
the awful instrument.
As he drew the dildo like a saw in and out of her mouth, she heard the laughter
and cheers that this inspired in the audience watching her continuing
humiliation. The heroine shut her eyes in an effort to close out the vile,
distorted faces she could see ranging behind her attacker. Give the
slut a reaming shell never forget, she heard one watcher say.
Another shouted, Kill the fuckin bitch! Give the
superbitch a cum chaser, Brew! All of the faces that she could see
were fixed on hers, enjoying the Champions disgrace.
Brew looked around at the wide-eyed faces as they urged him to continue Crimson
Flares shame. A wide, stupid grin stretched across his own countenance,
and he pushed the dildo ever deeper into the heroines mouth. With his
free hand, his fingers traced the contours of Crimson Flares breast,
tweaking the nipple, forcing it to become harder under his ministrations;
but as he became more excited at the touch, he began to mash the small tit
against her chest, lessening her stimulation, much to his chagrin. Brew swung
his leg over her supine form, so that he was now straddling the poor girl,
forcing the bitter, choking dildo in and out of her mouth, faster and faster.
Her breathing, still ragged, accelerated as he sawed in and out; at the same
time, he bounced up and down on his haunches as he sat on her stomach. The
lusty cheers of the men gathered round became louder and louder. They
cheered as their colleague rode the heroine, drawing faint grunts
from her each time her rebounded onto her midsection.
As he became more excited, Brew finally released the dildo and turned his
attention to his waist, where he tore at his belt in a supreme effort to
remove his pants as quickly as he could. He fell to the floor and onto his
back with a heavy thunk! and raised his legs as he wriggled, twisted,
and cursed trying to remove his tight-fitting
jeans. As they passed over his
knees, he seemed to get even more excited and his aroused manhood came clearly
into view. But his heavy boots blocked an easy removal and he fought anew
to get the heavy cloth over the dull leather. He rolled from side to side,
squirming and tugging. The laughter that had been aimed at the heroine found
a new target, and the gang guffawed at Brew who, frustrated, seemed on the
verge of cumming even before he had penetrated Americas Darling.
Crimson Flare pulled the foul-tasting implement from her mouth and tossed
it aside. As her stomach heaved, she saw three gang members rush for the
corner to retrieve the dildo. Whether it would be used again on the heroine
or if it were intended only as a souvenir, only time would tell. Slowly,
she pulled herself upward into a position where she was supported on her
elbows, her lower body and legs extended. She was conspicuously aware of
her nakedness, and she glanced down at the bush of dark brown hair covering
her private parts, with the torn and tattered tights hanging on by mere threads
around her lower body. She felt herself flush as she thought of all these
men who had been gazing at her. But, just then, the heroine felt another
rush of strength and knew that she was almost fully rejuvenated. Her breathing
was steady and even, her eyes were clear; the muscle spasms that had resulted
from the rapes and battering she had undergone had all but disappeared. She
saw Lynn, still struggling, weaker now, against Apes grip that held
her against his chest.
Brew was still struggling with his jeans, somewhere between sitting upright
and sprawling across the floor, but his body had placed itself almost next
to the Champions powerful legs. And the audience watched himnot
herwith rapt attention.
Her kick knocked Brew out with a single blow. Twisting at the waist, and
using the floor to provide leverage, Crimson Flare brought a powerful boot
against the side of his head. The sound of her polished leather striking
his thick skull echoed through the library. In a single graceful movement,
her svelte body followed the arc of that movement, and she was on her feet
in less time than it takes to tell. Glistening with sweat, her naked form
rushed at the next nearest gang member, whose surprise at the attack would
be all he could remember. The powerful heroine seized his near leg and she
pulled, dropping him on his back. Crimson Flare then easily lifted him by
the same leg, she whirled once, and sent his insensate form into a small
circle of gang members; the force of his body scattered the men, throwing
two of them violently against the wall behind them, and knocking two more
to the floor, one of them pinned under the dead weight of the projectile.
The residue of pain was almost completely forgotten when the transformed
heroine launched her attack. She sensed herself growing stronger with each
exertion, for she now turned on Ape himself and, seeing that he was staring
wide-eyed at the speed and strength the Champion now manifested and continued
to only absent-mindedly hold Lynn in front of him, Crimson flashed across
the space and pulled the athletic blonde from Apes loose grip.
You have to get out of here, Crimson Flare told her friend. Get
home as quickly as you can. Ill meet you there.
My van is parked behind the Dairy Queen sign at the highway. Ill
wait a few minutes for you.
No! Go!
Dont--
At that instant Crimson Flare was grabbed by several pairs of hands as the
criminals mounted a counterattack. Lynn realised that she indeed had to flee
before she could again be used as a hostage against the Champion of Mitropoulos.
Protected by the fighting heroine, in a flash she was out the same window
through which she had entered the room. But she paused before heading for
her van. Through the glass she saw Crimson Flare, almost effortlessly, tossing
aside the bodies of her enemies. Secure in the knowledge of the heroines
eventual escape, she turned and raced as fast as she could for the gated
entry.
Crimson Flare stole a few glances as her friend disappeared into the darkness
behind the house. The distraction worked against her as yet another band
of gang members fell on her, this time knocking her form to the library carpet.
Clutching hands grabbed at her sweating body, tearing away the last remnants
of the already ragged tights that had failed to cover her in any effective
way. She rolled, kicking one gang member off her only to have another man
hook her throat in the crook of his arm, pulling her upward from behind as
she lay on her back struggling against the small mound of attackers.
He was strong, and as the heroine broke free of one gang member after another,
she felt the pressure on the sides of her throat increasing. Finally, freed
from all of her enemies except the single attacker from behind, Crimson Flare
pushed herself the remaining way to her feet; then, before her attacker could
set his own legs under him, the athletic Champion bent at the waist, lifting
him onto her back, and she simultaneously twisted her shoulders. The force
of the movement threw the leather-clad gang member across her shoulders and
he smashed to the floor in front of her. Crimson Flare straightened herself
and looked down at the dazed attacker as well as the rest of the bodies strewn
on the carpet around her. She smiled. Almost unaware of her nakedness, she
rolled her shoulders and flexed the muscles in her upper arms, which incidentally
also led her breasts to sit more erect on her chest, the nipples protruding
noticeably. It was this unconscious sort of flexing that had made her the
sexual ideal of so many males in Mitropoulos.
Now to gather up my uniform and get out of here! she thought. She quickly
covered the short distance to the torn sequined costume lying on the floor.
Surveying the mass of moving and unmoving bodies, she bent to pick it up.
At that instant, the room disappeared in a flash of red and yellow light,
and Crimson Flare dropped to the floor, still trying to grasp her tattered
uniform. She felt her body unceremoniously yanked to a standing position
and her arms pinned behind her back in a double chicken wing. Bright, coloured
dots of light flashed in front of her eyes; everything else seemed to be
covered in a dark mist and she could only discern vague shapes moving in
front of her.
The flashes disappeared as a heavy blow smashed against the side of Crimson
Flares jaw, twisting her head violently to the right. But even before
she could focus on what was happening, another powerful blow sapped her strength
when it crashed into her diaphragm. Desperately trying to get her breath,
she heard a sinister hissed laughter coming from behind her.
Another punch smashed directly into her jaw. The Champion of Mitropoulos
could taste blood in her mouth. Through unfocussed eyes, she could not see
her attacker, but she knew that his strength would eventually wear down her
might. She felt a second pair of hands, and then a third, grab her from behind,
restraining the powerful heroine.
Super-bitch! shouted a voice in front of her, just before
still another crashing blow twisted her head on her neck. Her arms were held
straight outward from her shoulders now, with several opponents trying to
secure the powerful Champion from behind.
Her vision was clearing. She could now see that it was Hagood who stood in
front of her. His lips curled into a menacing smile. Americas
Darling, my ass, she heard him say. When were finished
with you, there aint gonna be no guy wholl want to look at
you. He unleashed a series of hard blows against Crimson Flares
tight stomach, each one powerful enough to rip through to her spine. By the
fifth blow, her muscles had softened enough to drag a dry, desperate gasp
from the restrained heroine. Two more and her knees buckled under her.
Ullllgggh! she groaned.
Her head hung down toward her chest, and she felt him grab her short hair
once more, just as he had done during his rape. Helpless, she watched as
he drew back his massive fist. He stopped it just short of his ear and, as
he looked down on the petite Champion of Mitropoulos, he whispered,
Nighty-night, cunt! The blow struck her squarely between the
eyes and practically lifted her off the floor.
The gang members who were holding her let Crimson Flare fall to the carpet.
She lay there, still conscious, trying to move. Her naked body seemed totally
vulnerable to their attack. The helpless heroine rolled onto her back, her
perfectly round thighs spreading invitingly to the men who had beaten her.
Hagood took a step forward, standing now between her legs. Slowly, he undid
his belt in anticipation of satisfying his lust again. His erect manhood
announced his readiness.
Crimson Flares black leather boot smashed into Hagoods crotch.
He squealed like a barnyard animal and dropped heavily to his knees, tears
rolling down his cheeks. He stared wide-eyed at the beautiful girl who had
brought him down, his mouth agape, as if he could not believe that she would
do this to him. His knees had just touched the library carpet when a side
swipe by her other boot smashed against the side of his head, sending his
insensate tumbling form across the room.
Americas Darling was on her feet in no time. Her vision was blurred
by her most recent beating, and she could not yet focus on any of the remaining
gang members who were beyond a relatively small radius. But her strength
and readiness intimidated those who remained there.
Shaking her head to clear away the fog, she was surprised to find herself
alone. Even Ape had deserted the scene of battle. When she looked at her
left hand, she noticed that she still held her sequined, tattered uniform.
Well, she thought, its better than nothing at all.
She pulled it over her petite form, the ragged cuts at her crotch exposing
her most private area to the draft coming from the open window through which
Lynn had fled moments earlier. Her colourless tights had disappeared from
around her fabulous legs, the bare skin shining, sweaty, in the rooms
dim light.
In a moment she followed Lynns path through the darkness and toward
the gate.
*****
Nancy walked into the library and stared, almost unbelieving, at the unconscious
figures still scattered around the floor. One girl had done this! One
little girl! That slut, Crimson Flare! What do I have to do--?
Never again, she told herself. How many times had Crimson Flare blocked her
path to the power that was rightfully hers? Now she had humiliated
Apeand her! Ape would have to be rehabilitated and the gang
made his again, of course. But she knew that she would meet that superbitch
again.
Next time Ill kill you, Nancy said quietly.
End of Chapter Five
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