Crimson Flare: Apes Grab for Power
by marat
Chapter Six
I dont entirely understand what happened. Karen sat in
the bathtub, still exhausted, soap bubbles covering her battered form almost
to her throat, with her head back. She dabbed her face with a soaked washcloth.
The heat from the water was palpable. The heroine hoped it would relieve
the physical destruction her body had absorbed at the hands of Ape and his
gang, as a mist gave rise to wisps of steam floating upward from the bubble
bath. Sweat streamed down the sides of her face, as the recovering Maid of
Mitropoulos tried to gather her wits and her vigor to assess how she had
come so close to her final defeat. I couldnt
no, I
wouldnt fight back for some reason.
You were worried about what might happen to me, Lynn said, sitting
on the edge of the tub, her hand dangling into bubbles, stirring them. I
never should have followed you in there.
That wasnt the problem. I had already been captured and bound.
What I discovered
. And here she sat up and sank her hand back
beneath the bubbles, her eyes looking deep into space. Her eyes widened as
she seemed to realise the truth she was about to reveal. What I
discovered
was
.
Lynn looked anxiously at her friend. Most of the bruises that had been so
pronounced on her face only a short while earlier were already faded, and
only small reminders of the clash were visible. How was she able to recover
physically so quickly? Could a body that eroded evidence of the sort of battering
that she had taken tonight fully recover if the scars didnt linger
to remind her of the dangers waiting for her? What was the psychological
effect of this kind of recuperation? Would it only make Crimson Flare more
reckless?
What I discovered
was
that
I liked it.
Liked what?
The sexual violation. The rape. I wanted it to continue. Even before
you were captured, I discovered that I liked being tied up. I could
feel the strength in me and I liked flexing and pressing against the ropes,
knowing that I couldnt break them. And I didnt want them to break.
I felt a tingling inside as I thought about what the bondage did to me, the
powerlessness. My uniform has never felt so sexy as when I felt it press
taut against my bodyevery part of my bodywhen I was helpless.
The uniform, a symbol of my strength, my power became
what? It became
just a stimulus for me to enjoy a certain kind of sexuality. I couldnt
believe the feeling. Then, when they caught you, and I was forced to take
off my costume, I found that even thatI wasnt bound but
the threat to you forced me to surrender to themwas enough to stir
me inside in the same way. I liked being powerless. What kind of heroine
enjoys being taken captive and having her best friend held as a hostage?
It used to be that the strength was the stimulus; it gave me a kind of euphoria.
But this time I felt myself sexually stirred by being powerless.
Lynn sat open-mouthed, her hand still absently stirring the soap. Karen
continued, Nancy said that Chan had
. Here she paused for
a long time, trying to remember what Nancy had whispered to her during the
nadir of her defeat.
She said that Chan had destroyed me. She said that
she
had figured out that I had my strength because I was a virgin and that the
way to destroy me was through my first orgasm. So
Chan planned my capture
by the Normans; he weakened me by getting me dependent on drugs; and when
I finally came during the battle with the Normans at the subway
platform
. Karen began to feel a heaviness in her chest, like
she was about to burst into tears as she realised that the dreams she and
Stacy had had for Crimson Flares role as a defender of Good were in
danger. She caught her breath.
When I came, and my strength was
finally freed, my body discovered a craving for sex.
I saw that you werent fighting back against the gang. I thought
that it was because you didnt want anything to happen to me.
That was why I surrendered, Karen said thoughtfully, smiling
at her friend, not why I stopped resisting their rapes. But I also
saw that you never stopped fighting against Ape
I hit him with all my strength and didnt even faze him. Ive
never felt so helpless in my life. It was like he could snap my back by flexing
his biceps.
That kind of strength made him one of JoJos most effective enforcers.
I guess, from what he told me, JoJo sent him over on a drug deal that went
bad. He said he was in a Colombian prison.
But Karen again paused. You fought. You tried to
help me. But I didnt want to be helped. I
didnt
. Tears started to well up in her eyes. My body
enjoyed being raped. Oh, god, I enjoyed it!
Lynn jumped in, unsure of what she could say that would calm her friend.
Wait a minute, Karen. Lets try to figure this out. Youve
always said that Stacy would look at things rationally and help youhelp
Crimson Flareout of whatever bind she was in.
Before you came for the first time, you had complete control over your
strength and your body, right?
Right.
But now, when you get into a struggle you dont have the same
kind of control?
Well, I managed to help you to escape, and to escape myself. But it
took a total concentration of my mind on what I was doing physically. I had
to push aside my
urges and
focus on using my strength for the
purpose at hand. When that big guy, Hagood, I think they called him, had
me on my back, after you had escaped, I couldnt wait for him to push
himself into me. It took an act of conscious will; I had to consciously fight
back, rather than just act spontaneously. But, it was strange; I didnt
want to stop him. I just decided to do it and get out of
there
If you had let down your guard, what do you think would have
happened?
Like I said, I would have let him
she paused before she
said the word, fuck
me and I would have enjoyed it. They
could have all taken me, I wouldnt have cared.
Lynn sighed as she thought about this revelation. And Nancy said she
figured this out?
Yes. She said she told Chan how to defeat me. I suspect it has to do
with a new balance of hormones following my first orgasm, or something like
that.
Could it also have to do with the drugs?
I dont think so. I kicked the habit pretty easily, thanks to
my physical strength. But when Chan got me back to my place after the battle,
he seemed primed to have non-stop sex. However
since I was pretty upset
about Stacy, I shut him out. He seemed angry.
Theres something! He expected you to have sex with him and you
rejected himbecause
you were emotionally upset about the loss
of Stacy. This has to be where the answer is. Let me talk to a couple of
my professors over at Hutson University. Maybe they can explain whats
happened. She brushed her hand across the soaked shoulders of her
friend.
Oooohhh, goo-ooodddd, L-lynnn, Karen breathed, her quivering
body reflected in her voice. Her bare arms rose from the soap and wrapped
themselves around her athletic, blonde friend. Karen then pulled her fully
clothed ally into the tub. Lynn squealed in surprise, and then her voice
gave rise to chuckles of delight.
*****
Nancy knew it would be days before Ape would control the gang again. When
the leader of a gang is beaten, he has to prove all over again that hes
superior to all opponentsits the rule of the jungle: the Alpha-Male
must continuously reassert his supremacy, most especially when he has been
challenged. Ape didnt help things much when he was among the first
who disappeared from the library once that Crimson Bitch started manhandling
the gang. His flight was the major source of comment for hours afterward,
especially when Hagoods body was carried out, still alive, but obviously
seriously injured. If only Ape had also been hurt
.
How did that slut escape? All of the signs indicated that she had
been beaten. She had stopped fighting back, she seemed to be seeking the
sex, the men who were lined up were all bigger than she was. She should
have just taken it! Somehow, she had fought back.
It started with Brews decision to remove the dildo. Nancy knew that
trouble would erupt as soon as Brew decided that he wanted to fuck her in
the ass. That dildo was there for a purpose: not for the pain it caused,
though Nancy was sure that was considerable. No, it was a distraction. Crimson
Flare would not be able to fight back as long as that tool was working on
her hips and, by extension, her spine. Even if she wanted to resist, and
tried to fight back, the numbers of gang members Ape could draw on would
overwhelm her because she would not be able to focus all of her attention
on her attackers. But only as long as she was impaled on that thing! Remove
it, and shes as strong as ten of them!
Her eyes wandered across the librarys landscape. Three men had been
killed, Hagood, Brew, and one other were injured, Hagood probably out for
more than a month. That bitch had kicked his nuts up to his Adams Apple
and he may be finished with the gang altogether. Ape had been shamed, but
he was still stronger than any other contender. She would see to it that
he was restored to his position. Her brains and his brawn were an unbeatable
team. Shed just have to make it clearer to that poor dope that her
brains were indispensable to any success he wanted. And she couldnt
leave him alone again!
She saw something under the folds in the coverlet on the bed, something shining.
Highly polished black leather. It was Crimson Flares belt! And, still
seated in the holster, was that electronic weapon of herswhat was
it?the baton. Slowly she unsheathed the baton from its
seat. It didnt look like much, a circular rod maybe a foot long, and
at most two inches in diameter. It looked like it telescoped.
Nancy whipped her wrist and the baton extended to its full
two-and-a-half foot length. But as it did so, a small electric charge burnt
a hole in the dark green bedspread. Nancy pressed her face close to the spot,
examining the effects of the weapon. Then she stood erect.
Hhmm-mmh. She whipped the device a second time and she saw a
spark shoot out from its tip, reaching toward the bedpost.
She fingered Crimson Flares baton. Maybe if I can figure
out how this works
she mused.
*****
Karen lay naked in bed, the tension finally relieved. The bout of heavy sex
had started in the bathtub as Karen literally tore Lynns clothes off,
and then their two soaking bodies had moved from the tub to the bathroom
floor, the bedroom floor, and finally the bed itself. Lynn had placed a line
of towels along the route of ecstasy.
As Lynn stood over her exhausted friend, she smiled and said, Ill
have to remind myself that you were in the grip of an irresistible
force.
I have to find some way to control whats happening to me. I
cant take much more. She paused. Thats what
Nancy was counting on. She knew about what had happened to me. She
expected me to be
she still had trouble saying it,
fucked to death, not to resist the attacks. That almost
happened.
She may figure Crimson Flare is no longer a problem, that the craving
will prevent her from being effective. Shes a smart criminal, and that means shes
dangerous. Lynn was very serious now. Shes smart and
shes hooked up with Ape Greystook.
A sudden realisation struck Karen. Ape still has my baton.
Huh?
When I escaped, I left my baton behind. They had taken it from me when
they captured me.
But you said that youre the only one who can control it.
Its not easy to control, but even JoJo was handling it modestly
well after only a short time. He gave me a pretty good shock with it when
they caught me at their warehouse on the river. We know that Nancys
smart. She could figure out how to handle it.
Will the power source run out? Maybe they wont be able to use
it by the time they figure out
No, Karen said, looking very serious. Its got a renewable
source, kind of like a series of solar cells. Even if it runs down, in fifteen
minutes it will be back to full power.
Can you get another one? You may have to fight fire with fire to get
it back.
That was the one thing Stacy didnt tell me. I think this was
a one-of-a-kind.
*****
A week later, the first of what would be a series of break-ins showed that
Apes gang had indeed mastered Crimson Flares
baton. Mitropoulos largest
diamond dealer had their delivery entrance, a heavy, reinforced steel door,
locked for the night, shattered by a bolt from Crimson Flares weapon.
The metal door had been singed and the force of the batons charge had
left a gaping hole where the lock used to be. The weapons mark was
not unfamiliar, but the police discounted Crimson Flare as a suspect. They
believed that a criminal band had somehow secured a copy of the baton and
were using it for their own ends.
For the next three nights, the baton was used in three more robberies. In
the meantime, Crimson Flare had not been seen. Karen feared taking on any
opponent, particularly one who might be working for Nancy and Ape, who might
be able to take advantage of her new weakness. For her part, Nancy knew that
the heroine was not gone for good. Ape, on the other hand, was convinced
they had defeated her. He wanted to become even more reckless in the crime
spree.
At the same time, Lynn had spoken with Professors Brayfield and Shea at Hutson
University regarding the problem Chan and Nancy had invested on Crimson Flare.
Trying to be discrete, Lynn had revealed little about the origins of her
inquiry. The Professors, experts in the field of biochemistry and psychology,
were curious about the source of their former students inquiry. Lynn
was known to be working with some of Mitropoulos at-risk teenagers
in the program she had begun and which the University helped to fund. Lynn
convinced them that the source was nothing more than a unique condition she
had encountered with a young woman in the program. They offered advice about
possible solutions, but they could not offer any guarantees. They also offered
warnings about the possible consequences of their solutions. Meanwhile, Karen
divided her time between home and her job at the hospital. She discovered
that work was a satisfactory distraction.
*****
I know where theyll be tonight, Karen said softly to Lynn.
Theyre taunting me.
What do you mean?
The targets have been places where Crimson Flare has prevented robberies
in the past. The diamond dealer was the first time I became known to the
public. The clothing store was the second. Theyre hitting stores in
the order that I stopped robberies in the past.
Karens face showed deep concern about confronting Ape and Nancy again.
Her eyes were downcast as she thought about taking up her role as Crimson
Flare. Her heart pounded in her chest and her breathing became irregular.
She chewed her lower lip and, finally, raised her eyes to see her friend
walking across the apartment toward her. Lynn embraced the small brunette
and felt her quivering. Karen fell against the athletic blonde, no longer
able to stand.
When Lynn looked into her face again, tears were rolling down Karens
cheeks. Im so frightened, Lynn. I dont want to go out
there, she said. I dont know if I can defend myself, much
less prevent the crimes that theyre planning. As soon as she
had said this, Lynn felt a surge pass through the petite form of her friend.
She took a deep breath and pulled herself up straight. But
I
cant just throw away what Stacy and I wanted Crimson Flare to be. She
had to be a symbol of courage and strength. Ive got to take them on.
Ive got to get my baton back. And for the past three nights, Ive
been hiding. Ive known where they would be and I let them commit their
crimes. She turned and walked into her bedroom. In a moment, Crimson
Flare emerged.
*****
Crimson Flare watched as Apes troops moved toward the front door of
Venable Furs. She immediately recognised the form of the denim-clad redhead
who had tormented her so thoroughly when she had last confronted the criminal
gang lord. The petite heroine set her jaw, but was taken briefly aback as
she placed her hands on her hips, unconsciously feeling for her belt and
baton, only to re-discover their absence. As she watched Nancy walk confidently
to the entrance, whipping the two-and-a-half foot baton to its full length,
she realised that the criminal had indeed mastered the weapon. The short
jabbing stroke unleashed a blast that almost tore the door off its hinges.
Shes doing that for my benefit, Americas Darling
thought to herself.
She saw the four members of the gang move inside, leaving one to guard the
entrance. Crimson Flare moved toward the guard, using the shadows of surrounding
buildings as shelter. As she watched the blonde sentry, she could tell he
was nervous, perhaps even frightened. He had probably been warned that the
masked crimefighter would be out tonight and that his responsibilities would
be heavy. Perhaps, she thought, as she used her great speed to close the
distance between them, so too would his punishment if he didnt provide
a warning to Nancy and her cronies.
A single blow to his temple and the sentinel was removed. There would be
no warning.
As she prepared to enter the store, the Champion of Mitropoulos placed a
pebble-sized piece of shaped plastic beneath her cowl, into the triangular
fossa of her right ear. This was one of the possible solutions offered by
the Hutson University professors. Under a set of predetermined circumstances,
it was programmed to periodically give off a small electric charge, not enough
to harm, but sufficient to distract Crimson Flares attention from any
sexual attack being made on her, and thus allow her to regain control of
her situation.
Quickly, now, she moved to the entrance, opened the door only far enough
for her to squeeze her small body through, and disappeared inside.
Outside, the unconscious guard lay motionless.
*****
Inside, it was quiet and still. Emergency lighting allowed the Champion of
Women to move quickly to the refrigerator storage areas in the rear, steering
clear of crowded counters and displays in the small sales area of
Venables. When she reached the curtain separating the front from the
rear areas, Crimson Flare pressed herself against the wall and warily peered
past the divider, seeking her prey.
There was one figure, a muscular gang member with a shaven head and black
denim standing a few feet from her, gazing impatiently down the dim hallway;
it seemed he might be waiting for his fellows, the way he shifted his weight
anxiously from one foot to the other. The Champion of Mitropoulos listened
intently for the gangs return and, hearing nothing, threw aside the
curtain and rushed at the shocked figure.
Wha--! was all he was able to utter before her fist crashed into
his abdomen. The wind rushed from him in a Whooosh, his eyes popped
from his head, and he silently gagged, desperately trying to find a life-giving
breath. A second fist smashed against the side of his face and he dropped
to the carpet like a felled tree.
Crimson easily pulled him behind some nearby crates and cartons, then moved
carefully in the direction she had seen him gazing. The heroine didnt
hear a sound as she approached the first of the refrigerated storage
vaults.
The door was slightly ajar, but it was clear that there was no one inside.
From the careless way the handle lay abutting the lock, it appeared that,
having summarily glanced inside, the gang decided that there was nothing
that interested them there, and they simply pushed the door shut. It had,
simply, failed to close all the way.
Just to be on the safe side, Crimson Flare pressed herself against the wall
next to the door and eased it open. A rush of very cold air slapped the bare
areas of skin, sharpening the heroines awareness. Tension made her
visibly shiver. But there was neither sound nor shadow of movement inside,
and the Champion returned the door to its original condition. Outside the
next storage area, about ten yards farther along the hallway, she saw a small
stack of furs, crushed, as if whoever had pulled them from their racks had
been unconcerned about either their value or their condition on delivery;
Crimson could tell that they were only the finest and most expensive. Though
the door to the locker was pulled completely shut, the Champion was convinced
that she found her quarry. As she turned to face the door, she heard it unlatch
and open.
Out came one of Apes goons, his arms piled high with more of the costly
adornments for the crème de la crème of
Mitropoulos society. They were stacked so high he could not
see over the load, once the locker door had opened and he found himself in
the dim hallway. He hummed to himself as he staggered through the door, searching
for the pile he had begun earlier. He was happy in his work.
Crimson Flare used her great speed and strength to bring his haul for this
night to an end. Smashing a heavy double-ax-handle down on the base of his
skull, he collapsed on top of the loot he had gathered, hitting the floor
without a sound.
Two to go, the Champion of Mitropoulos thought to herself. She
rolled the unconscious hoodlum beneath the pile of furs, and then peered
down the darkened hall.
The red Exit sign over the fire door was the only source of
illumination. Its glow did little other than provide direction; it was too
dim to brighten the darkness over those last dozen-or-so yards to the back
wall. Crimson Flare could see no furniture, not even a chair, or a coat rack,
ornothing along the hallway. The dark emptiness looked menacing in
the red glow. To the right, the metal door to the third, and last, refrigeration
unit waited, in this case, like the first cell, slightly ajar. The crimson-clad
Maiden of Mitropoulos moved smoothly to the door, the sequins of her costume
flickering in the dim light. Knowing that she faced only two remaining opponents
gave her a confidence she had not felt since the evening began. She filled
her lungs to prepare for a possible combat with these final adversaries.
As she did so, she felt a sexual tingling: the smooth sensation of her costume
against her skin raised an awareness of her power and sensuality in her.
She felt like a superheroine! The Champion of Mitropoulos!
Again, she pressed her body against the wall next to the door and slipped
her gloved hand into the tiny crack provided between door and frame. With
a flick of her fingers, the door slipped open, and the brighter light from
inside filled the dark space in the hall. The cold air from inside the locker
enveloped her body. The Champion of Mitropoulos flexed her muscles, sensing
combat was at hand. When she peered inside, she saw the two remaining criminals
busily at work.
Nancy glanced up first, and, when she saw the heroine framed by the entry,
she smiled. Hello, dear. What kept you?
The redhead, who seemed perpetually garbed in denim, dropped the ermine stoles
she held and stood erect. I really expected you would show up last
night. Please dont tell me youve been hiding.
The words stung Crimson Flare. Im not afraid of your kind. And
now youre going to jail. He formed her gloved hands into fists
and nestled them on top of her hips, her legs spread.
Suddenly the second thief reached toward the masked beauty from beyond the
doorframe, grabbing her costume just below her shoulder. Crimson immediately
seized his wrist and yanked him off the floor and toward her. He smashed
into the metal frame and she landed a single blow flush on his jaw. He dropped
to the cold floor and did not move.
She returned to her pose. As I was saying, now youre going to
jail.
Nancy pulled the baton from behind her. She had evidently shoved it into
the waistband of her jeans. I dont think so. The tall redhead
whipped the weapon out to its full length. When it reached its full span,
Nancy gave the baton a twirl, rotating it 360°, and capping the performance
with a snap of her wrist that gave off a spark that struck the floor directly
in front of Crimson Flare. The small flash striking the cold metal caused
the determined heroine to hop away from her opponent and back under the metal
frame. She never removed her gaze from the tall redhead, however.
Im going to enjoy making you scream again, Crimson Flare. You
may have strength, but you come to the field with too many disadvantages.
And I know about all of them.
You had your chance to defeat me the last time we met. Im ready
for you now. Crimson could only hope that the small earpiece, coupled
with her own knowledge of her weaknesses, would do the job, so her statement
was mostly bluff.
Are you? Lets see, Nancy smiled. A small whip of her wrist
sent another flash toward the Champion. It struck her in the abdomen. Crimson
Flare took a step backward, doubled over and holding her stomach: it felt
like she had been struck by a body blow from Lennox Lewis. Nancys smile
widened at the look of vulnerable surprise that flashed behind the vinyl
mask of Mitropoulos Champion. You handled that well, Crimson
Slut, but then thats not your most vulnerable spot, is it? She
prepared to whip the weapon again.
In a flash, the heroine was through the doorway and on her opponent. She
drove the redhead to the floor with a crash of falling bodies. Crimson Flare
held Nancys arm outstretched in an effort to knock the baton from her
grip. Though the heroine landed on top of her surprised nemesis, she failed
to loosen the weapon from her grip. The crimson-clad vigilante reached across
with her other hand and wrapped her fingers around Nancys wrist and
forearm. Then she squeezed for all she was worth, trying to force open the
larger womans hand. Give it up. Im stronger than you are.
You cant win, the masked beauty said through clenched teeth.
That may be, Nancy replied, the struggle evident in her voice.
Crimson Flare was concentrating on the fingers of Nancys right hand,
watching the larger womans grip oh-so-slowly weaken and loosen on the
dark baton. She had twisted her body on top of her opponent, so that she
now lay with her back almost to the larger womans abdomen. But just
as she thought that the battle was won, she felt the fingers of Nancys
free hand lift the crotch of her costume and slide inside, seeking the warmth
of her sex. The instant contact was made, and Nancys middle finger
pushed against her colourless tights, seeking to enter her, Crimson Flare
felt a loss of focus. She drew a breath in sharply, and felt her own grip
weaken. GGgglll-hhhggkk! she cried out. So close to victory,
she couldnt weaken now. But her head was spinning.
Crimson Flares heart rate increased, her blood pressure rose, and her
body temperature began to climb: These were three of the criteria programmed
into the electronics of the cell that she had placed in her ear, and the
first series of shocks rattled along her nervous system. Each shock greater
than the last, and quickly the heroine was able to focus her attention on
the matter at hand. Crimson Flare grabbed at her baton, which rolled free
and onto the cold floor of the refrigerator.
The petite form of the Champion of Mitropoulos was on her feet in a second.
She had regained control of her own weapon, and, though visibly unsteady,
the heroine faced Nancy and said, Now youre going to jail.
She pressed on the ends of the telescoping baton to return it to its original
fourteen-inch size. With each second, Crimson felt her strength and confidence
returning. Her gaze had steadied and she kept her eyes focused directly on
her antagonist. With a firm tread, she stepped toward the denim-clad figure
still lying on the floor. With a single gloved hand, the powerful heroine
easily lifted the larger redhead to her feet. There was a hint of a smile
at the corner of Crimson Flares mouth.
The thick metal pipe smashed heavily against the side of the Champions
head, driving her sideways across the refrigerated vault. The force of the
blow almost felled her; she stumbled clumsily as she tried to remain upright
until her body slammed against the rear wall of the locker. Her baton had
dropped from her hand and skittered across the floor, unnoticed, and came
to rest among a small pile of cuttings from resized clothes. The patchwork
of fur was earmarked for decorative uses or for expensive novelty items.
Supported by the hard coldness of the metal wall, Crimson Flare vigorously
shook her head, trying to focus her vision. Before she could accomplish that,
she felt several pairs of rough, strong hands grab her and pull her back
toward the center of the vault. A second blow from the metal pipe drove the
air from her, filling her with agonising pain, when it powered into her abdomen
just below her ribs. Desperately, the staggered Maiden of Mitropoulos sought
to fill her body with a relieving breath of life.
As two pairs of strong hands pulled at each of the masked maids arms,
stretching them as far as they would go, yet another powerful blow battered
the exposed chest of the heroine.
Dazed, pain shooting through her body, the Champion of Mitropoulos planted
her feet firmly on the floor, and then easily pulled the two men who were
attempting to restrain her before her. Though she was still too stunned by
the power and suddenness of the attack to be sure, she thought she recognised
the blonde gang member as the outside guard and the other as the one she
had encountered just inside the rear hallway. They had recovered very quickly
and now they were attempting to use their numerical advantage against the
lovely heroine.
She shook one arm free and with it, shoved one black-garbed figure through
the entry and into the hall. His body crashed heavily into the far wall and
slumped to the floor. But before she could turn on the other muscular gangster
attempting to restrain her, her vision was soaked in red as a fourth stroke
from the thick, heavy metal pipe, this one against the back of her head.
She still had not seen who was wielding the weapon against her. But the power
of this blow was undeniable. Her grip on the hoodlum was broken, and the
avenger fell against him, her arms across his shoulders as if she were preparing
to embrace him. She sighed weakly as she slumped to her knees on the cold
refrigerator floor.
The next blow followed quickly. It came from the rear and hit her squarely
against the side of her head. The beautiful Champion of Women was almost
unconscious as she fell, helpless, to the floor, finally resting on her chest
with her head turned awkwardly to the side. If not for her tremendous strength
and resilience, she would have been unconscious after the second stroke.
The heroines eyes glazed over and Nancy, now standing over her, used
the toe of her boot to lightly push the Champion, unresisting, onto her
back.
The redheaded villainess smiled down on the defeated Maiden of Mitropoulos.
Crimson Flare blinked vigorously, concentrating, trying to focus. The figures
swam before her eyes, but she saw that Nancy and a man with a shaved head,
one who had restrained her a moment earlier, were chatting and laughing together.
They were soon joined by the immense figure of Ape Greystook, likewise smiling
broadly. Over his shoulder, he was holding a heavy iron pipe. It must have
been five feet long and three inches in diameter. Pointing fingers and pointed
stares told the struggling heroine that she was the target of their laughing
and joking. Gradually, sensations began to return to the barely conscious
avenger. A choir of faint, unintelligible, voices flowed over her,
undifferentiated noises that reverberated around in her brain until they
became a mere jumble. She stared up at the trio and didnt respond when
Ape hefted the pipe again, lifting it above his head, holding it with both
hands. But Nancy stopped him. Crimson Flare could see her lips moving, though
she didnt hear the words. The heroine was able to lip read, We
dont want-- before she lost her concentration. Her head slumped
toward the floor and she struggled to return her gaze to the trio above her.
Ape laid the weapon aside and dropped his huge frame down toward the helpless
heroine. With his left hand he almost gently raised up her chin so that she
stared vulnerably at him. Then he drew back his ham fist to a point past
his ear. Crimson Flare only watched as he brought it forcefully to a point
directly between her eyes.
*****
She sighed weakly. At first, she couldnt feel anything.
She was lying on her side. The pressure of the floor against her told her
that.
As she struggled to open her eyes, that last, frightening image came back
to her. Gradually she realised that she was still in the refrigerator. She
could feel the cold. The door was closed and the cold metal of the floor
pierced her skin all the way to her spine.
Her skin! She was naked! She painfully twisted her head and gazed
over her body. What she saw was that her costume had been pulled down off
her shoulders and chest. It remained around her hips, crushed and unrecognisable
as the symbol of Mitropoulos most renowned celebrity.
As more of her senses returned, Crimson Flare became aware that her hands
were tied securely behind her back. At first, she tugged vainly at the ropes.
But eventually, she brought her claw into play as she finally remembered
the tool that had helped her so often.
Shortly, she realised that her hips were gyrating, rubbing back and forth
against the cold metal floor, lifting up and down. As her senses continued
to flood her consciousness with fresh stimuli, she realised that a large
probe had been thrust deep into her, placed there by removing her costume
and tights and then replacing them. Her thighs, tied tightly together with
a rope circling those round and glorious extremities, held it there securely.
Her knees were bent fully back, a short rope connecting her already bound
wrists was tied fast to her black-booted ankles. Yet another rope circled
the highly polished leather. The tautness of these ropes pressed the offending
object deeper into her, and the waves of sensuality passing upward from her
groin disoriented the struggling maiden. She pushed her thighs even more
tightly together, paradoxically, to try to both relieve and maintain the
sensations. The heroines mouth was dry and her breathing harsh. She
could see the fine mist of her breath hang in the air and she realised that
she was getting more and more excited by her predicament. If she were not
inside a refrigerated vault she would be sweating profusely by now. Her breath
caught as her hogtied form rolled forward, bringing her sensitive nipples
into contact with the cold metal floor. The chill raced along her spine,
up and down, until she shook vigorously from her shoulders to her knees.
Ooooohhhh. The cry which escaped her lips was a mixture of agony
and delight. Her frosty breath condensed on the floor. When she pressed her
face down onto the metal, some of the moisture relieved her cracked lips.
She remembered the electronic cell that she wore. Why was it not activated?
Aaaaaahhhhhh. Her sigh was almost inaudible.
Slowly, slowly, the claw sawed its way through the loops of rope that encircled
her wrists. The struggling Champion of Women struggled to maintain her focus
on the task of freeing herself. But the slowness of the process wore on her,
and she found herself pumping her thighs, tightening and releasing the muscles,
pressing them together and releasing them, which made the dildo move inside
her, tickling the sensitive interior of her vagina. Her head spun and her
senses reeled. She could feel the orgasm forming.
From behind the rear wall, she could hear sirens, police cars entering the
alley running behind Venables Furs. It briefly snapped Crimson Flare
from her reverie. But for only a moment. The sensations running through her,
sensations originating from deep within her battered body and her weakened
psyche, were too powerful to deny. The miniature apparatus placed in her
ear had been shattered by one of Apes blows with his iron pipe. Even
if the device were still working, it is unlikely it could have reversed the
impending orgasm.
OO-oo-ooohhh, deeeaarr ggoooddd! Masturbation was something new
to the young woman. The sexual stimulation provided by the device within,
the psychological impetus offered by the tightness of her bonds and helpless
condition, and the tactile stimulation of her mask and costume, the cold
air and the metal floor beneath her all combined to present her imagination
with an uncontrollable sexual frenzy, almost hallucinogenic in its impact.
Oooooohh! Ooooh! Oooh! Ooh! Oh! The pitiful,
excited moans came ever shorter and ever faster from the bound beauty, as
she massaged herself erotically by maneuvering her thighs, causing shifts
in the position of the dildo inside her. Even the most minute movements in
the device could bring about a cascade of sensations through her erogenous
area. As her screams rose both in volume and pitch, she began rocking her
body back and forth on the cold metal floor. The Maiden of Mitropoulos became
more and more excited, and she enjoyed not only the sensations inside her
but also the cold hardness pressing against her petite and very sensitive
breasts and nipples. Every sensation stirred her, every single stimulus
contributed to the rising level of sensuality she felt inside her. Her mind
could focus only on the unrelenting sexual bliss rising inside her. Tears
filled her eyes as she felt her vagina explode under the perfect pleasure
she had created for herself.
OOOOOOOOooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!!!
UUUUuuuuuuuuulllllllggggghhhh!! she shrieked as the fullness
of her feminine sensuality seized her and held on, remorseless, pulling every
last ounce of her strength from her body, tearing open the immense resources
of the emotional repository of a superheroine. She lay on the cold floor,
her juices soaking her tights and her costume, yet the instrument remained
in place, unwavering in its mindless domination of the Champion of Mitropoulos.
The orgasm did not sate the heroine, who continued to massage her interior,
desperately seeking the bliss she has so recently experienced.
But Nancy had a more thorough vengeance in mind against the woman who had
taken her lovers. No sooner had the first orgasm burst from deep within her
than the tip of the probe began to create a new volcano inside her. Nancy
knew that Crimson Flares body could create a multitude of climaxes,
each as powerful as the last. The superhuman sexuality that had been unleashed
in her body, Nancy knew, would not abate, but would heighten in an ever-growing
crescendo.
GGGggggggggggaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhHHHHHllllllggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!
Crimson Flare had been conquered. Tears poured as she wept, the result of
utter bliss seizing control of her mind. Her body quaked, trembled, shook,
as she experienced the fullness of sexual bliss. She heard only the white
noise of a rushing in her ears and she saw only the yellow and red haze that
resulted from a total surrender to her sensuality. She came a second time,
elevating herself beyond anything she had ever known before. She drove her
thighs tighter and tighter together, forcing the now-welcome instrument against
her vaginal walls with greater and greater force.
Crimson Flare, the Heroine of Mitropoulos, the Champion of Women, wracked
her body violently on the floor of the vault, screaming in sexual ecstasy,
twisting and turning herself to achieve yet another orgasm. Her honey soaked
her tights and celebrity costume and dripped out onto the cold floor. The
heaven of sexual bliss was all she understood at that moment. She was completely
unaware when the police opened the door to the vault, followed by the
representatives of the press.
End of Chapter Six
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