When her wrists were freed, Crimson Flare could feel, through a drug-induced\nhaze, the pain diminish in her chest. But the powerful drug did not allow her to\nfocus on her renewed strength, or to use it to escape. She had to struggle to\nraise her head, and as she looked around her, she saw only bare bulbs, naked\nwooden slats in the walls, and dusty furniture.
\nThe sagging form of the Guardian of Mitropoulos sat in the center of the floor.\nHer tights had long been torn from her, ragged remains peeking from beneath her\nall-to-famous costume and from the tops of the scuffed black leather boots; her\nbare legs were drawn up and her body swayed slowly under the bare bulbs\nsuspended from the ceiling. The sequins on the crimson-and-gold uniform\nglittered as reflected light winked off the slowly rocking torso. Her black belt\nloosely circled her waist. The tip of the useless baton touched the hard wood,\nlifting one side of the usually loose-fitting leather strap higher up and away\nfrom her body. Gloved arms hung uselessly to the floor, where hands with fingers\nsplayed rested but provided no support for the battered Champion of Women. The\ntop of her head was covered by the shiny black vinyl cowl and the familiar black\nvinyl mask again concealed her identity. She stared dully at the floor; nothing\naround her seemed to register on her consciousness. Her breathing was shallow,\nand rapid, as if the heroine had just completed a long-distance race, and loud,\nthrough her mouth and rasping in her throat. The exposed areas of her body were\nstreaked in sweat and dirt, all the product of the beatings and rapes she had\nendured since her capture days before. Her shoulders quivered; Crimson Flare had\nlost all pretense of heroism now, and she struggled only to prevent her sobs\nfrom becoming audible.
\nThe floor on which she sat was old and rough, the filthy, bare boards showing\nall the evidence of years of scuffling musicians moving to and from these\nclassrooms and practice rooms. The Maid of Mitropoulos had been driven by\nNancy’s kicks and tugs to one of the larger rehearsal halls. Behind her, against\none of the inner walls of the building, a series of risers, as for a chorus, had\nbeen built into the room’s architecture. Nancy now stood on the second level,\nlooking disdainfully down upon the shattered form of America’s Darling.
\nHow Nancy had longed for this moment! It had taken days to accomplish this! This\nwas the scene of which she had dreamed since Chan had deserted her. Chan had\nleft her—her—for this sequined slut. Now look at her! Right in front of her very\neyes sat the great Crimson Flare, Guardian of Mitropoulos, Maiden of Might. The\nheroine who had defeated the powerful gangs of Mitropoulos, who had killed or\ncaptured some of the smartest and toughest criminals Nancy had ever known or\nheard of. There she was, battered and broken, sitting, helpless, waiting for\nNancy to decide her fate. The redhead had watched the beating and rape of this\nheroine; she had seen her humiliated at Ape’s hands; and she had, in a final\ncoup de grace, injected Chan’s serum into the beaten, battered body of this…\nthis Champion of Women.
\n‘Don’t look a Champion, now, eh, Crimson Flare?’ she taunted. ‘Well, you were\ncertainly never my Champion, anyway, you know.
\n‘But, of course, you knew that, didn’t you? You always knew that there were some\nwho didn’t admire you. A lot of men who saw you as something to be feared, a\nthreat, and who hated you for that.’ She took a step down the elevated platforms\ntoward her prisoner. ‘Did you ever know how many cops despised you? Did you know\nhow many of the top ranks of the Police Department wanted you out of the way?\nHow many of the cops on the streets would have loved to see what I saw these\nlast few days? The GREAT CRIMSON FLARE! Beaten up and raped! By a common\ncriminal! And a stupid one, at that! Man, they would get a laugh out of that.
\n‘What I’m about to do could be considered a public service,’ she said, softer,\nalmost to herself. Wearing her usual blue denim outfit, the redhead took another\nstep down to the floor. She walked slowly around Crimson Flare, like a lioness\nstalking her prey.
\n‘Ape and I used to talk about you, you know. He never saw anything more than a\nsequined twat in a skimpy outfit. He used to talk about beating you, raping you,\nlike it would be the easiest thing in the world. He didn’t understand that you\nwere actually stronger than he was. He couldn’t understand that there was anyone\nwho was stronger than he was.’ She was slowly approaching the small figure from\nbehind.
\n‘Now look at you,’ she laughed. Nancy placed the sole of her boot against\nCrimson’s back and pushed, pushed just hard enough to send her unresisting body\nflat onto the floor. A soft grunt issued from the helpless throat of the\ncostumed heroine. Then the criminal proceeded to again circle her prone nemesis,\ndemeaning her, plotting her demise.
\nCrimson Flare lay on her stomach, her arms stretched straight outward from her\nshoulders. One satin glove had been pulled down, revealing her elbow and the top\nof her forearm. Laying face down on the floor, small movements of her head\nindicated that the heroine was trying to raise her eyes, even though only a\nlittle was registering on her drug-addled brain. The remains of her tights\npeered out from the tops of her black leather boots and from the glittering\nedges of her costume. The colourless tatters softly reflected the harsh light\nfrom the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Her perfect legs were straight and\nspread slightly, offering a view of her petite, magnificent ass.
\nNancy continued to slowly circle her enemy. She stooped at the unresisting\nheroine’s sagging head, where the redhead cupped the avenger’s chin in her right\nhand, pulling the masked face from the floor. Looking deep into the eyes behind\nthe mask, Nancy saw only the beginnings of comprehension faintly glimmering.
\n‘You still don’t really understand how helpless you are. Let’s make it perfectly\nclear.’ She tightened her grip on Crimson’s chin and lifted. The unresisting\nChampion slowly rose up, following Nancy's tight grip, pain shooting through her\nbody. ‘Ed! Morly!’
\nThe denim-clad redhead had raised Crimson Flare almost to her knees by using her\ngrip on the masked girl’s jaw. Now the two henchmen came up behind her. A nod\nfrom Nancy was all they needed to roughly grab her arms and pull her the rest of\nthe way to her feet. Each inflicted a harsh chicken-wing on the petite heroine\nand the two strong men planted their feet firmly, awaiting orders. Her legs\nfailed to support her and her body slumped in the grip of the two hoodlums.\nCrimson simply hung in their grip, almost completely oblivious to Nancy’s\ndiatribe.
\n‘You see, Crimson Slut, right now I hold all the cards. I know that the drug I\ngave you will prevent you from using your strength against us for a long time to\ncome. I know that your desire for sex is stronger now than before, since the\nsexual weakness that we created in you will allow us to take advantage of you\nregardless of your ability to resist. I know that your scruples will not allow\nyou to use your full strength against us in any case. And I know…’ she paused\nand moved closer, pressing her chest against Crimson Flare’s.
\n‘…that is, you showed me earlier…’ Nancy gently tugged the crimson-and-gold\ncostume away from her captive’s chest and reached her hand down the opened top.\n‘…how receptive you were…’ Again, her fingers played across the surface of\nCrimson Flare’s breast, gliding smoothly in small circles around the nipple,\nwhich would begin to harden, Nancy knew.
\n‘…to a little stimulation.’
\nA shudder gripped Crimson Flare’s body. The petite form of the Champion was\nrocked by spasms that she could not control. Her body was beyond the control of\nher drug-clouded mind.
\nWhat gripped her now was created by Nancy’s capacity to raise any victim to\nerotic heights. Nancy’s delicate touch, her facility with the erotic\nsensibilities of both men and women, a result of her experience and her\nknowledge of how precisely to drive any partner to stratospheric levels of\necstasy, all combined to overwhelm the helpless heroine. Even without the drug,\nCrimson would have been hard-pressed to maintain her usual composure. For the\nunwilling young woman, to some extent it was as if she were watching herself\nbeing seduced.
\n‘I think this is going to be fun,’ Nancy said. ‘I’ve waited for this opportunity\nfor months. Your death will be delayed only long enough for me to enjoy it. And\nI look forward to enjoying it for a long, long time’ She looked at her henchmen\nwho held the unresisting avenger. ‘Morly, get the camera! And Ed, you’re about\nto be rewarded. You and I will get her first.’ The shaven-headed giant smiled at\nhis forlorn partner. ‘Morly, when we're through, you'll have her all to\nyourself.’ This seemed to mollify the other thug, as he smiled at the prospect.
\nOne hulking hoodlum left the room but quickly returned with a camera as large as\nthose used at local TV stations for their news coverage. Morly hefted it onto\nhis shoulder and squinted through the viewer, lining up the opening shot. He\nseemed to be adept at using the equipment, as he made a few small adjustments to\nensure focus and clarity. He handed a microphone to Nancy, who indicated that he\nshould begin his take with Crimson Flare’s boots. As Morly panned up the\nrestrained, quivering form of Mitropoulos’ Guardian, Nancy spoke clearly and\nrapidly into the mike.
\n‘You no doubt recognise this heroine, even before you see her masked face and\ncowled head. Yes, dear viewers, this is America’s Darling, the Maid of\nMitropoulos… Crimson Flare. But I doubt you’ve ever seen her like this. Watch,\ngentle viewers, and see the true nature of your heroine.’ She set microphone\naside and ordered Ed, ‘Strip her! Then put her there!’ She pointed to a table,\nlarge enough to be a ping-pong table, but thickly padded. Around the edges of\nthe blue surface, a single flat cushion about two inches thick formed a smooth\nperimeter.
\nMorly kept the camera at a distance so as to capture the entire spectacle, only\nzooming in on the appropriate regions of the heroine’s body as they were\nrevealed. For his part, Ed, at first self-conscious about being on-camera,\nfumbled as he undid the black leather belt that rested on top of her hips. He\nhad to push the unresisting heroine up against the wall behind her to finally\nremove it and the holster holding her charged weapon. That done, he quickly\npulled the glittering uniform off Crimson Flare’s body. Once again, the Maid of\nMitropoulos found herself naked before her enemies, save for the tattered\nremains of her colourless tights. Then even those forlorn remains were torn from\nthe humbled Champion, as Ed completed his task. The unseen audience that was\nexpected to view the heroine’s defeat and torment was given extreme close-ups of\nfirst her breasts and then the dark brown hair that covered her sex. Morly’s\ncamera dwelt on the latter in particular. Nancy’s shaven-headed accomplice, Ed,\nthen rushed the powerless Champion of Women toward the table. As he neared the\npadded pedestal, he simply tossed the hapless heroine toward the waiting\nsurface. When she landed, on her back, the pain shooting through her ribs was so\nsevere that it pierced her clouded brain. Crimson Flare winced visibly. Morly’s\ncamera caught the pained expression on her face, then slowly panned down her\nbody.
\n‘Get as much as you can to make clear that she is the real Crimson Slut, Morly.\nI want to post pictures on CRIMNET and make copies of the video for sale. We\nhave a built-in audience.’ Nancy walked directly to the black bag that sat on\nthe floor. She picked it up and carried it to the table where Ed stood guard\nover the dazed heroine. Reaching in, the redheaded criminal removed, one after\nanother, a collection of menacing instruments whose purpose was at present\nunclear. ‘I think you’ll enjoy this,’ she said quietly. Neatly setting the\nimplements in a row along the edge of the table, she looked like an operating\nroom nurse preparing instruments for surgery.
\n‘Hold her arms!’ The large goon at the head of the table immediately obeyed,\nstretching Crimson’s arms outward and upward in a sort of crucifix. By extending\nher arms like that, pain again shot through the avenger’s ribs. The combination\nof the drug and the release from her bonds may have reduced the agony, but the\nhelpless heroine nevertheless could feel shafts of white pain wrapping around\nher chest. While her captive was thus restrained, Nancy plucked up a collar, to\nwhich was attached a long leather thong, barbed with small metal studs. In a\nmatter of moments, it tightly circled the soft and lovely throat of the masked\nmaiden. Through the haze that was only too slowly clearing, the beautiful\nGuardian of Mitropoulos felt her airways constricted and she gagged. And she\nalso could feel the first barbs of coming humiliation. Morly continued capturing\nthe entire event.
\n‘Kinda tight, isn’t it, superheroine? Pain is not registering much on your\nconsciousness now, so I figured that, in order to get your attention, I needed\nto threaten you with something else.’ She pulled at the leash, raising the\nChampion toward her. Weakly, Crimson tried to pull free of the powerful arms\nthat restrained her own, to get her fingers under the collar that ringed her\nneck. Unable to do so, her breathing became deeper, harsher. Beneath her mask,\nher eyes widened. Not knowing what was happening, she tried to speak.
\n‘No,’ she whispered. ‘Help… me.’
\nShe was not in real danger of dying, of course. Nancy would certainly not allow\nthat. But America’s Darling believed that she was being starved of oxygen and\neven the painful broken rib did not stop her from gasping for every breath.\nNancy first smiled, and then chuckled at the heroine’s desperation.
\n‘Let’s see what else we have for decoration,’ she said, her eyes passing over\nthe collection of options before her. ‘Ah, yes.’ She picked up a pair of nipple\nclamps connected by a silver chain. The redhead placed the first clamp over the\nlight pink nipple that centered the aureole on the near side of the Champion’s\nchest. Screwing the clamp tight, Nancy smiled as the organ reddened. The camera\ncontinued to capture the degradation of the Champion of Mitropoulos.
\n‘Aaaaaahhhhhhhh,’ America’s Darling sighed. ‘Please… ple-please, don't do… thi…\nthis.’ Morly smiled, as he knew the camera mike had captured the pleas from the\ndefeated young woman.
\n‘Oh, my dear, I’m just starting.’ The camera mike picked up Nancy’s soft\nresponse clearly. Through the lens, Morly watched the tight denim stretch across\nCrimson’s weakly struggling form. Morly focused on Nancy’s hands as she placed\nthe second tit into the waiting clamp. The criminal leader seemed to thoroughly\nenjoy tightening the clamp around the unresisting nodule. The light pink quickly\nturned a brighter red, as the cameraman changed the focus from Nancy’s pale hand\nas it darted out of the frame to the round swelling that topped Crimson Flare’s\nbreast. He tracked along the silver chain that lay across the petite heroine’s\nchest. Nancy’s hand re-entered the frame as she fingered its tiny links. ‘Yes,\nthis is just the beginning,’ she said. The silver links disappeared into her\nfist as the denim-clad villainess gripped the dangling chain. ‘They only look\ndainty,’ she said, pulling upward and stretching the heroine’s round mounds into\na more elliptical shape so that they almost filled the frame.
\n‘Ngg-uugghhh!’ Crimson Flare moaned. Morly quickly pulled back to capture more\nof the pained heroine.
\n‘They’re actually quite strong. Here. I’ll prove it to you.’ And Nancy pulled\nthe heroine all the way up to a sitting position as her henchman released her\narms. There was a sharp intake of breath from the Champion of Women. ‘Ooh, I'm\nsorry,’ Nancy smiled toothily. ‘Did that hurt?’ Morly tried to control himself.\nHe realised that the images and sounds he was capturing were worth their weight\nin gold.
\n‘Your susceptibility to pain is returning earlier than I expected. But are you\ncoordinated enough to fight back?’ She reached out her hand and slapped the\nheroine across the face. The sound of the blow echoed in the large rehearsal\nhall. The sound even jarred Morly’s image as the force of the blow surprised\neven him. But he should not have been surprised by anything Nancy did,\nparticularly in her treatment of this captive.
\nThe camera continued to roll and, out of camera range, Ed began to remove his\npants.
\nCrimson Flare tried to raise her hand to defend herself, but it only plopped\ninto her lap. When Nancy slapped her a second time, even more forcefully, it\nrose only a few inches before falling, useless, back to rest atop her bare\nthighs. ‘No, I guess not,’ Nancy answered her own question.
\n‘Good. Come with me.’ The redhead now simply pulled the unresisting Maiden of\nMitropoulos from the table. Crimson Flare stumbled over the blue perimeter and\ndropped clumsily to her knees on the floor. Morly followed closely, capturing\nwhat he imagined would be the utter humiliation of Crimson Flare. The Champion\nof Women cried out as Nancy maintained her grip on the links she was using as a\nhandle on the superheroine. The redhead viciously pulled Crimson back to her\nknees. Still confounded by Chan’s serum, the masked Maiden was unable to resist.\n‘No,’ she whispered. ‘D—don’t. Oh, god, don’t.’ Ed followed, awaiting his\ndesired opportunity; Morly also followed, circling, capturing the full extent of\nthis spectacle.
\n‘Oh, yes,’ came the reply. ‘There’s lots of pleasure and pain in your future,\nheroine.’ Morly was ever so grateful that he had remembered to engage the\nbuilt-in microphone on the camera’s front.
\nThe redheaded sadist now began pulling downward on the silver chain that hung\nbetween the breasts of her captive. ‘Down, you bitch,’ she ordered, as she\ncontinued to drag the heroine lower. ‘Kiss my boot!’
\nCrimson Flare bowed before her tormentor, pulled down by the clamps that\nsecurely held her nipples. Though Nancy, too, went to one knee as she dragged\nher enemy downward, Crimson Flare, dazed and powerless, lowered herself before\nher enemy. Pleased with her opponent’s posture, Nancy released her hold in the\nchain and took up the leash that dangled from Crimson Flare’s neck. Wrapping it\naround her hand, she yanked the heroine’s head toward her dusty tan boot. ‘Kiss\nit, Crimson Slut.’
\nEven through the effects of the drug that compelled her, Crimson Flare began to\nfeel a sharp pain in her chest.
\nUnable to resist, the masked face of the Champion of Women dipped toward the\nfloor. Morly knelt to capture the moment, knowing it would make this video a\ntreasured collector’s piece.
\nCrimson Flare’s face closed toward the well-worn footwear of her tormentor.\nAbove her, she heard the order, ‘Kiss it, Crimson Slut. You’ve lost! You’re\nbeaten! Let everybody see it! I’ve beaten Crimson Flare!!’ Nancy’s eyes, madly\nwild, shone as she wrapped the leash around and around her grip.
\nIt was inevitable that the helpless Maiden of Mitropoulos should finally bring\nher lips to the dirty leather. As soon as contact was made, Nancy screamed at\nher captive, ‘Kiss it, you bitch!! Kiss my boot!!’ Morly’s camera caught the\nslight puckering of Crimson Flare’s lips as she did so.
\nBecause of Chan’s serum, which disoriented the mind but also subordinated the\nwill, the heroine was faintly aware of what she was doing, but ultimately so\ndazed that she could not resist the command. When Nancy shouted an order to kiss\nit again, the deed, having been done once, was only a little easier the second\ntime.
\n‘Now,’ the sadistic redhead whispered harshly, ‘lick it clean.’ Morly’s focus\npushed in closer as Crimson Flare’s tongue, first tentatively, then with\nincreasing eagerness, performed the commanded task. When the organ receded into\nher mouth, the heroine could only swallow the offending detritus without\ncomplaint. Morly’s camera captured the instant in a tight close-up of the\nvictim’s face.
\nThe masked Champion tasted the gritty sediment as her tongue passed across the\ntan leather; the dirt and smears disappeared and line after line of aged but\npristine leather replaced it. Again and again, Crimson Flare, Guardian of\nMitropoulos, Champion of Women, pressed her face close to her enemy’s foot,\nmouth wider and tongue stretched further each time she renewed her demeaning\nactivity.
\nNancy laughed triumphantly as she stared, almost unbelieving. Chan’s serum had\nshown evidence of breaking the will of the men it had been tested on, but they\nhad usually been able to eventually resume their roles, at least until they\ndied. But this! Crimson Flare had the strength of a dozen men. And yet… and yet\nshe was obeying without question. Could it be because she was a woman? The stuff\nhad never been tested on a woman.
\nCrimson Flare pressed her face around the sides of Nancy’s boot, still licking\naway the dust and filth accumulated on the leather. Morly followed her actions\nclosely, recording completely the victory of his mistress.
\nShe loosened her grip on the leash, allowing herself to stand erect before the\ndefeated heroine. She whispered to Morly, ‘Get all of this,’ and the cameraman\npulled back to capture the full image of conqueror and victim.
\n‘Good, Crimson Slut. Now, the other,’ she ordered.
\nThe naked Champion slowly shifted her effort to the other boot. Her small form\nseemed even more pitiful as her masked face, pressed against the leg of Nancy’s\nblue denim jeans, served now only as a reminder of her former power and\ncelebration. It brushed lightly against her adversary’s leg, as she licked again\nand again the filth and dirt from the light brown boot. When she had finished,\nshe vacantly looked up toward the face of her tormentor. She rested on her\nelbows and knees, her naked body swaying under the bare bulbs hanging from the\nceiling. The Champion was relieved that the ache in her chest had diminished\nnow.
\nBut even Morly was shocked by the suddenness of Nancy’s next move. The redhead\nleveled a powerful kick directly at the head of the still-swaying heroine, which\nstruck her cheekbone. The petite body of Crimson Flare was thrown violently to\nthe floor, where she lay, uncomprehending, stunned, beaten.
\n‘Ed.’ Nancy was removing her own jeans as the shaven-headed hoodlum approached.\nDespite their tightness, she pulled herself free of them with surprising ease. A\nsoft red tuft, unevenly shaven, stood out beneath her blue jacket. ‘Lift her\nup.’
\nEd easily lifted the unresisting form of the crimefighter to her feet. Her naked\nbody rested against his large chest, her masked face lolling to one side.\nCrimson Flare’s petite form rested on the two-inch heels of her scuffed and\nbattered black boots. Her legs, spread wide, angled up from the floor, and her\nbody sagged in the grip of the large man who secured her arms and shoulders. Her\nmasked face and cowled head slowly rolled forward and back, side to side. Morly\ncaptured the image of the helpless Champion of Women, being careful not to press\ntoo closely with his camera. ‘Ooohh, god,’ he heard her whisper, the muted moan\nissuing from her still-red lips. As her head swayed and lolled, at the corners\nof her mouth the camera momentarily picked out evidence of the dirt she had\nswept from her conqueror’s boots. However, the bruises that had earlier marred\nthat beautiful face were by this time healed, Morly saw. Her skin was shiny with\nsweat and grimy with filth gained in the mistreatment she had endured since her\ncapture. The glistening silver chain and nipple clamps seemed too bright to be\nappropriate on this battered and debased figure. Morly’s lens swept down her\nbody, focusing on the evidence of Nancy’s domination. The redhead, clearly at\nhome parading her shaven pussy in front of these men, quickly moved to the\ncollection of sex toys she had laid out earlier. Returning quickly to her\nhelpless victim, Nancy strapped the 14-inch black dildo into place around her\nown groin. It appeared that the heroine’s trial was not yet over.
\nOne black leather strap wrapped around her hips, allowing the obscene object to\nlie on top of her red muff. Two other leather belts were secured around the tops\nof her thighs and would hold it firmly in place while it did its work. While\nNancy completed the small task of securing the probe to herself, Morly’s camera\ncontinued to gaze unblinking at the trapped heroine. Still dazed, Crimson Flare\nwas barely aware of her new ordeal. Through unfocused eyes the masked girl\nwatched as the smiling Nancy passed into Morly’s frame. When Nancy’s finger\npressed against her captive’s clit and rubbed roughly against her labia, the\nChampion of Women was roused from her stupor, but unable to free herself from\nEd, who still held her arms tightly. The camera watched as America’s Darling\nseemed to slowly become aware of the penetration. Her efforts to resist the new\nattack stimulated the large hoodlum behind her, his erection already taking\nshape against the unprotected cheeks of the Guardian of Mitropoulos.
\n‘Pleasure and pain, heroine. Pleasure and pain.’ Nancy held the fourteen-inch\ndildo in her left hand, as if aiming it at the vulnerable entrance to her\nvictim. ‘Pleasure and pain,’ she said again. ‘My pleasure, your pain. Hold her,\nEd!
\n‘I go in first,’ Nancy ordered, and Ed paused. ‘Lift her up and put her on me.’\nNancy maneuvered the black dildo into place at the entrance to Crimson Flare’s\ndefenseless sex. Behind the heroine, the large thug pulled up on her arms and\nshoulders using the double chicken wing he had locked on her. ‘NNnngggghhhkkk!’\nshe moaned weakly, the pain from her injured ribs cutting through the haze.
\nEd might have eased the masked heroine onto the long black probe that Nancy\noffered, but in fact, his own erection, already pressed between the round,\nmuscular cheeks of the young woman, had already reached the point of pain. He\nknew that his time was limited if he were to enjoy the fruits of this victory.\nEven Morly, trying to maintain a distance between himself and the event he was\nfilming, squinting through the eyepiece to capture the full extent of the\nChampion’s disgrace, felt a distant tingling in his own manhood. This was the\nmost unbelievable thing he had ever witnessed!
\nIn his haste, Ed began forcing the petite heroine onto his mistress’ piece, in\norder that he could begin pressing his own engorged self into the helpless young\nwoman all the sooner. The only true victim of this haste was the powerless\nChampion of Women.
\n‘NNnnnggggggGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHH!!’
\nThe black dildo was pushed deep into the dry, resisting vagina. Crimson Flare\ncould almost feel tissue tearing inside her. Only the tips of her black leather\nboots touched the floor.
\nMorly caught the entire scene. He was pulling back to a wider frame as Ed pushed\nCrimson Flare’s helpless form onto the rigid probe strapped to the redhead. As\nNancy pressed herself against the heroine, and the dildo made its way deep\ninside the vulnerable sex, he closed in and focused on the masked face of the\nheroine. The shriek that issued from her surprised him, but he continued to film\nthe scene.
\nCrimson Flare seemed to be suspended on the obscene object, almost unconscious,\nunresisting, completely devoid of any evidence of life. Her naked body slumped\nforward, resting against Nancy’s shoulder, her arms now hanging uselessly at her\nsides as Ed tried to double her humiliation by pressing his own member between\nthe cheeks behind.
\nIt might have been the terror-filled shriek or the difference in size between\nhis engorged member and Crimson Flare’s entry that was available to him, but,\nwhatever the reason, Ed failed to place himself inside the heroine before the\ncombined effects of tactile stimulation (rubbing himself against the smooth\nsurface of her skin), his own adolescent imaginings—very colourful, they\nwere—and the immense buildup of pressure within his genitals created a massive\nejaculation, spewing his seed across Crimson Flare’s bare cheeks and up her\nexposed back. Morly didn’t quite capture all of the moment, though the\nproducts—the streaks of white fluid sticking gamely to her, Ed’s shocked\ndisappointment—were clearly captured by his camera. And, truth be told, Morly\nsomewhat enjoyed Ed’s failure. It would, in fact, make his own coupling with the\nheroine, still to come, all the more enjoyable, he thought.
\nNancy, meantime, continued to press the black probe deep into her victim. She\nsavoured the dead weight of the naked girl as it lay against her. So, she\nthought, this was the Champion of Women, the costumed twat who had taken two of\nthe men she had so carefully cultivated to arrange for her own rise in the\nunderworld. She swung her hips rapidly, shaking the heroine who hung suspended\non the dildo in front of her. From somewhere inside the helpless woman gurgled a\nsound of pain and helplessness. The redhead looked into the grimace that was the\nface of her victim and saw a broken spirit: eyes closed behind the still-shiny\nblack mask, nostrils flared, mouth hanging agape, filth still clinging at the\ncorners and a curdle of saliva rolling off her tongue onto her jaw. Nancy felt\nthe leather boots of Crimson Flare pressing against the back of her thighs as\nCrimson Flare tried to ease the pressure and pain inside herself by lifting her\nbody upward. Oh, no, Nancy thought. It’s not going to be that easy. Nothing’s\ngoing to be easy for you ever again, bitch.
\nWhen she narrowed her stance, Nancy felt the cool leather slide from her. Once\nagain the Champion was suspended in the grip of her enemies and supported on the\n14-inch rod that was attached to Nancy’s pelvis. As the boots slipped down her\nlegs, Nancy heard a very satisfying ‘NNnnmmmmggggghhhh!’ emerge from the\navenger. Yes, she thought, satisfied, pleasure and pain, heroine.
\nNancy felt the body of her victim begin to fall away from her. ‘Ed!’ she\nordered. ‘Support her shoulders!’
\nFlustered by his premature ejaculation that had spent his wad and shriveled his\nmanhood, which now hung limply, Ed first looked up uncomprehendingly at his\nmistress. Slowly, recognition formed and the large shaven-headed criminal\nreached out to place his arms under the shoulders and back of the battered young\nwoman. As he felt the satin smoothness of her back, clumps of his own sticky\nfluids notwithstanding, he felt a new rising in himself. He rested her cowled\nhead against his stomach and stared down at the disguised features. He watched\nas it slowly rocked back and forth, as if trying to deny what was happening. Her\nstill-red lips formed the word ‘No’ again and again as she sagged between her\ntwo enemies.
\nThe brave but battered Champion of Women struggled through the haze that\nsurrounded her. She could feel her strength, could feel it latent in her, but\nshe was not able to call on it to rescue her. Bewildered by the undifferentiated\nstimuli that pressed in on her, she was utterly unable to understand what was\nhappening to her: the intense pain from her sex, where it seemed that something\nwas tearing away at her insides; the other pain wrapping itself around her\nchest; the hands that grabbed at her body, trying to direct her first this way,\nthen that; the yellow and white lights, and the golden rings that circled them,\nthat seemed to sway from the ceiling; the taste of dried blood that would not go\naway and the sensations of muck that seemed to fill her mouth; that other bright\nlight, the one that seemed to be circling her, moving in on her face and her\nbody, then moving away only to reappear moments later.
\nOne of the reasons for Crimson Flare’s success had been her clear-headed\napproach any predicament. Stacy had often told her that she was smarter than\nalmost any of the enemies she would encounter; ‘stupid people always out-fuck\nsmart people’; but if she kept a clear head, she would solve any problem.\nHowever, Chan’s drug had clouded her thinking and, as a bonus, had dragged away\nher will. Thus, nothing that was happening to her was clear. She could only\nrecognise what her senses told her, that she could neither grasp nor control\nwhat was happening. The pain, the exhaustion, the lights, the pawing at her\nbody: all of these had confused the heroine and would not allow for a response.\nAll she could hope for was to clear her brain and begin to fight her way back.
\nStacy had taught her how she could use pain. It could cleanse distractions away,\nor it could be a distraction itself. In the back of her mind, the Maid of\nMitropoulos decided that the pain inside her, the tearing, ripping sensation\nthat seemed to go deep into her womb, could be used to clear away all the lesser\ndiversions and become a focus. It would take what keenness remained in her mind,\nall that she could draw upon against the power of Chan’s evil mixture. It was\nthis focus that produced the shriek that so surprised her attackers.
\n‘GGGggnnnhhhhhh-hhhrrrruuuuuhhhhssssshhhhhhhkkkkkk!!’
\nTo Nancy, as well as to her henchmen, the ungodly sound marked the beginning of\nthe end of Crimson Flare. It meant that resistance would only diminish as the\nbeaten heroine slowly felt her life ebbing from her. It was the sound of their\ntriumph.
\nThere she was, naked except for her mask and cowl, gloves and boots, suspended\non the 14-inch rod that was attached to Nancy’s hips. If not for Ed’s support at\nher back, this Champion of Women would be poised upside down, head to the floor.\nWhat Nancy saw in her face was the definition of defeat. Not even the mask could\nhide the extent of Nancy’s victory: pain, confusion, even panic. Now driven to\nexultation, the redhead began a rhythmic, circular movement with her hips, at\nfirst slowly pressing herself deeper and deeper into the masked Maiden, smiling\nas each forward motion elicited a weak groan from America’s Darling. But the\nslow, grinding action gradually increased in speed and pressure, aided by Ed’s\ngrip on the battered girl’s torso and shoulders. With each cycle, she pushed\nherself further into her victim. Crimson Flare’s legs involuntarily straightened\nas her insides felt as if they were being torn away, the scuffed black leather\nglinting as it swayed in the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Her arms hung\nuseless, their only movement the result of the constant banging the petite body\nof Crimson Flare absorbed from her attacker.
\nEd felt his erection return, but the body he supported was now in no position\nfor him to enter. He could feel the pressure again building within him,\nstrengthened by the tactile and visual stimulation of the woman’s form that he\nheld. In agony, he decided to plead his case. ‘Nancy?’ he queried softly. ‘Can\nwe put her down?’
\nWithout answering, the gangland Queen slowly dropped to her knees, bringing\nAmerica’s Darling down with her and allowing the shaven-headed criminal to ease\nthe unresisting body of the Avenger of Mitropoulos to the floor. Nancy continued\nto push herself ever deeper into the battered pussy of her enemy, and centimeter\nby centimeter, the long black dildo disappeared into the beaten heroine. Ed,\ngamely holding his own, fairly leapt to straddle the beaten girl and pressed his\nby-now-pained and engorged manhood into her mouth. The fresh provocation\nprovided by the soft lips and tongue pressing against his member was more than\nany man could stand. No sooner had those thrilling stimuli touched his organ\nthan he shot his new load. This second emission was as large as the first. Large\nenough to fill Crimson Flare’s mouth and run down the back of her throat, where\nthe tip of Ed’s prick was pressed. Large enough that even before a fit of\ncoughing gripped the helpless Maiden, white fluid appeared running out of the\ncorners of her mouth, mixing with the caked filth from Nancy’s boots. The first\nweak hacking failed to expel him and Crimson Flare—Champion of Women, powerful\nProtector of Mitropoulos—feebly spit up Ed’s manhood. More and more of his cum\ndribbled from her mouth and even from her nose, covering the exposed part of\nface with a white film. The effect, Morly saw through his camera, was yet\nanother signal of the avenger’s defeat. Ed’s kneeling form sagged as he heaved\nin utter exhaustion. Removing himself from her mouth by simply elevating his\nhips, he placed his clenched fists, knuckles downward, on opposite sides of\nCrimson Flare’s slowly rocking head. He stared at her, his heart pounding in his\nchest.
\nMeanwhile, Morly moved deftly around the threesome, always keeping the beaten\nand battered figure of Crimson Flare in his frame. From somewhere behind Ed’s\nexhausted form, Nancy’s voice ordered, ‘Ed. Move off of her. Let Morly get\nthis!’ The thug simply tumbled from his victim. Off-camera, Morly could hear him\ngasping for breath.
\nWhat that camera captured next was Nancy lifting the hips of Crimson Flare from\nthe floor by elevating the dildo at her hips. The heroine had no more control\nover what was happening to her now than Morly did. The redheaded moll had\npressed almost the entire length of the black probe into the small girl lying\nbefore her and was now alternately raising and lowering the lower body of her\nvictim by maneuvering her own hips and the strapped-on obscenity. Were it not\nfor the agonised groans that accompanied these movements, the actions would have\nseemed almost cartoonish. Nancy, her eyes wide and her mouth spread in a\nghoulish grin, supported herself on her knees. Her hands held the girl’s hip[s,\nbut only served to steady the petite form as it rose and fell. Nancy’s hips\nmoved forward and back, raised and lowered, and always the defeated form of\nCrimson Flare followed her, attached by the loathsome object that Nancy had\nsecured to her hips.
\nPain was completely surrounding Crimson Flare by this time. Stacy’s advice to\nfind the center of that pain and use it for her own purposes was not an\nalternative to the hapless heroine. All that was left to her now was to accept\nthe punishment doled out by her antagonist, and then…
\nAnd then, what? The Champion’s mind had slowly begun to clear. She could still\nfeel her strength, latent within her. But it was useless against the torture\nthat was being inflicted on her. The agony that accompanied the tearing of her\ninsides and the less painful counterpoint in her ribs combined created a sense\nof utter helplessness. The heroine saw nothing, heard only the echoing laughter\nof her enemies, smelled and tasted the salty cum from her most recent attack,\nmixed with the grit and blood from her earlier defeats; and she felt pain,\nunendurable, unending pain. How, her brain tried to form the question, could she\nescape?
\nIt was many minutes before Nancy withdrew the black object from her victim.\nCrimson Flare’s barely conscious body lay supine on the floor. Her legs were\nspread, but her knees were bent, so that they formed something like a diamond,\nor a figure-4. Her arms were extended full out from her body, as in a crucifix.\nHer body itself was covered in filth and sweat, and even blood was visible at\nthe entrance to her battered sex. Her petite chest slowly rose and fell as she\ngasped for breath. A deep blue-black blotch marred the otherwise perfect skin of\nher torso, indicating where Ape’s kicks had done their most severe damage. Her\nshiny black leather boots were badly scuffed, but evidences of their earlier\nhigh polish could still be readily seen, especially high up on the girl’s\ncalves, where the boots fit like a second skin. Her crimson satin gloves still\ncovered her hands and forearms, but only one extended over the elbow now, the\nother crushed toward her wrist. Very faint remains of the track marks from her\nearlier ordeal in the subway could still be seen there. Her black vinyl mask\nreflected the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling, its high gloss undiminished.\nBehind the mask her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled in their sockets,\nunfocussed. Likewise, the vinyl cowl covered her hair and the top of her head,\nshining in the light. But the exposed areas of the face of America’s Darling\nshowed the magnitude of her defeat. Around her still-red lips the combination of\ncaked dirt, saliva, and semen formed an uneven crusty halo, reaching down her\nchin and even toward her nostrils. The incrustation was a faint grey-brown in\ncolour, its rough surface highlighting the soft and kissable lips they ringed.
\nMorly took up his camera again, having satisfied his own desires with the\nheroine, and added a final long pan across her body, ending with a shot of her\nface, and pulling back to a single shot of the broken and defeated heroine. As\nhe began to shut down the video, Nancy came up behind him. ‘Wait a moment,’ she\nsaid quietly. ‘We’re not finished yet.’
\nWhat more, thought the cameraman, can we do to her?
\n‘Let’s start with this. Make sure you get it, Morly.’ Nancy reached down and\neasily pulled the black vinyl mask from Crimson Flare’s face.
\nEnd of Chapter Ten
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