‘OOOhhhh, god.’ The heroine felt the tumult race through her groin.
\nNancy watched as Crimson Flare raised and lowered her hips, again and again,\ntrying to drive an imaginary prick ever deeper into her screaming sex. The\nredhead smiled as she reached out and placed her fingers against the enlarged\nclit, and began lightly striking at the hypersensitive organ.
\n‘OOOoooohhhhhaaaaaagggggghhhhh!’ America’s Darling cried out as the fantasy\nreached home.
\nThe girl in denim used the fingers of her left hand to pull the taut spandex of\nthe avenger’s costume away from her body. She reached the fingers of her right\nhand underneath, where she found the dampness had actually soaked through the\nnylon tights that covered her still-quivering sex. At the slightest touch of the\nredhead’s fingers, the masked heroine’s torso leapt upward; the lightest scratch\nwas magnified by her imaginings to be a monstrous probe pressing into her most\nprivate area.
\nAs Nancy gazed into the eyes that stared blankly out from behind the black mask,\nshe saw tears forming as the heroine’s breathing caught again and again. Crimson\nFlare sobbed heavily as the sensuality gushed again from her, unabashed and\nunabated.
\nCrimson Flare quivered with a demonic ecstasy. This was her fullest fantasy.\nBound, powerless, helpless, unable to use her great strength to defend herself,\nyet still very conscious of that great strength; the heroine flexed her muscles\nand filled her lungs—she felt her strength as her costume tightened against the\ncurvature of her petite form: she felt the spandex as it played against her\nbody. She looked down and saw the glittering uniform in the bright lights of the\nroom; she saw it for the first time as criminals did—tightly clinging to her\nbody, showing off every crevice, every detail, from the nodules that capped her\nround breasts to the small but defined cleft at her groin, showing off the\nfeminine features that she had used to her advantage throughout her\ncrimefighting career. She felt the tactile stimulation of the costume against\nher skin: the tight-fitting spandex hugged her torso, cupping her breasts,\npressing tightly against her flesh from her collar to her groin; she was aware\nof the coolness of the synthetic fabric as it highlighted her body; the\nshimmering nylon of her tights, holding her shapely legs in a luminescent grip,\nshowing off both their muscularity and their round softness; even the shiny\nwarmth of her black leather boots. Everything that made her Crimson Flare was\nexulted in her imagination as it was magnified by her very helplessness against\nthe woman standing over her. The defenseless heroine could feel the tingling\ninside her as helplessness played its role in her sexual excitement.
\n‘Ooohh, dear god.’ The beautiful masked maiden was breathing heavily. Sweat ran\nin rivulets from her face and neck. She could still feel the fullness in her\ngroin that indicated that her sexual fever had not yet run its course. She\nplunged, insofar as she could within the limits imposed by the ropes around her,\nseeking yet again that imaginary prick that would satisfy her. Slowly,\nrhythmically, she circled her hips on that illusory probe; she felt it growing\nwithin her, reaching out toward her fullest fruit. Then she thrust herself upon\nthe dreamed penis again, hoping that its length would satisfy the lust that was\nconsuming her. She stiffened her back, seeking to press herself against this\nfantasy.
\n‘Uuuuuggghhhh—kkklllllhhhh!’
\nBut no imagined act, no desire, could provide the fulfillment she sought. She\nsighed deeply, the emptiness of her masturbatory reverie evident in the groan.
\nNancy’s hand again raised the Champion’s expectations. As the redhead’s fingers\nplayed over her enlarged organs, both on top of and beneath the tight,\nglittering costume, Crimson Flare sought a final release from the dream that had\nseized her.
\n‘NNnnn—ngguhh! NNnnn—ngguhh! NNnnn—ngguhh!’ With each stroke, the perspiring\nChampion of Mitropoulos drove herself upward in a spiral of bliss, only to be\nfrustrated by a failure to reach fulfillment.
\nNancy furthered this spiral by playing her lips across the face of the avenger,\nkissing and licking her. Her expert tongue played across the red lips of the\nheroine, sensing the cracked dryness arising from Crimson’s rapture. Nancy drew\nthe lips into her own mouth, nibbling them lightly, first the lower lip, then\nthe upper. She enjoyed torturing the heroine. It appeared to Nancy that—whoever\nshe was—she was relatively inexperienced sexually. This allowed the redhead an\nopportunity to exploit the willingness of her victim to surrender much for very\nlittle.
\nNancy stood up. She watched Crimson Flare continue to gyrate on the table in\nfront of her. The avenger’s body, though petite, was admirable, and its\nmuscularity and suppleness made it enticing as it writhed sensually up and down\nand in a circular motion in front of her. The girl in denim took up a small,\nsharp knife and placed her free hand over the crimson-and-gold sequins of the\nmasked avenger’s groin. Nancy leaned forward and whispered in the heroine’s ear,\ntrying to soothe her, to slow her motion and reduce her emotion. The redhead\ngently patted her victim’s pubis, speaking soft, calming words. ‘Poor baby,’ she\nwhispered, ‘so much desire, and no one to care for you.’ She guessed that the\nheroine was unattached, probably because she was fearful of sharing her secret\nwith others. ‘Trust me, Darling, you can trust me.’ She kissed her lightly on\nthe temple.
\nAs the heroine relaxed and her movement slowed, Nancy tenderly pulled the\nuniform aside and reached the knife toward the shiny colourless tights that were\nrevealed. The sharp tip sliced neatly through the nylon fibres, but Nancy’s\nexpert technique spared what lay beneath. Once a small cut had been made, the\ntall redhead put the knife aside and put her index finger into the hole she had\nmade.
\nThe tearing of the nylon echoed in the small room. And the intrusion of Nancy’s\nfinger into the ready sex reawakened the recently quieted sensuality tingling\nthere. Her index finger moved down the entire length of her quivering, sopping\nvagina and the moan that emerged as soon as those skilled fingers pressed\nagainst the captive girl told Nancy that the heroine’s repressed sexuality was\ncoming to the surface.
\n‘Ooooohh, ggggo-oddd! OOOHH, GGOOODDD!
\nLynn set aside all the notes she had taken on the police band events of the\nevening. When Crimson Flare returned, she thought to herself, there would be a\nfull record of how much the heroine was needed—needed—by the Mitropoulos police.\nHow many people could say they were actually needed?
\nBut she was concerned about all of those calls. One after another, the police\ncalls had told the story: They were being overwhelmed by the rash of burglaries,\nbreak-ins, holdups, and other crimes. One after another they had called for\nreinforcements and pleaded with control to find Crimson Flare.
\nWhat if Ape—or any other criminal—had heard those calls? He would know that\nCrimson Flare was not in those areas of Mitropoulos under attack. And sometimes,\nknowing where your enemy was not was a very important piece of information. She\ndecided that she must communicate these musings to Crimson Flare, to warn her\nthat Ape might be prepared for her investigation at his headquarters, because of\nthe calls that had come over the air.
\nHow she wished there were some way for the heroine to respond! But she and Karen\nhad agreed that anything beyond the simple receiver was either a distraction or\ntoo cumbersome. And if the unit were left behind, the frequency might allow for\ntracking Crimson Flare’s headquarters.
\nApe looked attentively at the small earpiece that Hagood had placed before him\non the table. Faintly, he could hear a woman’s voice warning Crimson Flare of\nall of the police calls that had been sent out for her. He smiled cruelly as he\nrecognised that the warning came too late.
\n‘What’s the frequency?’ he asked the other man who was in the room. ‘Can we\ntrack that—’ he waved his hand to indicate the voice now ending its message ‘—to\nits source?’
\nThe young black man wearing the leather jacket smiled as he nodded. ‘No trouble\nat all, Ape.’
\nJust then, the archway leading to the living room was filled by two more former\ngang members, wearing their different colours. The smaller one cleared his\nthroat, and then spoke softly to Ape. ‘Ape, Nancy would like you to give her—a\nhand.’ A smile played around the corner of his mouth.
\nApe looked up. ‘What else did she say?’
\nThe young man looked at his boss quizzically. Then a light of recognition spread\nacross his face. ‘She said, “She’s exactly what you like” and for you to bring\nthe kit.’
\nApe turned back to his technician and said, ‘Find that voice.’ Then he left with\nroom.
\nNancy’s middle finger deftly moved in, out, and around the dark pink cleft that\nled to Crimson Flare’s dripping interior. As she passed her finger over the\nrevealed, swollen lips, the heroine shook and moaned. She moved even more\nstimulation into the action, flicking the exposed clit with her index finger,\nthen pressed the clit between her thumb and index finger. She listened to the\nincreasing volume and length of the moans that emerged from America’s Darling’s\nthroat, as the heroine lost control. The glittering form flopped weakly on the\nleather pads, twisting and writhing as the rapture seized her.
\n‘America’s Darling,’ Nancy whispered with a chuckle. ‘You’re nothing more than\nAmerica’s Slut.’
\n‘And when we get her on tape—’ Nancy started at the sudden voice that came from\nbehind her ‘—everyone will know it.’ Ape took a step and stood next to her,\nputting his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. He was carrying a\nsmall metal box in his other hand.
\nPerspiration matted Crimson Flare’s hair to the sides of her head as well as to\nher black mask. The sexual excitement she had maintained for what seemed to be\nan hour, but was actually only about half that, was now intensified by the\nbright lights that stood in the room. The three lights formed a triangle before\nthe Champion, so that no shadow obscured any part of her front. She was still\ntied in the same position as she had been, but the pads she lay on had been\nangled so that her full body was exposed to the cameras’ lenses. Three video\ncameras had been set up, and their unblinking eyes gazed at the helpless young\nwoman: one with a close-up on her face (Ape wanted a ‘real good shot of her face\nwhen her mask came off,’ he said); one on a tripod in front of her, fixed to\ngive a shot of the heroine from her head to about mid-thigh (Ape said this was\nthe master shot and would show every movement of her body during the sexual\ntorture he anticipated; Crimson Flare’s hips and thighs, Ape said, were what\nevery guy wanted to see: this would give a perfectly unobstructed and\nuninterrupted view of their movements); and the third was below her, focused on\nher sexual areas, now revealed by Ape’s tearing away of the crimson and gold\ncostume.
\nApe walked from one camera to the next checking the focus and angle. In the\nfirst, he watched as her masked face swung slowly from side to side, her tongue\nvainly trying to moisten her dry cracked lips. Crimson Flare’s cheekbones\ncrossed back and forth through the little ‘focus circle’ in the center of the\nrecording image and even when she tossed her head she remained fully within the\nframe. Her eyes revealed only a returning recognition of what was going on\naround her. Her cracking voice whispered, ‘N-no-oo. Sto-opp.’
\nAs Ape moved to the second camera, he spoke to the powerless champion. ‘Not a\nchance, Crimson Slut. After what you did to me tonight, you owe me big time. And\nI’m going to make you pay. You’re going to pay and you’re going to pay off. This\nvideo will probably be a huge best seller. How many guys do you think get their\nrocks off on America’s Darling—’ when he spoke her name the contempt in his\nvoice was dripping— ‘just from pictures in the newspaper? Wait’ll they get a\nload of what you can do when you’re really hot! I won’t be able to produce\nenough of them.’ Through the second camera, Ape watched her body move up and\ndown, as she tried to remember the fantasy prick that had thrilled her only a\nshort while ago.
\n‘Yeah, you’re going to be a star,’ Ape laughed.
\nApe checked the focus and angle of the third camera. The image was so sharp, he\ncould even see the glistening residue of her vaginal honey clinging to the hair\nthat peered out from beneath her costume. As he stood up, he removed the black\nleather belt that supported the baton in its holster at her side. As he glanced\nat Crimson Flare’s baton, he pulled it from the leather pocket and felt its\nlightness in the palm of his hand. As he gripped it, he imagined to what uses\nthis weapon might be put.
\nLynn was worried. If everything had gone well at the MacLeod-Slaughter mansion,\nCrimson Flare’s night should already be over. She should be back by this time.\nBut if the heroine had merely been delayed by something minor, she didn’t want\nto hover like a nagging mother.
\nShe turned to her workstation and hacked her way into the police computer,\nsomething that Stacy’s program made very easy. She typed in inquiries about the\nmansion, whether anything had occurred there tonight, or whether there was any\nsignificant activity in the neighbourhood. Everything came back negative: there\nwasn’t even any indication that the mansion was currently occupied. No lights,\nno traffic, no evidence of anyone there: suddenly the theme to Gilligan’s Island\nflashed through her mind. (‘No lights, no phone, no motorcars/Not a single\nluxury. /Like Robinson Crusoe/It’s as primitive as can be.’) But she knew it\nwasn’t funny.
\nShe was convinced something had happened to Crimson Flare. Something disastrous.
\nShe left the police computer and went onto CRIMENET, the criminal world’s\ninternet. Again, it was only thanks to Stacy’s program that she even had access\nto this engine. It was one of the most closely protected systems in the world,\neven more tightly guarded than the Pentagon and the CIA.
\nLynn pursued the line of inquiry about Ape’s drug deal and discovered that the\ndestruction of the product was already posted. The criminal world was always\nvery much up-to-the-minute when it came to activities that might affect prices\nor the status of criminals-on-the-make. Already, word had even got out that Ape\nwas looking for money to make up his losses. Unlike the real-world Internet,\nCRIMENET’s information was rarely treated as obsolete.
\nSo Crimson had been successful! But where was she?
\nLynn paused over that question. She looked into reports on Ape Greystook’s drug\ndeal. Was there a description of what had happened? Where were the drugs? Why\nhad the deal gone bad?
\nWhen she found the answers to these questions, fear for her friend swept over\nher anew. As she connected to more and more links, pushing the story forward,\nshe felt an emptiness in the pit of her stomach. Crimson had been captured: that\nwas in the story. Ape intended to exact his price for her interference: that was\nbetween the lines.
\nBut how to help her?
\nCrimson Flare fought through the heightened sensuality that she felt throughout\nher body. The heroine shuddered as she tried to push away the imagined organ\nthat had spiraled her heavenward and had sapped her resistance. She sensed for\nher bound wrists and recognised that they had been re-bound sometime during her\nordeal, that the ropes that took away her strength, were now wrapped around her\nwrists at a point flat against her hands, within mere centimeters of where the\nclaw could be made effective. She felt her leg muscles quiver uncontrollably,\nrestrained by the ropes that secured her booted ankles to the posts at the base\nof the slab on which she rested and by the loops that still circled her thighs\nand waist, securing her to the padded table that was becoming so familiar. She\nknew that, in this condition, she would have to focus her concentration on her\nbound wrists. Once they were freed, her returning strength, as always, would\nallow her to deal with her enemies. Desperately focusing her attention on\ntwisting her wrists and pulling her arms toward her, she felt the ropes, ever so\nslowly, begin to creep past the upper edge of where the claw lay concealed.
\nBut, in doing so, she released her muscle contraction and control over her still\nsopping wet sex, still alive and tingling, remembering the delicate and skilled\ntouch of the redhead who was only a few feet away, talking to Ape. The battling\nheroine felt the residue of her juices drip down her exposed upper thighs until\nthe tattered edge of her shiny tights caught them a few inches below. The\nsensation of the slowly rolling honey was immaculate, and she responded\ninvoluntarily.
\n‘Oooohhh, my goo-od!’
\nIt caught the attention of her two opponents, who turned toward her\nsimultaneously. While Nancy smiled a small smile, Ape scowled. Why weren’t the\nvideo recorders catching this moment, a moment that would be lost? And where was\nthe guy with the hand-held camera? Why wasn’t he set up?
\nThe two figures, dressed in their trademark blue denim with chain belts,\napproached the writhing figure slowly. Ape was still carrying the metal box that\nhe had had when he arrived. He set it on a table out of camera range, on which\nwas already located a few loose items: spare light bulbs, electrical connectors,\nwires of various lengths, and so on. He opened the box noisily, attracting the\nattention of the bound heroine, whose eyes drifted toward the section of the\nroom where he stood. She could see the contents of the box when he flipped the\ntop up, and he said to her, ‘It’s showtime, folks!’
\nInside, Crimson Flare saw the paraphernalia of sexual torture. Although the box\nwas surprisingly small, like a Tardis, it seemed larger inside. The dildos and\nvibrators were of many colours, most of them appealing. But there were many\nother items that were of uncertain use, but clearly they were probes, pointed\nand rounded, clamps, screw-type and alligator, and gags and restraints.
\nAlthough the heroine was still distracted by the turmoil she felt raging inside\nher, she had the presence of mind to focus her attention on the matter of\nescape. Using the pretext of the sensuality that was still obviously present\nfrom her earlier torment, she shifted her full body weight from the supports, so\nthat she was suspended by her bound wrists. The action pulled the ropes still\ncloser to the goal of the claw’s edge. The action also gained Ape’s attention,\nas her body twisted sinuously. He walked, a little too quickly for Nancy’s\ntaste, over to the Champion and placed his hands on the sides of her chest. He\nmoved them slowly up and down her sides, feeling the mixture of sensations: the\ncoolness of the spandex, covered by the glittering sequins, which stirred at the\nslightest touch, all of which lay over the warm body of Crimson Flare. Slowly,\neventually, Ape moved his large paws to her small breasts.
\nWhen the cool smoothness of the spandex pressed down on her sensitive nipples\nand the perfectly round mounds, Crimson felt a renewal of the feelings she had\nearlier experienced. Still bound, still powerless, made the plaything of an\nenemy, the fantasy gripped her fully for a second time. In her mind, she knew\nshe had to cut at her rope bonds, but the reverie gripped her so strongly that\nall she wanted to do was to find that feeling again, the feeling between her\nlegs, that ran deep into her, the tendrils that looped her breasts, and the\nimages that crashed into her unconscious, that unrolled on her mind like on a\nmovie screen. She felt the tip of the claw seize on the rope binding her wrist,\nbut right now she didn’t care. In fact, she desired the bondage. Only the\nbondage gave her the sense of helplessness that was so necessary.
\nWhen Ape’s hands mashed down on her breasts, she cried out in exquisite pain.\nHer mind told her that he didn’t know how to elicit the most in sexual response\nfrom a woman, but her conscious mind wasn’t in control now. All she wanted was\nthe powerlessness, the costume, and the mistreatment at his hands. When one of\nhis hands moved from her breast to her exposed pussy, and his middle finger\nplunged deep inside her, she lost all control.
\n‘AAAaaaahhhh-HHHHAAAAGGGHHHH! DEE-AAARR GOO-OOOD!’ She came again.
\nWhen Ape brought his meaty hand in a wide arc to slap her face, she barely\nnoticed. It was simply one more part of the fantasy world she was living in.\nPain and pleasure were so mixed that one could not be separated from the other.\nShe was a defeated superheroine, trapped and powerless.
\nApe was enraged that he had lost another shot of Crimson Flare cumming. The\nvalue of his video was decreasing each time this superslut vented her honeypot.\nHe would have to put off shooting the video until he could have more control\nover her. He needed to control her; he wanted to set up her sexual response, and\nfilm the result. It would be humiliating for the heroine, fulfilling (and\nprofitable) for him, and a great jack-off for anyone watching.
\nLynn drove through the wet streets toward downtown Mitropoulos. What she was\ngoing to do when she reached the MacLeod-Slaughter mansion, she wasn’t sure. But\nCrimson Flare was in danger, she was sure of it. In the short time they had\nknown one another, that they had been working together, Lynn had realised that\nCrimson Flare was more than merely a friend. Lynn hadn’t been this close to\nanyone since she had had a ‘best friend’ when she was a pre-teen, and all of\ntheir secrets had been shared during sleepovers. Even her first boyfriend, to\nwhom she had confided everything, was never so trusted.
\nAnd now, Lynn was risking her life for her friend.
\nWhen she turned onto the Hutson River Parkway, heading for the riverside home,\nthe blue van was almost the only vehicle on the road. As she got to the Theodore\nFranklin Parkway exit, leading to the row of late-19th-century estates that\nlined the river along the north end of Mitropoulos, she slowed the van as she\nrealised that she didn’t know what she would do once she reached the house.
\nThe mansion was only a mile or so from the exit. She exited onto Pellatonik Road\nand pulled off the road just beyond the intersection. She concentrated on her\nbreathing, trying to bring herself under control, to push back the panic that\nshe felt rising. After a few moments, she took stock of her surroundings. It was\na major intersection on the Parkway, but it was surprisingly ill lit. There was\na billboard across the road where she could leave the van, facing the exit if it\nwas necessary for her the make a quick getaway. She made a U-turn and pulled\nbehind the advertisement. Before stepping out of the van she looked through the\nglove compartment for any kind of a weapon. Buried under her registration, a\nbadly-folded map, and couple of parking tickets was a small knife. It looked\nlike her brother’s old Boy Scout knife. It was probably worse than nothing, she\nthought. A weapon as poor as this might give her false courage, or its mere\npresence could get her killed. But you never know….
\nCrimson Flare stumbled from the room, her hands tied behind her back. Ape had\nplaced a black leather collar around her neck and he half-led, half-dragged the\nheroine from the TV room toward the staircase that led downstairs. The Champion\nOf Mitropoulos couldn’t keep up with the pace the angry criminal set. She\nstaggered after him, striking her left shoulder against the deteriorating\nbrocade on the walls. Soon her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. As she\ndid so, Ape halted mid-stride.
\nAs he turned to look back on her, the criminal leader tugged at her leash. ‘Come\non, you super-cunt,’ he growled. He walked back and watched the masked figure\ndesperately trying to fill her lungs with sustaining breaths.
\nShe was breathing deeply through her mouth, saliva drooling down her face and\nspindling toward the floor. The glorious green eyes were open and the\ndesperation the heroine felt was visible behind the black vinyl mask. The\nglittering costume shone brightly in the lights overhanging the foyer. As she\nbreathed deeply, the familiar crimson-and-gold attire clung tightly to her,\nshowing off every facet of her body. Crimson Flare fell back on her haunches,\nand he could see, between her legs, the torn away section of costume, revealing\nher wet sex, honey still clinging to the dark brown hair that was there exposed.
\nAn evil smile came across Ape’s face as he looked down on the small figure. ‘Oh,\nyou poor thing,’ he said acidly. ‘What kind of superheroine do we have here?\nAmerica’s Virginal Darling, my ass. If I could have got that footage of you\njacking yourself off, everybody would know what kind of slut you are. And you\nsure ain’t no virgin no more. Not from what I heard about what happened in that\nsubway station.’
\nHe leaned down and grabbed her costume, bunching it in his fist. ‘Who the hell\ndo you think you are? Lording it over everybody else, like you’re so perfect,’\nhe said quietly, but with clear menace. ‘You act like every bitch with a racket\nI’ve ever run into. You put out the picture that you’re everything perfect, when\nreally all you want is to fuck the nearest guy with a big dick. I watched you,\nyou slut. I watched you. You were dreaming of being fucked. You want to be\nfucked! Well, get ready, babe. ’Cause you’re gonna get your wish!’
\nHe pulled her to her feet with ease, and stood the masked heroine against the\nwall. ‘Come along with me, sweetheart. Let’s see just how much you can do.’\nStill holding the leash, Ape now pushed Crimson Flare from behind. He watched as\nher tight, muscular body faltered as she moved clumsily toward the stairway.\nEach stride was silent, muffled by the plush carpeting that ran the full length\nof the hall. The soundlessness of her movement added another otherworldly touch\nto the vision before him, a vision he had dreamt of making his own. He felt his\nmember rise as he gazed at her ass, lovingly gripped by the spandex, stretched\ntight to form a curved plane as it faced him, but the cleft between her round,\nmuscular cheeks was all too evident as the glittering costume dove between her\nlegs, revealing the fissures and lines of her all-too-potent femininity. That\nperfectly sculpted ass, those wonderful thighs, round and firm: Ape stared at\nthem, coveting them. It wouldn’t be long.
\nCrimson Flare stood at the top of the curved staircase, looking down to the main\nentrance hall below. Vaguely, she could see several of Ape’s gang milling\nthrough the area. They stopped moving when they saw the heroine in her gleaming\nuniform leaning against the wall.
\n‘Who wants to fuck America’s Darling?’ Ape’s booming voice came from behind her.\nCrimson Flare struggled weakly against her freshly-bound wrists. When she had\nbeen unceremoniously dragged from the slab in the TV room, her wrists had been\nbriefly freed. But Ape and Nancy hadn’t given the dazed, spent superheroine more\nthan a moment of freedom before they were rebinding her wrists, even more\ntightly, this time behind her back. Once again, she made a desperate effort to\nposition the claw that would allow her to fight back. In her dazed, weakened\ncondition, it was slow going.
\n‘Five hundred bucks!’ Ape released his hold on the leash and pushed his captive,\nhard.
\nIn the bright light of the staircase and hall, Crimson Flare shimmered\nbrilliantly as her petite body tumbled down the stairs. The high polish of her\nblack leather boots, the radiance of the crimson-and-gold sequins on her\ncostume, even the black vinyl of her mask: all caught the light which filled the\nentry and reflected it at all of the observers. The remains of the thick\ncarpeting that had once covered the steps reduced her plummet to a few whispered\nthumps, which accompanied an occasional pained grunt.
\nWhen her body came to rest a few feet beyond the bottom step, on the hardwood\nfloor beyond the edge of the faded green carpeting, she was laying on her\nstomach. She was too beaten to move. Ape walked down the stairs, smiling,\nplaying with the heroine’s belt and her baton, passing the black leather belt\nand holster back and forth, one hand to the other. He restated his offer. ‘You\ncan do it right here. There’s a table over there—’ he pointed, ‘—or, for those\nwho prefer more comfort, use the sofa.’ He pointed again. The men in the foyer\npressed toward him.
\nFour men in varicoloured leather jackets, symbolic of the gangs they had\nbelonged to until recruited by Ape, fairly leapt forward. A half dozen others no\nless enthusiastic but more conspiratorial followed. These latter whispered among\nthemselves as if planning a group endeavor in handling their opportunity with\nthe heroine. ‘Have your money ready,’ Ape told them. ‘But I get her first.\nThere!’ He pointed to the former library, the only room on the first floor of\nthe mansion that had doors to close it off from the rest of the floor. It had\nbeen Ape’s quarters since he had moved in.
\n‘Do I get to play with her, too?’ Nancy asked, as she walked down the staircase.
\nApe smiled. A grunt was all that emerged from his throat.
\nNancy stood over the fallen heroine. She could hear Crimson Flare moaning\nsoftly. The redhead reached down and grabbed the leash attached to the collar\nand roughly pulled the Champion upward.
\n‘Gggllllhh—hhuuugghhhkk!’
\n‘Ohhh, poor baby,’ Nancy said soothingly. ‘Don’t worry. I won’t let you die.\nWe’re not through with you.’ She smiled across at Ape, and then added, ‘Yet.’\nWith that she threw the leash back to the floor and let poor Crimson drop to its\nunyielding surface again.
\n‘Get up, you slut.’
\nThe glimmering form of the heroine slowly rolled to her side. Her bound hands\nlimited her ability to move as well as her ability to call upon her strength.\nPainfully, over long minutes, she brought herself to a position where she was\nalmost sitting. She rested on her hip, with her legs drawn up toward her. Her\npetite torso sat upright, but her head hung down on her chest.
\n‘Look at her, boys,’ Nancy said. ‘This is the woman every criminal in town has\nwanted to fuck for over a year. The Great Crimson Flare. Victor over the Normans\nand the Savoyards. Saviour of Mitropoulos. The once-mighty Champion of Right and\nJustice.’ She pushed the swaying heroine lightly, dropping her to the floor\nagain, exhausted. ‘Look at her. America’s Darling. Sprawled like a clumsy rag\ndoll. Champion of Women. Beaten to a pulp.’
\nAs Nancy’s denunciation ran on, the sound of mocking laughter emerged from the\nthroats of the men gathered in the entry hall. Crimson Flare heard the contempt\nand tried to bury her face in the floor under her. Nancy was right, she thought.\nWho did she think she was? How could she imagine that she could correct the\nworld? All she had done was to put herself in danger, probably get herself\nkilled; probably got Stacy killed. And for what? A few lines in a newspaper. A\nfootnote in some future book about Mitropoulos. She was nothing.
\n‘Pl-please. Ssstopp,’ the beaten heroine whimpered.
\nIt was Ape who answered her, pulling her to her feet with his accustomed ease.\n‘Stop? Baby, we have just started.’ He fairly dragged the shattered Champion\nacross the hallway to the library, pulling her into the dim room. Nancy was\nclose behind. She closed the door behind her.
\nLynn was surprised to find no one near the gates to the mansion’s entrance. The\ngates, she saw, were new, and, unfortunately, locked. They didn’t even rock when\nshe pushed on them. The far side of the driveway was bathed in bright lights, so\nclimbing the gates would avail her little if her goal was to sneak on to the\nproperty. Looking around, she saw a wooded hill less than a quarter of a mile to\nher right. It might just give her the opportunity to clear the decrepit wall\nthat moved off in both directions from the formidable new entrance.
\nCrimson Flare knew she had to escape. Whether she continued as a heroine was\nunlikely, especially in light of what was happening, but she had to get away.\nShe had to save her life. It’s just that she was so weak, so dazed that she\ncouldn’t think clearly enough to formulate a plan or even to make a concerted\neffort.
\nAs she staggered into Ape’s room, she pulled desperately on her bonds. There\nwasn’t a centimeter of give in those ropes! And because she had been rebound,\nshe again (what was this?—the fifth time she had tried to use it?) had to bring\nthe edge of the claw into play. She leaned her shoulder against the wall, then\nslid around so that her back rested against the empty bookshelves. The desperate\nheroine used her body to hide her effort, but because she was working behind her\nback, she couldn’t tell how well she was succeeding.
\nApe cleared the detritus of yesterday’s activities from the bed linen. Nancy\nwalked to the little breakfast table that had been placed near the window and\nopened the familiar kit that was waiting when the trio entered the chamber. She\npulled out a shiny black vibrator, handling it like an artist maneuvers a tool\nof his trade. ‘This is my favourite,’ she smirked at the slumping Champion of\nMitropoulos. ‘I hope it will be yours, too.’
\nApe turned. ‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘I get her first. You’re going to keep her mouth\noccupied. And you’ll entertain me.’
\n‘Jesus, Ape, can’t you be original in any way? Every guy wants to watch two\nwomen go at it. Why not be a little daring?’
\n‘I’m… daring… enough in what I do during the day. When I fuck, I know what\nworks. Besides, when I’m finished…’
\n‘Yeah, that’ll be about five minutes,’ Nancy thought aloud.
\n‘…you can have her for as long as you want. That’s the kind action I could use\nto get up for seconds.’
\nCrimson Flare had been frightened by the unmanageable sexual response that had\nseized her earlier. She was not used to giving in to that kind of physical\nstimulation. She had lost focus, she had failed to continue her escape effort\nwith the claw while under assault, and she had allowed her physical response to\noverwhelm her mentally. Hearing the tête-à-tête between the two vicious\ncriminals, she was now frightened by what might happen when Ape and Nancy began\nto work her over in a concerted way. Now, while she was aware of what she was\ndoing; now, when she could think clearly and plan an escape; now had to be the\nmoment of escape.
\nBut Crimson wasn’t allowed even the moment she thought she had. Ape and Nancy\ngrabbed her roughly and pulled her toward the large bed that took up almost one\nentire wall of the large room. She no longer stumbled, but her movement revealed\nthat the avenger was still weak. She pressed her glove-covered hands and\nforearms hard against her muscular ass, hoping for the welcome sensation of the\nclaw taking a grip on the rope that had taken away her strength. The heroine\npulled her arms outward from her bound wrists, trying to push the highest coil\nover the claw, but this was blocked in the middle of her effort as she was\ncasually tossed onto the outsized bed. As she sank into its embrace, she felt\nthe claw seize. The angel of Mitropoulos heaved a sigh of relief as she began to\nsaw through the thick rope. She knew it would take time, and she knew that the\nsexual assault she would undergo would try to pull her focus from this desperate\neffort. She closed her eyes for a moment and centered herself. She needed to\nfind a calmness within her to draw upon to face this ordeal.
\nBut even this was denied the captive Champion. Ape’s huge hand smashed against\nthe side of her face, twisting her neck painfully and driving her head into the\nmattress. She opened her green eyes in time to see the hand returning as he\nbackhanded her agonizingly in the other direction.
\n‘You’re going to service me and my lady, bitch. You’re going to do what you’re\ntold or you’re going to be in major pain. Now, come here!’ Ape pulled the petite\nform of the heroine upright, once again bunching the sequined costume in his ham\nfist.
\n‘Open it,’ he told Nancy, who reached behind Crimson Flare, searching for the\nzipper that was buried beneath the sparkling uniform. Finding it, she unhooked\nthe metal catch at the back of the heroine’s neck, and then pulled the zipper\nits full length to the small of her back, just above her rounded buttocks. As\nshe spread the glittering crimson halves, she smiled. ‘Crimson Flare doesn’t\nwear any underwear.’
\n‘Ape responded, ‘Soon everyone will know. Now pull it down. Show me her\ntitties.’
\nNancy did as she was told. Crimson Flare reddened beneath her mask, humiliated\nby the exposure. Nancy leaned in toward her. ‘OOohh, poor baby,’ she whispered.\n‘Not very big, are you? But then, that’s not what you’re sellin’, is it? It’s\nthose legs you want them to notice.’ The girl in blue reached down and slowly\nrubbed her hand along the heroine’s thigh. She did so with almost no pressure\nagainst the leg, and Crimson felt a shiver run up and down her spine. It was the\nsingle most sexually thrilling contact she had ever felt.
\nNancy noticed the heroine’s response. ‘You like that, do you? Well, wait, baby,\nand you’ll get a lot more where that came from.’
\nShe leaned over and whispered into the uncovered ear of Mitropoulos’ Champion,\n‘Wait until the ape gets his rocks off.’
\nLynn moved quickly from tree to bush, keeping out of sight as she approached the\nbig house. She saw the patio a mere twenty yards in front of her. Alone behind\nall the windows on this side of the house, the room off the French doors was\ndark. As she made the final rush to the safety of the alcove surrounding the\nterrace, she saw a thin, faint sliver of light lying across the flagstones. As\nshe peered inside, she saw that the doors were held closed by a section of\ndrapery cord. The thin wedge of illumination from inside the house was visible\nonly because the patio was completely cut off from the exterior house lights.\nThe light itself was so faint that only someone actually on the deck would be\nable to see it.
\nShe reached her hand through the narrow opening and began to undo the knot.
\nSuddenly she heard a loud shout from inside the house, a group of men laughing,\nboasting. It seemed to be coming from the lobby on the main floor.
\nThis is not the time to be snooping around in there, Lynn thought. She moved\nfrom the patio and, keeping close to the shadows near to the mansion, she began\ncircling toward the rear of the building. Perhaps there would be another way to\naid Crimson Flare.
\nThe two criminals fairly covered the body of the heroine entirely. Only her\ntights, reflecting the light from the several desk lamps scattered around the\nroom, and the black, polished boots were visible as she lay on the bed. The\nentrancing body of the heroine squirmed ineffectively as the two assailants\nattacked her. Nancy had her lips firmly planted over the mouth of Mitropoulos’\nsweetheart, with her tongue exploring the full geography of that orifice. Her\nhands were at the side of Crimson’s head, turning and twisting, seeking\nadvantage in her pursuit of oral gratification. Crimson Flare could be heard,\nmuffled, complaining.
\nHer sequined costume had been pulled down to her waist. The narrow shoulder\nstraps were down around her forearms, themselves still secured behind her back.\nApe Greystook was caressing the smooth flawless skin of the beauty, after his\nfashion. Roughly, he rubbed her shoulders, her chest, her breasts, seeking to\nstimulate himself as he pressed forward, preparing to penetrate the exposed sex\nof the Champion of Mitropoulos. This was the way he had dreamed it. With Nancy\nworking wonders with her mouth, and Crimson Flare lying before him, helpless, he\nsought all of the inspiration that her body would provide. His hands pressed\nagainst her flesh, sometimes forcing the heroine’s complaining moans to increase\nin volume; he placed first one nipple, then the other, between thumb and\nforefinger and squeezed, giving rise to a pained protest from beneath Nancy’s\neducated lips. Yes, this was almost exactly as he had imagined it would be. Soon\nhe would press him organ home and into the symbol of virtuous womanhood.
\nApe had been given his name because of his similarity to the prowess and\nphysique of that creature. He was tall, with a massive, muscled chest; his long\narms were well developed and in fact were permanently partially bent at the\nelbow; likewise his legs were bowed and equally well developed (though, truth be\ntold, they were long, like his arms and unlike the appendages of his namesake).\nUnfortunately, he also bore a distinct resemblance to the jungle beast in his\nequipment, which was, to put it delicately, stunted. (Nancy believed that this\nwas evidence of earlier steroid use: Ape denied he had ever used steroids.)
\nCrimson Flare was in agony. Ape’s roughhousing of her arms and chest was like\nbeing molested by a car wash; and, at the same time, Nancy’s delicate and\nperverse tonguing was threatening to seek out new worlds of experience. Her\nhands and wrists were deeply buried in the soft billows of the mattress and\nbedspread. She could barely move those extremities, and she had no way of\nknowing what progress, if any, she was making on freeing herself and unleashing\nher strength. The masked heroine had felt the blade of the claw catch on the top\nloop of rope around her wrists; she moved her hands in the familiar way, the\nmeans by which she had freed herself on numerous occasions previously; but she\ncould not feel the usual loosening of the rope as the claw made headway.
\nAs Crimson Flare continued to doggedly saw away, she felt Ape’s big hand on top\nof her sequin-covered mound. She felt him press his immense body between her\nthighs (and she felt her legs begin to kick, only to be pressed to the\ncoverlet). Finally, she felt his prick, hard and round, at her entrance, beyond\nthe torn costume and tights. When he pushed himself into her, she responded with\na snarl, a snarl muffled by Nancy’s adventurous mouth, and a groan, a groan cut\noff in mid-breath.
\nAs Ape pressed himself into the Champion of Women, she wanted to scream, but\nNancy’s ever-stimulating mouth muted her complaint. But when she realised that\nhe was completely into her, and what Ape was, she found herself stifling a\nlaugh. And then she felt Nancy’s mouth over hers, likewise smirking and\nwhispering a ‘SShhh! Shuush!!’ The heroine only needed that moment to take in a\nsalient fact about Ape Greystook: Angry, he had less than four inches.
\nApe slid easily into the heroine. He looked down on her body, a body that had\nfascinated him for months. He looked at the tight-fitting costume, glittering in\nthe lights scattered around the room. He enjoyed the feeling as his hand played\nover the sequins, sensing the coolness of the spandex beneath and the warm\nsilken flesh beyond that. He held her by the hips, so that he could continue to\nrelish the sensuality of the uniform. He felt the hard muscle give under his\nhands as he pressed himself fully into her. He moved his hips and she followed\nobediently.
\nIt was always this way. Every woman he had ever been with would admit that his\nentry was never harsh or painful. He allowed his hands to roam over her hips,\nher thighs, her calves to her leather boots. He lifted the boots so that they\nlay against the sides of his face. She lay on her back with her legs reaching\nupward, the black leather resting against his immense shoulders. Ape allowed the\nfull experience to wash over him, from his fingers, which still held the soft\nshiny leather, to the tip of his prick.
\nHe looked down at her, loving the sense that the powerful, the virtuous, the\nvirginal Crimson Flare was his for the plucking. He looked towards her face,\nwatching her closed eyes behind that vinyl mask, partially hidden by Nancy’s\nmass of red hair. With his left hand, he reached out and pushed the clump of\ncurls aside. He looked at the flawless complexion, the smooth skin, round over\nher muscles in her arms, silky across her shoulders and breasts. He knew that he\nwould never again have a woman like this one!
\nHe pressed further into her, paining himself in the process, though his victim\nseemed to suffer little from the pressure. He felt himself on the verge of\ncumming; wishing to delay the inevitable, he withdrew and breathlessly ordered\nNancy, ‘Get out of my way!’
\n‘What--?’
\n‘I want her to give me a blow job.’
\n‘But, Ape, I’m the only—’
\n‘Get out of the way!’ Ape was struggling to hold his wad, and the effort sounded\nin his voice. He pulled violently at Nancy to get at the masked crusader.
\nNancy landed on the floor beside the bed. Ape pulled himself from the sequined\nheroine, and let her legs return to the soft bedspread. Then he straddled her\nwaist and hips. With his huge right hand, he grabbed her uncovered hair and\npulled her painfully up from the bed. ‘You do what you’re supposed to do, you\ndon’t get hurt. You understand?’ There was an unmistakable threat in Ape’s\nvoice.
\nWith the help of Ape’s powerful arm holding onto her dark brown hair, Crimson\nFlare nodded assent.
\n‘All right. On your knees, you bitch.’ He climbed off her and stood next to the\nbed.
\nAs the petite heroine slid to the floor, she noticed how the huge gang lord\ntowered over her. She knew that, until she could free her hands, he could easily\nkill her.
\nShe stood for only a moment. She noticed that, for the first time, she was\nsteady on her feet and didn’t sway. She didn’t know whether the claw was having\nany effect on the ropes that removed her strength, but she was regaining her\ncomposure and her confidence.
\n‘I said, ON YOUR KNEES!’
\nSlowly, reluctantly, wanting to test her new sense of security but knowing it\nwas too soon, the Champion of Mitropoulos dropped to her knees before the\ntowering criminal.
\n‘Take it! Suck it!! Goddamn you, you bitch!!’
\nCrimson Flare leaned forward, like she was bobbing for an apple, and plopped the\nengorged organ in her mouth. If rape was about control, and threatening violence\nto maintain that control, then this was the ultimate in Ape’s control over the\nheroine. Powerless, her costume stripped to her waist, her hands tied behind her\nback, on her knees in the attitude of a slave: All of this placed the Champion\nat a humiliating level beneath her conqueror.
\n‘Suck it!’
\nApe was in heaven. He had known that some day—some day—he was going to bring\nthat high and mighty superbitch down. And now he was doing it. Every other\ngangland figure in town who had taken her on was dead, in prison, or just\ndisappeared. But he had her on her knees—on her knees!—and sucking his cock. He\nwanted to watch her, to see the fulfillment of his triumph over her. But the\nthrill that filled first his hips, then raced up his back and down his thighs,\nand finally touched his whole body made it nothing more than a glance. The\nfeeling racing through him, starting at his groin, which was at this moment the\nelevated centre of his existence—her mouth circling him felt so soft and the\nedges of her teeth playing along the top and underside of his prick, just enough\nto increase the stimulation but not enough to offer any pain or even threat, her\ntongue lapping, washing against his tip—the feeling that swelled the scale of\nhis victory over this, this mere woman, had him seeking a higher exaltation, his\neyes roamed dreamily upward. Unconsciously he raised up on his toes, lifting his\nbody just as his soul was lifted as high as it could go. His grip found her\nhair, and as he seized the silken tresses, a new sensation seized him. He felt\nthe softness of this woman: her hair, even matted with sweat, was still like so\nmany layers of silk; her skin, as he brushed his knuckles against the side of\nface, gave easily to the pressure. This new sensation drew down, down toward\nher. He bent at the waist and, at the same time, bent his knees, seeking to bury\nhis face in that breathtaking hair. As he did so, the thrill in his groin\nreached a peak, his whole body quaking. He stood erect to bring the shudder\nunder control and the process began again; up on his toes and down, bending;\nlike he was riding the heroine, fucking her, but this was so much better. Her\nlips sent shivers through his entire body. If this was how she performed, he\nmight keep her.
\nCrimson Flare felt the degradation throughout her being. She raised and lowed\nherself, leaned forward and was bent back; all to follow his meandering hips and\ncock. The Champion was completely dependent on the large criminal she was\nservicing. In her humiliation, she became concerned about the repercussions of\nfailure; she ceased to be Mitropoulos’ saviour, and she became Ape’s whore. The\nundersized cock threatened to slip from inside of her mouth, so she used tongue\nand teeth to hold it in place; there was no telling what Ape would do to her if\nshe failed to hold onto that petite organ. If only she knew how effective the\nclaw…
\nSuddenly the heroine felt the bonds holding her loosen, and there was a renewal\nof her strength. The claw had cut through the rope.
\nEnd of Chapter Three
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