Chapter Five
\nCrimson Flare fought her way through the pain and despair trying to become more\naware of her condition. She lay naked and defeated on the bed, only the tatters\nof her colourless tights still clinging to her lower body, her booted legs\nhanging down over the edge toward the floor. Her attacker stood between her\nunmoving legs. He was pressed hard against her, his member pushed deep into the\nhumbled heroine. She felt throbbing in her sex as a result of the engorged prick\nthat had penetrated her. She felt the pain, but the heroine was not conscious of\nthe man who was responsible. The exhausted girl felt another, a different, pain\nrunning up her spine like a lightning bolt from the dildo Nancy had pressed into\nher ass. Overwhelmed by the grimness of her situation, her head rolled from side\nto side as she tried to clear her mind. Her dry raspy voice was barely audible,\nand all she could squeak out was a repeated ‘No,’ a ‘No’ that signaled both her\nfailing attempt to prevent her rape and a denial of the event. Her petite form\nglistened with sweat in the poorly lit room and her hips squirmed and writhed\nagainst the mixture of pain and desire that was all she could feel. Her arms\nstretched out from her shoulders across the dark bedspread in a grim crucifix,\nand her satin gloves brushed against the coverlet, giving a faint aural element\nto the violence that played out before the audience that watched her\ndegradation.
\nHer assailant looked down on his victim. ‘Do you remember what JoJo did?’ he\nasked again, this time the viciousness evident in his voice, as he sawed his\nmember into his victim. ‘I remember what JoJo did to you.’ He shifted his weight\nas he spread his feet further apart, but he stumbled over the trousers that were\nlying around his ankles. ‘He fucked you, bitch,’ he shouted, enraged by his\nembarrassment, striking her across the face. ‘I was there, I know he fucked\nyou.’ The vision of the desirable form of Mitropoulos’ Champion spread-eagle and\nhelpless before him, penetrated by him, sent him into an orgy of spasms as he\nstruggled to sustain the moment. Then he pulled himself up to his full height as\nhe reached the sexual fulfillment he had sought. He arched his back and stood up\non his toes as he shuddered in a mixture of bliss and exhilaration. And with\neach paroxysm, he gave voice to his triumph. Again and again he shouted out his\nvictory, heaping scorn on his victim: ‘Cunt! Slut! Bitch!’
\nStill dazed, Crimson Flare suffered under his violence, struggling to find some\nmeans to escape this unending humiliation. As she gazed across the room, the\ncaptive heroine watched Lynn struggle to free herself from Ape’s grip. The\nathletic blonde girl kicked and twisted in his arms, her muffled screams buried\nin the crook of the huge criminal’s elbow. Lynn’s eyes alternated between\nsqueezed tightly shut and hugely open. Tears poured down the sides of her face,\na result of both her frustration at her inability to free herself and of her\ndespair at her friend’s treatment. Ape stared, goggle-eyed, at the conquest of\nCrimson Flare. His strength was such that, even with the strenuous effort that\nLynn, athletic as she was, put into her thrashing, he was able to maintain\ncontrol over her merely by pressing his arms almost effortlessly closer to his\nbody. This was sufficient demonstration of the heroine’s dilemma: if she should\nattempt to resist or to free Lynn, Lynn’s life could be forfeit. Ape’s mouth\nhung partly open and America’s Darling could see his tongue working around\nbehind his teeth, like he was himself vicariously enjoying the captive heroine.
\nStill sitting on the bed, Nancy gloried in her triumph. The defeat of Crimson\nFlare was only the first step in her plan for riding with Ape Greystook to the\npinnacle of power in Mitropoulos. She glanced at Ape, who was staring at the\nheroine with that same glazed expression that she had seen on so many faces. Why\nwas this girl so appealing to so many men? she wondered. What was her power over\nthem? Her gaze traveled back to the writhing form of the heroine as she\nstruggled against her attacker and against the pain. The Champion’s small form\nlooked totally helpless. Nancy remembered how Chan had abandoned her and how she\nfelt when he approached Crimson Flare after the struggle against the Normans on\nthe subway platform. She remembered when he reached out his hand to her, and\ngently placed his arm around her, just as he had done so many times with the\nredhead. Now Chan was dead and she was again in position to take power in\nMitropoulos. All she had to do was control Ape. ‘Who’s next?’ she asked.
\nHagood and another large fellow stepped forward.
\n‘No two-fer’s,’ she cautioned. ‘Five hundred each.’
\nWithout a complaint, each handed over a wad of bills to Nancy, who took the\nmoney, rubbing her fingertips against the print, savouring the sensation of\nvictory. She stared at Crimson Flare. How could this small, powerless figure\nhave evoked such fear only a few weeks ago? Nancy smiled inwardly. Crimson Flare\nwould surely die tonight. She would have her revenge. And with the end of\nCrimson Flare, there was nothing to stop Ape—and her!
\nHagood stepped to the bed and ogled the sinuously writhing form of the masked\nChampion. He felt himself getting hard already. Quickly, he grabbed her dark\nbrown hair and lifted first her head and then her body from the green coverlet.\nCrimson Flare moaned as her body hung loosely from Hagood’s fistful of hair. Her\narms thrashed weakly, seeking the attacker. The probe shoved up her ass sent\nsheets of pain up her spine and the Champion of Mitropoulos visibly stiffened in\nhis grip. Her moan was reduced to a throaty growl.
\nWatching the heroine dangle by her hair gave rise to a laugh from the gathered\ncriminals. Whether it was a laugh of relief at the defeat of a hated adversary\nor a laugh of mockery at the indignity of an enemy was not clear. But the uproar\nthat eventually arose sounded like a bar during a hockey game. Already, the gang\nnoticed evidence of the first rapist’s orgasm slowly rolling down the inside of\nher tanned, round thigh. Dried white blotches around her mouth reminded the\nviewers of Ape’s degradation of America’s Darling. And the black stump\nprotruding from her ass was all that was needed to harken back to Nancy’s toying\nwith their victim. Crimson Flare had ceased to be a heroine; she had become\ntheir whore.
\nLynn fought with all her strength to break free of Ape’s grip, but it was no\nuse. She had struck at his arms, kicked him in the shins, wriggled and jerked\nher body every which way, and had failed to even loosen his hold. As she watched\nthe unresisting Champion dangle in Hagood’s grip, Lynn again tried to scream\nout, but her cries were stifled by Ape’s huge arm. She wanted to urge Crimson\nFlare to resist her tormentors, to stand up and fight these—these men, to do the\nthings that Lynn remembered seeing and hearing about, the things that had led\nher to resist the naysayers she had encountered in her own career, the things\nthat had encouraged her to fight back, to go her own way, and trust herself. Why\nwasn’t Crimson Flare fighting?
\nHagood easily tossed the broken Champion to the floor, near the feet of Ape, who\nwas watching developments closely, and Lynn, who continued her struggles.\nCrimson Flare lay on her stomach, the black rubbery dildo protruding obscenely\nfrom her. Rolling slowly to her side, she drew her knees up slightly, in an\neffort to ease the pain from that penetration. But before she could complete\nthis effort, Hagood was on her again, seizing the Dorothy Hamill-hairstyle at\nthe back of her head and pulling the Champion up again. She was in too much pain\nto scream; she gave out with a weak, shocked grunt.
\nHe dragged her to her knees and, as her arms swung uselessly at her sides, he\ndeposited Mitropoulos’ Champion on all fours. Then he began to unzip his\ntrousers. His friend took up a position behind her at the same time that the\nimmense Hagood stepped in front of the heroine. ‘She won’t have a hole left,’ he\nsaid. As the trousers crumpled to the floor, the group gathered around the\nviolated Champion sniggered once again.
\nCrimson’s face was toward the floor as she tried to push the pain out of her\nmind. Her insides raged with an unending, searing pain that began at her hips\nand raced, screaming, up her spine. She could barely breathe. Once again, that\nhand, that hand that was becoming so recognizable, grabbed a fistful of her\nhair. Unresisting, her masked face turned upward. Inches in front of her\nbloodshot green eyes, was the largest prick she had ever seen. It must be\nfourteen inches! Against the white noise of the pain, she vaguely heard still\nmore laughter.
\nNow a slap crashed across the side of her face. Knowing what she had to do, she\nobediently opened her mouth to receive the massive organ.
\nLynn screeched in fury, struggling anew against the bulk of her captor. She\ncould no longer bear this treatment of the heroine. She must get free; she must\nsomehow help her friend, her idol. The men who were attacking Crimson Flare now\nwere generously endowed, the rapist behind her wielding an upward-curving tool\nthat seemed wide enough to prop up a window. And the one in front of her! She\nhad never seen anything like it! She paused involuntarily to gape at the weapons\nabout to penetrate the Champion, then kicked and pounded in a furious flurry,\nall to no avail.
\nApe leaned forward, staring. His own attack on Crimson Flare, it seems, had only\nbeen a prelude. What was happening now could only be described as a fully blown\ndestruction. Hagood and his partner would, he was sure, devastate the naked\nwarrior, end her reign of terror over Mitropoulos’ gangs, and make him the King\nof the Underworld. He decided that he would be the one to finish Crimson Flare.\nFor the moment, however, he would just enjoy the spectacle. He smiled, sat back,\nand felt Lynn’s chest.
\nNancy watched in ecstasy at what she now expected to be the end of Crimson\nFlare. The grin that spread across her face revealed her yellowed, uneven teeth\nas much as it revealed her joy. These two men would, she was sure, bring down\nthat oh-so-perfect bitch! And they had paid her for the opportunity to do it!\nMs. Heroine would pay dearly for taking Chan! It was almost a sexual thrill for\nthe moll and she took the money and rubbed her now-receptive crotch with it. It\nfelt like power!
\nUnable to resist, Crimson Flare opened her mouth and Hagood pressed his enormous\norgan as fully into that orifice as he could. Choking, the heroine gurgled a\ncomplaint, but resting on all fours, she sounded like a pitiable beast of\nburden. And even before that protest had finished, a new intrusion, this time\nfrom behind, cut her off in mid-breath. The gurgle was replaced by a weary,\ndefeated sigh.
\nHagood and his fellow both grabbed the weary warrior. Hagood found purchase with\nhis favourite target, her short Hamill-style hair. He firmly gripped her head on\neither side, his left hand also enveloping her partially-buried ear. The large\nman who pushed his prick into her soaked and ready sex held on to the front of\nher hips, pulling the Champion to him firmly, her bent waist securing his hands\nto her.
\nHagood almost came as soon as those warm lips wrapped themselves around his\nmanhood! He had never felt any thing so soft, so exciting! When he grabbed her\nhead and began maneuvering the helpless heroine, the stimulation increased and\nhe knew he was already dribbling his translucent pre-cum. Crimson Flare\ninvoluntarily opened her mouth as she choked on the fluid slithing down the back\nof her throat. But Hagood forcefully pulled her against his hips to prevent her\nfrom expelling him. His fists, full of her dark brown tresses, tightened,\nsending the knuckles to white. Fighting the urge to cum too soon, he\ninvoluntarily lifted the petite form of the heroine from the floor. For five\nfull minutes, as he held her against himself, Hagood’s ecstasy spiraled further\nupward by the tactile stimulation of her lips, tongue, and teeth surrounding his\norgan, as well as the brushing of her vinyl mask against his sweaty abdomen. Yet\nhe continued to resist cumming, vocalising his agony and his bliss. He held her\nhead firmly against his hips, alternately bending his knees and straightening\nhis back, jerking her unresisting form up and down. He couldn’t believe the\nwarmth, the sensations born of her tongue alternately pressing against and\nlapping the underside of his manhood and her teeth pressing down dangerously at\nthe base of his prick. Every once in a while, he was sent even higher when her\nsatin gloves grabbed desperately at his thighs, her fingers weakly attempting to\nhold him as she dangled from his grip. Once her hand grasped the back of his\nthigh high up into his crotch, so that the crimson satin pressed briefly against\nhis balls from beneath and behind. At that instant he screamed and surrendered\nto this unbelievable range of stimuli. He came again and again, shooting his\nwhite streams directly down her throat. Her choking began almost immediately and\nshe pushed at him, trying to avoid strangulation.
\nHagood’s friend, known as Leathers, pressed himself fully into the heroine\ntrapped between the two massive men. As he did so, his abdomen pushed the soft\nrubbery dildo just that much further into her pained ass. Only Hagood heard the\nweak grunts that emerged from the heroine as a result of this raised threshold\nof pain, but these sounds only further excited him as they rumbled along and\nthrough his prick, from its head to its base. Leathers heard almost nothing as\nhis own bliss seized him. Trying to make the heroine his alone, he pulled her\nhips toward him, tightening his hands on her hips, pushing the dildo fully into\nher, tightening his prick in her, and increasing her vaginal stimulation against\nthe head on his manhood. Oh, he had never felt anything so hot and tight against\nhis prick! Possessing her, he began to rise from his knees taking the\nunresisting heroine with him. He felt the leather of her boots glide along the\nsides of his thighs and calves, as her reflexes responded to the multitude of\nsexual assaults overwhelming her, and as she sought support as she hung between\nthe giants. Leathers felt her cunt seemingly grab and hold him as he moved the\nnaked girl as he wished. Her twisting sex perversely gripped him, rubbing the\nsensitive tip all around, shooting electric bolts down the organ. For five\nminutes Leathers shuddered and resisted, and at the same time pressed himself\ndeep into his victim and twisted her sex on his pole, finding new ways to\nmagnify the charges crackling along his cock. He bent over his captive, pressing\nhis cheek against her sweating, muscular back. He turned his head and licked the\nsweat and bit the soft flesh. Then, her legs shot straight out as she arched her\nback in response, and her soft thighs pressed against his own. No longer able to\nrestrain himself, Leathers took a deep breath and came, long and deep, giving\nvoice to his climax.
\nThe men watching the spectacle saw the formerly terrifying figure of Crimson\nFlare, held aloft between their two comrades, lifted from the floor, alternately\ntwisted, turned, squeezed and stretched, all the while unable to do other than\naccept the sexual assault in all her holes. Some laughed uproariously; even Ape\nand Nancy smiled at the humiliation heaped upon the ‘Champion of Mitropoulos’,\nwho had become nothing more than a toy in their hands. Crimson Flare’s apparent\nhelplessness encouraged even more hands to reach for wallets and pocket money.\nGang members stumbled over one another to try to offer their cash to Nancy, who\nenjoyed the spectacle more than any other present.
\nHagood and Leathers finished with their plaything, but, still trying to sustain\nthe moment, held her, suspended, between them. Her gloved hands pawed at\nHagood’s thighs, trying to find something to hold, and, failing to do so,\nfinally simply hung toward the floor, her curled fingers brushing the carpeting.\nHer masked face was pushed fully into his crotch, his massive organ fully\nengulfed. Her body angled downward toward Leathers. The small form was wracked\nby a seizure of coughing and choking as she tried to expel the seed. When Hagood\nlifted her away from his now-reduced cock, white fluid poured from her mouth,\nand flowed in an unending river down her chin. Leathers lifted her from his\norgan and briefly held her there; Crimson Flare pulled her knees slowly up to\nher torso and she tried to draw herself into a ball. The black rubber dildo\nagain became visible. Hagood and Leathers briefly looked at one another, and\nthen simply dropped her to the floor, the carpet muffling the thud! of the\nbeaten heroine.
\nAs she stared at the floor directly in front of her, Crimson Flare, choking on\nthe mass of semen that had been forced down her gullet, watched a pool of white\nfluid form. She felt the sticky substance drip from her chin into the puddle.\nShe hacked, trying to expel not only the residue from her throat, but also the\nacrid taste of the man’s seed. The heroine felt her stomach turn, like she was\non the verge of vomiting, but her body fought off the impulse. Finally,\nrecovering, she slowly turned her head. She came face-to-face with Ape and the\nstill-struggling Lynn. From behind her mask, she saw Lynn pounding futilely\nagainst Ape’s arms, kicking at his shins. Lynn had not given up, and continued\nto fight even though it was her life that Crimson Flare was trying to protect by\nthis disgrace. But Lynn was struggling to protect her.
\n‘Who’s next?’ she heard Nancy say, laughter in her voice. The redhead in denim\nwas thoroughly enjoying these moments. Here she was, on her way to her\ncoronation as Mitropoulos’ Queen of Crime, and who should provide the last\nstepping stones on her way to the throne? Why that little heroine-slut, Crimson\nFlare! For months, every guy in every gang she had been associated with had had\nthe hots for her. Once, during sex, one of her partners had inadvertently called\nher ‘Crimson’. That was back in her days banging the Savoyards, where she had\nfirst met Ape. When she had told JoJo about it, he said he understood. He\nunderstood!! That was when she had abandoned them altogether and sought out\nChan. She gave Chan the best sex he had ever had; he even told her so. She had\ngiven him the idea of how to get rid of her. She had helped to set up the trap.\nAnd yet, when this goddamn slut shows up at the subway, he couldn’t wait to get\nnext to her. Well, Chan, you’re dead, and now look at the slut! Naked, spitting\nup cum, beaten and degraded on the floor in front of her! She smiled broadly\nacross the small space to Ape. ‘Who’s next?’
\nCrimson Flare knew that her strength, which was unimpaired, would allow her to\nendure this violence, that it would preserve her for more and more assaults. Her\nstrength was a curse in that way: it allowed her to endure beatings and\nbatterings that would have killed a normal human being. But even she, she knew,\nhad her limits. And, looking across the room, she saw the fury and the fear in\nLynn’s eyes, and the heroine understood that Lynn would be lost unless she\nacted. Crimson Flare must put an end to this; she must find it in herself to\nfight; she must restore Lynn’s sense of rectitude, that right would triumph and\nwrong would be punished. The humiliation of the heroine was tearing away that\nsense and, once lost, nothing could repair it. She also realised that she could\nno longer bear, unresisting, this humiliation by allowing herself to be\ndegraded. She had had to accept this dishonour to protect Lynn; Ape and Nancy\nhad made it very clear, that Lynn would die unless Crimson Flare surrendered\nherself to their wishes. And she now suffered at their hands as a result. But\nLynn had not stopped fighting for her; now she would need to fight for herself.\nShe shook her head slowly as she finally realised that this destruction of the\nheroine might not even save Lynn, but rather merely delay her death.
\nApe’s gaze went back and forth between the broadly smiling Nancy, who waggled a\nfistful of cash at him, and the small unmoving figure of Crimson Flare,\nstruggling upward from the floor almost directly in front of him. He smiled back\nat the girl who had set him up to be King of Mitropoulos’ Underworld. God, she\nwas smart! She knew how to plan a heist and set a trap with equal ability. That\nwas how Crimson Flare had got where she was. And when Nancy had grabbed blondie\nhere—he squeezed Lynn’s breast as the thought crossed his mind—he had put the\navenger at a disadvantage and forced her to surrender. Yes, Nancy was\nindispensable to any power he would get.
\nThe heroine’s spine was reeling from the effects of the probe that expanded to\npainfully fill her ass. She straightened her legs with great effort, and she\nfelt the searing pain shoot from the base of her spine toward her neck.\nAmerica’s Darling was soaked with sweat; sweat that rolled off her toward the\nplush carpeting, creating a damp pool around her petite body. Crimson Flare\nsought to place her hands beneath her so that she could push herself upward. But\npain and rape had disoriented her and she had to feel about her for the floor,\nwhich seemed to be in continual motion under her. When she finally managed to\npress herself into an upright position, the sheet of pain that enveloped her\nforced an exhausted shriek from her. The dildo was now fully pressed into her,\ntearing at the insides of the Champion.
\nThe scream of pain brought Ape’s attention back to the small figure on the\nfloor. God, he wanted her again! He remembered how it felt to be inside her, how\nshe looked when he had her down on her knees in front of him—Man, he had Crimson\nFlare giving him head, on her knees! That’s what real power looks like! Well,\nhe’d wait for one more before he took her again, and this time he’d make sure\neverybody knew that she was his bitch! His kit had all the things necessary for\nthat. He pictured the masked Champion wearing his collar, his brand, and\nspending her time just waiting for him. God, that was heaven! That unbelievable\nbitch as his slut-in-waiting. With her under control, he would have all the\npower, and he didn’t need to share it. Sharing was for suckers! Why should he?\nWith this slut doing what he wanted, why did he need Nancy any more?
\nThe masked Champion of Women drew two quick, deep breaths, and felt strength\nreturn to her body. Blinking the sweat and tears from her eyes, Crimson Flare\nsaw yet another gang member approaching her, his hands forward, as if he were\nabout to pick up a wandering baby. Looking past him she saw Nancy, staring at\nApe with a wide grin across her face. Nearby, Ape also grinned, but his was\nmarked by a combination of lust and nervousness. They were thoroughly enjoying\nher defeat. As she tensed her muscles to finally resist and respond, currents of\npain again coursed up her spine. However much she wished to show these criminals\nthe power she and Stacy had marshaled for Good, she couldn’t fight them in her\ncurrent condition! The pain, the pain, was simply too great. She turned inward,\nseeking solace, but the heroine was quickly reminded of her predicament when a\nnew pair of hands grabbed her and pulled her upward. As her body unfolded, the\npain, waiting like an alert wolf, fell over her again. She moaned in agony.
\nHer new antagonist was younger than the others who had raped the heroine. But\nbehind his baby face, she saw the eyes of a killer. She saw his mouth moving as\nhe pulled her toward him, but the words were indistinct. Teeth bared like a\nvicious animal, he appeared ready to tear her limb from limb in a sadistic\nfrenzy.
\nNancy had taken the money from Seeley, called Brew by the others at the frequent\nkeggers; his high capacity for alcohol was the main reason for the nickname, and\nhe was everyone’s friend, but the redhead knew that his child-like appearance\nand ready, empty-headed grin belied a cruelty that was rarely matched. Crimson\nFlare’s groans were weaker and less frequent now, she thought, and she wouldn’t\nlast more than one or two more assaults. It might be wiser to choose some of the\nmen who were less rough at this point, so that she would last longer, and more\nmoney might be made. Brew probably should wait until he only had the dead body\nto play with, for he was notorious, even among his fellows, for his destructive\nlovemaking. But many of the gang wanted to see him handle the masked beauty.\nThey all knew of his fixation on her, how he cut photos of the crimefighter out\nof the paper and would lie in bed at night pawing the pictures. Even this modest\nperversity would raise an erection, they could tell, but the kidding had stopped\nimmediately after he had hurled one jokester through the second-floor window.
\nCrimson made no attempt to defend herself as Brew easily picked her up. Her body\nfell against his like a puppet with its strings cut, and, even in her numbed\nstate, the heroine could tell he was already responding. As her head rested on\nhis shoulder, she turned her face slowly, painfully, to him, breathing into his\near, ‘Take… it out. Take me… there.’ Brew straightened up and lifted her from\nhis chest. He stared at her for a moment, his mouth hanging open, and dropped\nhis eyes toward her hips, where he stared at her thighs writhing erotically. She\nmoaned weakly.
\nBefore anyone could stop him, Brew plopped Crimson Flare on the floor on her\nstomach. The intense pain that was audible in her groan clearly told everyone of\nher helplessness. He lifted her hips, so that her ass was directly in front of\nhim, and then plucked at the tip of the soft black tool that protruded from\ninside her, seeking a fingerhold on the implement.
\nWhen Nancy saw Brew begin to pull the dildo from inside the heroine, she rose\nfrom the bed. ‘Wait. No, you can’t…’ she sputtered.
\n‘I paid,’ he said simply. ‘I can do whatever I want.’
\nThe watching gang members, and even Ape, raised their voices in support of\nBrew’s desire. They knew that Crimson Flare was beaten, that she would die while\nservicing them. Why not have all of her holes available? Nancy looked around,\nconcerned. When she saw the unanimity of sentiment to remove the dildo, to allow\nBrew to fuck her in the ass, she backed off; as if trying to soothe the anger\naroused by her temerity she simply said, ‘OK, OK!’ and tried to soothe their\nanger by slowly moving her hands, palms downward, as if patting a large\nimaginary sheep.
\nBut, instead of returning to her seat on the bed, she edged toward the door,\nstill holding the wad of cash.
\nCrimson Flare could feel Brew beginning to find success in removing the dildo.\nShe could feel its rough surface pull slowly from her ass; she felt the pressure\nit had created inside her lessen as it emerged, bit by tiny bit at first, from\nher; when enough of the grotesque implement was available for the gang member to\nget a good grasp on it, she felt it ripped from her insides, replacing the\nsteady, throbbing pain with a shaper, briefer blindness. Released from the\nconfines of the heroine’s anus, the soft rubber stretched to its original\nsixteen-inch length, wobbling and drooping in Brew’s hand like a stick of\nJell-O. As the pain slowly diminished, the Champion of Mitropoulos involuntarily\ndropped her hips to the floor, partly in relief. But Brew was just starting with\nher.
\nHe sidled up next to the prone heroine, his heroine, and wrapped his arm around\nher naked shoulders, as if seeking to calm the quivering that had taken over her\nbody. Easily, almost gently (a surprise after the tearing withdrawal of the\ndildo), he rolled her onto her back, even as he gazed at the contours of her\nbody, a body he had longed to touch for as long as he could remember. He brushed\nhis hand across her chest, and he squeezed the pink nipples that crowned her\npert breasts. With the constant pain inside her now gone, the sexual part of her\nordeal became more pronounced.
\n‘Aaaaahhhhh—ggghhhh!’ she breathed, almost inaudibly.
\nWith her eyes closed, she imagined herself somewhere else, somewhere away from\nthis Hell. But escape was quickly closed off when Crimson felt the rubbery shaft\nthat had recently impaled her flopping, rubbing, back and forth, beneath her\nnose. The odor—her odor—wafted up, penetrating her dream of freedom.
\nIn her ear, Brew whispered, ‘Open your mouth, baby!’
\nThe removal of the dildo had taken with it the agony that had prevented Crimson\nFlare from effectively resisting her attackers. She had been forced to surrender\nbecause she feared for what might happen to Lynn, and she knew that, impaled as\nshe was, she would be unable to fight back or to rescue her friend. As a result\nshe had been repeatedly raped and assaulted by members of the gang that Ape was\ncreating. The heroine hoped to turn the tables on her enemies, to use her speed\nand strength to save her friend and remove both of them from their captivity.\nBut the repeated attacks had taken their toll. She needed time to recuperate\nfrom the penetrations, the brutality, and the beatings she had absorbed. Now,\nlying on her back, her chest rose and fell spastically. The man next to her was\nalready trying to stimulate her again, playing with her breasts and nipples, and\nto continue her degradation, ordering her to suck the dildo removed from her\nanus. Her ragged breathing combined with a retching from her stomach at the same\ntime as the desire to fight back rose in the battered young woman. But, still\ntoo weak to resist, Crimson Flare complied with Brew’s order and she felt the\nharsh taste of her own body press down on her tongue. She puffed out her cheeks\nin an effort to lessen the intensity, but Brew quickly used the thumb and\nfingers of his other hand to compress the bellows and to wrap her mouth\nunwillingly around the awful instrument.
\nAs he drew the dildo like a saw in and out of her mouth, she heard the laughter\nand cheers that this inspired in the audience watching her continuing\nhumiliation. The heroine shut her eyes in an effort to close out the vile,\ndistorted faces she could see ranging behind her attacker. ‘Give the slut a\nreaming she’ll never forget,’ she heard one watcher say. Another shouted, ‘Kill\nthe fuckin’ bitch!’ ‘Give the superbitch a cum chaser, Brew!’ All of the faces\nthat she could see were fixed on hers, enjoying the Champion’s disgrace.
\nBrew looked around at the wide-eyed faces as they urged him to continue Crimson\nFlare’s shame. A wide, stupid grin stretched across his own countenance, and he\npushed the dildo ever deeper into the heroine’s mouth. With his free hand, his\nfingers traced the contours of Crimson Flare’s breast, tweaking the nipple,\nforcing it to become harder under his ministrations; but as he became more\nexcited at the touch, he began to mash the small tit against her chest,\nlessening her stimulation, much to his chagrin. Brew swung his leg over her\nsupine form, so that he was now straddling the poor girl, forcing the bitter,\nchoking dildo in and out of her mouth, faster and faster. Her breathing, still\nragged, accelerated as he sawed in and out; at the same time, he bounced up and\ndown on his haunches as he sat on her stomach. The lusty cheers of the men\ngathered ’round became louder and louder. They cheered as their colleague ‘rode’\nthe heroine, drawing faint grunts from her each time her rebounded onto her\nmidsection.
\nAs he became more excited, Brew finally released the dildo and turned his\nattention to his waist, where he tore at his belt in a supreme effort to remove\nhis pants as quickly as he could. He fell to the floor and onto his back with a\nheavy thunk! and raised his legs as he wriggled, twisted, and cursed trying to\nremove his tight-fitting jeans. As they passed over his knees, he seemed to get\neven more excited and his aroused manhood came clearly into view. But his heavy\nboots blocked an easy removal and he fought anew to get the heavy cloth over the\ndull leather. He rolled from side to side, squirming and tugging. The laughter\nthat had been aimed at the heroine found a new target, and the gang guffawed at\nBrew who, frustrated, seemed on the verge of cumming even before he had\npenetrated America’s Darling.
\nCrimson Flare pulled the foul-tasting implement from her mouth and tossed it\naside. As her stomach heaved, she saw three gang members rush for the corner to\nretrieve the dildo. Whether it would be used again on the heroine or if it were\nintended only as a souvenir, only time would tell. Slowly, she pulled herself\nupward into a position where she was supported on her elbows, her lower body and\nlegs extended. She was conspicuously aware of her nakedness, and she glanced\ndown at the bush of dark brown hair covering her private parts, with the torn\nand tattered tights hanging on by mere threads around her lower body. She felt\nherself flush as she thought of all these men who had been gazing at her. But,\njust then, the heroine felt another rush of strength and knew that she was\nalmost fully rejuvenated. Her breathing was steady and even, her eyes were\nclear; the muscle spasms that had resulted from the rapes and battering she had\nundergone had all but disappeared. She saw Lynn, still struggling, weaker now,\nagainst Ape’s grip that held her against his chest.
\nBrew was still struggling with his jeans, somewhere between sitting upright and\nsprawling across the floor, but his body had placed itself almost next to the\nChampion’s powerful legs. And the audience watched him—not her—with rapt\nattention.
\nHer kick knocked Brew out with a single blow. Twisting at the waist, and using\nthe floor to provide leverage, Crimson Flare brought a powerful boot against the\nside of his head. The sound of her polished leather striking his thick skull\nechoed through the library. In a single graceful movement, her svelte body\nfollowed the arc of that movement, and she was on her feet in less time than it\ntakes to tell. Glistening with sweat, her naked form rushed at the next nearest\ngang member, whose surprise at the attack would be all he could remember. The\npowerful heroine seized his near leg and she pulled, dropping him on his back.\nCrimson Flare then easily lifted him by the same leg, she whirled once, and sent\nhis insensate form into a small circle of gang members; the force of his body\nscattered the men, throwing two of them violently against the wall behind them,\nand knocking two more to the floor, one of them pinned under the dead weight of\nthe projectile.
\nThe residue of pain was almost completely forgotten when the transformed heroine\nlaunched her attack. She sensed herself growing stronger with each exertion, for\nshe now turned on Ape himself and, seeing that he was staring wide-eyed at the\nspeed and strength the Champion now manifested and continued to only\nabsent-mindedly hold Lynn in front of him, Crimson flashed across the space and\npulled the athletic blonde from Ape’s loose grip.
\nYou have to get out of here,’ Crimson Flare told her friend. ‘Get home as\nquickly as you can. I’ll meet you there.’
\n‘My van is parked behind the Dairy Queen sign at the highway. I’ll wait a few\nminutes for you.’
\n‘No! Go! Don’t--’
\nAt that instant Crimson Flare was grabbed by several pairs of hands as the\ncriminals mounted a counterattack. Lynn realised that she indeed had to flee\nbefore she could again be used as a hostage against the Champion of Mitropoulos.\nProtected by the fighting heroine, in a flash she was out the same window\nthrough which she had entered the room. But she paused before heading for her\nvan. Through the glass she saw Crimson Flare, almost effortlessly, tossing aside\nthe bodies of her enemies. Secure in the knowledge of the heroine’s eventual\nescape, she turned and raced as fast as she could for the gated entry.
\nCrimson Flare stole a few glances as her friend disappeared into the darkness\nbehind the house. The distraction worked against her as yet another band of gang\nmembers fell on her, this time knocking her form to the library carpet.\nClutching hands grabbed at her sweating body, tearing away the last remnants of\nthe already ragged tights that had failed to cover her in any effective way. She\nrolled, kicking one gang member off her only to have another man hook her throat\nin the crook of his arm, pulling her upward from behind as she lay on her back\nstruggling against the small mound of attackers.
\nHe was strong, and as the heroine broke free of one gang member after another,\nshe felt the pressure on the sides of her throat increasing. Finally, freed from\nall of her enemies except the single attacker from behind, Crimson Flare pushed\nherself the remaining way to her feet; then, before her attacker could set his\nown legs under him, the athletic Champion bent at the waist, lifting him onto\nher back, and she simultaneously twisted her shoulders. The force of the\nmovement threw the leather-clad gang member across her shoulders and he smashed\nto the floor in front of her. Crimson Flare straightened herself and looked down\nat the dazed attacker as well as the rest of the bodies strewn on the carpet\naround her. She smiled. Almost unaware of her nakedness, she rolled her\nshoulders and flexed the muscles in her upper arms, which incidentally also led\nher breasts to sit more erect on her chest, the nipples protruding noticeably.\nIt was this unconscious sort of flexing that had made her the sexual ideal of so\nmany males in Mitropoulos.
\nNow to gather up my uniform and get out of here! she thought. She quickly\ncovered the short distance to the torn sequined costume lying on the floor.\nSurveying the mass of moving and unmoving bodies, she bent to pick it up. At\nthat instant, the room disappeared in a flash of red and yellow light, and\nCrimson Flare dropped to the floor, still trying to grasp her tattered uniform.\nShe felt her body unceremoniously yanked to a standing position and her arms\npinned behind her back in a double chicken wing. Bright, coloured dots of light\nflashed in front of her eyes; everything else seemed to be covered in a dark\nmist and she could only discern vague shapes moving in front of her.
\nThe flashes disappeared as a heavy blow smashed against the side of Crimson\nFlare’s jaw, twisting her head violently to the right. But even before she could\nfocus on what was happening, another powerful blow sapped her strength when it\ncrashed into her diaphragm. Desperately trying to get her breath, she heard a\nsinister hissed laughter coming from behind her.
\nAnother punch smashed directly into her jaw. The Champion of Mitropoulos could\ntaste blood in her mouth. Through unfocussed eyes, she could not see her\nattacker, but she knew that his strength would eventually wear down her might.\nShe felt a second pair of hands, and then a third, grab her from behind,\nrestraining the powerful heroine.
\n‘Super-bitch!’ shouted a voice in front of her, just before still another\ncrashing blow twisted her head on her neck. Her arms were held straight outward\nfrom her shoulders now, with several opponents trying to secure the powerful\nChampion from behind.
\nHer vision was clearing. She could now see that it was Hagood who stood in front\nof her. His lips curled into a menacing smile. ‘America’s Darling, my ass,’ she\nheard him say. ‘When we’re finished with you, there ain’t gonna be no guy who’ll\nwant to look at you.’ He unleashed a series of hard blows against Crimson\nFlare’s tight stomach, each one powerful enough to rip through to her spine. By\nthe fifth blow, her muscles had softened enough to drag a dry, desperate gasp\nfrom the restrained heroine. Two more and her knees buckled under her.
\n‘Ullllgggh!’ she groaned.
\nHer head hung down toward her chest, and she felt him grab her short hair once\nmore, just as he had done during his rape. Helpless, she watched as he drew back\nhis massive fist. He stopped it just short of his ear and, as he looked down on\nthe petite Champion of Mitropoulos, he whispered, ‘Nighty-night, cunt!’ The blow\nstruck her squarely between the eyes and practically lifted her off the floor.
\nThe gang members who were holding her let Crimson Flare fall to the carpet. She\nlay there, still conscious, trying to move. Her naked body seemed totally\nvulnerable to their attack. The helpless heroine rolled onto her back, her\nperfectly round thighs spreading invitingly to the men who had beaten her.\nHagood took a step forward, standing now between her legs. Slowly, he undid his\nbelt in anticipation of satisfying his lust again. His erect manhood announced\nhis readiness.
\nCrimson Flare’s black leather boot smashed into Hagood’s crotch. He squealed\nlike a barnyard animal and dropped heavily to his knees, tears rolling down his\ncheeks. He stared wide-eyed at the beautiful girl who had brought him down, his\nmouth agape, as if he could not believe that she would do this to him. His knees\nhad just touched the library carpet when a side swipe by her other boot smashed\nagainst the side of his head, sending his insensate tumbling form across the\nroom.
\nAmerica’s Darling was on her feet in no time. Her vision was blurred by her most\nrecent beating, and she could not yet focus on any of the remaining gang members\nwho were beyond a relatively small radius. But her strength and readiness\nintimidated those who remained there.
\nShaking her head to clear away the fog, she was surprised to find herself alone.\nEven Ape had deserted the scene of battle. When she looked at her left hand, she\nnoticed that she still held her sequined, tattered uniform.
\nWell, she thought, it’s better than nothing at all.
\nShe pulled it over her petite form, the ragged cuts at her crotch exposing her\nmost private area to the draft coming from the open window through which Lynn\nhad fled moments earlier. Her colourless tights had disappeared from around her\nfabulous legs, the bare skin shining, sweaty, in the room’s dim light.
\nIn a moment she followed Lynn’s path through the darkness and toward the gate.
\nNancy walked into the library and stared, almost unbelieving, at the unconscious\nfigures still scattered around the floor. One girl had done this! One little\ngirl! That slut, Crimson Flare! What do I have to do--?
\nNever again, she told herself. How many times had Crimson Flare blocked her path\nto the power that was rightfully hers? Now she had humiliated Ape—and her! Ape\nwould have to be rehabilitated and the gang made his again, of course. But she\nknew that she would meet that superbitch again.
\n‘Next time I’ll kill you,’ Nancy said quietly.
\nEnd of Chapter Five
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