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Oh, god.

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When Crimson Flare painfully opened her eyes, the ceiling above her spun wildly.\nThe drug that had at least in part shielded her from the pain she had endured in\nher rape and beating was no longer protecting her.

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Oh, god. The pain…

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The battered heroine tried to move, but her body refused to comply. Her jaw,\neven though it was already healing, still felt swollen, and she could still\ntaste dried blood inside her mouth. Her bare torso, where Ape had kicked her so\nviciously, ached with a throbbing agony. Her sex, ripped raw by the double rape\nand pounded by the brutal kicks of her attackers, ached continuously with a\ntorment that was off the Richter Scale.

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Oh, god….

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The beaten Maid of Mitropoulos again tried to move, but she discovered that she\ncould not. Her gloved wrists and booted ankles were still securely bound to the\npegs in the hardwood floor. And the simple effort to move sent jets of pain\nshooting straight from the points of origin up her spine to her brain. The\nChampion of Women just hurt too much to scream.

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Oh, god, please….

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The masked beauty tried to get a sense of her surroundings. Taking a deep\nbreath, and wincing as a sharp jab penetrated her at the ribs, she recouped her\nfaculties: she could feel… what, besides the pain? She was naked. The wood\nagainst her back and the cold air around her told her that. She still had parts\nof her uniform in place: her gloves, her boots, and… yes, her mask. Her bound\nwrists reminded her that she had been stripped of her strength as well.

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Must… must find the claw; use it to cut the ropes.

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Crimson Flare knew what she must do. She must cut herself free from her bonds.\nThat would reduce her anguish in addition to freeing her, she knew. As she\nshifted her shoulders, trying to bare the claw at her right wrist, another sharp\npain shot through her ribs. The intensity of this pain was something new to her.\nIf she didn’t know better, she thought, it might be that Ape had broken one of\nher ribs. This was something the heroine thought was impossible, though she\ndidn’t quite know why. Simply because of her extraordinary strength, she\nbelieved that it was impossible to injure her in this way. The severity of the\nagony that shot around her chest and up her spine told her that she might be\nmistaken.

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Oh, god. Please… make… the pain… stop.

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As the throbbing around her chest diminished, a new, familiar pain tore at her\nhead.

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Oh, god, NO! The Nemissesitor!!

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Agony reached new heights as the powerless, beaten woman’s body convulsed. The\nsharp paroxysmal twisting of her torso renewed the throbbing across her chest\nand pain piled upon pain until the hapless heroine finally lost consciousness.

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The gasping heroine’s quivering body filled the TV screen. Staring at the scene,\nNancy smiled. She would enjoy the innocence of this young woman, and then she\nwould serve her mistress.

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When she awoke, the battered avenger shook and then started, and she was fully\naware. The same bare bulbs illuminated the same bare room that was by now so\nfamiliar. Her breathing immediately became faster and more ragged as she\nanticipated the rage of the Nemissesitor tearing through her consciousness still\nagain. She felt fear grip her and tears welled up in her deep green eyes. Oh,\ngod, please, don’t….

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Not through divine intervention, but rather the exhaustion of her tormentors,\nCrimson Flare’s prayer was answered. Nancy slept in a room set up in the\nbasement, the TV monitor glowing brightly, shadows flecking across the redhead’s\nform. Ed and Morly had been sent away and they were now enjoying some\nwell-deserved rest at the McLeod-Slaughter mansion.

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Only Ape walked the halls of the old Conservatory. He mumbled under his breath\nas he paced quickly past the row of practice rooms. Not angry, but rather\nfrustrated: frustrated by his lack of satisfaction in his attack on the masked\nsuperheroine earlier—he had had the superbitch, but that wasn’t enough, somehow.\nFrustrated by Nancy’s apparent lack of concern beyond getting him into a\nposition of power; she seemed to care for him, but not like he cared for her.\nFrustration at the lack of respect that was evident in how his underlings spoke\nto him, and about him when they thought he wasn’t around. Frustration about the\nreal respect he sensed surrounded Nancy as the leader of the gang. And\nfrustration at his own inability to get out from under the debts that superslut\nhad inflicted on him.

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Working himself into the heat of a frenzy, he saw the helpless Champion tied to\nthe floor in his mind’s eye, and he felt his manhood again rising inside his\ntight jeans. She had that effect on him, he knew. He could always get it up for\nher. Suddenly stopping, he turned and gazed at the stairwell leading to the top\nfloor, still imagining the object of his desire. Absently, his left hand found\nits way to the bulge in his pants, gently brushing across the mound, stimulating\nit further. He knew what he wanted.

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His mind made up, he turned determinedly, and made his way up the stairs.

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As he stepped out of the stairwell, he saw the heroine’s black leather boots\nthrough the open door at the end of the hall. The highly polished leather\nreflected the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling and only served to raise even\nhigher Ape’s anticipation. As he walked toward the door, he watched those\nimmobile boots as he drew ever closer to them; as he thought about their\nillustrious owner, the more he realised that what he wanted was not to again\nrape the powerless heroine. Rather, he wanted to defeat and humiliate once more\nthis… Champion of Women; he hated this title that had been given her and he\nwanted to experience the thrill that came with battering this woman who had so\noften vanquished the criminal element in Mitropoulos, to show her her rightful\nplace. He shifted his path to the left so that he could see more of her legs,\nand, as he strode up to the supine superheroine, he realised how very small she\nwas: Couldn’t be more than 5’4”, he thought. What could she weigh? 120 maybe,\ntops? How could she have beaten the Normans and the Savoyards, JoJo, Chan, and\nCos? All three, he knew, had been hot for her, as were so many of the gang\nmembers who had supported them. How could such a little girl beat them?

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He stared into her masked face, trying to fathom why she couldn’t do the same\nagainst him. Again and again, he had beaten her. Nancy said it was because she\nfound it sexually exciting to be beaten, that losing turned on the little slut.\nIf that’s true, then why was she so dry when he raped her earlier? He leaned\nover her, trying to read her emotions in the unconscious face behind the mask.

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Well, he thought, that ain’t going nowhere. I can’t see nothin’. Let’s see who\nshe is.

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The huge criminal stooped and turned his head to gaze into the closed eyes\nbehind the mask. He reached his immense paw up to take hold of the shiny black\nvinyl disguise that protected her identity. The heroine lay absolutely still,\napparently unconscious and, as her mask slipped from her face, not the slightest\nresistance passed across her visage.

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Ape stared deeply into the face that was revealed, surprised that the bruises\nand battering inflicted during the most recent attack were already so nearly\nhealed. But he had never seen this girl before. Who the fuck was she? How could\nshe beat up men many times her size and never be noticed?

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The more he stared at the helpless woman the angrier he felt. How could she take\nhim on? How could she even hope to beat him? Why was Nancy so concerned about if\nhe could beat her? Of course, he could beat her. He’d already done it, what,\ntwice?

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Absently, he curled his fist. He glanced at it and realised that it was almost\nas big as Crimson Flare’s face. How could she stand up to this? With his other\nhand, he grabbed the unresisting Champion by the throat and pulled her inert\nform toward him. She barely budged, her wrists and ankles secured to the pegs\nthat Nancy had insisted be used to restrain her. He pulled at the young woman\nagain, and again her bonds prevented him from lifting her more than a few\ncentimeters from the floor.

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What the fuck? He dropped his victim and he heard the breath come from her in a\ndeath-rattle gasp that accompanied the plop! of her body on the hard wood. The\ncriminal turned his attention to the bonds securing the heroine to the floor. He\nworked on the ropes at her ankles, his large fingers having trouble picking\ntheir way through the small, tight knots that held her spread legs. First the\nleft ankle fell free, then the right. He enjoyed feeling the soft, gleaming\nleather, like he enjoyed many soft things. After the rope had fallen away, he\nheld his hand there, so that it rested against the black boot. He could feel her\nankle and calf on the inside.

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Finally, he returned to the heroine’s now-revealed face and again he tried to\npull her from the floor. He could hear the leather heels scrape across the wood\nbeneath her. But her wrists, still secured to the peg fastened tightly to the\nfloor, prevented him from pulling her upward.

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Again, he dropped her to the floor. He gazed at her naked body, now desiring to\nnot only defeat her but to relish the fruits of that victory. Clumsily, he\nplaced his large hand between her small breasts; then he stroked her body,\npressing his hand toward her naked hips and the tantalising dark brown clump of\nhair that he saw there. A line of drool fell from his mouth, landing on her\nexposed right thigh. It ran down the inside of the tanned leg, settling on the\nfloor. He licked his lips.

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He thought back to when she had been untied earlier, while she had been\nunconscious. He and Ed and Morly had removed her ropes to move her, and then\nthey had re-bound their victim. Nancy had said that it was safe while she was\nout cold, but to keep her bound at all times when she was awake. Well, she’s out\nnow. And where’s the victory if you beat up and rape a bound woman, even a\nsuperwoman?

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He reached out toward the peg securing the helpless woman to the floor.

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Several floors below, Nancy stirred in her sleep. The image on the TV screen\nabove her showed Ape undoing the knots securing Crimson Flare’s bound wrists to\nthe peg fixed to the floor. He lifted the Champion’s arms, still secured at the\nwrists, from the floor, dropping them into her lap. The monitor showed only a\nsmall movement from the bound, gloved arms, barely noticeable on the screen, and\ncompletely invisible to the otherwise occupied Ape. For her part, Nancy remained\noblivious to these events, enjoying her dreams of the thorough revenge she was\norchestrating for a helpless, defeated, and broken masked Maiden. As she shifted\nin her sleep, she licked her lips and smiled an evil smile.

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‘Champion of Women, eh? Hah!’ Ape talked to himself as he carried the\nstill-bound heroine through the door and back down the hallway. ‘America’s\nDarling!’ He knew that a few of the practice rooms had been fitted out with\nbeds, so that, while guarding their prisoner, some of the gang members would be\nable to sleep in shifts. ‘Maid of Mitropoulos! Ha! Ha!’ he laughed without\nhumour.

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At the end of the hall, he turned left through an open door and into one of the\ndark 12’x12’ cubicles. The bed waited in the dark shadows away from the doorway,\nwhere dim light from outside street lamps spread a yellowish cast. He tossed the\nunresponsive body of his captive on the mattress. Dust swirled up into his face,\nand then fell delicately through the sepia glow, so that he felt his nose and\nthroat tickle. He snorted as he rose up to his full height, reaching for his\nbelt buckle.

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He dropped his trousers, the buckle clunking noisily on the floor in the small\nroom. The boards squeaked under him as he shifted his weight to step free of the\nencumbrance. Ape peered into the shadow, looking for the powerless heroine,\ndetermined now to fully punish her for her transgressions: his debts, his\nshortcomings as a criminal mastermind, even his personal inadequacies. He felt\nhis pectorals flex as he imagined her soft flesh giving under the power of his\nblows. His biceps involuntarily contracted as he bent his elbows and imagined\nher tiny form crushed in his embrace. It would be, he decided, the last thing\nshe would feel. This superbitch was more trouble than she was worth. Maybe Nancy\nthought it was a good idea to humiliate her publicly before killing her, but\nthat had already been accomplished, hadn’t it? She was all over the TV news and\nnamed as the supercriminal mastermind behind all the crimes he had done.

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Shit! She even got the credit for the crimes he did pull off. He would beat her\nuntil she was almost dead and then fuck her until she was a corpse. Let the cops\nfind her that way.

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Where was she? She was on the bed a moment ago. She couldn’t have…

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Crimson Flare’s fist powered into Ape’s side, shooting pain right through him\nand driving the air from his lungs in an audible gasp. The huge criminal took a\nsingle staggering step forward and then was hit again, in the same spot, by\nanother powerful blow from the revived superheroine.

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Blinded temporarily by the pain, Ape wrapped his arms around his chest, trying\nto protect against a third shot to his ribs. Bending slightly at the waist, he\nfinally lifted his head to search for his antagonist in the small, dark room.

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He saw her nude body move quickly from right to left across his field of vision.\nTurn quick, he thought, the next attack will come from…

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Aaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhh! He stood straight upright as a powerful blow to the\nkidneys shot agony up his spine. He felt his knees buckle under him and the\nhulking former enforcer reached out for something to steady himself.

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His left arm brushed something soft and, instinctively, he made a grab for it.\nCrimson Flare squealed as his huge hand wrapped around her arm, and she felt\nherself dragged toward the brute. A karate chop toward his throat missed, but\nthe revitalised young heroine felt bone break in his jaw.

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After the beating her body had endured over the last few days, Crimson Flare\nknew that she would have to end this fight quickly if she were to have a chance\nagainst the giant. The pain in her ribs was lessened by the return of her\nstrength, but not eliminated. So, as her petite form, naked and unmasked, was\npulled toward her enemy, who was naked from the waist down, she kicked and\nstruck at him with all her remaining strength. The heel of her leather boot\nfound his shin, and Ape screamed in pain as he fell sideways, back onto the bed,\npulling the heroine after him.

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The naked body of Mitropoulos’ beautiful guardian fell on top of her huge enemy.\nConfused by the spinning fall in the grip of her enemy, for the moment she was\nunable to defend herself. Her legs were thrown upwards and outwards by the fall;\nher free arm fell back against the mattress. And before she could react with\nanother blow to one of his vulnerable, exposed regions, she felt both his arms\nwrap around her like the coils of an anaconda. He crushed her small body in his\narms and pain streaked across her chest. As she tried to grip one of his arms to\npry herself free, she realised just how large were these encircling extremities.\nWhen she grabbed at Ape’s massive forearm, far from encompassing the limb, her\nhand barely covered half of it. Beneath her fingers, she felt his brachioradials\nstraining to press the struggling heroine tighter against his chest. Her palm\nfelt the flexors pulling taut as his wrist curled inward to hold her closer.

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She heard him grunt in her ear as he stood up, easily lifting the small form of\nthe Champion with him. Planting his feet shoulder width apart, he now strained\nto press her against his massive chest. Warm blood from his broken jaw rolled\nonto her shoulder.

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Her legs kicked wildly as Crimson Flare, desperate now, felt the breath, and\nalong with it her strength, squeeze from her body. She tossed her head violently\nfrom left to right, wriggled madly in his grip, anything to gain a moment, a\nloosening of the vise that would soon asphyxiate her. The pain in her ribs broke\nthrough even her reinvigorated strength. Everything failed. Her leather boots\ncould find no weakening as they bounced off his knees and thighs, despite the\ninarticulate grunts the blows drew from him. Gradually, her movement slowed and\nthe Maiden of Mitropoulos, little by little, fell limp in his arms.

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Got’cha! thought Ape. Ya little cunt, thought you’d get away with playing\npossum? Well, that was your last trick. And now there won’t be any doubt about\nwho’d win our fight. You’re not tied up any more. I’m going to kick the shit out\nof you and then rape your ass, once and for all.

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The red, purple, and white explosions that flowered in Crimson Flare’s vision\ntold her that she was about to pass out. If only she could get some leverage,\nget to the floor, so that she could use her strength against her larger\nopponent. Held aloft in the huge man’s grip, she was helpless. And as the\nmovements of her legs diminished and her arms failed to budge the limbs that\nwrapped ever tighter around her naked chest, America’s Darling could feel a\nsense of imminent defeat. Her vision was swallowed entirely in blackness. Her\nresistance took on the form of weak, desperate jerks, rather than her usual\nsmooth, powerful attacks. Eventually, her finely formed legs were simply hanging\nlimp onto the edge of the bed in front of Ape.

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Ape wasn’t about to let Crimson Flare fool him again. She had obviously been\nplaying at unconsciousness when he took her from the floor and put her in the\nbed. But now was different. Though she had somehow freed herself from the ropes\nthat tied her wrists, her resistance had all but ceased. Her gasps told him that\nshe was still conscious, but he could tell she had nothing left. All he had to\ndo was to continue to crush her. To strengthen his hold he leaned forward.

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Crimson Flare felt her legs bend as Ape bowed slightly at the waist. Her feet\nwere solidly planted on top of the thin mattress. Now, quickly! she thought.\nIt’s my only chance!

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With all her remaining strength she pushed upward from the bed, driving Ape\nawkwardly backwards, crashing into the wall behind him. The cinderblock divider\nbowed from the force of his body and, when his head snapped back against the\nwall, the POP! echoed through the third floor. Fresh blood quickly matted his\nhair from the head wound, and, stunned, he released his hold on the young\nChampion.

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She dropped to the floor, gasping desperately to fill her aching lungs. Get up!\nGet up! she thought, before he recovers. She fought the pain in her ribs, but\nplanted her boot on the floor and struggled to her feet. The fact that she was\nnaked made the unsteady motion almost obscene as she rose, stumbling and shaky.\nThe Maiden of Mitropoulos turned to face her tormentor and saw him, sitting on\nthe floor, his back against the wall, staring at his blood-soaked hand. In the\ndim, yellow light from the doorway, she saw that a smeared stream of blood had\nbeen wiped down the cinderblock wall, ending behind his head, which had twisted,\ncurious, as he stared, uncomprehending, at the warm sticky mess.

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Suddenly she felt sympathy for the pitiful giant. He seemed unable to comprehend\nhis injury. His eyes shifted from his reddened hand to the naked Champion\nstanding over him and back again, as if seeking an answer to an unspoken\nquestion. Her heart softened as the fight for her life was pushed into the past.\n‘Ape, are you all right?’

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‘Ah… right?’ he mumbled, his broken jaw not working.

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America’s Darling quickly crouched next to him. She lifted his head slightly\nfrom the wall, and what she saw terrified her. She could see fragments of bone\nand—something else, some kind of gray membrane—mixed in with his slick black\nhair. Turning her eyes to the wall, she saw spots of the same substances\nplastered to the cinderblock in the blood trail.

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‘Oh, Ape. I’ve got to get you help.’ Crimson Flare stepped quickly through the\ndoorway. Her uniform was still laying on the floor in the room down the hall,\nwhere she had been secured only minutes before. Scant moments later, she\nreturned, masked and clad in her familiar crimson-and-gold costume. It clung to\nher in dazzling fashion. Around her waist, her familiar black leather belt\nsettled on top of her hips, and her baton hung easily in its holster. The short\nperiod of time had restored her to almost her full strength and she moved into\nthe dim light of the room with her old confidence. But even in the darkness of\nthe room, the Champion could see that Ape’s face had already gone ashen, and his\nshoulders were covered in blood.

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Looking around for something to apply direct pressure to the wound, Crimson\nFlare grabbed a pillowcase from off the bed. She wadded the cloth against the\nwound. She heard Ape’s breathing, very shallow and noisy. He was dying. Holding\nthe pillowcase against the open wound, Crimson Flare pulled the edges of the\ncloth toward the front of Ape’s face, and began to tie the ends together,\nsecuring the ad hoc bandage against his wound. As she was completing the small\nknot, a powerful blow against the back of her head sent her body falling across\nthe injured giant’s lap. Pain radiated outward from the sides of her head.\nThough not unconscious, all she could see was a black field speckled with\nmulti-coloured pinpricks of light. The heroine’s body twisted as she tried to\nfind a way out from the agony that seemed about to crush her skull.

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The Nemissesitor! her mind screamed. Where…?

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But the Guardian of Mitropoulos couldn’t find the source of her torture. Her\nlegs kicked spastically, then her form writhed in pain and fell from Ape’s lap\nto the floor, lying on her back. America’s Darling exercised no control over her\nbody. Her hands gripped the sides of her head, as if physically trying to pull\nthe torment away.

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She cried out weakly, pitifully, desperately trying to find some relief from the\ntorture.

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But it only took another moment for unconsciousness to bring release.

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When she came to, Crimson Flare peered through a blurry haze at someone’s face\nlooking back at her. There was a voice, as the mouth moved slowly in the fog,\nbut the words were incomprehensible, echoing against one another, resounding in\na metallic chamber inside her head. Her muscles ached and the Champion drew a\ndeep breath as she tried to pull herself together.

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The sharp pain that shot through her ribs when she inhaled brought her situation\ninto focus quickly. The pain told her that she had been bound again; and it told\nher that she may very well have a broken rib. She groaned.

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‘…superheroine,’ the voice said. ‘Everybody knows as long as your wrists are\ntied, you’re helpless. And this time you’re going to stay that way.’ She\nrecognised Nancy’s taunting voice.

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Blinking away the haze, she saw the redhead scant inches from her. The tight\nsmile was familiar by this time. The Guardian of Mitropoulos tried to speak, but\nher mouth was too dry. Swallowing painfully—another bolt of pain shot through\nher ribs—she croaked, ‘Wh-why… why are you… doing this… to me?’

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‘I’ve already told you, superbitch. To get what’s mine. To get what I deserve.\nAnd what’s better than just getting it than also taking down the white bread\nheroine that has every guy in Mitropoulos—I mean, every guy: do you ever even\nsee the stares that follow you when you come into a room?—taking down the\noh-so-high-and-mighty heroine that has every guy in Mitropoulos creaming his\njeans?’ She spit in Crimson Flare’s face.

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The sputum rolled off her mask and onto her face. The heroine smelled the small\nbits of matter—probably lingering bits of her last meal—that had been\nexpectorated. She desperately wanted to wipe the insult from her face, but her\nhands, tightly bound behind her as she sat in the chair, were absolutely\nimmobile. She dropped her head hoping that the spittle would drop away, but\nNancy’s cupped right hand lifted her chin before anything could happen.

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‘No, you bitch. Nothing’s going to be so easy for you, ever again. You’re going\nto die slowly and in pain and humiliation. Then I’ll leave your body at the\nscene of your latest… no, make that your last… crime, a crime that went wrong.’

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Struggling painfully for a breath, Crimson tried to respond to the challenge.\nBut the pain and the bondage wouldn’t let her.

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Nancy dropped her hand from the heroine’s chin to the sequined uniform that\ncovered her torso. With a surprising gentleness, as the hate that had moved her\nseemed to melt away, the back of Nancy’s fingers began to press against the\nsmall round mound that was the Champion of Women’s left breast. Moving her hand\ncounterclockwise from the center of her chest and under the perfect, raised\nbosom, the redhead felt the solidity of the breast stand up to the tender\npressure she brought against its mass. She sighed, then turned her hand and laid\nit across the full expanse of the jutting mammary. She rolled her fingers across\nits top as if she were playing an arpeggio on the heroine’s teat. Her palm\npressed a little harder against the face of the organ and, even through the\ncostume, after some moments she felt the nipple hardening under her gentleness.

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Crimson Flare felt the pain in her ribs diminish as she gave herself over to the\npleasure raised by Nancy’s manipulation of her sensitive breast. Her breath came\nfaster as Nancy multiplied the stimuli by bringing her left hand up to the\nglittering right breast, again ministering an affectionate touch to that\nincreasingly sensitive orb.

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‘Or…’ Nancy whispered.

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It was the combination of pleasure and pain that stimulated Crimson Flare. The\nagony that she was experiencing from the throbbing in her ribs mixed deliciously\nwith the expert tactile manipulation that seemed to come so easily from Nancy.\nThe bondage, too, worked on the heroine’s mind. She sat in the high-backed\nchair, her hands secured tightly behind her back and, it seemed, also to the\nback of the chair (for she could not move them either side to side or up and\ndown, but they stayed, fixed, in a single spot). Try as she might, she had not\nbeen able to twist her wrists in such a way as to move her claw into position to\nfree herself. The masked Champion’s legs were spread and her ankles tied to the\nheavy legs of a chair that seemed to be large enough for a cathedra. Between her\nlegs, Nancy sank slowly to her knees, all the time gently pressing, fingering,\nmolding her small, perfectly formed mounds; Nancy could tell that they were\nnaked under the heroine’s glittering costume. She smiled as Crimson Flare’s\npowerful thighs tightened and she pressed her toes against the floor, trying to\nraise herself up. But the ropes had been secured in such a way that the only\nresult was a compression of her thighs inward, pressing against the redhead’s\nchest.

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‘Or…’ she whispered again.

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‘Oohh!’ Crimson Flare sighed audibly.

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Nancy lifted one hand to the quivering chin of America’s Darling and raised her\nhead to look into her green eyes. They glistened in the dim light in the room.\nShe could tell that her victim was on the verge of defeat. Sliding up her body,\nas if providing the bound heroine with a lap dance, Nancy gently placed her\nother arm around the captive’s neck and drew her lips close to Crimson’s. Barely\ntouching her lower lip, she delicately kissed her prisoner once, twice on the\nsoft ruby tissue, then once on the upper lip; finally, once, twice, three times,\nand then again and again, each time exercising a remarkable restraint in order\nto tantalise, to awaken a sensibility to the possibilities of her own\nsensuality. ‘Or…’ she whispered a third time, with infinite softness. Their lips\nmet and this time Nancy’s kiss was reciprocated. Nancy felt the muscles in her\nprisoner’s shoulders constrict, pulling forward toward her.

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Moments later, Nancy opened her mouth and pressed her tongue into the waiting\norifice of the near-broken Champion. There, inside Crimson Flare, the two pink\nshafts tried to intertwine; they commingled and danced, enjoying the shifting\npressure and sensations. Below, Nancy’s hand reached behind the bound avenger\nand pulled the zipper down the back of her faintly sparkling uniform. As the\nmetal teeth separated, revealing the vigilante’s silky back, Crimson Flare’s\ntormentor pressed her palm against the smooth skin. Her palm brushed evenly,\ngently, feeling the hard muscles pulled taut against her soft flesh. The\nredhead’s hand paused in its movement, seeming to enjoy the sensation of the\nskin’s silky smoothness against its own surface. Then it moved on, counting the\nribs as it moved up and down the prisoner’s spine. Nancy felt the lust in her\nown groin begin the boil, as she foresaw the logical culmination of this train\nof events. That same hand now crossed the shoulder of her prisoner, seeking the\nhardening nipple she had felt through the sequined crimson-and-gold costume.

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As the redhead ran her hand toward the pale pink aureole, all pain left the\nsensibility of Crimson Flare. The Guardian of Mitropoulos embraced only the\npleasure and sensuality. She felt the passion rising within her, and, when the\nlong fingernail of the ambitious criminal glided across the tip of her nipple, a\nviolent chill swept simultaneously up and down Crimson’s spine. The tip of that\nnail pressed lovingly against the base of the nipple and that point of contact\nbecame the centre of the Champion’s existence. She threw her head back, drawing\nin a large breath, which was expelled in a long sigh of immense sensuality. The\npain in her ribs formed only a diminishing counterpoint to the pleasure that was\ncentered on that tiny point of contact. Futilely, she pulled again at her bonds,\nbut the very immobility of her arms, and the powerlessness that it carried, only\nserved to excite America’s Darling even more.

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Focusing her attention on that one breast, Nancy slowly moved that diabolical\nfingernail round and round the pinkness, spiraling Crimson’s sensibilities ever\nhigher. At the same time, Nancy pressed her lips tight against the heroine’s,\nsmashing the young girl’s resistance and slowly, irresistibly, pulling from the\nheroine the sounds of her defeat.

\n

‘MMmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnhhhh!’ Their lips separated, and Crimson Flare reached with\nher head toward the retreating criminal. Her entire upper body seemed to be\nreaching for the redhead. ‘Aaagghh! Oh!’ Nancy saw her lick her lips, trying to\ntaste the sensuality that had been separated from her. When Nancy lightly\nsqueezed Crimson Flare’s nipple between thumb and forefinger, the helpless\navenger released a cry of infinite sensuality.\n‘Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhggggggnnnnnnmmmmllllll!!’

\n

Crimson Flare tugged again at the ropes binding her wrists and again failed even\nto move her gloved hands. Through her vinyl mask she looked out at the redhead\nwho had so often sought to destroy the young woman. She could still taste the\nlips and tongue that had only just separated from her own, and she extended her\nneck, reaching her head forward, seeking to return to the pleasure and passion\nof that kiss. Simultaneously, Nancy noticed, she squeezed her thighs toward one\nanother, a movement of almost unnoticeable dimension because of the bindings\nsecuring her booted legs to the legs of the chair. The helpless woman panted as\nher fervor crested.

\n

‘Want some more, superheroine?’ Nancy asked, smiling. ‘Well, you’ve got to pay\nfor it.’

\n

‘Wh-what… do… you want?’

\n

Before answering, Crimson’s tormentor fingered her petite breast. Nancy never\npressed against the mammary; rather, her fingers, her nails, her knuckles all\nsimply seemed to glide across the surface of the skin, a movement that served to\nboth tease and torment her young captive. ‘I indicated there was an alternative,\nCrimson Flare,’ Nancy whispered. ‘You might die, painfully, humiliated. Or…’ she\nstopped again.

\n

The nails of her thumb and middle finger pressed against the base of the\nhardening nipple. The Champion pushed back in the chair and jutted her chest\nforward as the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain flooded her. With a\ndesperation born of this ecstasy, she pulled for all she was worth, vainly, at\nthe ropes binding her wrists behind her back. ‘AAAaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!’ Her body was\nquivering.

\n

‘You might, as an alternative, decide the help me. I think you already\nunderstand how rewarding that might be. I can offer… many incentives.’

\n

Crimson balled her hands into fists and tried again to pull apart the ropes that\nbound her, and that had removed her great strength. Thus far, she had\nsuccessfully hidden her efforts to free herself behind a façade of sexual\nexcitement, one she knew Nancy was ready to believe. But Nancy’s expertise at\nraising the vigilante’s level of excitement, and the criminal’s facility in\ndirecting her captive’s soaring sensations were breaking down that façade. The\nbound Champion needed a reprieve from the torment; she needed to distract Nancy.

\n

‘Are these… the same rewards you offered… Ape?’

\n

‘Ape?’ Nancy looked like she had forgotten entirely about him. ‘All I promised\nApe was sex.’ She answered almost as if it were an afterthought.

\n

‘He’s hurt,’ Crimson Flare said softly.

\n

‘Yes, you did injure him severely. I suppose you’re feeling guilty.’

\n

‘I didn’t… mean to. He and I were fighting…. I…’

\n

‘I saw what happened. The noise of the fight woke me up. When I saw that you had\nwon, I knew that I needed the Nemissesitor again.’

\n

‘Did you get him some help? He’s very seriously hurt.’

\n

‘Oh, no. He’s going to die.’ Glancing to her right, through the open door, she\nadded, ‘If he’s not dead already.’

\n

‘But… but… I thought… you cared… for him.’

\n

‘Oh, I do. He took me a long way. I’m grateful for that. Very grateful.’

\n

‘Please. We’ve got… to do something.’

\n

‘We will. But first… which will it be, Crimson Slut?’

\n

America’s Darling felt her whole body slump as she realised that she was going\nto be forced to make a choice: a choice between her own safety and the life of\nher injured enemy. ‘He’s got to get help. He’ll… die.’ The last word was barely\na whisper. Crimson Flare choked up at the thought that she would be responsible\nfor another death.

\n

‘You might still save him. Make your choice.’

\n

The masked Maiden opened her mouth, but she knew nothing she could say would get\nApe aid sooner than obeying Nancy. ‘All… all right,’ she said, almost inaudibly.\n‘Just get him help.’

\n

Nancy’s hand returned to its circling movement, gliding across the flesh of her\nbreast. Under the crimson sequins of her costume, the caress was only barely\nnoticeable. Crimson Flare, aware of her powerlessness and of her inability to\nfree herself, felt a quaking in the pit of her stomach, as if a herd of buffalo\nhad decided to move across a range. She may have been trying to create the\nillusion of weakness as a means to overcoming Nancy, but the illusion was coming\ndangerously close to reality. The muscles in her arms felt flaccid; she could\nhardly breathe. Her head slumped toward her chest. She wanted to ask the redhead\nonce more to get help for Ape, but the words froze in her throat and remained\nunspoken.

\n

Nancy was watching the heroine closely, and when her weakness became clear, she\nrose to her feet and her hands quickly moved to the knots that secured her\nvictim to the chair. In only a few moments, the ropes that had tied her tightly\nto the large wooden chair lay strewn on the floor around the black boots of the\nGuardian of Mitropoulos. Freed, she slumped in her seat, exhausted. She tried to\nmaneuver her wrists to bring the claw into play, but, right now, her weariness\nmade it impossible.

\n

Nancy gripped her bound wrists in her hand and lifted, pulling the unresisting\nheroine painfully to her feet. ‘You’ll have to start by standing, Crimson Slut.’\nGuided by Nancy’s grip on her bare upper arm, Crimson Flare stumbled toward the\ndoor through which, only a moment earlier, Nancy had cast a glance.

\n

Inside the room, Ape lay unconscious on a bed that was almost too small for his\nframe. The pillow was soaked in blood. Opposite the door, Ed and Morly, recalled\nfrom their revels, stood awaiting Nancy’s orders. Crimson caught her breath when\nshe saw his face. Drained of all colour, she couldn’t be sure he was still\nbreathing. ‘You promised to get him help,’ Crimson Flare declared as firmly as\nshe could, turning toward her tormentor. Then she said, more softly. ‘Is he…?’

\n

‘No, not yet. And I’ll get him help when I’ve got you where I want you,’ the\nredhead responded.

\n

Nancy moved purposefully behind the bound woman. ‘On your knees, heroine,’ she\nordered.

\n

Knowing that Ape’s life was now in the balance, Crimson Flare gritted her teeth\nas she slowly dropped to her knees. The pain in her ribs was intense and when\nher knees struck the floor the shock was multiplied across her chest. She had\nnever felt such intense pain as she now felt.

\n

Nancy removed a syringe from her denim jacket as she bent behind the bound\nheroine. She didn’t say a word as she removed the plastic cover from the needle\nand examined the milky fluid on the inside. Then, before Crimson Flare knew what\nhad happened, she felt the needle plunge into her bare upper arm near her\nshoulder. Nancy rose to her feet and walked slowly to face the Champion and\nstare at her reaction to the drug.

\n

‘You know what that is, Crimson Slut?’ she asked with a broad smile in her\nvoice. ‘It’s the same stuff that Ape put into you a few hours ago, the stuff\nthat let Ape and the boys… have their fun.’ Crimson Flare’s eyes shot up at the\nwoman standing over her. ‘And you know where it came from? Hmmh? It was Chan’s\nformula. He figured out what was needed to put someone with your strength out of\naction. He was brilliant, you know. He was a shit, but he was brilliant. He\nwanted to leave you awake, but unable to resist. He knew that with your\nstrength, the stuff had to be potent.’

\n

The Maiden of Mitropoulos began to sway as the effects of the drug hit her. She\ntried to speak. ‘You pr- prom-ised you… you’d help… Ape.’ The words were\nslurred.

\n

‘Oh, don’t worry about him. In half an hour he’ll be dead. Another victim of\nMitropoulos’ supercriminal. Ha-ha!’

\n

‘N-n-no! You… you c-can’t!’ The Masked Maiden’s voice was almost inaudible.

\n

‘I can do anything I want. And that stuff that Chan created will let me get away\nwith it.

\n

‘You know what’s really great about it? It doesn’t lose potency with frequent\nuse. A lot of drugs seem to get weaker as you use them, so that you need more to\nget the same effect. But this stuff… Chan was so pleased when he saw that you\ncould inject the same amount a dozen, two dozen times, and the effect was\nconsistent. Even your constitution won’t develop a tolerance for it,\nsuperheroine.

\n

‘I have enough to keep you under my thumb for the next year, if I want.’ She\nstared at her captive. ‘I don’t think I’ll need you for that long,’ she said\nunder her breath.

\n

Crimson tried to shake her head, but the delirium that was taking over only let\nher move her head in a series of uneven figure 8s. ‘N-n-nnnoo!’ she whispered.\nShe felt her body swaying on a long axis now and the heroine knew that it was\nonly a matter of time before she was totally helpless.

\n

‘We don’t know if it’ll make you dependent, though, Crimson Slut. Seems all of\nthe test subjects died before we could find out whether they were hooked on it.\nBut they died, all of ‘em, with smiles on their faces. So the high must be\npretty good. One guy had more than twenty of doses, small by comparison with\nwhat we gave you, but the effects were always the same.’

\n

Crimson Flare felt the redhead’s hand grab her sequined costume and pull her to\nher feet. Under the influence of the drug, she didn’t resist. The bound Champion\nof Women was pulled from the room, leaving the dying giant behind. Her leather\nboots beat an uneven clump-clump into the hallway. She ran blindly after the\ndenim-clad moll as she was pulled toward a destination she could only guess.\nAmerica’s Darling felt herself falling a few steps past the doorway and the\nincreasingly vicious Nancy pulled, demanded, dragged and cursed the heroine to\nmove her further along.

\n

‘Come on, you slut. There’s something very special waiting for you. God damn it,\nyou, move! or I’ll kill you right here,’ Nancy promised, alternately dragging\nthe young woman and tugging at her sequined costume. Then, when the bound\nGuardian of Mitropoulos would move no more, she hastened behind the fallen\nheroine to kick her the last few yards toward the door. In her delirium, the\nbound heroine crawled and rolled the last few yards to the room where she had\nearlier been pummeled and terrorised.

\n

The kicks drove her into the open doorway. She couldn’t clearly see her\ndestination, her senses having been addled by the effects of the serum streaming\nthrough her. Her ability to move ended as she crossed the threshold into her\nformer prison. That was far enough for Nancy. She reached down and grabbed the\nunmoving vigilante by the back of her costume, grabbing the spandex where the\nopen zipper had separated it. Three great tugs and the deed was done.

\n

Nancy circled her captive in the middle of the floor. ‘So, here we are then. The\nend of the line.’ On the floor next to her, Crimson could make out the vague\noutlines of Ape’s black bag.

\n

The heroine simply sat in the middle of the room, her head rocking back and\nforth, her dry tongue vainly trying to moisten her parched lips. Crimson Flare’s\nbreathing was almost reduced to a panting now, and, as she realised how\ndesperate was her situation, her head dropped, tears running out of the corners\nof her eyes.

\n

‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘Don’t hurt me… any more,’ she begged.

\n

Nancy began to untie her wrists.

\n

End of Chapter Nine

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