Princess America arrived at 814 Grand, the location where she expected to find illegal gambling going on. At least that was what her alter-ego overheard in a local tavern while having lunch earlier that day. While not a drinker, she found the location to be a fair source of information concerning criminal activities that plagued her new neighborhood. Seeing no lights, the fledgling Heroine found the door curiously unlocked .. though she decided that may not be so surprising, as she had discovered in the month since she had arrived in the city that there apparently was an unwritten rule saying that the “boys” were not to be crossed. The local population, the gangbangers, and even the police seemed to respect that unwritten rule, but Princess only saw an opportunity to make life a little better for the law-abiding citizens of Megapolis.
'I knows I seen someone come in here,' Bruno thought to himself. His snub-nosed pistol in hand, he pushed open the door that had been left ajar. Back behind Giacciano's Deli, across the alley, was the darkened gambling hall the low-level mobster was responsible for watching at night. He had been half-dozing in the Giacciano's kitchen when the creaking door had brought him to his senses. Peering through a frosted window, he had only caught sight of a shadow slipping inside the old brick garage.
The spicy aroma of the dinner special wafted back into the room as Princess entered. She made her way into the room, noticing from the moonlight the felt-covered tables, row of slot machines, and other games of chance that were available to patrons of the establishment. As she started looking for an ‘office’ that might give her some further information on the local “mob” operation, the sound of footsteps came from a hallway. Her pulse quickened as she took a position behind the bar, crouching down to give herself the edge should this turn into a confrontation.
The thick-set, heavy-jowled goodfella, his jogging suit hanging in wrinkled folds, eased into the dark interior of the garage. He could faintly see the tables spread across the floor, with a bar off to one side. It was too dark inside to really see, so Bruno reached his hand into the darkness to grab for the string hanging from the overhead lights.
Though after dark on the cold December night, the “casino” would not open for hours yet. Bruno looked over the room as the lights came on .. seeing nothing out of place, he made his way to check the office, holding his piece by his side. Popping up while the large thug’s back was turned, Princess announced her presence: "Hold it right there and drop the gun - I’m shutting this place down!" The hood’s mouth dropped open as a young woman made her way around the bar, and stood proudly before him .. the long-legged masked Brunette wore a long-sleeved spandex leotard with red and white vertical stripes up and down her slender torso, and solid red sleeves. It just covered her fair-skinned shoulders, the cut allowing a fair amount of cleavage to show from her model-worthy figure. She also had a short skirt covering the bottom of the costume, white stars on a blue field, just like the American flag. In addition, a 2" wide gold-colored belt surrounded her waist. She wore short blue gloves, with bulky gold-colored bracelets clasped around each wrist.
As Bruno raised his weapon, Princess brought her right hand up and sent a pulse from her bracelet toward his gun hand, ending with the man dropping the gun in surprise and shaking his hand. It reminded the thug of years earlier when the Sisters at St. Michael’s would whack his knuckles with the ruler. As he bent over to retrieve the gun, Princess was a red, white, and blue blur - on him in an instant .. "Now I warned you about that .." the Heroine said sweetly as she sent a kick with her thigh-high red leather left boot to her opponent’s midsection, connecting under his ribs and sending him sprawling away from his weapon. Bending over the man, and in a fighting stance, Princess asked "Now you really don’t want to get hurt tonight, do you?"
Bruno shook his head as he gasped from the kick to his solar plexus. Looking up, the vision of the beautiful, star-spangled brunette swam around before him. Trying to focus on her and catch his breath, he muttered, "Whadafuck, you dat new Ultra Cunt? Wait ..." he grumbled as he took a deep breath, "... you ain't no Ultra Cunt. Who da fuck're you?"
Princess nearly turned away blushing from his foul language alone .. that was certainly nothing that she heard growing up at the secluded school she attended for the last 6 of her 18 years. "No, my name is Princess America ..", the Heroine stated proudly as she straightened up to a full 5’9” (including her 2” heels) ".. and I’m here to put this house of gambling out of business." She watched unconcerned as the man pulled himself back up, figuring her kick would convince him to stop resisting.
What Princess didn’t know, was that she was facing a member of Dom Morella’s crew, and Bruno would not be so quick to surrender to any costumed girl. While some of her activities had brought her into conflict with small-time hoods on the fringes, this was the first time she was going after a target that would strike within the Mob’s actual hierarchy. If nothing else, Bruno would have to show he put up a good fight to save face and position in the organization.
Not really caring who she was, Bruno lurched forward and brought a hamfist up towards Princess America's nose as quickly as he could. "Fuck ya! You're goin' down!!" The Heroine was surprised by the suddenness of the attack, and was only able to turn her head, taking a glancing blow to the chin, which sent her stumbling back two steps. "Hey! .. Watch it!" she warned while coming back with a left to his ample stomach. "Oof!" he grunted while doubling over .. the blow did nothing to help digest the Veal Marsala he gulped down about 90 minutes ago.
"We’ll see who’s going down!" Princess said with conviction as she grabbed the 320-pound man by where the lapels would have been if he were wearing a proper suit. Barely leaving Bruno time to gasp, she picked him up in the air, pivoted, and tossed him straight through a table marked for “21”!. Princess looked on, satisfied with the loud CRASH as Bruno went through the table, leaving splinters and pieces of particle board laying around as if he was at ground-zero of a grenade blast.
The minor-league mobster sputtered as he looked up glassy-eyed, as the Heroine crouched down .. grabbing him by the collar with her right hand, and placing her right fist to his breadbasket, she was prepared to make it very uncomfortable for the thug if he wanted any more. "Now .. are you ready to surrender quietly, and wait for the police to arrive, or would you like to ‘discuss’ this further?"
Gasping for air as he dabbed at the blood seeping from his nose, Bruno held up in other hand in a gesture of surrender. "Yo, stop it, I give already, ya goddamn superbitch! Stop breakin' my ball here! Look, whatya want?" the corpulent crook whined. "What do I want?" Princess asked with some curiosity. She had come simply to put the gambling den out of commission, and that goal was well in hand. Up to this point, the Heroine had been reacting to criminal activity as it came to her .. generally street crime and the occasional store robbery she happened upon in progress .. and despite Mayor Giusti’s proclamations, crime was easy to find on the streets of the venerable city.
"I don't want no trouble, I'm just tryin' ta do my job here. Whadya want wit' me?" the beefy soldier sputtered, looking up through glazed eyes as the Heroine slowly got up. Princess paused for a moment while trying to decide what to do with this sudden opportunity. As she thought, Bruno looked up at her. Even battered and sore, it was hard for him not to notice the amazing body in the snug costume. The stripes that ran down her chest seemed to make her breasts that much more impressive. What distracted him more than anything was the peek he was getting up under the short blue skirt. He could see the red thong beneath the skirt, almost teasing at him as she stood over him. Then she knelt back down, which forced him to look her in the eyes, those brown orbs behind the white mask.
Princess stared back at Bruno as she thought … This could be a big break .. I know the “mob” is behind just about every crime I’ve come across. But since I can’t very well ask the Police, I never thought I’d be able to find out all about their organization, and who ‘Mister Big’ is so soon … she decided how to best approach this fortuitous turn of events. While she knew the underlying cause, the novice crimefighter just didn’t have the knowledge or experience to figure out who, or how to strike at it yet .. at least not without attracting the kind of attention that would threaten her anonymity. Perhaps this would be a chance to make some real headway … "What I want to know concerns your organization .. Who is in charge of this gambling hall? In fact, who is in charge of the organization as a whole? Where are your other ‘businesses’ located, and where can I find the man or men in charge of everything?"
Bruno nearly rolled his eyes as he listed to the excited young girl blurt out her list of questions .. he thought to himself "Jeez, who turned da lights out on dis bimbo when she was suppose to be lernin’?" .. knowing full well that giving up any of those answers was a shortcut to a very abrupt and unpleasant demise. Still, he figured what better way to make up for this embarrassment than to deliver the do-gooding meddler to the organization before she could grow up and cause some real harm .. "Lookit here girlie, I don't know nothin'. If ya wanna talk ta someone, go see Johnny T. He's over on Gardner Avenue, offa 152nd Street. Place called The Green Grill. Ya go talk ta Johnny, he knows all about everyting!"
The Heroine then began tying Bruno up as she decided to pay this “Johnny T.” a little visit tonight .. maybe I can break the organization in one quick sweep! The metal legs from the broken table made for a very effective way to disable the heavy hoodlum, Princess fashioning a sort of handcuff with her impressive strength. Once he was tied up, she placed a call to “311”, leaving the location and presence of Bruno as an “anonymous tip”. Stuffing some bar napkins into his mouth to stop him from calling for help, Princess waved over her shoulder as she left. "Thanks for your help .. I’ll figure out a way to make your cooperation known once I apprehend this Johnny T. person .." She watched from the alley across the street to make sure the Police got there. Now why didn’t they use their sirens? Oh well, two cars should be enough .. Seeing the officers enter the room, Princess decided she could head for this Green Grill place.
While it was very unusual to see a Heroine walking down the street, it was not unprecedented in the city, and two miles wasn’t too far for her to go, even on the chilly night. Not really feeling the cold was one of a number of benefits she enjoyed in her guise as Princess America, though a look at the front of her costume would be enough to illustrate the cold conditions without needing to see her breath on the sub-freezing night. While passing the 149th Street, she recognized the alley where she stopped her first crime, a purse snatching a little over three weeks ago .. that woman was so grateful – and the satisfaction! It was a better feeling than I could have ever hoped for .. every night since she had been out looking for trouble, and often finding it. Oh, the Green Grill! she exclaimed to herself while looking up from her reminiscing.
The building was wholly unspectacular, a worn down three-flat with a facade for the eatery and bar that occupied the first floor. An elaborately carved wooden veneer was visible from above the snow piled up to the base of the windows, but the peeling emerald paint gave away that this was no trendy nightspot. Realizing that she actually had no crime in particular to justify going after this man, Princess decided that a conversation was in order. Striding confidently through the entrance, she made her way right to what passed for the maitre ‘d (a husky man behind the bar), and announced "I’m here to see a ‘Johnny T.’, please?"
Every eye in the place turned to the beautiful young vision of heroic fortitude as she walked into the place. Smoke hung down a foot from the ceiling as the room full of men balefully looked at her. More than a few stared at the twin points, chilled and hardened by the winter weather. A long bar was on the left side of the deep, narrow room, with round tables and chairs spotted to the right. The heroine could count at first glance twelve men, all busy playing cards, drinking, or who had just been running their mouths until the brunette heroine arrived.
Princess looked over the room, careful to take her “heroic stance”, and display a sense of command .. she had quickly learned the need to project confidence on the ‘street’, and kept calm even while considering the dozen or more unfriendly faces spotlighting her obviously unwelcome presence. The sheer numbers were some cause for concern, and some of the expressions she saw were discomfiting as well. Oh! My goodness … Princess couldn’t help but blush slightly as she glanced down and noticed the view she was affording the men, as that was no doubt causing the salacious leers some of the men were now sending her way.
In her brief career, the most she had ever faced were 4 men at once .. boys really, who she found assaulting a woman nearly two weeks ago. Princess stumbled onto a scene where a buxom, ebony-skinned woman was laying in an alley with most of her clothes torn off, while two men were ravishing her .. and two others held her to the ground. Subduing the attackers was easy enough with her awesome powers, though it was a bit difficult at first, when the youthful defender had to keep track of four attackers coming from all different angles.
While waiting for the police to arrive, Princess was impressed with how well the woman was able to deal with the aftereffects. (The woman explained that she had made an .. ‘arrangement’ .. with one of the assailants, when his three friends jumped at her from the shadows, and decided they wanted a free ‘piece of the action’.) The Heroine did not condone prostitution by any means, but could understand desperate women turning to it in the face of high-unemployment, and a frustrating lack of progress in breaking the barriers of the male-dominated business world.
A man in the back of the room, cue stick in hand, leaned back to give a soft knock at a door in the rear of the place. As he did that, the man behind the bar walked down to the end of it, patting a baseball bat against his palm. "Whadda fuck ya want in here? There ain't nothin' here for you, so get da fuck out," he growled.
As the patriotic-looking intruder unconsciously took a step back in the face of the man with the bat, she bumped into two more .. the gorillas pressing up against either shoulder, towering over her 5’9” (in heels) height. It was like backing up into a wall, as they glowered down at her. "Oh! Excuse me .." Princess said politely as they moved her forward toward the bartender. "I think youse should lissen to da man, girly." the one on her left remarked, as the other puffed his foul cigar smoke down into her face.
As the men at the front did their best to intimidate the colorful, shapely young woman; a man back by the pool table pointed in her direction .. "Lennie! That’s her! The fuckin’ bitch that queered the Kroll Jewelry job!" He tapped his friend on the shoulder as he excitedly kept pointing her way .. "I was in the car waiting when alla sudden da cops come pourin’ in like crazy .. and they weren’t ‘our’ cops either ... Nunzio and Joey Fingers are still in the county lock-up!"
Meanwhile back in the front, the men were deliberately pressing in on Princess from either side, enjoying their job greatly at the moment as they looked down on what they saw as nothing more than a self-important, do-gooder bitch that busts right into their headquarters looking that way .. wiggling her sweet looking ass while expecting them to just stand aside and let her pass. The ‘educated’ one spoke: "I don’t remember us orderin’ any 4th of July tart, so we would suggest youse take a hike, sister ... Now!" Princess was nearly pressed against the bar railing now as the bartender blew his own Marlboro into her mask .. "Or does ya need more (taps his bat) convincin’?"
Princess’ expression changed suddenly .. All right .. I’ve had about enough of this … "Cough! I think you should treat your guests with more respect!" She stared back at the bartender with determination .. "Now I want to see this Johnny T. .. where is he?!" The Heroine reached out a blue glove to catch the bat with her left hand as it came swinging in a wide arc toward her head. Shrugging off the two apes grabbing for her arms, she wrenched the bat free, poking back it back into the ‘tenders face .. he quickly went down trying to stop the blood flowing from his broken nose. A back elbow took care of the man on her right side, sending him over a table and to the floor, while she rammed the Louisville Slugger into the gut of the third man .. doubling him over and taking him out of the fight for the moment.
The well-muscled mobsters may as well have been moving in slow-motion, as a red, white, and blue whirlwind tore into the goons toward the front of the room. A ‘click’ behind her was enough to let her know to spin, kicking the switchblade out a fourth mans’ hand, just before she sent a right cross to his chin, knocking another goon out cold. Two more came at her, landing on opposite walls ... they were first knocked silly as their skulls met courtesy of the Princess, and then the stunned men were hurled into the walls, one landing among the liquor bottles with a loud smash.
Princess turned toward the back, noticing that the other .. eight(?) men were reduced to staring, and not the kind of staring they were doing when she first entered the bar earlier. They were suddenly not so quick to blindly rush the new Heroine in town ... she re-established her pose, smiled, and asked "Would anyone else like to try?" The wide-eyed, gaping expressions on the faces of the men, at least the ones not on the floor groaning and gasping, was enough to show the young heroine that her exhibition had had the appropriate effect.
All I know about these gangsters is what I’ve read in the papers, and some history books .. Princess knew enough about “men of respect” to be impressed with her own results .. but these men are actually backing down from me! Her heels clicked smartly on the wooden floor as she approached the billiard table in back, and grabbed an available thug by the front of his shirt.
The first man she approached already had his mouth open before she grabbed him .. it was Tony Vitiello, the excitable one, who everyone in the organization called “Lips”, given his tendency to incessantly run off at the mouth .. he was the driver from the failed Kroll job, and had frozen at the sight of the Heroine taking out half the guys in the room in one fluid motion. Princess stared up at him with a smoldering look, and a clenched fist .. both meant to encourage his cooperation. "Johnny T. ... where is he??" Holding one hand in front of his face in a poor attempt to protect himself, his words came out in a garbled heap. "Lookit, you need ta go in da back room," he said in a low, hurried tone, as if afraid that someone in the back might overhear him squealing to this relatively small girl. "He's back dere shootin' dice wit' some friends, just don'ts goes and busts up my nose."
"Thank you." The Heroine released the cheap hood while not realizing she had just made life a little tougher for him by being polite .. she turned and made her way toward the door in the back corner of the room, watching a skinny gangster with a pool cue raise his hands in mock surrender and back off. Princess didn’t really think about the knowing smirk on his face as she was feeling as confident as she ever had before .. this is working out good .. I have nothing serious enough here to leave this gang for the authorities, but it should be enough for my first meeting with this Johnny T. character to let him know that his ‘gambling boss’ days in Megapolis are over, and then I’ll be on my way.
Having seen the patriotic heroine tear through six tough goodfellas in about ten seconds, the rest of the men in the dingy bar were doing their best to be invisible. Silent, unmoving other than to glare or gape at the beautiful brunette, none were apparently tempted to reach for any more weapons or come charging at the Superheroine.
While approaching what had to be a 6’3”, 380-pound man leaning in the doorway, Princess was considering a fitting reward for a job well done .. This is turning out to be the most productive night yet – I think I’ll treat myself to a cheeseburger and chocolate milkshake at the local tavern on my way home. She confidently looked at the person blocking her passage, and stated "Excuse me. I understand Johnny T. is back there - and I would like to have a word with him." The words were polite, but her tone, and the look she was giving the man were much more insisting .. "If you wouldn’t mind stepping aside ..."
From behind the door in the back, the man whispered over his shoulder, "Heya Wrecker..."
The large man, without ado, turned back and swung a large hamfist in a wide arc at the much smaller young woman. Telegraphed from yesterday, Princess was easily able to duck under the blow as his knuckles passed through the ends of her long, brunette hair. A quick jab to his rotund belly drove the breath from the big lug's lungs. A follow up elbow to his nose smashed him against the wall, whence he slid down to the floor. Holding his hand to his face, he mumbled something like "Foo broff my noff!"
Princess placed her hands on her hips, and looked down with a hint of annoyance at the continuing, futile resistance by these foolish men .. "Now really! And I asked so nicely .." She stepped over the obese man and into the room. By now the Heroine was brimming with confidence .. and here I expected more of a fight from these men, being so high up in this organization .. they have to be better than the thugs I’ve met out on the streets, but they’re falling to my powers as easily as the others did. Looks like the only difference is that these hoods dress in a more expensive grade of ‘tacky’.
As the perky heroine walked on through the door, she immediately found that she wasn't in the middle of a crapshoot. Instead, she had walked into the dingy, cluttered back office of the bar. Behind the desk sat a solitary man. He was broad shouldered and muscular, with a bullet head and short-cropped hair. He looked very solid, without an inch of wasted space. One hand was atop the desk, with his right hand behind it out of view.
The Heroine brushed her hand in front of her nose while entering, the room again reeking of cigar smoke .. she was most unimpressed if in fact this was the “Johnny T.” she came to see. The office was smallish, and the sturdy desk was no more than 10 feet from the entrance – Hmmm .. this doesn’t look like the office of the ‘big wheel’ I was hoping to meet .. this is more like where a pool hall manager would work. Her eyes stared back at the mass of muscle seated before her. "Come on in, I been wantin' ta meet ya," he said with a sly, leering grin.
"Well, I see that at least someone in here isn’t on the all-Cannoli Diet .." the Star-spangled crimefighter said back to the man .. that’s odd .. he doesn’t look worried at all … after what I just did to his men?? Has the respect I earned out there disappeared so quickly? Wanting to keep control of the situation, she folded her arms on top of her chest and cocked her head slightly while taking the initiative .. "Are you John....?" What’s he looking …?
He never moved, but Princess noticed the man's black eyes flicker towards the area behind the open door. Down towards the back of the Superheroine's skull descended a heavy metal bar.. "Ahhhh!" she exclaimed while ducking the attack, having turned at the last second to see the pipe descending toward her from above .. able to deflect the assailant’s arm, she felt the pipe crack against her right shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through the joint and down her arm, though not causing any serious damage.
The Heroine had learned upon being given her powers that she was able to withstand punishment to an almost miraculous degree .. she was effectively impervious to normal fisticuffs, and had a healing factor that would help her in case of injury ... though she was still somewhat vulnerable to weapons. Blunt instruments like this lead pipe could harm her to a lesser degree, but she needed to especially stay on guard against puncture wounds, gunfire, and other such attacks.
"Hey! Now hold on! I’m getting tired of .. Oh!" She turned to face the simple-looking goon looking down at her to find him swinging his arm again to finish her off. Grabbing the pipe with her left hand, she forced his hand down and around while spinning him to face the wall behind. Her right shoulder was still tingling, so Princess simply pushed him forward into the wood paneling .. her chest pressing into him about in the middle of his back as she held him fast with one hand! "Ayyy .. wot’s da big idee.. UNNGH!" Big Sal was taken out before he knew what hit him, as Princess brought her left hand up to his hair, and slammed his head into the paneling .. leaving a hole behind while Sal started to slide down to the floor. Seeing no one else behind her, the Heroine turned to face the man behind the desk again.
Sal sank to the floor in a heap, leaving a thin trail of blood to stain the old, faded paneling, the man behind the desk pounded on the worn surface, in a one-handed clap. "Yeah, damn you're good!" he said, almost in admiration. "And ya got that perky lil' bod of yers too, too bad yer prolly frigid like da rest of youse kind."
Princess stared back at the man casually watching from behind the desk, as she started frowning for the mock praise, before her face turned first to surprise, and then outrage at the suggestive comment relating to her promiscuity, or lack thereof. "Hey! … I do not .. Don’t dare you talk like .. My Kind???" The Heroine shook her right arm out at her side, trying to rid herself of the goose-pimply sensation that was fading quickly now, as she stammered and fumed at the man. "Look, I just defeated most of the men in this place ... I mean to speak to Johnny .." she was trying not to lose her temper, especially in the face of all this crass, insolent resistance.
The man with the crewcut shrugged. "I guess it's upta me now." He backed out from under the desk and slowly stood up. As he got to his feet, his broad, stocky torso came more fully into view. He was definitely not a chunky slob like Sal had been, but a very stout man. Wearing a loose white tank top, it was tucked into a pair of black leather pants dotted with silver studs. He looked like any other strongman really, nothing that could do more than give Princess America a nice workout, until the hand that had been under the desk came into view.
It wasn't a hand at all, but a round metal ball, about eight inches in diameter. About a halfway down his forearm, the flesh ended, and metal bands began, ending at the base of the metal sphere. It gleamed to a high polish in the yellow light of the backroom.
What in the world?? Princess gasped as the gangster brought his right hand out from behind the desk .. which wasn’t a hand at all! Noticing the glare, he angled his arm to shine a beam into the disbelieving brown eyes behind the mask. Never having seen anything like this before, the Heroine unconsciously backed up a couple of steps, almost tripping over the motionless Big Sal on the floor as she shielded her eyes, trying to comprehend what she was looking at. "W..what is ..... I mean .. are you Johnny T. or not?!!"
"I'm Wreckin' Ball," he said with a broad grin, "an I eat lil' girls like you fer lunch." With a single, downward sweep of the metal ball attached to his arm, he smashed the desk in half. The oak top snapped in half in a shower of splinters, sending papers, pens, and other office miscellany scattering across the floor. With a contemptuous kick, he finished the demolishment of the desk and stepped through the shattered halves. Now, youse can start beggin' any time ya want ..." he grinned, as he approached the brunette heroine.
She flinched as this hulk of a man crashed his huge .. appendage .. into the desk, sending debris flying .. she felt the adrenaline surge from coming face to face with a threat the likes of which she had never seen before. "Wrecking ... ball??" Princess took a fighting stance as he waggled his arm in the air like it was a mace. "L..look .. that may be a nice trick with the desk, but don’t think I’m just going to roll over and beg you to stop .." The Heroine kept her eye on the ball, twice the size of a fist as it came closer and closer. If I can grab his arm … he should be easy enough to subdue if I can just get that .. that thing under control …
Wrecking Ball saw the Heroine transfixed on his shiny ‘fist’, and surprised her by feinting with the ball, and then sending his left foot crashing into her right thigh, connecting with the small patch of exposed leg between her extra-long boot and skirt. "Unngh!" she grunted, her knee buckling, and she leaned over to the right about a foot as the blow was both quicker, and harder than she expected. It tossed her off balance just enough to allow him to follow by swinging the ball in a wide arc into her left side while she tried to regain her fighting stance. "AARrrghH!!" she cried out while being lifted clean off the ground and propelled into the bookcase built into the wall. A few dusty volumes spilled out onto the Heroine as she fell to the floor, but it was the jolt shooting through her left side that was of concern .. "C’mon .. ‘Princess’? .. Let’s see youse do yer stuff to me .."
Princess America grimaced while rising to a knee, feeling some pain while trying to take a deep breath .. "I’ll show you (arrghh ..) something .." she mumbled. With that, she used the incredible strength in her legs to propel herself like a missile across the room .. extending her arms ahead and aiming for Wrecker’s midsection ... The dumb grin on Wrecking Ball's face dried up like snow in the desert. "Hey, watchit ya fuckin' cuUNHHH!" he grunted as he was doubled over by the paired fists plowing into his rippled belly. His cheeks puffed out from the impact as the air rushed from his lungs. His black boots were lifted off the ground as he was hurled backwards over the wreckage of the desk.
With a crash the big lug struck the far wall. From outside in the back alley it looked as if the brick wall exterior has suddenly gotten pregnant, and the child's leather clad butt was poking out. From inside, Wrecking Ball was wedged in the old paneling, older dry wall, and even older brick exterior. He glared at the heroine as he caught his breath.
Upon the impact, Princess fell to all fours, looking up at the hood as he bounced off her like a billiard ball and was sent into the side .. wall. The Heroine tossed her long hair back over her head while looking to see how her attack fared, and she smiled upon seeing Wrecking Ball buried up to his backside in the paneling. In doing this, she inadvertently gave her foe an extra good look at the cleavage down the front of her low-cut costume, though he was almost as angry as he was appreciative of the view.
"Aww, you done made one fuckin' BIG mistake!" he yelled, working to free himself from his predicament as she quickly hopped back to her feet and started his way. His face red, he pulled himself out of the wall just as Princess reached him. He raised his metallic right hand high to club her down, but was a step behind as she grabbed him by the tank top and inseam. "What th .. fucKKKKKK! ..." he yelled as the she picked him up over her head like a 10-pound dumbbell, pivoted, and tossed him to the other side of the room. "The only mistake I made was trying .. (grimace) .. to talk to you!" The Heroine was just able to duck the Ball as Wrecker swung at her head while passing by, even as she winced when the muscles in her side pulled tight from twisting to send him on his way. "GAaaaHHH!" Wrecking Ball was unable to prevent the smaller girl from hurling him into the opposite wall .. where he fell on Sal, who was just coming around, and trying to crawl to safety.
The other six or eight unharmed thugs gathered at the door of the office, cheering their boss on, but they knew not to interfere with Wrecker unless he asked for help. Princess looked over as he turned to face her again, the mob enforcer seeing a fire in her eyes as she was upset from the soreness she felt in her left side. Gee .. that actually hurts! It was not really affecting her movement, but the Heroine had felt a shock rip through her ribs on that side as she lifted Wrecker over her head. "Now I’m starting to get annoyed .. I didn’t have any reason to actually fight you until your men started attacking me first."
Princess extended her arm, and fired a Force Beam at her opponent as he started rising to his feet. "I guess I’m going to have to leave you for the Police after all ..." Firing from her left wrist, and appearing like a flash from her hand, the pulse of energy headed toward Wrecking Ball .. if not to knock him out entirely, the beam was meant to slow him down, and hopefully convince the villain to stop fighting, and start cooperating.
At the same time as Princess was aiming her beam, Wrecking Ball lifted up his balled 'hand'. "Ya done pissed me off!" he growled. Like a fisherman casting a reel, only more meant to throw a hook across a lake, Wrecking Ball threw his wrist in Princess' direction. As the beam struck him in the chest and forced him to stumble back a step, the ball suddenly left his hand. Trailing a metal cable that attached it to his stunted wrist, the ball hurtled across the room. With a dull thud, it plowed into Princess America's midsection.
"Ooooof!!" Princess winced as the ball struck her .. the wind being driven from her lungs as her hands instinctively flew out to either side for balance ... just barely able to keep from toppling over, she bent forward at a 70-degree angle. Her eyes lost their focus from the sudden pain while the thugs by the door salivated from the view that the Heroine’s posture was affording them. She didn’t even notice the ball hovering around her face, against all laws of physics .. as her mind tried to cope with the confusion of being hurt in battle for the first time. Unnnn .. What hit .. me? ... How did he? …
As tough as he sounded, Wrecking Ball shook off the hit from the force beam. As if in the grip of some strange, telekinetic control, the metal ball leapt from Princess's stomach as she bent over. It lifted up, slamming into the underside of her chin. Cheers from the gathered men at the door erupted. "Yeah, show dat broad!" "Yeah, give it to 'er good boss!" "I get 'er mouth!!"
"Unnghh!" the Heroine grunted as she reeled from the blow to her unprotected chin .. her powers were the only thing to prevent a broken jaw. She staggered back a few steps before running into the paneling, which she hit, and slid down to the floor .. her arms fell at her sides, her legs inelegantly pointing out in either direction, giving the men a glimpse at the red bottom of her costume under her star-spangled skirt. Princess shook her head back and forth and blinked, as she saw stars before her eyes.
What ... so strong .. must .. fight back .... her mind had to fight to stay clear as the blow to her chin stunned the Heroine. Fighting street toughs had become second nature to Princess America in her brief time in Megapolis .. but this .. ‘ball’ was so much different ... even her great power wasn’t slowing him down. She tried to comprehend what was happening when she suddenly heard one of the punks at the door taunting her ...... "My mouth?!?" The nerve!! …..
Princess looked up toward the voice at the door with a red-faced glare of outrage .. while beginning to rise, she gestured with her left arm, and sent another energy beam in that direction. Using enough force to knock down a door if one was there, her beam instead impacted the lecherous on-lookers, knocking them back into the room like so many bowling pins, even as their friends were getting to their feet and checking for wounds. "Ohhh!" she gasped, as while she was distracted by the men at the door, Wrecker’s steel cable swung around her back, and Princess felt it loop once around her body ...
Wrecking Ball kicked through the wreckage of the wall and started toward Princess. His leather pants and muscular frame were covered with plaster dust and wooden splinters. "I told ya not ta mess with me!" he gloated as the ball began to wrap around her arms, trapping them to her sides by the long, metal alloy cable. With a tug, he jerked her up into the air, and started to reel her towards him.
For as much racket as this battle was making, the locals who lived around the Green Grill knew not to call the police in. Given the general lawlessness rampant in the city – many of the citizens in the area were actually comfortable with the ‘arrangement’, and relative peace of having the mob so close .. at least their clout meant city services the Borough President would never normally bestow on such a poor neighborhood.
"Ahhhhh .. UNNH!" The embattled Heroine gasped as the cable pulled tight around her, and started pulling her toward Wrecking Ball. The tips of her boots dragged across the floor, while her body tensed, trying to break free of the cable .. Come on .. you can do it! she thought while getting the cable to give an inch, but it soon constricted tighter than ever. "Now whut was dat talk about leavin’ me fer da cops?" the massive villain said with a twisted smile .. she looked at Wrecker as he grabbed a blackjack from the shelf behind in his left hand, and pulled her close enough for their chests to touch.
Her head fell back as she tried to get a breath, the cable cutting into her .. especially her sore left side .. she tried to move her arms to send a force beam at her foe, but her arms were pinned .... useless. At least they were until Wrecking Ball swung around – feeling him absently drop her feet to the floor while trying to get the weapon, Princess desperately pulled him down a bit further, and then jumped straight up into the ceiling! The Heroine was able to turn her head enough to take most of the impact with her right shoulder, while Wrecking Ball was caught unprepared. "Shit! Owwwww!!" they both fell back to the floor, but his grip loosened enough for Princess to get loose ..
Scrambling to her feet, she swung around and set a spinning heel kick to the left side of Wrecker’s face, temporarily keeping the bigger man on the ground .. she glanced out at the unprotected front door .. ribs feel like they’re on fire .. and that ball! Maybe I should get out of here for now and think of another way to deal with this character? A brief moment passed between them .. Wrecker getting back to his feet, not looking the worse for wear; and Princess in her fighting stance, breathing heavily from the effort, her ribs sore, her head still a little woozy. "I’m taking (huff) you down, ‘Wrecker’" Princess put aside any thoughts of running, and sent another energy beam at her opponent .. putting a large dent in the wall as he ducked to the side of the much stronger attack.
"Sonuva .. bitch!" Wrecking Ball looked back at the smoldering hole in the wall, realizing that was where his head was a minute ago. He turned with a renewed determination, sending his ball speeding along toward the Heroine’s chin .. "Ha!" Princess remarked as she neatly deflected the attack with a small blast from her left wrist. She then jumped forward, sending her heeled right boot at his midsection ... "Oooofff!" Wrecker’s cheeks puffed out as his ball clanked to the ground, as he looked vulnerable for the first time .. until he willed the ball back into action, striking the Heroine in the small of her back.
"Ahhhggrrgh .." she cried as a jolt ran up and back down her spine .. rolling with the blow, Princess pushed off with her legs, and managed a back flip to a standing position about 8 feet away from the angry mobster. She stood, shaking just a bit as the body blows were starting to take their toll .. another awkward silence fell on the room as he started taunting her with the metal ball .. waving it back and forth in front of her, as she held her hands up to protect against any attack .. How does he do it? I think it might be easier to step on a snake than corral this … stupid ball. "So what way is it comin’, slut? Watch it! Heh, Heh ..." Wrecker worked the ball around so Princess had to face away from him to defend against the next attack.
Princess stood facing the ball, breathing hard .. leaning over just enough to her left to show Wrecker that she was favoring that side now .. semi-crouched in a fighting stance that made it look like she was sparring with the appendage. "I’m (puff) impressed .. but by the end of the day, (deep breath) it will be Princess America .. victorious!" she said with more confidence than she actually felt. Grinning like the goon he was, Wrecking Ball leered at the battered heroine as he let his ball swing back and forth by two feet of cable. It swayed like a pendulum, gleaming in the light of the one remaining yellowed bulb.
"Yer day is comin'. I don't wants ta kill ya," he grinned, "just use ya fer a while." Princess spun her head around in spite of herself, looking back in shock at Wrecker "Use?? Oh! ..... you!!" While her intent came through clear enough, the Heroine didn’t exactly have the vocabulary to say what she was thinking, and was left sputtering. The pure outrage his response brought from Princess only egged him on more.
"UNNnngh!" Suddenly from behind her, the butt of a pistol came down across the base of her skull. It was a normal man, but all of the young Heroine's attention had been on Wrecking Ball. Tommy had crept up behind her, knowing that he could win some points, even as his friends were trying to see how many ribs had been broken on the two guys Princess had blasted through the door. "Yeah! I got 'er!" he crowed as the dazed girl's legs wobbled, but held her up only by the barest of margins.
"Ohhhhh .." she winced as she was pistol-whipped. A small wave of dizziness came over the Heroine as she started to reach back with her hand to rub her head … ohhh .. What the? Who? she suddenly realized that the fool was just standing there behind her, no doubt taking his time to see if she was going to fall, or something. "WOOOF!" his next word was, as the heroine's elbow jerked behind her. His next sound was that of a mewling cat that had just been crushed under a truck. ".....oohhhhh..." he gurgled. Falling flat onto his back, he then slumped to the side in a fetal position of pain. The gun tumbled across the floor, forgotten.
Princess then reached up to check her head .. stumbling slightly as she turned back and forth, trying to keep her eye on the men at the door, Wrecker himself, and mostly on the ball that kept swaying in front of her. The Heroine found herself virtually surrounded .. sore, slightly bruised, tired, and weakening despite her great powers .. the situation was unlike anything she had ever been involved in before, and it had her mind racing – normally a few flicks of my wrist are enough to subdue any threat .. but this “Wrecking Ball” .. he’s so strong ... I’m not sure I can ....
Wrecker knew an opportunity when he saw one. With the heroine distracted by Tommy the Chin's attack, he stepped quickly forward. As her head swung back around to find the swaying ball and Tommy gurgled, Wrecking Ball grabbed the belt around her waist in his hand. Bracing his black boots on the floor, he pulled her towards him. Twisting to the side, he yanked Princess off her feet. With a whiplash motion, he sent her flying across the room, body flailing in midair, towards the already damaged back wall.
"Whooaaaaa! ..." Princess cried out as she was caught by surprise, and flung over Wrecker’s shoulder. "AAAarrgh!!" she nearly screamed in pain as her already sore left side crashed into the wall .. fortunately for the Heroine her head fell where one of the holes were made earlier. She fell straight down in a heap .. feeling a searing pain where the ache in her left ribs had been a moment earlier. She looked up through her mask while gasping for breath, her determination changing to horror as she saw her opponent holding her belt! No! not the belt! she thought while trying to get back to her feet .. can’t .. breathe ... powers .. gone!
"Hey, whadda fuck?!" he exclaimed. Wrecking Ball held up the golden belt still in his hand. "Ya lost something, ya little bimbo?!" he crowed as he threw the belt through the doorway. "Now ta take da rest of ya apart," he grinned as he came after her again. Careless girl!! Without that belt, you’re no stronger than a regular woman. And there went whatever healing factor and invulnerability you had .. can barely stand with this side … now I really can’t afford any more mistakes .. at least I still have my bracelets …...
The Heroine rose to her feet with great effort, really protecting her ribs now .. as another flash from her right hand sped toward the villain. "Shit, that hurts!" Wrecking Ball spun away, but still took a glancing blow off his right shoulder, tumbling back against the wall as Princess took some unsteady steps toward him "You think I’m (wince) going to stand here ... and let you ‘take me apart’?". She was defiant while sending another beam at Wrecker, missing intentionally while just trying to clear a path to the door .. she made a dash for where she saw her belt go flying from about halfway across the room.
"No ya don’t .. bitch!" Wrecker shot his ball out at her .. ramming her right arm in mid run .... "Unngh!!" she gasped as she was knocked back down. Before Princess could spin and fire again, she felt the cable run around her arms, pulling her elbows tightly together, and pinning her bracelets together behind her. "Ohhh!" Princess squirmed back and forth on the floor furiously as she was trapped .. to no avail. "An dats enough of dat ting you do wit yer wrists" he said with a broad grin, realizing that her resistance was not giving him near so much trouble as before .. he saw the look of a confused, worried girl as he contracted the cord attached to his ball, and drew the helpless Heroine close ...
"Come 'ere, ya little bimbo!" he bellowed at Princess. The cable attached from ball to forearm reeled the young heroine in like a landed bass. He put his regular hand on his hip as he slowly pulled Princess across the floor to him. "Unngh! .. Grrrrgh!" the Heroine strained against the metal as she was dragged backward, feeling her breasts pressed down, skidding across the floor .. as her skirt rode up and was pulled under her, revealing the bottom of her leotard.
"Yeah boss!" one man cheered. "Yeah, reel 'er in!" "Yeah, teach 'er boss!" the men cheered and leered as they saw the once dangerous Superheroine now prone helpless before their bruised leader. Princess continued to struggle, but less so as Wrecker planted his left knee into the small of her back .. holding her down firmly while keeping those bracelets pointed harmlessly toward the wall. He also noticed that she appeared to be expending an awful lot of effort - considering she hadn’t budged him an inch.
"Ya know," Wrecking Ball said as he kneeled down and grabbed a big handful of Princess' thick brown hair, "If ya was a guy, I'd whack ya." He chuckled under his garlic-heavy breath. The Heroine grimaced as she strained for breath, and looked back up at him while her body was bent backward severely. "Instead," he said, pulling and bending her even more, "I think I'll just whack off inside ya!"
"Agggh ..." she groaned as he increased the pressure to her back .. his sheer weight made it hard for her to get a deep breath, not to mention the pain radiating from her ribcage. Her legs kicked at the ground behind her in a semi-panic as she realized she was trapped, but good! Goddess .. no .... What does he mean ‘whack off’?? Must think of (wince) something ... "You won’t (huff) do this .. release me ..... immediately!" Wrecker growled angrily at her defiance, picked his knee up, and drove it down into the Heroine’s back once again. "OOHHhh!!" Princess gasped, and felt the impact up and down her spine, as Wrecker growled at her in disgust .. "Dats right, I’m just gonna let you walk in on my turf, slap around my crew, and run off to tell dat fuckin’ D.A. everyting you saw?!"
The crook looked down on the Heroine laboring under him .. even as Wrecking Ball reacted to her empty bravado, he suddenly realized his own arousal pressing tightly against his pants as he looked down on her tight, round behind. Everyone in the room could see the red patch of Spandex costume plunging between Princess’ legs from where her skirt had flipped up, and was pinned under his knee. He grinned evilly as her kicking became less vigorous and she looked back up, not able to totally hide the fear in her eyes from being at his mercy ... "An what kinda guy would I be if I didn’t show my appreciashun fer yer visit?" With a chuckle, he lowered her head down, pressing her face onto the front of his right boot while leaning down harder on her back with his left knee. "Youse is gonna lern respect fer us, ya stupid broad .."
"MMmmmPphh!" Princess sputtered as her mouth was mashed to the top of Wrecking Ball’s boot .. the smell of the leather was strong in her nose as she didn’t even realize that Wrecker was reinforcing his dominance over her. ohhhhh .. can’t think … can’t .. budge …. Her mind started getting cloudy .. the Heroine just didn’t know how to react .. the adrenaline surging through her veins was helping her resist the pain, but she felt a wave of warmth wash over her as she was unable to break away. My side ... feels like ... shock .. Looking over at his men, he nodded for them to come over. "Get over here! Grab them doodads offa her wrists, ya mooks! I don't hardly wanna get blasted again. And if I get blasted, someone's head's goin' through his ass!"
He looked back down at Princess as six of the men rushed towards her bound body. "If ya fight me, I'll give ya to my men, got it baby?" Her struggling slowed .. not .. getting anywhere … so .. tired now … Goddess .. I’ve been beaten! Princess remained silent .. her lips still pressed to her captor’s boot as she began to realize her embarrassment at being captured, and held helpless before the gathering crowd of men she had humbled just 20 minutes ago. She felt two men grab at her legs, and pull them far apart so she couldn’t kick anymore .. while another held her upper arms, even as the cable stayed tightly wound around her elbows .. a fourth leaned down to work on the bracelets, while the last two stood waiting for any trouble.
Princess was left breathing heavily, having broke out in a sweat, which soaked through parts of her costume ... she had expended much of her energy in a futile attempt to break away. "Geez .. where da fuck? Ah .. Got it!" Tony the Boost said as he located the clasps on her right bracelet. The Heroine had no way to stop him now, and sighed as she felt him remove it, and switch to her left wrist. No!! .. now what do I do? I’m helpless! "Ohh..HHH!" she cried out in muffled surprise as Tony started rubbing the thin Spandex over her backside as he took his time with the twin clasps on the second band. Finally removing the gleaming object from her left wrist, he took the bracelets out through the same door her belt went a short time back.
"Pick 'er up," ordered Wrecking Ball to the men. Two of the group grabbed Princess by her bound, upper arms and jerked the heroine to her feet. Even as her skirt fell back down, Tony kept staring at the tight curves of the heroine's ass, as if transfixed by the firm perfection before him. The other three just watched her struggle powerlessly in the grip of the two men.
The Heroine’s hands fluttered behind her as she stubbornly kept trying to dislodge the cable that was wrapped around her elbows, holding her at bay. Even as she tried to move back away from Wrecker, he retracted the cable by eight inches, pulling her arms toward him just enough to bend her body in a bow-like shape. As Princess tried to retreat, her mind filled with a jumble of frenzied thoughts as she was chilled to the bone by the look in his eye ... What can they? .. those eyes .. staring at me .. "Unngh!!" .. can’t break free! ... he smiled down as she leaned back, accentuating his view of the ample globes before him.
"Aww boss, ya gotta lemme have some of dat sweet young ass of hers," Tony drooled. "Come on boss, ya gotta!" One of the three, however, had a totally different idea than Tony. Pulling the toothpick from his mouth and tossing it aside, Big Sal reached into his coat and pulled out a pistol. Sneering at the damp, desperate brunette girl, he grabbed the barrel and cocked a round into the chamber.
Goddess! No!! At the sight of the gun, Princess’ head darted back and forth around the room as she furiously worked to free herself, the threat never so clear to her than at that moment. The sweat was pouring from her as another burst of panic and adrenaline hit .. her heart was beating like a cornered rabbit. The Heroine’s leotard was completely soaked through now .. her 34-25-34 figure showing clearly through the red & white material that was turned translucent by her sweat. Her hair was becoming slicked down, as she again fruitlessly used a burst of energy on thrashing about, and was left gasping for breath, more tired than when she started.
"Someone find somethin’ so I can leggo ...... an ya just waits yer turn, Boostie, or I'll take dem balls of yers an ..." At the sound of the gun being readied, Wrecking Ball paused. Suddenly the back of his hamfist struck Sal in his already broken nose, sending the gun flying across the floor. The man stumbled back, fresh blood staining his white shirt, until he crashed into a small cabinet and tumbled to the floor. "Ya fat slob mook! Ya don't go and fuckin' shoot these supercunts! Whadda fuck youse thinkin'? Get yer head outta yer ass! We kill this broad and within' two days we gets fuckin' eight of 'em crawling down our throats. 'Member when Fat Louie's crew clipped that new heroine back in '29? Next day dat Ultra Woman and half her lesbo friends were tearing Louie's place into fuckin' kindling!"
"Got it right here, boss!" one of the men had gone to a file cabinet, and returned with a number of pairs of handcuffs .. as the two men held her tight, he slipped two sets on her arms, just above and below her elbows .. allowing Wrecking Ball to release his cable and regain the large metallic ball that sat where his right hand once did. "And dis is just ta make sure ya ain’t playin' us girly .." He snapped a sturdy pair of handcuffs around her wrists .. then a second just above the first, and then a third pair for good measure! "An deres some nice bracelets for da ones we took .. too bad it don’ match da colors" The men had a good laugh at this while Wrecker smirked .. and nodded to the men holding her arms to bring the trembling Heroine closer.
He took Princess' chin between his index finger and thumb, and gave her a chilling smile. "Naw, lemme show you mooks how ya convince these cunts not ta mess wit' ya." His grizzled, unshaven grin moved closer to the heroine's flushed face. "Lemme clue ya in, whoever ya are. Ya may be too young ta remember, but dere was dis cunt like you, girl called Moongirl. She was a cutey, lot like you. She busted up one of my boss's crews, so I was given da contract. I never whacked her, but I did catch 'er." He grinned, as his garlic-heavy breath washed over Princess's face. "Ya see, I convinced 'er ta ‘retire’, and no one's fuckin' ever seen 'er again."
"D..don’t do something you’ll regret ... l..later" stammered the Princess as she could feel their eyes running up and down her bound body .. "What do you? .. think you’re going to do?" She blushed as the man before her laughed heartily, and licked his lips in anticipation. "Regret? I’m gonna enjoy dis, honey .." Wrecker taunted her while her ears also rang with the comments of the group ringed around them .. she heard them lusting over her body, and what they were going to do to it .. while more and more men started making their way in from the bar to see what was going on.
Goddess .. this is hopeless .. no one even knows I’m here. I knew this was always a possibility, but I never thought it would happen to me .. and for the first three weeks, disposing of criminals had been so easy. Princess mind flashed back to the dark stories she had heard about other Heroines, how some had been captured and assaulted, other who had their minds taken over, and turned to evil purposes, and even some who had been murdered.
He released her chin and took two steps back. Leering at the bound, sweaty Princess America, his hand reached down and unbuckled his belt. Down went his pants, revealing not only his lack of underwear, but also the hungry erection that bounded out at its new-found freedom. "Bend 'er over da desk .." Wrecker said, and the men responded with lusty cheers as the two lackeys dragged Princess over to a desk that had been hastily swept clear, and moved away from the wall. They brought her up to where her boots touched the front of the old, mahogany piece, and forced her down to the surface, turning her head to the right .. facing toward the wall.
"Aaaghh!" she groaned in discomfort as her breasts were mashed down, and her behind poked up in the air, making an appealing target. One man kept pressing on her arms, while the second pushed her face and neck down to the pock-marked surface. The Heroine’s legs spread out about two feet apart, she could not see what was going on, and her breaths came in short, rapid panting. Wrecker had an animalistic look in his eye as he walked up behind her, and flipped the back of her skirt up to her waist, exposing the leotard underneath. He smiled evilly while reaching out with his left hand, and grabbing hold of the thin red strip of Spandex that plunged between her round, firm cheeks. His knuckles brushed against her left cheek as he worked his way down, pulling the narrow strip of fabric out from between her legs. "Okay, boys ..." he said to the laughing, rowdy crowd. "Time ta do some ... convincin'."