Disclaimer: The following story contains scenes of violence and extreme sexual situations, including bondage and rape. If these things offend you, do not read any further. If you are under age, do not read any further. If your local government defines art containing these things illegal, do not read any further. Go to the library. Get a book. One of the classics, preferably. - Glavas
Red Devil 01
While snooping for a story in a forbidden section of the university science labs, investigative reporter Geri Hanson was exposed to an experimental virus. Now with the ability to de-volve her body and mind, Geri has become a savagely sexy force against crime. Look out evil! Red Devil is here!
Red Devil in "Bank Business"
One
"This is Geri Hanson, News11 investigative reporter coming to you from downtown. Behind me you can see a small group of protesters gathered around the City Bank. They have come here this morning to protest the bank’s alleged dealings with the rogue South African nation of Kremberg. Bank officials have issued an ambiguous statement disavowing any knowledge of Kremberg’s illegal and immoral acts, as of late. Well, I’m here to change all of that. While these brave protesters chain themselves to the columns outside the bank, your favorite champion of justice is going to march inside and get some real answers. The truth should be hidden from no one. This has been Geri Hanson, coming to you from the City Bank rally."
The beautiful brunette paused a moment until her cameraman gave her the clear signal. She then turned and watched the protesters loop heavy chain around themselves and the stone columns of the bank. Her cameraman stepped up next to her, camera back at the ready on his shoulder.
"How’d it look, Bruce?"
"Perfect, as always, Geri." The young man responded. He blew a small bubble with his bubble gum and let it pop before turning and smiling at the reporter. "Going inside now?"
Geri shook her head as she watched the protesters work to complete the human and metal chain. At the side, police officers stood by and watched the protesters work. One of Geri’s sources had told her that the city had instructed its officers to leave the protesters be, unless they overtly violated the law. The unacceptable acts of the nation of Kremberg had public opinion swinging against all things Kremberg, and the city did not want to be seen as being on the wrong side. Geri noticed the placement of the protesters, only chained to columns on either side of the door, instead of actually blocking the door. Geri figured that whoever led the group wanted maximum media and public exposure, the kind that could not be gotten from inside a jail cell.
"Not yet, Bruce," Geri responded, handing him the microphone so that she could fix her tight ponytail. "Let’s let them get settled. Then, when we go in, we can get some great shots of them cheering and singing. Grab some shots of the group as it chains up; we’ll use them for the edit room later."
Bruce handed the microphone back to her and hefted the camera up again. "You got it, boss."
Geri tossed Bruce a stern look as she turned back to the news van. She hated being called ‘boss’, especially by him. Geri did let her eyes wander down to Bruce’s ass, however. Geri enjoyed sneaking peeks at her handsome assistant, and she figured that he knew. After working with the investigative reporter for a few months, Bruce began wearing tight jeans more often. Now, after a year of working together, the sexual tension between the pair was fairly high. Geri guessed that someday they would either become an item, or they would have a wild tryst together. Either outcome pleased her, although her independent heart hoped more for the tryst.
A high-pitched whistle shook the beautiful brunette out of her reverie. She turned to see a smoking grenade-like object fly towards the knotted group of police officers. The cops cried out in alarm as the grenade exploded in their midst, enveloping them in a choking cloud of gray gas. People screamed and stepped back from the gas cloud. Geri could hear the coughing of the officers inside the cloud, and then the men and women in blue began slumping to the ground. Some of them had managed to get their pistols in their hands, but most simply succumbed to the surprise attack.
"What the heck?!?" Bruce cried out, turning his camera to where the grenade had come from. Another high-pitched whistle announced the arrival of another grenade, although this one harmlessly exploded in a brilliant and thunderous flash of light and sound against the bank wall.
The second explosion shook those gathered into action, and the crowd began screaming in earnest and running for cover. Bruce grunted as he was jostled by fleeing spectators, but managed to keep his feet and his camera shot. More smoke had built where the grenade had come from, and through that smoke Bruce saw three armored figures approach.
"Geri, check this out! There’s some guys coming out of the smoke! They’re all armored up! Can you believe our luck? This is going to make some big air time!"
When he received no response, Bruce chanced a glance over his shoulder. Geri was gone.
"Geri? Where the heck did you go?"
Geri Hanson darted into an alley right after the first grenade took out the police officers. She ducked behind a dumpster, easily hiding her petite 5’5" form behind it, and pulled a small packet out of her purse. Ripping the packet with her teeth, the brunette reporter began ripping her clothes off and dropping them to the dirty ground.
"With a gas grenade like that, someone means to cause big trouble," Geri murmured as she kicked off her shoes and ripped her blouse off. She chanced a look down the alley as she wiggled out of her skirt. People ran by the alley, but thankfully none entered. Geri dropped the skirt and pulled off her bra. With one hand, she shook out the contents of the plastic packet, revealing a red spandex bodysuit.
"And big trouble usually better met with a little Red Devil!"
Two
Gasser stepped forward and raised his wide-barreled gas gun. One cop had been in a coffee shop across the street, and now that officer was running towards gasser and his companions, pistol drawn.
"Eat gas, pig," Gasser growled. He fired a gas grenade at the street in front of the officer, and smiled as the gas cloud erupted and rolled over the charging cop. The officer coughed and gagged, then staggered out of the cloud to slump in a heap on the street. "Gotcha!"
Shock stepped up next to Gasser.
"Outside is secure, Gasser," Shock reported, eyes scanning the gas clouded street from behind the visor of his helmet. "And Bull is inside."
"Good. We’ll hold the outside until he finishes inside," Shock said through his trim gray helmet. "No one gets in, and no one builds up a force against us."
Shock nodded to his partner, and the two watched as the third member of their team walked up the bank stairs. The one called Bull was bigger than either Gasser or Shock, and with his gray padded armor and trim helmet he looked very intimidating. The protesters, still chained to the columns, let their fear be known through screams and panicked attempts to unlock the chains. Bull ignored them and stalked by. He raised his wide-barreled gun and fired a grenade at the closed bank doors. The grenade exploded, knocking the doors off their hinges and in, and showering the protestors with shrapnel and bits of wood. Bull then stalked inside the bank.
"Hey," Shock tapped Gasser on the shoulder. "A news camera."
Gasser turned and shook his head. "Get rid of him. We don’t need the publicity."
Shock grunted in agreement and pointed his shock gun at the very exposed News11 cameraman.
Bruce swallowed, realizing that he had been too slow to seek cover.
"Oh crap," Bruce gasped as Shock pulled the trigger.
The shock grenade flew out of the shock gun at Bruce, but was met almost immediately by a flying stop sign. The grenade exploded, knocking both Shock and Gasser to the ground. The pair, shielded somewhat by their armor, shook their heads and looked up. Inside their helmets, their eyes widened with surprise.
"Red Devil!" They both gasped.
Perched atop the News11 van was a red spandex clad woman. Her wild black hair hung around her face, but did not hide her smoldering green eyes. When she leapt into the air, her muscles flexed under the spandex, easily cushioning the 30-foot jump. Now standing before the pair of armored criminals, Red Devil stood to her full 5’10" height and laughed. Her body, Amazonian in form, was athletic and sexy at the same time. Her breasts, firm but voluptuous and covered in tight red spandex, stuck out from her chest brazenly. Her teeth, white and perfect, shone as she savagely smiled at the men.
"Oooo, armor," Red Devil mockingly cooed. "Good. I feel like being rough today."
"Get her!" Gasser howled.
The two men hopped up and lunged at the superheroine. Too close to use their guns, the men used the weapons like clubs, swinging them at the woman. Red Devil casually dodged the arching strikes, then crouched and punched at Shock. The punch hit the armored man in the chest and sent him flying back to land in a heap at the feet of the chained protesters. Shock groaned and rolled to his side, holding his chest.
Red Devil dodged another clubbing swing by Gasser, this time catching the man’s wrist with one hand. She smiled and punched out, hitting Gasser’s elbow with her other fist. The man screamed and dropped the gas gun, although his armor saved him from a broken arm. With the flat of her hand, Red Devil hit Gasser in the chest and sent him flying back 20 feet to crumple in a heap in the street.
"Punks!" Red Devil screamed. Her eyes were growing wilder. She looked down at the fallen gas gun and kicked it towards Gasser before walking towards the groaning criminal. "Here! You’ll need this."
"We don’t need these guns to beat you!" Shock called out as he stood. He put his shock gun in his holster and walked toward Red Devil with his hands out. "Test of strength, heroine!"
Red Devil laughed. "You can’t be serious? I have the strength of a bear! You can’t outmatch my might!"
Red Devil stepped forward to meet Shock’s challenge, but when she gripped hands with the armored man, Red Devil was met instead with a surprise. As soon as their hands closed together, Red Devil howled in pain as electricity ran through her body. Her ample breasts jiggled as she danced and jerked like a puppet. Inside his gauntlets, Shock had triggered his Electro-Grasp, and he was frying the wild superheroine.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!" Red Devil screamed. Her green eyes were wide from the pain.
"There!" Shock hissed. "Take that you snooty bitch!"
Red Devil almost dropped to a knee the pain was so great. Shock let the woman go, however, and she staggered back. The armored criminal stepped forward and punched the black-haired beauty in the stomach. Red Devil doubled over Shock’s electrically charged fist, staggering to the side when the villain stepped back.
"Too easy," Shock chuckled as he stepped forward and aimed a blow at the side of Red Devil’s head. The savage superheroine was in full wild mode, however, and Shock’s right hook was easily targeted by her animalistic senses. Red Devil ducked under the swing and caught Shock by the back of the neck.
"Way too easy," the wild woman growled. Using Shock’s neck for balance, Red Devil did a standing drop kick into Shock’s back. The armored criminal was launched forward and collided face first with a light pole. The metal of the pole made a loud clanging noise when the man’s helmet crashed into it. Shock immediately crumpled to the street, unconscious.
"Punk," Red Devil murmured as she stood over the beaten Shock.
"Alright, heroine," a voice called from behind. "Enough games!"
Red Devil spun around to find Gasser standing. The armored criminal was wobbling on his legs a little, but he steadily aimed his gas gun at the protesters, who were still chained to the bank columns.
"Didn’t have enough, did you creep?" Red Devil took a step forward.
"Not another step, Red Devil!" Gasser ordered. "I know that you’re as fast as a cheetah, but not even you can stop me before I hit these filthy scumbag liberals with a poison gas grenade!"
Red Devil paused, her mind awhirl. In her more primitive state, her decision making process was not as fast as it could be. Part of her knew she could reach the criminal before he fired, but part of her told her that the risk was not worth taking. There were too many lives at stake. Red Devil growled at the armored thug, but the cries for help from the chained and helpless protesters caused her to look at them. Most of the protesters were just college students, eyes wide with fear. They had come to the bank to do what they thought was the right thing, and for their troubles they were helpless in the sights of a madman. Inwardly torn by her desire to help the innocent and her desire to smash Gasser to a pulp, Red Devil stood, mouth agape and pausing while trying to sort out the swirling thoughts in her head. Red Devil’s indecision, one of the downsides to her animalistic nature, cost her, however, as a large shape plowed into her from the side.
"Uhhhnnn!" Red Devil was driven into the street and the shape ran over her and past her. The savage beauty rolled to her hands and knees and struggled to a crouch. From there she saw what must have been the third member of the criminal team.
The man was about Red Devil’s height, but far outweighed her. His muscular form was covered in the gray padded armor that Shock and Gasser wore, and his head was covered with the same type of trim helmet they had. The man was in a crouch and was circling the shaken heroine.
Red Devil growled and stood bent over, her anger rising. She was vaguely aware of Gasser somewhere behind her, and of the fact that the new villain seemed to be trying to keep her back to the gas-wielding thug. Her animal instincts helped Red Devil get a little combat composure, and she moved in the same direction that the large thug moved, keeping both men partially in sight. A quick movement from Gasser, however, caused Red Devil to look away from Bull for just an instant, which is precisely when he struck.
Red Devil grunted and was driven into the street once again as Bull tackled her and ground her into the pavement. The man was very strong, although not as strong as Red Devil, but he did carry her about 20 feet with each tackle. Red Devil groaned and rolled to her hands and knees. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of her own blood. She looked up to see Bull positioning himself for another charge. The man was then in a position where Gasser was behind him, keeping both of them in the feral female’s view.
Go ahead, creep, Red Devil thought, her anger rising with the sight of her own blood. Charge me again! I’m ready this time, and you’re gonna be sorry!
Red Devil watched time slow down as her instincts took over. The charging thug lowered himself and pumped his legs, charging at the rising superheroine. But Red Devil was ready this time. She waited until the apparently slow moving Bull almost reached her and then she leapt straight in the air. Easily clearing the armored criminal, Red Devil planned to land on the man’s back and then leap at Gasser, but her plans took a dramatic change. Gasser, showing a combat familiarity with his partner, already had his gas gun raised in the air and pointed at Red Devil. The bestial beauty could not fly, so mid-air changes in direction were limited to muscle movements and twists. These tactics were quickly becoming useless, as Red Devil could not turn out of the way of the speeding gas grenade. She winced as the grenade hit her full in the chest and exploded, covering her in a thick cloud of gas. Red Devil fell back to the street hard, coughing and gagging as the gas flooded her lungs. The spandex-clad siren twisted and slid about on her back, trying to cough out the gas, but it was too late. Her head was swimming and her cloudy vision was spinning. She tried to stand, but could not even roll over onto her belly.
"Poison gas?" Bull asked Gasser as he walked over to stand next to the man.
Gasser shook his head, loading another grenade into the wide-barreled gun. "No. Knock out gas. I was lying." Gasser slid the gun back into its holster. "Did you get the records?"
A crowd of people ran screaming out of the bank just before a small explosion rocked the building. Smoke and pieces of paper drifted out of the broken door. Bull looked at Gasser and nodded.
"Yeah, I got them. That’s to confuse the cops, so they won’t know what’s missing."
"Nice," Gasser commented. "What about her?" He nodded to the sexy body of Red Devil, who was slowly fading away, consciousness leaving her. The costumed woman weakly groaned and slid about on the pavement.
"Leave her," Bull responded. "If she causes us anymore trouble, then we’ll get rid of her. Right now we don’t have the time…" Bull’s statement was punctuated by the sounds of sirens in the distance.
"Yeah, let’s grab Shock and get going," Gasser stepped forward and pushed at Red Devil with the toe of his boot. The limp heroine flopped over onto her side and then rolled onto her back again. Her large breasts jiggled in the tight red spandex. "Later, bimbo."
With that, the two gray armored criminals collected their groaning comrade and walked off into a cover of thick smoke laid down by Gasser’s gas gun. The area around the bank was silent except for the sobs of the relieved yet still chained protesters, and the approaching sirens. The only person remaining was the still filming Bruce, who quickly approached the fallen Red Devil.
Three
Red Devil crouched in darkness on the roof of the bank, peering down at the street lit scene of the day’s bank robbery. The savage superheroine was very angry, but somehow maintained her composure. She knew that she had a job to do, and a rampaging Red Devil was not going to accomplish that job.
"I’ll save my rage for when I catch up with those creeps!" The heroine growled as she leapt off the roof and lightly landed on the sidewalk.
Crouching low, Red Devil sniffed the air and listened. This part of the city was relatively quiet, and she was confident that there was no one around the area of the bank. That afternoon, police had cordoned off the bank and the connecting streets while they investigated the attack. Earlier, after briefly changing back to Geri Hanson, Red Devil had found out that the criminals had destroyed a vault containing paperwork and secured files. The police detectives surmised that the armored thugs had stolen the files that the bank had been keeping safe for the Krembergian embassy, and destroyed the other files in the vault in order to confuse the authorities and cover their tracks. Geri could not really figure out why Gasser and his thugs had attacked the bank with such force to get the Kremberg files. The nation was on the verge of being sanctioned by the United Nations, but currently was not a rogue nation. Any dealings with Kremberg were legal, unless the dealings themselves violated international law. The reporter speculated that the files in question could possibly implicate someone powerful of illegal activities with Kremberg. Geri hoped that the files would shed light on the violent attack that had left so many injured and frightened. To find those files, and the men who took them, Geri needed to be Red Devil again.
The gassed officers had been transported to the city hospital for evaluation, but they had all since been released. The protesters had been freed and interviewed by detectives, as had been several members of the crowd, including Bruce and Red Devil. Red Devil smiled as she remembered the face of the detective at the city hospital when she awoke; he almost fainted when she refused to answer questions and then dived out the fifth floor window.
"No time for talking while these creeps are getting away," Red Devil mused while she crawled around the crime scene and looked for clues. Her slim nose twitched as she sniffed for scents, ruling out the familiar ones and searching for the scents she remembered the armored criminals to have.
While she worked, the feral female thought back to when she first became Red Devil. Back then, right after the accident in the university labs, Geri Hanson could not control the change to the savage version of herself. She spent many days "home sick" that year, trying to control the transformation. Her co-workers at News11 became worried about the spunky little reporter, hoping that she would be back to work soon. Eventually, Geri became good at the transformation, then skilled at it, and now an expert, changing only when she wanted to, and reverting back to Geri only when she wanted to.
The transformation, caused by Geri’s exposure to an experimental virus, was both physical and instinctual, not mental. Red Devil was, in fact, still Geri Hanson inside, but just a very different Geri Hanson.
Physically, while Geri Hanson was a petite 5’5" tall, Red Devil stood at 5’10". Geri barely weighted 115 lbs., while Red Devil’s condensed muscle tipped the scales at 250 lbs. Geri’s hair, shoulder-length, straight and brunette, became long and wild, taking on a black coloring. Her eyes remained the same, although they were more wild-looking and feral.
While Red Devil, Geri Hanson was able to use several augmented abilities. Red Devil was extremely strong, able to bench press a compact car and leap 100 feet into the air. Red Devil’s speed was increased, making her faster and more agile than any Olympic athlete. Due to her feral nature, Red Devil’s reflexes were incredible, allowing her to literally dodge bullets, if she was able to see the person firing the gun. She also possessed an increased healing ability, letting her heal damage at a rate perhaps four times as fast as a healthy woman. Her most amazing power, however, was her heightened senses. Red Devil could use her five senses at an extraordinary level. She had yet to discover the extent of her senses, but one time she had found a lost child in a crowded mall just by smelling the child’s mother – from 25 feet away.
Instinctually, Geri Hanson was a different woman while transformed into Red Devil. While Geri was an aggressive reporter, Red Devil was much more aggressive, and in the confrontational sense. While Geri Hanson was calm and collected, thanks to several years spent overseas reporting on wars and disasters, Red Devil was quite a hothead. While Geri was very good at reigning her temper in and smartly overcoming problems, Red Devil was very good at snapping into a rage and thinking with her fists. On more than one occasion, Red Devil had gotten herself into trouble by charging headfirst into danger instead of thinking around the problem. The incident at the bank earlier that day had been proof of that fact. Geri was working hard at getting that headstrong part of Red Devil under control, however, and she believed that she was making some progress. Why just the other day she –
"There it is!" Red Devil hissed, picking up the scent of the three armored criminals. With a pump of her fist, the savage superheroine darted down the street in the direction the criminals had traveled… almost ten hours before.
Four
While Bull and Shock packed up the trio’s gear, Gasser typed away on his laptop, talking with their employer and trying to set up the transfer of funds. Gasser was trying to convince the man that a simple online transfer after the wanted item was delivered would suffice, but the man was very nervous and insisted that he come by with the money in person. Money was money, so Gasser agreed, telling the employer to come by at midnight with the payment. Gasser’s trio had worked for this employer in the past, so they had confidence in his ability to pay. Gasser looked over at the manila folder that sat on a crate next to him.
One way or another, he thought, smiling.
"Hey, we took care of that Red Devil bimbo pretty easily," Bull called to Gasser while he loaded the van with equipment crates. Like his two companions, Bull was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, their armor packed away in the crates. "You think she was faking?"
"Nope," Gasser responded as he typed. "We’re just a little more skilled and well trained that that costumed whore."
"Yeah, well I’m not convinced we’ve seen the last of her," Shock groaned, still a little sore. He lifted a crate and slid it in the van. "She’s beaten some pretty tough guys, and they say she can hunt down anyone… anywhere."
Gasser laughed. "I doubt that. That was over eleven hours ago, and we’re more than ten miles from the bank. The news says she didn’t leave the hospital until almost two hours after we gassed her. There’s no way she can track us here now. No way…"
All three men jumped with a start when the skylight above their heads crashed down, showering the room with glass and thin pieces of wood. When they uncovered their eyes, the criminal trio saw that Red Devil had indeed found them, and she was in their hideout and ready for a fight.
"Hey scum! Remember me?" Red Devil hissed as she landed in a crouch, slowly turning her head to look at all three men.
"Get her!" Gasser yelled.
Bull charged Red Devil, but the bestial brunette leapt over the man easily. She rolled on the floor and came up to punch Shock in the stomach. The thug flew back and into the van. Gasser, who always had a gas gun handy, fired a gas grenade at Red Devil, but the heroine leapt in the air and landed on top of the van, letting the grenade fly under her and into the van. Inside, Shock screeched as the grenade exploded, filling the inside of the van with gas. Red Devil closed the back doors of the van with a smile before leaping over the charging Bull again. The heroine landed in front of Gasser, who had just loaded another grenade. The thug raised the gun to fire, but Red Devil grabbed the man’s hand and raised it above his head. The gas grenade shot out of the barrel and flew up, exploding against the ceiling of the warehouse. The rafters quickly filled with gas. Red Devil backhanded Gasser, sending the man flying across the floor to land on his ass.
A growl from Bull alerted Red Devil to his charge. The black-haired heroine stepped to the side and spun, catching Bull in the back of the head with an elbow. Bull grunted and fell forward. He lay groaning and holding his head until Red Devil flipped him on his back and punched him in the face. Bull grunted and was knocked unconscious.
Red Devil stood and put her hands on her hips.
"Amateurs," she sneered at the men.
The sound of the door opening caused the heroine to spin around. To Red Devil’s surprise, she saw Mr. William Wilson, the City Bank manager, and two security guards standing at the door. The three men had surprised looks on their faces. Red Devil smiled and held up a hand.
"Mr. Wilson, what a surprise," Red Devil said as she casually walked over to the men. She noticed that they were very tense and stressed, and her heightened senses smelled fear on them. That bit of information confused her, but Red Devil figured that maybe Wilson and his guards had a run in already with these thugs. Red Devil shrugged it off and stood before Wilson and his men.
"But you seem to be right on time," Red Devil shook her thumb over her shoulder at Bull and Gasser. "These are the men who robbed your bank today. Whatever paperwork they took must be around here somewhere."
Mr. Wilson blinked, staring at Red Devil with shock. The man quickly worked to compose himself.
What’s wrong with these men? Red Devil thought, turning back to keep an eye on Gasser, who was moving to sit up. Bull was still unconscious.
"R-red Devil… ah…" Wilson stuttered. "I… ah… didn’t expect to f-find you here…"
"I make it my business to be unexpected, Mr. Wilson," Red Devil bragged, looking over her shoulder at the bank manager. He and the guards were sweating heavily. "Are you gentlemen okay?"
Wilson held up his hands and smiled. "Okay? Of course we are okay. I am just… I mean, we… Ah, never mind." Wilson looked at his men when Red Devil turned back to look at the groggy Gasser.
"So, Red Devil," Wilson began. "You say you haven’t found the missing files yet?"
"No, I haven’t."
"Have you seen them?"
"No, of course not. I just got here and mopped the floor with these creeps. I haven’t had time to look yet." Red Devil was beginning to get annoyed at Wilson and his odd antics. "Look, we should secure these men until the police arrive. Why don’t your men help me while you contact the police?"
Wilson smiled, reaching into his jacket. "That sounds like a great idea. Men, why don’t you help Miss Red Devil…" The men nodded and stepped forward.
Suddenly, Red Devil was grabbed from behind, her arms pulled painfully behind her. She cried out in surprise, but the smelly wet rag that was clamped over her mouth and nose immediately muffled her cry. Her eyes widened with concern as she recognized the smell.
Chloroform! Red Devil thought. Damn! And I’ve sucked in a big breath of it already!
"Mmmmmmmppphhh!!!"
Red Devil struggled, her superhuman strength causing herself and the three men now clinging to her to stagger back and fall to the floor. The men desperately held on to her straining body, rolling her onto her belly and laying on her arms so that their weight would help to hold her. Red Devil grunted, her head swimming with the foul fumes of the chloroform. Gasser ran over and jumped on the pile, adding to the weight. Red Devil struggled to get to her knees, her body bent over with close to 1000 pounds of men on top of her. Her strength was slipping away, sucked from her being by the sinister drug, but she was still very strong. She strained, grunting into the rag, as she managed to stand a little bit, but then her legs gave out and Red Devil collapsed, the pile of men driving the breath from her as she fell. The wild heroine simply groaned as the chloroform sucked up her will. Her vision, blocked partially by several male limbs, was becoming unfocused. Her limbs were becoming too heavy for her to lift, even if four strong men were not holding them. Involuntarily, she inhaled, breathing deeply of the knockout drug. She groaned. Her senses dulled quickly, her head feeling like it had been stuffed with cotton.
No! Red Devil thought. I can’t let this happen to me! I have to fight! I’m Red Devil, dammit! I don’t get captured!
The fight was all but out of the feisty heroine, however. She simply groaned and weakly shifted her limbs, her body no longer able to respond to the commands her brain gave her. Her green eyes, glassy and unfocused, were rolling up behind heavy lids.
Dammit, no… this can’t be happening… these men… normal men… are on the verge of… defeating me…
Red Devil shivered and moaned, eyes almost closed.
They aren’t even… tying me up… just holding me down… making me breathe… making me breathe… the drug…
Right before she lost consciousness, Red Devil felt the chilling sensation of a man’s hand sliding over her spandex-covered ass cheeks and then slowly down in between them. She was barely able to make a whimper before her body sagged and she passed into oblivion.
Five
Red Devil weakly groaned. Her head felt as if it weighted a ton. When she tried to lift it, the whole world seemed to spin around her. With a sickened groan, the superheroine let her head drop back down to rest, closing her eyes and trying to get a grip on her senses.
Red Devil had long ago found out that one of the draw backs to her powers was the fact that her senses, while heightened to an incredible level, worked against her at times. Bright light would hurt her eyes easier than it would normal humans. Loud noises could stun her, or at least make her ears ring. Spicy tastes would be too much for her, sending Red Devil for a loop as if a normal human had eaten a super hot pepper. Her skin, while tough and resistant to damage, was very sensitive to light touches. And powerful smells would render her reeling and stunned, her sensory organs overwhelmed.
To combat these weaknesses, Red Devil simply followed certain guidelines. She preferred patrolling and crime fighting at night, avoiding the bright sun. She tried to remain alert so that she could block her ears if she could before a very loud noise. She avoided spicy foods and tastes while in the form of Red Devil; she did not have the time to eat while fighting crime anyway. She likewise tried to avoid light touches; tenderness was not for Red Devil, and since criminals mostly wanted to hurt her, it was not a weakness that was hard to avoid. And she tried to avoid being in places with powerful smells, or being exposed to them.
Red Devil was tough, however, and put up with most of her weaknesses, dealing with them as they occurred and usually avoiding too much trouble.
Chloroform was a whole other animal, though.
Red Devil tried to move, but found that she was bound on her belly. Several pillows had been placed under her hips, causing her ass to be raised in the air. She could feel that her arms and legs had been spread out, in a spread-eagled fashion. Her sensitive skin could feel the sensation of rough rope binding her wrists right above her leather bracers, and right above her now bare ankles. Her sensitive skin also told the heroine that she had been completely stripped naked, save for her bracers and her mask. She groaned at her predicament, her anger suppressed only by her grogginess. She told herself that all she needed was a little time, for when she regained her strength, she would easily be able to break the ropes that held her on her belly. Licking her lips, Red Devil was glad that she remained ungagged, although she wanted some water to wet her dry mouth.
Red Devil’s thoughts wandered back to the chloroform. The drug, universally used by criminals to subdue superheroines and snooping detectives, brutally assaulted the senses. Red Devil wondered why she did not smell the chloroform before it was used against her, but then thought back to Gasser. The criminal had deployed two gas grenades in their brief fight, and his grenades carried the same scent as chloroform. Red Devil’s sense of smell was fooled by the ambient odor of chloroform already in the air and she failed to notice the drug that bank manager Wilson apparently used against her.
"I’ll have to be… much more careful… next time…" the heroine grumbled, beginning to pull against the ropes.
A voice from off to the side startled her.
"I am afraid, Miss Red Devil, that there won’t be a next time."
Red Devil turned her head to the side and saw that bank manager Wilson was seated on a chair just a few feet away. His two security guards stood behind him. Wilson seemed very relaxed.
"Wilson," Red Devil growled, struggling against the ropes more. "You made a big mistake… nobody captures Red Devil…"
Wilson snapped his fingers and one of the guards stepped forward. The man sat on the floor next to Red Devil and produced a bottle of chloroform and a rag.
Red Devil’s eyes widened. "What are you doing…? No! You can’t!"
The young heroine struggled, but the security guard easily placed the wet rag over her mouth and nose. Already groggy, Red Devil easily succumbed to the fumes, again growing weak. Right before she passed out, the guard removed the rag, leaving the feisty tigress just a groaning kitten.
Wilson stood and took off his jacket and tie, tossing them to the side. He began to unbutton his shirt.
"I can and I will," Wilson chuckled. He tossed his shirt to the side and nodded to his men, who began undressing.
Red Devil groaned, her full lips parted and her eyelids heavy. "Wait… no…"
"I think not, young lady," Wilson said. He was removing his shoes. His men were already down to their underwear, eager to sample the helpless heroine. "Now that Gasser and his boys are gone, paid for their services, my boys and I have a plane to catch." He reached down and caressed one of Red Devil’s smooth ass cheeks. "But first… a little fun with you…"
"You… dirty… son of a…"
"Now, now, young lady," Wilson chided. "You should have minded your own business, Red Devil." The bank manager removed his pants and tossed them to the side. His guards were naked and kneeling to grope the bound and drugged superheroine. "If you stuck to arresting purse snatchers and jaywalkers, then you wouldn’t be in this predicament…"
Red Devil tried to struggle as she was groped, but she was too weak to put up much more than a show for the horny molesters. Hands slid under her to cup and squeeze her large breasts. Fingers pinched and spread her ass cheeks. As Wilson finished undressing, one of the guards moved around to Red Devil’s head. He slapped his hard penis in her face in a humiliating fashion, testing her reaction time. Red Devil tried to bite the offending member, but she was too weak and slow. Not satisfied, the man held the chloroform soaked rag over her face for a few moments, softening her up more. When he was sure that Red Devil was properly subdued, he began rubbing his hard cock back and forth over her full lips. The heroine moaned helplessly as the man squeezed her cheeks with his fingers and slid his penis into her slack mouth. Wilson, now naked, knelt behind the superheroine. He rubbed her thighs and shifted forward, rubbing his hard cock against the woman’s pussy and asshole.
"Have fun, boys," Wilson told his guards. He grabbed Red Devil’s hips and began pressing his penis against the entrance to her sacred place. As relaxed as she was, it was relatively easy for Wilson to force his cock into Red Devil’s most pussy, although he did note that for such a big woman, the heroine was rather tight. She grunted around the cock in her mouth as she was invaded from behind.
"And you have fun, too, Red Devil," Wilson grunted as he pressed himself forward into the woman. "Because after we’re done with you, we’re going to have to get rid of you…"
Red Devil groaned at the words of the man fucking her from behind. She was becoming worried because drugged and tied as she was, she was not really in any position to do anything to stop the men assaulting her. If they wanted to get rid of her then, unless she could shake off the drug in her system and fight them, they would succeed. She grunted as Wilson continued to force himself deeper in her body. The cock in her mouth slid back and forth, sliding deep and occasionally touching the back of her throat. Red Devil was embarrassed to hear herself gag like some kind of a bad pornstar.
"Do we have to, Mr. Wilson?" the guard fucking Red Devil’s mouth asked. The man’s hands were wrapped up in the woman’s wild black mane. "Couldn’t we just keep her? She’s pretty handy."
Wilson grunted and shook his head as he pumped in and out of Red Devil’s pussy. "Too dangerous, Johnson." The overweight bank manager was sweating as he fucked the helpless superheroine. "Any superheroine would be dangerous to keep… but Red Devil is too wild, making her way too dangerous to have. We’d never be able to… uhn… never be able to control her like we would want to… uhn… if she ever got free, then she could hurt us, physically or legally… uhn, oh yes… and I can’t afford to get caught… none of us can… mmmmmm…"
Johnson nodded as continued to fuck Red Devil’s face. The beautiful brunette gagged and coughed around the man’s cock as it filled her mouth. Her noises helped to arouse the man further and soon he was seizing, gripping her hair and pulling her face against his lower belly.
"Oh, I’m gonna cum…! Here it comes…!
Red Devil whined and tried to struggle, but was unable to stop the bank guard from cumming in her mouth. She closed her eyes and coughed as his cock spit string after string of warm cum into her mouth, but she was unable to spit any out. Helpless to do anything else, Red Devil began swallowing, her throat bobbing as she gulped down the cum.
Aroused even more by the sights and sounds of the once proud and savage Red Devil begin forced to swallow a mouthful of cum, Wilson began to feel his own orgasm coming on. He sped up his assault, pounding Red Devil’s pussy as he fucked her roughly. Red Devil grunted between coughs as her Amazonian body was rocked with each thrust. With a wail, the bank manager slammed his dick hard into the heroine’s pussy, letting his balls unleash their warm seed deep into the woman’s defenseless womb. The heroine wailed around the softening dick in her mouth as her heightened senses felt every string of warm cum as it was pumped into her. Soon the two men were hunched over their victim, their sweaty bodies slick against each other. All three were breathing heavy, the men from the exertions of their rape, and Red Devil from her labors to breathe against the sweaty folds of the guard’s belly.
After a few minutes, Wilson pulled out of the amazon and struggled to stand on shaky legs. Johnson the guard followed suit. The second guard rubbed his hands together and stepped forward to sample the helpless heroine.
Wilson stopped the man with a wave of his hand.
"No time, Jones," the overweight bank manager panted.
"What?" Jones burped in surprise. "What do you mean? It’s my turn, now!"
"Jones, we have a lot of work to do. We have to load up the van and get to the airstrip. The plane leaves in an hour. And before we go anywhere, this warehouse has to be torched… and she has to go with it." Wilson gestured down at the moaning, sweaty Red Devil.
"But boss," Jones whined, looking foolish as he stood naked. "You both got a turn, and she’s some piece of ass! I’ve never banged a superheroine before – I want a turn!"
"Look Jones," Wilson scolded the man, looking equally foolish as he scolded his employee, naked. "We can’t afford to be caught. The paperwork I have in the van will put us all away for a long time, so we’ll never get to spend all that money I embezzled. I embezzled, not you. Me. I am not going to let my hard work go to waste just because you want your turn banging some slut in a spandex costume. So, you can either stay here, bang this pig and then go to jail, or come with us and live like a king in Jamaica. What’s it gonna be, Jones?"
Jones pouted, kicking at the floor softly with his bare foot. He mumbled something.
"What was that, Jones?"
"Jamaica. Live like a king in Jamaica."
Wilson clapped his hand on Jones’ shoulder and laughed. "Good boy! Now let’s get the truck packed and the warehouse ready to torch. And Jones, in Jamaica, I’ll pay for some whore to dress up like a superheroine, and you can do whatever you want to her!"
"Really?" Jones brightened. "Wow, thanks, Mr. Wilson! You’re a swell guy!"
The deflowered amazon barely heard Wilson’s words, but she knew what he meant. She also knew that she had to escape before the men could drug her, or else she would be finished. Having regained a little strength during the argument, she was prepared to make an escape attempt. She began breathing heavy and readied herself for a surge of strength, hoping to break the ropes. Her plan was crushed, and her hopes with it, as Johnson clamped a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose.
"Uh uh, Red Devil," Johnson purred in her ear. "You ain’t going nowhere."
Red Devil’s already glassy green eyes widened as she sensed the powerful drug invading her head. She screamed into the rag and bucked wildly, but the ropes held and Johnson straddled her back, grabbing one large breast as a handhold. Soon, the heroine’s struggles began to slow. First she bucked like a bronco, then she struggled like a calf, then she shook like a dog, and finally she mewed like a kitten. With a pathetic sigh, the once mighty Red Devil sagged, her voluptuous body now at the mercy of Wilson and his men. With a shiver she slipped into unconsciousness…
Six
Red Devil groaned as she slowly returned to consciousness. Her head throbbed with a tremendous headache. When she opened her eyes, her vision spun like a kaleidoscope. She took a deep breath but was immediately assaulted by the flood of smells coming into her nose, making the heroine reel with the overload to her senses. She cried out and then sagged, almost slipping back into unconsciousness. Red Devil was already too overwhelmed and the scent was so very strong, so she was unable to identify the origin of the odor.
Red Devil was tightly bound to a chair. Her hands, wrists and arms were tied behind the chair back, making her shoulders ache. Her torso and stomach were tightly bound to the chair back as well, the rough rope fibers digging into and tickling her sensitive breasts. Her thighs, knees, calves and ankles were tightly tied to the chair legs, but in such a way that her feet were actually off the ground, the majority of the ropes lashed to the chair’s rear legs. The most disturbing factor that Red Devil noticed was the presence of a vibrating dildo that had been inserted into her pussy. The heroine felt the tool humming as its motor kept the thing in motion. The sensations that the device provoked were myriad as Red Devil struggled to regain her senses. Red Devil had never experienced a dildo before, never mind a vibrating one, although Geri Hanson had. While they were the same person, just in different physical forms, Geri Hanson was not blessed with the incredibly heightened sense of touch that Red Devil was blessed with. Or in this case, would it be a curse?
Already, Red Devil was concentrating solely on the device vibrating in her pussy. Her clitoris was fully aroused, the dildo pressing against it. She tried to fight the sensations, but she was still too drained from her ordeals. Her dry lips parted and she began breathing heavy. Her hips began moving and her thighs began squeezing together. She opened her eyes. Her wild black locks, which hung in her eyes, shrouded the room, but it was still spinning, although not as much. She closed her eyes again. Soon Red Devil was weakly straining against the ropes, although her efforts were not designed for escape but instead release… of a different kind. In moments, she was panting and swallowing, her throat bobbing.
"No…" Red Devil weakly moaned. "I… c-can’t… not now…"
Red Devil thrashed her head back and forth, trying to use every ounce of strength to fight the impending orgasm, but everything she gave was not enough. The savage superheroine seized and shuddered, her head hanging back on her neck. When she squealed, it was a noise unlike any other that had ever passed the amazon’s lips. Her fists clenched behind her, and her thighs squeezed hard against each other, trapping the vibrating dildo inside her sopping wet and spasming pussy. She sat in the chair and shook, crying out and squealing as her body betrayed her. After several long, long minutes, Red Devil sagged in the chair, held up only by the ropes. Her pale skin glistened with moistness, some of it sweat, some her own saliva, and some her bodily juices. Weak as a kitten, Red Devil could only sit bound in the chair and look about the room, to see how bank manager Wilson had left her.
"Oh no…" Red Devil weakly murmured when she saw what fate awaited her.
The floor was wet. And littered around the various crates in the warehouse were several upended can of gasoline. Red Devil quickly deducted that the cans most likely once held gasoline, which was currently collected in large puddles on the floor. The tipped over cans, and there were several of them, were centered around one crate. On top of that crate was a single candle. The candle’s flame was slowly eating away at a rope, which was slung over a ceiling beam and attached to an oil lamp. The oil lamp was made of glass and was lit. A devilishly simple and effective trap, for once the candle ate through the rope, the oil lamp would fall and shatter, lighting the gasoline covering the floor to the warehouse. The warehouse, which was old and made of wood, would undoubtedly go up in flames, and the unfortunate Red Devil would be trapped inside. For all her powers, Red Devil was not invulnerable. She was very tough, but would burn to death in the warehouse as quickly as the next woman if she did not get free.
"Well… time to… leave…" Red Devil murmured as she collected her strength and began to strain against the ropes. The savage superheroine was certain that, although momentarily weak, she would be able to recompose herself and break out of the ropes in plenty of time to escape. After all, the candle’s flame had apparently just started eating at the rope. She relaxed for a moment and then flexed again, her strength already coming back to her. A sudden shiver running through her body made Red Devil pause.
"What was that…?" Red Devil mused, but after a moment, she knew the answer. Looking down at her lap, the heroine felt the slightest bit of dread creep into her heart.
"The dildo… it’s still going…" Red Devil shivered again. "Still going… inside of me…"
Determined to break out of the ropes and rip the foul toy from her body, Red Devil paused and took several breaths, readying herself for a surge of strength that would hopefully break her free on the first try. Right as she was ready to flex, another shiver rumbled through her, distracting her. Red Devil shook her head and prepared for another attempt, but a stray shiver also foiled that attempt. The vibrating dildo rumbled inside her pussy, purring against her sensitive flesh in just the right way. Red Devil was panting again. She growled and shook her head, tossing her wild black locks about, determined to put the arousal to the side in order to escape. The heroine soon found that her predicament was akin to a tired person trying to read a book. She kept trying to do the same thing only to lose her concentration and have to start all over again. Only in Red Devil’s case, she was slowly becoming more and more aroused.
"No…!" She cried out. "I can’t… let that happen again… I have to fight it…!"
The battle was, however, totally uphill. Red Devil was soon slumped in the chair, panting and squeezing her thighs together. Thoughts of escape were set aside for temporarily more important thoughts. Red Devil’s mind whirled with arousal and need. Her ultra-sensitive sense of feeling was quickly working to undo the heroine, making her use her energy to submit to the temptations of carnal pleasure. Soon, the dark-haired damsel was reveling in another orgasm. She squealed and writhed in the chair, her strength being sucked from her with every shiver. After a couple of minutes, Red Devil was once again a panting and sweating pile of flesh, still bound to the chair and with her end quickly approaching. Her unfocused eyes found the flame of the candle as it continued to burn through the rope.
"Damn… that… took a lot out of me…" Red Devil’s pink tongue slowly licked her sweaty lips. "Can’t let it… happen again… if I cum again… then I’m done for sure…"
In Red Devil’s fatigued and weakened state, the very thought of how vulnerable she was became distracting. While trying to regain her strength, Red Devil thought about how she had never been in as much danger as she was just then. As a superheroine, she was always in danger – it was part of the life. She had been attacked and hurt many times, she had even been beaten and defeated in combat, and twice before she had been captured. Both times she escaped, of course, but during the time of her capture she had not undergone anything more threatening or insidious than being bound and occasionally groped. Now she had been stripped, violated and left to die a most horrible death.
So easy, she thought. They got me so easily… and it wasn’t even the bad guys with the powered armor suits… it was a normal man…!
Red Devil’s mind wandered to thoughts of failure. She decided that her current situation was a result of her first real failure. Her mind thought back to when she first started out as Red Devil, not so long ago. Then, she had doubted whether a single superheroine would be effective against a city of crime. She told herself that eventually, the numbers game would catch up with her and she would be beaten, possibly killed. Since then, her success had helped to bolster her confidence, but as she sat there, tied and dripping with sweat, she could not help but to think whether this was the end or not.
"No…!" She cried suddenly. "This can’t be the end…! I won’t let it…! Too many innocents depend on me everyday… I can’t fail them…!"
Determined to push aside the thoughts of failure and submission, and determined to work through the humming vibrator and the arousal it was making her feel, Red Devil concentrated, ready to fight against the ropes. The bestial brunette clenched her teeth and flexed. Her powerful muscles strained against the ropes, although their fatigue cried a silent protest to her. She was immediately rewarded with the sounds of the ropes straining and the wood of the chair creaking.
"There we go…!" Red Devil hissed. "I’ll break the damn chair to pieces if I have to…!"
Red Devil grunted and groaned as she flexed. The ropes and the chair were groaning as well, nearing the point that would cause them to break. The heroine’s fatigued muscles were beginning to shake, however, twitching under her smooth, pale skin. In her weakened state, Red Devil was no stronger than a physically fit woman, and her muscles would act as such. If she pushed her muscles far enough, then they would fail her, just like any athlete who has pushed too far. She would be weak as a kitten and need some serious rest to regain normal strength, never mind her heightened strength. The bound beauty would be unable to do much more than scream as the warehouse burnt down around her.
"No…!" She cried out as she felt her muscles shake even more. "Just a little… more… almost have it… have to hold out… just a little longer…!"
Then suddenly, the worst possible thing happened.
The humming vibrator, forgotten temporarily by the struggling superheroine, sent a wild shiver running through the woman’s body. She gasped and shook as an orgasm swelled up and threatened to overwhelm her. Red Devil’s bid for freedom was crushed as she then had to divert her total strength and concentration to fighting off the orgasm. In her heart, Red Devil knew that if she came, she would be too weak to break free. She whimpered and tossed herself about on the chair as much as the ropes would allow her too. Her wild black hair whipped about as she madly tried to stave off the rising tide of her arousal. The dam of her resolve was already overloaded, and Red Devil quickly found herself spiraling downward to her doom.
"No…! Can’t… cum…! Mustn’t… cum…! No…! Not now…!"
Red Devil gasped and strained. Suddenly, her eyes snapped wide open behind her eye mask as her body sent signals to her brain. Her resistance had failed, and her orgasm was coming.
"Can’t… fight it…" she panted. "Too… strong… I… I’m… I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!"
The once savage superheroine trembled and squealed as the orgasm washed over her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, her head tossed back. Her muscular body rolled in the bonds as the waves and waves of pleasure molded her like clay. Almost all of Red Devil’s energy reserves were being spent up by the incredible orgasm. Her thighs clenched the dildo to her as if it were a lover who was trying to mate with her. She jerked about on the chair for several minutes, threatening at times to knock the piece of furniture over, and then with a sigh, the helpless heroine slumped on the chair, once again held up solely by the ropes.
Slowly, Red Devil’s pink tongue licked her full, sweaty lips. She panted for breath, her large breasts heaving as she breathed. Her big, firm globes were slick with perspiration, rivulets of sweat rolling down them to her tummy and sides, which wept sweat as well. Her slick muscles trembled with fatigue and overuse. All over the woman’s body, her muscles spasmed, dancing under her slick skin. Little white spots danced before her eyes as she looked over at the candle. The heroine whined as she saw that the flame had all but eaten through the rope that held up the burning lantern. In her heart, Red Devil knew that she was spent, and because of that, she was done for. Her lower lip trembled a little as her eyes became transfixed on the candle flame.
"No…" the once proud heroine whined. "It can’t end… not now…"
"Oh, it won’t end just yet," a voice spoke from the side. A blow of breath ended the flame’s life and stopped the death trap from continuing on its course.
Red Devil looked up and saw Security Guard Jones standing next to the crate that the extinguished candle sat on. The man was smiling ludely and unbuttoning his shirt.
"It won’t end for you until I have had my fun, super slut," Jones laughed as he disrobed.
Seven
Bank manager Wilson checked his watch one last time. He looked up at his embarrassed flunky Johnson, and then over at another man who stood by a single engine Cessna airplane. Rick Smith was a pilot and accomplice of Wilson’s, and he looked about as happy as Wilson did.
"We have to go now, Wilson," Smith said, leaving off the "Mister" prefix that Johnson and Jones had been using. While Smith was an associate of Wilson, he was not an employee. The pilot considered himself on an equal level with the bank manager, since the pilot’s provision of an escape plane and route to Jamaica made him indispensable. "We can’t wait for your boy any longer. It is almost dawn."
"And Mr. Wilson," Johnson piped in, "if we don’t leave before dawn, then we could get caught –."
"Shut up, Johnson!" Wilson hissed, spinning to face the former security guard. "If your stupid friend could keep it in his pants and control himself, then we wouldn’t be standing here right now! I told him to meet us here immediately. Hell, we’ve both had time to change and that fool still isn’t here yet!"
"We should just leave him," Smith offered. He returned a dirty look from Johnson. "That idiot is probably back at the warehouse fucking that stupid bimbo right now. That means that the warehouse hasn’t burned down yet, and the slut is still alive. She could track us here."
Johnson began to speak in defense of his friend, but Wilson cut him off with the wave of a hand. "He’s right, Johnson. Red Devil might be dead, but if Jones decided to go back and get a piece, then there’s a chance she’s still alive, and maybe even free. And if she’s free, then there’s every chance she will show. At the very least, the beat up bimbo will send the police. We have to go now."
"I’ll get the plane started," Smith said.
In minutes, the plane was running and the men were onboard, taxiing down the runway of the small airfield in the darkness. The plane made a complete turn and began rolling down the airfield’s sole runway. As the plane slowly built up speed, a large shape could be seen on the side of the runway. The men peered through the poor light of pre-dawn and gasped as one. The body of a badly beaten Jones lay crumpled in a heap on the side of the runway. The man was naked and bound with rope, and apparently alive for he moved slightly, his head lolling around.
"Shit!" Wilson cried. "If Jones is here – and like that – then Red Devil must be here, too! Let’s get this thing in the air!"
Smith accelerated the plane. "Can the bitch fly?"
Wilson shook his head. "I don’t think so, but let’s get some distance just incase."
Suddenly, the small plane shook with an impact. The men looked out the windows but saw nothing at first. Smith was the first to spot her, his head having poked out the small side window.
"There she is! On the tail!"
The three men felt their hearts sink as they watched Red Devil shake her fist at them from her perch on the tail of the plane. The superheroine was in full costume, her red spandex making her difficult to see in the dim light. The hearty heroine was not trying to hide her presence, though. She howled with rage and grabbed the plane’s tail rudder in an attempt to bend or perhaps break it.
"Do something!" Wilson yelled at Smith.
"I’m trying, but I need to get her off that tail! Shoot the bitch!"
Johnson and Wilson both produced pistols and stuck their arms out of the small side windows. They began firing at the superheroine, but due to the poor positioning, their aim was off. After a full clip each, only one round had struck Red Devil, and it had only been a grazing blow to her arm. The wound seemed to enrage the savage amazon even more, and she screamed, her body tensing and her muscles flexing. To the horror of the criminals, the creak of metal and the snap of fiberglass could be heard as Red Devil bent the tail rudder completely.
"Shit!" Seeing the damage done to his plane, Smith decelerated the plane.
"What are you doing, you fool!" Wilson yelled as he re-loaded. "Get this thing in the air!"
"She’s bent the rudder!" Smith called back as he cut the engine and unbuckled his harness. "Even if we get into the air, we’ll just fly around in circles until we run out of gas and crash! We have to get out and just kill her here, then we can think of another plan to escape!"
The men each leapt out of the still rolling plane. The waved their pistols around, looking for a target to fire at, but saw none. Red Devil was nowhere in sight.
"Where’d she go?" Johnson asked, looking around with wide eyes.
"She couldn’t have gotten far," Wilson said with a growl. "And she’s still got to be weak from what we did to her earlier. Spread out and shoot her down like a dog!"
The men fanned out around the plane in the dim light. Smith grumbled, "Weak? She just broke my damn plane! Weak my ass!"
Johnson lost sight of the other two men when Wilson walked around the other side of the plane and Smith crouched under it. The thug crept along, pistol in front of him and ready. Suddenly, a shape charged from the shadows on the edge of the tarmac. Red Devil hit Johnson with a shoulder tackle and slammed the man into the side of the airplane. The force of the hit rocked the plane, causing both Wilson and Smith to flee away on the other side. The men watched as Johnson slumped to the ground under the slowly stopping plane.
"Two creeps left!" Red Devil taunted from the darkness on the other side of the plane.
Wilson and Smith ran to one side and fired wildly into the darkness. They fired until their pistols ran dry, but heard no sounds of bullets shredding flesh. They did hear the sound of a deep chuckle coming from behind them, however. Slowly the men turned to face a grinning amazon warrior.
"Out of bullets?" Red Devil chuckled. "Too bad for you."
Smith tossed his gun to the side and brought his fists up.
"I don’t need a gun to kick some silly bitch’s ass, even if she is dressed up in some costu – !"
Smith’s words were interrupted when Red Devil head butted the man in the face. The tough pilot did not make a sound as he crumpled to the tarmac, unconscious.
Red Devil smiled and looked up at Wilson. The man dropped to his knees, hands together. He begged the heroine to spare him, which Red Devil thought was silly since she had not killed anyone. As she stepped forward to pummel the whimpering former bank manager, part of her thought that the men deserved death for what they did to her. But the part of her that was Geri Hanson thought differently. Red Devil, for all her savagery, knew that she was a heroine. Her code of honor and her dedication to preserving life and freedom kept her apart from the scum and villainy of the city.
Although a little senseless violence doesn’t hurt when someone earns it, the sultry savage thought with a smile.
Eight
Geri Hanson watched the news report with pleasure from her bubble bath. Former bank manager William Wilson, two of his former guards, and freelance pilot Rick Smith were all in custody. The men were facing charges of Assault and Battery, Assault and Battery with a Deadly Weapon, Illegal Possession of Firearms, various other weapons charges, Kidnapping, Rape, Conspiracy to Commit Murder, Embezzlement, and a slew of F.A.A. violations. Geri figured that only the embezzlement, the weapons charges and the F.A.A. charges would stick, since Red Devil could not testify in a court of law. The City Bank was working with the authorities to build and airtight case against the men, one that would possibly link them to many other charges dating back several years. It seemed that Wilson and his gang had been embezzling money from City Bank and several other financial institutions for quite a while. Geri agreed with News11’s analyst when he said that Wilson and his gang would be in jail for quite some time.
The strange part of the case had been that the paperwork that had been stolen from the bank vault was just paperwork that linked Wilson to the crimes. None of the paperwork had anything to do with the rogue South African nation of Kremberg. The authorities and the liberal lobbyists were all confused, but there was no way to ferret out any records leading to Kremberg due to the fire that had been set in the vault which destroyed all the records. The heat was off Kremberg for the time being. Geri had no doubt that Red Devil’s path would most likely cross that of Kremberg in the future, especially if the nation continued it’s illegal activities.
As for Red Devil, she had taken quite a beating from Wilson and his men. They did things to her that should not be done to anyone, and although she shivered at the thought of it, the investigative reporter knew that peril and danger were a part of her job. Those things were a part of being an investigative reporter, and they were most certainly part of being a superheroine. She was sore, but she was alive, and the men responsible were behind bars.
Well, most of them, she thought with a frown. I wonder what happened to Gasser and his gang…?
Epilogue
Gasser stood as the bodyguards walked into the hotel suite’s large living area. The men watched the mercenary, their machine guns held ready, as an elegant blonde-haired woman walked in behind them. The woman, dressed in a tight fitting sequined gown, had come from the hotel suite’s master bedroom. She nodded to Gasser as she approached, sitting gracefully in a chair opposite the man. Between them sat a mahogany coffee table and on that table sat several folders.
"I see you have completed your assignment, Gasser," the woman purred as she flipped through the folders. "All originals and all apparently here. Very good work."
Gasser nodded. "I work as well as I get paid…"
"And you are being paid handsomely, my mercenary…" the woman smiled.
"So the job was done right."
"Any problems?"
"Red Devil," Gasser answered. "But we took care of her… temporarily, it seems."
The woman nodded and let her thoughts drift to the subject of Red Devil. "Savage little beast that one is. I am sure she will be a problem in the future."
Gasser chuckled. "And I’m sure you already have a plan to deal with her."
The blonde woman smiled. "Why of course. Would you expect anything less of me?"
"No, of course not."
The woman uttered a light little laugh. She paused and thought on the subject some more before speaking.
"Gasser, you have performed well, as always, and you will be paid in the usual manner, but would you and your men be interested in making a little extra money?"
"What do you have in mind?"
The woman smiled. "Oh, participation in a little… experiment."
Gasser chuckled. "You wouldn’t be thinking about messing with our DNA, would you? Like in your other… ‘experiments’?"
The woman lightly laughed again. "Just some slight… improvements. You’ve seen my work, so you know what I can do… and you will be very well paid."
Gasser nodded. "A tempting offer, Dr. Synn. Your work is fantastic. I will have to talk it over with the boys, however. Although you know how comfortable we are with the help and monetary support of the government of Kremberg. I’m sure your… experiment will be well received."
The delicious Dr. Synn lightly rubbed a fingertip along her lower lip, blue eyes watching Gasser, but her mind drifting to the many possibilities that the future would hold. For Gasser. For Kremberg. For herself. And of course, for Red Devil…
The End.