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MS CRUSADER: DIRTY JOB

By Dark One

“Wow!” Sidney Thames said, looking herself over in the full-length mirror.

“Just….wow.”

She stood in her master bedroom, hands on hips and feet shoulder width

apart, admiring her new Super Heroine costume. It was the first time she’d

ever worn the entire ensemble on her. Previously, she’d just tried on the

individual components of her “Ms Crusader” costume to ensure they all fit

properly.

“I was right to go with yellow,” she said. “This costume pops!”

Sidney, or Ms Crusader, couldn’t take her eyes off her shapely five foot

ten body in a bright yellow latex strapless one-piece, which was French cut

so daringly she had to completely shave her pubic mound. It showed off her

magnificent 38DDs wonderfully, riding high and extraordinarily firm. Most

women had to have implants to get tits like that, but hers were 100 percent

natural. And since they were so naturally firm, she didn’t have to spoil

the lines of her costume with a bra.

Besides the one-piece, she wore patient leather thigh boots, latex opera

gloves, satin choker, and a very special face mask -- all black. From the

wide latex choker hung a solid silver Sisterhood ankh, with her name on it –

Ms Crusader. The costume fit like a second skin, so tight she could clearly

see the muscle definition in her rock hard abs, her naval and even the

outline of her nipples’ areolas. Another reason she had to completely shave

her pubic hair.

“My mother would have a stroke if she saw me in this,” Sidney said,

flashing a brilliant smile at the thought. And what a smile. She had very

full lips and a wide mouth. When she smiled the world lit up around her.

“I wonder if I should show more boob?”

Sidney knew from her Sisterhood Super Heroine training this past summer

that a set of well displayed tits could stop a man in his tracks for a few

seconds, and then keep drawing his eyes back over and over again. Something

to be exploited at every opportunity. Indeed, a big part of the

outrageously skimpy, overtly sexy costume was to gain an advantage over her

criminal opponents. Even with her supernatural Power, she could use every

advantage possible. The life expectancy of Super Heroines wasn’t something

to dwell upon too long.

“Ocean City, meet your newest champion, Ms Crusader,” she said, brown eyes

flashing.

She used her Power to pull moisture from the air and formed a disk just two

feet across. It formed under her feet and lifted her a foot off the floor.

Ms Crusader teetered a bare second, still not completely comfortable in the

stiletto heeled thigh boots. She was, after all, barely eighteen and hadn’t

had much experience wearing them. But she was a quick study with excellent

balance.

Ms Crusader could form water into just about anything she wanted: disks or

boards to ride through the air atop, diamond hard spears, defensive shields

dense enough to stop a tank round, anything she needed and could visualize.

With that talent she could fight crime and protect the citizens of Ocean

City for years to come.

“Time to get to work,” she said, and propelled the disk toward the door.

She rode the disk to the back door. The key was hidden on top of the

chimney, for when she returned in the wee hours of the night. At the

moment, it was early morning – after rush hour but before the housewives

came out to start their chores. The kids were all in school. Few if any

eyes were around to see anything untoward. Besides, she was a strong Water

Power, and could move with lightning speed.

Out the door, she elongated the disk to a mini surfboard and shot out at

the back fence like a stone from a slingshot. She was doing sixty miles per

hour by the time she “hopped” over the six foot privacy fence and then cut

right and streaked down the alley.

“Wahoo!” she cried.

Before she reached the end of the alley she “pushed” the board of hardened

water up and went soaring high above the neighborhood. She reveled in her

ability to fly for the next fifteen minutes, zigzagging around as she slowly

rose up from a hundred feet up to a thousand feet. It was a pure adrenaline

rush.

“Ms Crusader’s one happy camper!” she cried.

After fifteen minutes, she reached up to her mask and pressed two hidden

buttons at once, activating her secure communications with other Sisterhood

Super Heroines. A blue holographic pop up appeared at the bottom edge of

her vision. It showed her she was alone on duty, or at least none of the

other Sisters in Ocean City had logged onto their secure net. Of course,

most Super Heroines worked nights. In fact, she had two weeks of day

duties, then college classes started and she would go to nights as well.

Then there was her “day” job as a waitress. The job was for cover and

spreading around money, since the small three bedroom, two bath house was a

graduation gift from her wealthy parents, who lived over the coastal range

in the Valley. They expected her to live in it until graduation, then sell

it to start her retirement fund. But Sidney planned to stay in Ocean City

after college.

“Too bad, I really want to meet the other Super Heroines,” she said,

crestfallen. But she perked up quickly. “But maybe if they see news

accounts of my exploits they will dress up and come meet me.”

With that happy thought, she pressed a button on her mask and tapped into

the police band. She immediately heard something promising. A car chase.

And they were chasing bank robbers. Two police cars had already been lost

-- one by bullets and one in a two car crash. The helicopter was down for

service, so they had no air support.

“Until now,” Ms Crusader said, smiling brightly.

Ms Crusader propelled herself as quickly as she could toward the deadly car

chase.

“What luck!” she said. “I’ll make a great name for myself today.”

It was going to be so sweet catching them. She couldn’t wait to see their

reaction to her arrival. And wait until everyone saw what she could do!

“There they are,” she said, suddenly turning all business. Her pretty

brown eyes flashed. “And they’ve eluded the police, too. But they won’t

escape me!”

The blue late model Oldsmobile was accelerating down a residential alley,

while the police continued down the street behind them. If not for her they

would escape. Of course, it would be better if the police were right there

to witness her heroic deed, but they would arrive soon enough.

Changing course to cut them off, Ms Crusader was soon directly above them.

Just five feet above the car, in fact. She almost giggled when she thought

of their coming surprise.

Ms Crusader pushed herself directly in front of the car, pacing its speed

perfectly and turned to face them with a big grin. The looks of shock on

their faces made it all worthwhile. Then she made their fears come true,

and used her Power.

She pulled water out of the humid coastal air and formed it all around the

perimeter of the car, then LIFTED it up and at the same time brought it to

an abrupt stop. To the four men in the sedan, it was as if they hit a brick

wall, though the car was not damaged in the least. The engine did die, so

she set it back down and released the water, which fell wetly to the

pavement with a splash.

“Good day, miscreants!” she said, assuming a classic Super Heroine pose

five feet in front of the car. They staggered out of the car, battered and

bruised, and paused to gawk at her. “The gig’s up, boys. It is jail time

for you. Maybe five to ten in prison will teach you crime doesn’t pay,

especially on Ms Crusader’s watch.”

God, she was pleased with herself. It went better than she ever dreamed.

And, just like expected, they were stunned speechless by her magnificence.

None of them had taken his eyes off her body yet. All she had to do now was

notify the police, who would come pick them up.

Reaching up to her mask, she just had to press a single well hidden button

and she would go live on the police net. They would be there within

minutes, with news camera crews not far behind, no doubt. But the men had

other ideas.

“Kill her!”

With her finger a fraction of an inch from the button, and her mind already

turning to the coming news conference, she was caught completely by

surprise. The men were caught, and should behave that way. Beside the call

to “kill her” came four piercing battle cries of pure rage as all four men

leapt at her with vengeance filled faces.

“Oooo!” as the first bank robber to reach her grabbed her medium length

brown hair and jerked her off-balance. Then a second man slammed a hard

fist into her ribs. “Ufffpphff!”

It happened so fast. Four sets of fist suddenly were pummeling her front

and back. A fist connected with her chin, sending her world spinning

dizzily, then another to her temple. One of the men doubled her up with a

powerful blow to the belly after that. Followed by a knee to the face – and

blackness enveloped her.

“Damn. We won,” Fast Frankie said.

“Now what?” Eddie said.

“Throw her in the car and let’s beat it,” Chuck said.

Chuck grabbed her under the arm pits and Eddie picked up her feet. While

Fast Frankie got back behind the wheel and started the car, they carried her

to the back seat and dumped her between them. Lars took shotgun and they

were off again.

“Now what?” Eddie said, eyeing her fine form lustily as Chuck bound her

wrists tightly behind her back. “We going to nail her before we kill her?”

“Duh,” Chuck said, and pulled Ms Crusader’s yellow top down off her titanic

tits. “Hot damn, we hit the jackpot here, boys!”

Chuck immediately sucked a perfect pink nipple into his mouth. Ms.

Crusader groaned, and writhed, but didn’t come to yet. In the meantime,

Eddie pulled the tight latex away and to the side of her pubic mound.

“Hey, the bitch is clean shaven!” Eddied cried with glee. “What a slut!

Look, she’s already wet.”

Eddie massaged her glistening pussy lips for a long moment, finally rousing

the dazed Super Heroine from unconsciousness. She gasped and bucked, eyes

wild with disbelief.

“Here, dump some of this down her throat before she’s coherent,” Lars said

from the front seat, handing them a bottle of Jack. “Booze steals away an

Amazon’s ability to use her Power.”

“Good thinking,” Chuck said, taking the bottle. He took a swig first, then

pushed a good four inches of bottle neck into her wide mouth before upending

the bottle. Ms Crusader gasped and sputtered, gagged and coughed, but she

also sucked down a healthy dose of whiskey. More than enough to ensure her

Powers stayed at bay a long time. “Good girl.”

COUGH! “You bastards,” Ms Crusader wheezed out. “How dare…COUGH…How dare

you accost me!”

Eddie pushed his finger deep into her vagina at that instant. Ms

Crusader’s big brown eyes widened and she gasped again. Chuck chuckled and

started sucking on her nipple again, eliciting another outraged gasp.

“Oh, you….you!…..,” Ms Crusaders said, struggling with her bound wrists.

“Just you wait….When I get….OH! Stop that!….Oooo…..Oh, God, I’m going

to……Ahhhhh…..shit.”

Ms Crusader couldn’t believe she screwed up so much. Her very first bust

blew up in her face. Now she was captured and being molested by evil men.

One man was finger fucking her, and the other was gleefully sucking her tit.

And, worst of all, it all felt GREAT!

“Please stop,” she cried, starting to buck. “I just turned 18 this week,

damn it. I’m a virgin!”

“Sweet,” Eddie said. “I ain’t never fucked no virgin before.”

“Then this is your lucky day,” Fast Frankie said from the front. “Mount

up!”

Ms Crusader slammed her knees together and held them tight. Eddie and

Chuck tried to pull them apart, but couldn’t. Alpha Metas like Ms Crusader

were superior women, at least ten times stronger than a strong man. And she

was determined not to lose her virginity to Eddie or any of his cohorts in

crime.

“Aaaaiiiieee!” she cried when they started tormenting her tits in their

anger and frustration. “You will sooooo pay for that!”

Suddenly, Eddie seized her hair and yanked her head straight back. She

gasped, wide-eyed and waited for a chop to the throat or something. What

she didn’t expect was for Chuck to upend that bottle of whiskey into her

mouth. In an instantly her throat was on fire, her eyes watering, and very

soon everything was spinning. She didn’t drink, so alcohol affected her

more quickly and profoundly.

Unfortunately, one hundred percent of her attention was directed at the

whiskey being poured down her throat. Ms Crusader didn’t even feel Eddie

spread her thigh-booted legs and slip between them. She did feel his rock

hard cock press against, and then push into her pussy. He was well mounted

before Chuck removed the bottle from her mouth.

Ms Crusader’s back arched and her toes tried to curl inside her boots as

Eddie pushed deeper and deeper within her vagina. Even as she gasped and

coughed uncontrollably, she felt his thick cock spreading her sex as she

tried desperately to squeeze it tight and deny him any further access. Then

he reached her hymen tissue.

“Oh! Please,” she gasped. “I’m a Super Heroine. You can’t do this to me.

Rape is a felony.”

“Really, now, Ms Cunt-ator,” Eddie said, leering into her lovely masked

face. “Can anything that feels this good be bad? I ask you seriously.”

The other men laughed as she grunted and gasped. Eddie was having a tough

time battering through her maidenhead. Ms Crusader writhed and gyrated her

shapely hip in an attempt to foil his efforts. But then Eddie seized her

ass cheeks in both hands and held her still, allowing him to pull almost

completely out of her pussy, and then thrust deep and hard into her helpless

body.

“Aaaiiiieeeee!”

“I’m through!” Eddie cried. “She’s not a virgin anymore!”

“Bastard, I’m going to – Mphhhhhpf!” Ms Crusader started to say, but was

cut off by Chuck’s passionate kiss. While one hand held her head still, so

he could exploit her full, luscious lips and mouth, his other hand dropped

to her titanic tits and had a field day. He very quickly pinched and

kneaded her nipples into hardness. Her whole body was infused with a warm

tingling sensation washing her resolve away. “Uuuuppphhhhhhh!”

The whiskey was really starting to do a number on her brain. She could

feel incoherence creeping in. Chuck’s kiss shouldn’t have disoriented her

so terribly. And worse, she felt her will power crumbling before the sexual

assault Eddie was perpetrating on her helpless pussy.

“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned through the kiss as Eddie’s pumping intensified.

He was inside her all the way now. Pumping madly, his eyes wild with

wicked glee. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Worse, she

couldn’t believe the feeling of warmth, of sexual pleasure she was

experiencing. The harder Eddied pumped her, the fiercer Chuck kissed and

fondled her, the more intense she felt her ardor growing.

Eddie gasped and his pumping became erratic. Ms Crusader realized

immediately what that meant. Cold fear seized her then, for if he released

his cum inside her pussy, she could become pregnant. She was on birth

control, but nothing was one hundred percent proof against impregnation.

And if she became pregnant, then she lost her super Power forever. If she

lost her Power, she’d never escape and be a fuck toy for men the rest of her

life.

That thought sent her over the edge. Ms Crusader’s breathing became ragged

through her nose and she felt the orgasm seize her lower belly, and radiate

pure unadulterated pleasure throughout her body. Her belly quivered and

quaked, and she groaned low and sensually deep in her throat. All the while

her pussy muscles were convulsing and quivering around the cock up her cunt.

“Damn!” Eddie cried, and lost it too.

Ms Crusader gasped and bucked, and squeezed her twat muscles to milk her

sexual interloper completely. It was an unconscious act, but once she did

it she realized what she’d done. Humiliation washed over her then.

My God, I am a SLUT! she thought dismally. They’re right.

“My turn,” Chuck said hoarsely.

As soon as Eddie pulled out, Ms Crusader was flipped about. She found

herself facing Eddie with Chuck now maneuvering to mount her. Eddie,

though, wasn’t satisfied with what he’d just gotten. He grabbed her head

with both hands, gave her a quick, but fierce, kiss, then pushed her face

into his crotch.

“Lick me clean, Crusader Slut,” Eddie said.

His sticky, semi-erect dick poked her in the left eyeball. It was sticky

with cum and her pussy juices. When she didn’t suck it up immediately, he

buried his left hand in her silky brown hair and pushed her face down. Then

with his right hand, he started rubbing his slimy, sticky cock all over her

face.

“Uuuuggggghhhhhh! Gross!” she cried, horrified. “Stop it! Stop! Please,

stop.”

Meanwhile, Chuck was forgotten behind her. First, he finished removing her

yellow latex costume, leaving her in mask, boots and gloves. He maneuvered

her body so that she ended up kneeling on the car’s back seat, and then

moved up behind her. Chuck mounted her doggie style, and reached around to

grab her tits. Then pinching and twisting her already hard and

hypersensitive nipples, Chuck began his long awaited “joy ride.”

“Oh! Oh,” she cried, feeling Chuck mount her from behind. To her shock,

Eddie took the opportunity to slide his sticky into her open mouth.

“Nmmpphhh.”

Realizing Eddie wouldn’t remove his cock until she “cleaned it” off with

her mouth, Ms Crusader started sucking it. All the while, Chuck was

joyfully fucking the bejesus out of her throbbing pussy. That wonderfully

frightening feeling of sexual pleasure was slowly building again, maybe just

a bit faster than the first time.

“Oh, shit!” Chuck cried out. “This bitch’s pussy just clamped down on my

dick! Wow! This is incredible.”

“Shut up,” Lars said from the front seat. “I get her next.”

“We’ll be at the hideout soon enough,” Fast Frankie said, sounding a bit

miffed too.

Eddie forced Ms Crusader to suck his cock until it was hard again, then she

had to start licking and sucking on his sweaty balls. The feeling of

humiliation and degradation fueled her ardor, and she felt the heat wash

through her body again. Suddenly, what Chuck was doing proved too much to

endure. She tried to fight it, but it was so hard to concentrate while

giving head and sucking on stinking, sweaty balls.

The wonderful tingle turned into that rush to climax.

“Aaaeeeiiiiiiieeeeee,” she cried, her back arching and head back.

“Yes,” Chuck cried, and released her tits. He grabbed her by the hair and

kept her body bent painfully backwards as he began slamming it home with

relish. Ms Crusader started panting and gasping, grunting and making

pathetic mewing noises. That fired his ardor, until he lost it and exploded

deep within her throbbing, clenching pussy.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” Ms Crusader gasped, squeezing her pussy muscles over and

over again, involuntarily milking her second assailant. “Aaaahhhhhh.

Shit.”

Once again, Ms Crusader was forced to lick and suck clean the penis that

exploited her so wickedly. This time, she was embarrassed to realize she

actually kind of liked the smell and taste of it. It made her cunt tingle

and ache.

Ms Crusader had to go back and forth between Chuck and Eddie, sucking their

dicks and licking their balls. She was kept thus occupied until they

reached their hideout, outside of the city and low on the coastal range.

When she was pulled out of the blue Oldsmobile she could see the city

stretched out before them.

Wow, what a great view, she thought.

Lars took over Ms Crusader, grabbing her by the left tit and pulling her

after him. She followed after him, begging him to stop hurting her tit so

badly. But he was pissed, since the other two had made her “nasty.” He

didn’t want “sloppy seconds and thirds.”

Ms Crusader was taken inside the house. The air conditioning was turned

way down, making her already engorged nipples even tauter and more

sensitive.

Lars dragged her to the shower, where he shoved her inside and turned on

the water full blast. He, of course, failed to use any hot water, so she

was shocked, stunned by the frigid water as the vile villain scrubbed her

sticky, wet twat and made sure her now very taut tits were sprayed down long

and thoroughly.

She was then dragged out of the shower and taken to a bedroom, dripping

wet. Ms Crusader thought she’d be tied spread eagle on a bed, to get a

sound and proper gangbanging, but there wasn’t a bed in the room.

“What are you going to do to me now?” she asked, but didn’t really want to

know.

Ms Crusader was led to the center of the room. Lars buckled on wide

leather “cuffs” around her upper thighs, then forced her to kneel. Then

leather cuffs were secured to her lower calves, and fastened to the thigh

cuffs, effectively binding her in a kneeling position. Next, Chuck attached

a black lacquered spacer bar to her ankles, forcing her feet wide a part, so

wide it forced her knees wide as well. Next, her wrists were untied from

behind her back, and leather bondage cuffs attached to them. Those cuffs

were snapped to silver rings on the thigh cuffs.

Ms Crusader was panting by the time they finished. Her nipples were rock

hard, and her tits felt even more engorged and taut. Her pussy was tingling

like crazy, and she felt juices starting to drip down her inner thighs. And

worse, an erotic warmth had infused her entire body, causing her rock hard

belly to quiver and quake, and causing her shortness of breath.

Then Ms Crusader’s situation took a turn for the worse.

“What’s that?” she said, eyes wide when Fast Frankie picked up a briefcase

looking kit. He pulled out a very thick looking silver needle. Her throat

tightened when he turned a wicked grin upon her. “OH, SHIT!”

Lars, Chuck and Eddie held her tightly, while Fast Frankie palmed her left

tit and eyeballed the erect pink nipple. She swallowed hard and shook her

head “NO.” Ms Crusader’s eyes grew wider and wider as the needle drew

closer and closer to her hypersensitive nipple.

“Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” A few seconds later, he lifted her right

breast and pierced that nipple as well.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Shit! Shit! SHIT!”

“Damn, the bitch’s got a set of lungs, don’t she?” Eddie said, snickering.

Ms Crusader swallowed, and swallowed again. She took numerous deep

breathes as she tried to blink away the tears filling her big brown eyes.

Fast Frankie threaded silver rings into her nipples, and then strung up a

silver chain between them.

“Oh, you will pay dearly for that,” she said hoarsely.

“Really, then I can stop worrying about going too far with what I’m about

to do next,” Fast Frankie said, leering at her. “Pull her back and hold on

tight.”

Ms Crusader’s shoulders were forced straight back, so that she was bent

backwards over her own legs, bent at the knees. Fast Frankie was left

kneeling between her wide-spread knees. Knees she desperately wanted to

close, but her bonds were making that impossible.

“Wait! What are you doing? Don’t hurt me,” she cried. She felt Fast

Frankie’s hands on her bubblegum pink vulva. He caressed the sensitive lips

of the labia majora, and worked his way up to her clitoris. He tickled,

teased and massaged her pussy lips until her girl juices began to flow

again, and she was panting from the tingling emanating from that most

private place. “God, haven’t you already done enough to me?”

“Oh, no. Not nearly enough, sweet puss,” Fast Frankie said. “Not nearly

enough.”

The needle pierced the hood above her clit. Pain and sexual pleasure

ripped through her young, shapely body. Ms Crusaders gasped and bucked,

desperate to escape this most humiliating of ordeals. Then a silver ring

was threaded through that piercing.

Finally, as she lay there gasping and dazed by what had just happened to

her, Fast Frankie produced a bright red ball gag. Before she realized what

they were going to do, the ball gag was thrust into her mouth, spreading her

mouth painfully open. Then Fast Frankie buckled the strap behind her head.

“Hhhmmmmm!” she said into the ball gag as an orgasm suddenly erupted deep

in her belly. “Mmmmmmhhhhhhhh!”

“I’m finished,” Fast Frankie said with a look of satisfaction. “And I

think she enjoyed it even more than I did.”

With Ms Crusader bound up tightly, Lars started kissing and fondling her

tits. The others watched as he took his turn with the vanquished vigilante.

As he sucked and nibbled on her swollen, pierced nipples, his hands roamed

her body. She tried to struggle, to break free, or just to avoid his touch,

but was too tightly bound to do much good. Indeed, all she accomplished was

to give her captors a good show and arouse Lars even more. Finally, to her

dismay, his hands stopped on her shapely rump. He caressed and squeezed her

hiney almost worshipfully. She wasn’t surprised when he finally moved

behind her and started probing her asshole with his finger.

Holy shit, she thought as his finger penetrated her tight sphincter. Ms

Crusader clamped down on her asshole, determined to keep him out of at least

that orifice. So Lars wasn’t able to penetrate past his first knuckle.

“Whoa! Tight,” Lars crowed. “Talk about unexplored territory.”

When he couldn’t push any deeper, Lars pulled out and started fingering her

twat. She groaned miserably and started gyrating her hips, trying to avoid

his persistent touch. But the bank robber had the advantage, and soon had

her face down on the carpet, with her shapely ass sticking straight up.

Because of the manner of her bondage, that position forced her body to rock

up onto her knees, leaving her stiletto heeled feet pointing at the ceiling.

Of course, her most intimate places were beautifully exposed to

exploitation.

“I love to look at virgin pussy,” Lars said. “Oh, wait. Not virgin any

more.”

They all laughed.

Ms Crusader growled, but was helpless to do anything more. They had her

where they wanted her -- utterly helpless and tied up. It couldn’t have

been any worse if she was bent over a chair and tied to it.

The tingling infusing her body, and centered on her twat, intensified with

that realization.

Lars began probing her pussy with his finger. Caressing and tickling, he

quickly aroused her libido to new heights. Her face burned in shame as she

felt the tingling turn into an erotic heat, then wash throughout her trussed

up body. He roused her even quicker than Eddie and Chuck had in the back

seat. She wasn’t sure if that was due to already being royally fucked, or

because she was so sexily tied up. The feelings of helplessness were

arousing even as they were frightening.

Parting her pussy lips, Lars exposed her pink slit. He caressed the slit

back and forth, up and down, until she began pathetically bucking and

snorting through her nose. Her love juices were flowing freely, lubricating

his fingers nicely. Then he started rubbing circles around and atop her

clit, even as his well lubed fingers of the other hand traced a line from

cunt to sphincter. He lubed up her asshole and started probing again. This

time, her will power was less, and his finger wasn’t dry. His index finger

got to the second knuckle in the first thrust.

“Uuuhhhhnnnnnnmmmmm,” she groaned low in her throat, eyes squeezed shut.

It felt so good, so right, and so terribly wrong at the same time. The

desire to relax her sphincter and allow him easy access, to give her intense

pleasure, warred with the need to fight and keep him out. She needed to win

at least one battle.

Lars began pumping his finger in and out, driving a bit deeper with each

stroke. Her sphincter muscles spasmed and rippled around his finger, then

clamped down. They relaxed, then clamped down again. He’d never felt

anything like that before, and found himself increasingly excited. Soon,

though he was stroking with the full length of his finger, so thrust in his

first two fingers after that.

“Uuuummmmmmmm,” she groaned.

Suddenly, all resistance collapsed. Ms Crusader was snorting through her

nose in time with his two-finger strokes. Shortly, he noticed she was

rocking her hips in an attempt to press her sex against his fingers, to

intensify the experience. With that realization, he pulled out his fingers

and seized his rock hard cock.

“Time for an ass party, Ms Cock-lover,” Lars taunted as he pressed his

dickhead against her dripping twat.

Ms Crusader’s big brown eyes flew open. A moment of panic, then he pushed

forward. She froze as he pushed past her dripping pussy lips, then into her

vagina. She wasn’t expecting that, not after he was toying with her asshole

for so long. So she relaxed and sighed in relief as his cock pushed all the

way into her with one firm stroke. Then he pulled almost out, only to

thrust back in hard and demandingly. Again and again. She felt her libido

flame up even more, even as she felt his cock swell slightly.

He surprised her yet again, when he suddenly pulled completely out. She

felt the head of his cock rub up to her sphincter, and push. Ms Crusader

was caught unaware, and his cock head penetrated completely before she could

relax. She groaned miserably, intense pain bathing her body, all but

paralyzing her. She clamped down, groaned low, then relaxed. Then did it

again. Lars laughed, and thrust deeper, going another two inches. Her eyes

widened even more.

Ms Crusader gave one last heroic attempt to clamp down, and stop the abuse

of her asshole, but failed miserably. Her sphincter only gave a single

spasm, and then relaxed completely. Lars rammed it home.

“Hmmmmmnnnnnnhhhhhhh!”

“Oh yes!” Lars cried. “Work it, baby! Work it!”

Too much! Too much, she thought. Then the tingling changed into that mad

rush to climax. NO!

“Aaaaaaammmmmmmmmmgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Yeehaaa!” Lars cried with glee. “I made her cum!”

“Aaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh!” she cried into the ball gag again, as a second

climax scrambled her little world.

“Hot damn, the bitch really loves being butt fucked,” Chuck said, eyes

glittering lust.

“Aaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmgggggghhhhh!”

Before he finally came, Lars ripped eight climaxes out of Ms Crusader, each

a little bit more intense than the last. He pulled out, leaving her panting

and drenched in sweat, with a dazed look in her big brown eyes. Of course,

the others were so excited they all had to have a ride on the “Super Butt.”

So, it was near midnight before all the men were satiated and totally

spent.

“Damn, she turned into some cock hungry cunt really quick,” Lars said.

“Yeah, that gives me an idea,” Fast Frankie said. “Instead of shooting her

in the head and dumping her body beside the road like we planned, I think I

know a better use for Ms Fuck-n-ator here.”

With that, Ms Crusader was positioned over a steel ring set in the floor in

the corner. A short chain was stretched tautly between that ring and the

ring in her twat, binding her painfully in place. Then they attached long

chains to her nipple rings and attached the other ends to ceiling hooks.

They left her kneeling as before, but now with her cunt chained to the floor

and her overlarge tits pulled up and chained to the ceiling.

A few minutes later, Fast Frankie returned with a plastic shopping bag. He

quietly removed two dildo vibrators, and a package of batteries.

“Something to keep you occupied while we sleep,” he said, turning on the

first vibrator and pushing it up against her twat.

Ms Crusader’s eyes rolled up as her head fell back, silky brown hair

cascading down her sweaty back. Her whole body suddenly went taut, then an

enormous climax erupted. Even as she panted and trembled from the orgasm,

Fast Frankie pushed the ten inch vibrating dildo up her cunt, until she was

completely full of vibrating ecstasy. A moment later, the first vibrator’s

twin was turned on and shoved up her asshole.

“Sweet, erotic dreams, Ms Fuck-all-comers,” he said, snickering.

Ms Crusader was left like that, in the dark, all night.

The next morning took an eternity to arrive.

“Good Morning, Ms Crusader,” Chuck said cheerfully. “Sleep well? No?

What a shame.”

“Yeah, a shame,” Eddie said, snickering.

“Let’s get her cleaned up before the buyer gets here,” Fast Frankie said,

eyes full of mercenary greed as he looked upon her. Addressing her, he

said, “You should know that I’ve arranged your purchase by a madam. You are

in for a career change.”

Ms Crusader’s only outward reaction was to swallow hard and drop her eyes

submissively. They laughed and taunted the “mighty Super Heroine” and such.

But she gave no outward reactions.

“Totally tamed,” Fast Frankie said. “I knew we could do it.”

“And it was fun, too,” Eddie said. “Let’s do it again. I’d really, really

like to sink my teeth, and dick, into Justice Girl.”

The other men paused to consider that a long moment. Then they started

making crude remarks about the anatomy of the city’s other Super Heroines,

and what they wanted to do to each one in turn. Lofty plans, indeed.

Finally, they got back to business.

“Chuck, you and Eddie get her rinsed off,” Fast Frankie said.

“You got it, boss.”

They removed the chains on her nipples first, then the one on her twat.

She sighed in extreme relief when they removed the still vibrating dildos

next. Ms Crusader’s sweaty, orgasm racked body relaxed for the first time

in many hours.

Chuck and Eddie knelt to either side of Ms Crusader and began unfastening

her leather bindings. First they removed the cuffs off her wrists, then

removed the thigh and ankle cuffs. That done, they laid her down on her

back spread-eagle.

Ms Crusader laid there as they removed her boots and gloves, then her

choker. If felt sooo good, so Heavenly, to just lie down and relax. She

didn’t care what they did to her now, as long as she got a chance to relax.

Sleep would be better. She was so terribly tired, so sleepy.

Chuck, then Eddie, tried unsuccessfully to remove her mask, but only she

could do that. Of course, given enough time in captivity, the batteries

would run out and it would fall off. But she wasn’t going to give them the

satisfaction of unmasking her. Not that it would do them any good since she

wasn’t famous at all. Few Super Heroines were famous as their secret

identities.

Chuck and Eddie pulled Ms Crusader to her feet and took her to the

bathroom. They all but carried her. She could barely walk. And she didn’t

really want to walk, or cooperate in any way, shape or manner. Ms Crusader

understood that she was now a white slave, to be sold and whored off for the

fun and profit of evil men and women.

Of course, she thought, considering how great the sex was last night, I can

think of worse fates.

Ms Crusader was thrust into the shower and the cold water turned on. No

hot water at all. It hit her like a ton of bricks. Chuck and Eddie hooted

with glee as she cried out and fell to the ground, her face a mask of horror

and misery.

“Apparently she’s too HOT blooded to enjoy a cold shower,” Chuck said,

grabbing the showerhead and redirecting it straight at her massive tits.

Ms Crusader tried to squirm out of the way of the cold, brutal torrents,

but Chuck kept turning the showerhead to keep her drenched in the horrible

cold.

Suddenly, anger and rage overpowered bone weariness induced submissiveness.

Brown eyes flashing, Ms Crusader lashed out with her first instinct -- her

Power over water. Ms Crusader reached out, seized the water and turned it

into rock hard missiles. Chuck was hit first in the groin, then the head,

chest, knees and head twice more. The would-be white slaver froze in place,

then dropped to his knees. Then he fell face first into the shower.

My Power’s returned! she thought excitedly.

Before Chuck’s unconscious body hit the floor, Ms Crusader was on her feet.

Eddie had his mouth open to call the alarm. She shot a stream of cold

water into his mouth, then turned it rock hard, effectively gagging him.

Ripping off her own ball gag, she snarled, “Not a pleasant feeling, is it?”

She seized more water with her Power, using it to grab Eddie’s wrist and

pull them behind his back. Then he too was pulled into the shower as she

stepped past him. Finally she released all the water holding him, and

promptly kicked him in the groin, then kneed him in the face. Eddie

collapsed atop Chuck.

Ms Crusader paused to massage and work the kinks out of her jaw and limbs.

After stretching the worst kinks out, she marched out of the bathroom. A

great mass off water followed her, drawn by her Power. The next person she

encountered was Lars.

“Hello, Mr. Butt-fucker,” she said. Once again, her first kick went

straight into his unprotected crotch. “Ouch, bet that hurt almost as much

as being butt-fucked.”

She kicked him in the groin again, and left him puking and helpless.

“Die, bitch!” Fast Frankie cried, leveling a .44 Magnum at her chest.

In an instant, a shield of hardened water formed between them. He cracked

off five shots in quick succession. The next four pulls of the trigger only

brought forth clicks. Empty.

She summoned up a dozen blunt spears of rock hard water, and “threw” then

at Fast Frankie. He failed to live up to his nickname, and proved too slow

to avoid even one of the brutal attacks. Fast Frankie was quickly hammered

to the floor, unconscious.

Then using her Power, Ms Crusader cocooned each of the evil men and floated

them into the living room, to be laid out side by side while they waited for

the police. That done, she went to the shower and took a proper HOT shower.

She cleaned and dried her costume, and only called the police AFTER she

was fully dressed and presentable.

Using her mask, Ms Crusader notified the police that she’d captured the

previous day’s bank robbers and gave them the address to come and pick them

up. Of course, as expected, the press was monitoring the police bands and

almost got there before the police. Then after turning the bank robbers

over, she walked out to her very first press conference as a Super Heroine.

“Ms Crusader! Ms Crusader!” they all cried, desperate to be the first to

interview Ocean City’s newest Super Heroine.

Flashing her biggest, brightest smile, Ms Crusader started fielding

questions, much like the mayor or governor during a press conference. It

lasted the better part of an hour, during which she conveniently “forgot” to

mention all the bad things that happened.

Her smile was radiant as the press conference started to wind down. Ms

Crusader was filled with pride and pleasure witnessing the adoration of the

press. Then she got the last question, “Ms Crusader, can you tell us why

you decided to put on the mask and costume, and put your life on the line by

becoming a Super Heroine?”

Ms Crusader stopped, pursed her full lips in thought a long moment, then

smiled mischievously, saying, “It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”

THE END