FLAGELANTE- Stars and stripes

Part 2- E.N.Cuire

A product of my own vivid and perverse imagination. As in most of my writings, any resemblance between people living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains all manner of sex and, should you be weak of heart or dislike such writings, you should not read this story.

Music to Flag's ears. She was being touted as a Heroine. Her elders would be so pleased.

Then she realised that she was not well off with the accolades right now. She would rather

go back to her leather outfit and place her 'mo-ney' in the bank. She turned and rushed for the Womens room where the guards would fail to follow, got out of her costume and into the civilian one with extreme dispatch, even remembering to remove the mask she'd worn.

She came out of the restroom to face two guards and a Bank Manager.

"Where did the other one... The other Woman go?"

Flag went into acting mode. "The one in the black catsuit? She went out the window..."

That seemed to worry them further. "Robbers must of cut the alarms... Check it out... You, Missy, come with me..." That from the Manager who was having a tough time keeping his eyes out of Flag's cleavage. Flag was led back out and into the Bank which was crawling with cops questioning every person there. She was allowed, however, to open her account.

Flag was so excited the following day when she found herself on the front page of the local newspaper. Well. Almost.

The Police Sketch Artist had put together a sketch based on what the witnesses had told her and the result was an eight foot Woman covered in black leather and with platinum tresses that reached her very abundant ass in length. They had the color of the boots and gloves correct but the mask was a domino and totally unlike the one Flag actually had worn. The boots were drawn with eight inch platforms that gave the sketch heels of a full fourteen inches. They also insisted that her bodice was low cut, revealing a massive cleavage to all and that one could see the outline of an abundant pussy through the rubberised material.

"I'm surprised they dared print that on the front page... That picture should be ex rated..." Went Dan, reading the report over her shoulder in the diner. "That broad would kill any one in bed..."

"She didn't really look like that..." Went Flag without thinking. "This picture shows her as a tough bitch..."

"She must a' been a tough bitch if she took all those bullets and laughed..."

"She was much prettier..." Avowed Flag of herself. "She... Ah... Rushed past me in the womens room... I saw her..."

"Should a' said something, Babe... Why didn't you?"

"They never asked... I had to open a bank account..."

"So, this Babe saved your money, huh?"

"You might say that..." Said Flag who went back to the editorial that seemed to refer to herself as more of a Robotic Tank of some kind.

Flag dressed in her crime fighting outfit that night, having perused the crime pages in the local rag. She deduced that the hive of criminal activity was worst down near the docks so that was where she would go. Not unusual for this area, the skies had opened up again in that rain known as deluge but Flag was well cocooned in her chosen attire and, being from a Planet where rain was unheard of, enjoyed her foray, splashing along in her thigh high boots. She had memorized a map of the area and, with a sense of direction that was without error, made her way to where she wanted to start out.

The area was a hive of activity this night. Drug deals going down in the open, prostitution and the fencing of stolen property. Flag, of course, had no intention of picking on the hookers, after all, hadn't she done what they were doing? They were trying to make a legitimate living in a place where the Man still ruled. Or so Flag thought. She strolled on as some of the hookers even tried to attract her for a few minutes or half hour of fun.

The car looked familiar. So did the license plate. She had seen it before and here it was, in full view. It was the one she'd seen outside the bank the previous day. Adding to the picture were the occupants who had been in the Bank and were the ones who had sought to get the money. Flag paused, wondering how to go about their capture and that pause saw the gang go into high gear as the guts came out of the car swiftly and surrounded a Jaguar sedan.

Holding weaposs on the driver, they commanded him from his vehicle and then jumped in, taking off down the street. A perfect carjacking. The girl from the previous night drove their car in persuit and Flagellante took off on high heeled boots, swiftly moving at over forty miles per hour along the middle of the street and narrowly being missed by a driver who'd swerved to avoid the two speeding cars.

The persuit left the City limits and was soon speeding down Country roads, the spray thrown up by the cars leading creating a screen so none of the criminals were aware of being chased by the improbable Woman in the more improbable costume. Flag wasn't even breathing hard when the cars turned into a driveway on a huge Estate and gates slammed shut right behind them. Flag paused to reflect the next move she must make and it never entered her mind to simply call the Police and tell them where the car had been taken.

"What would Blunder Broad do in such a situation? What about that Galaxeena? She's an Alien like me..."

Having decided, Flag started circling the Estate best as she could. She noticed that on the side closest to the Road, there was a high stone wall topped with razor wire that looketo be electrified. And there were some kind of electronic sensors, sure to be hooked into an alarm system. Flag had no idea how to defeat an alarm system although it was without doubt, puny compared with the technology on her own Planet. Circling around the back end of the Estate, Flag noted that the fence was now chain link, held up by metal posts about three inches thick and topped with brass balls that looked closer to four inches in diameter.

Flag had to duck down three times, having heard motion from inside the Estate and saw several black rubber coated guards with large weapons accompanied by those things with four legs that had given her such pleasure. These things, 'dogs', she believed, appeared quite vicious and barked with apparent anger. The fourth time she made a bid for a hiding place, she slipped and slid down into deep, dank water which filled her boots, gloves and costume. Flag was not about to let something little like that stand in her way.

Finding an area of little movement, Flag decided on climbing the fence after noting that a rat had just brushed through it. "It must not be electrified right here... A flaw in their plans... Criminals, as Blunder Broad says, can overlook the small details..."

Her booted toes found purchase between the links and she made short work of climbing upward, to a height of some eighteen feet when the mud she'd been in combined with the water of the rain and caused a boot toe to slip. Flag flailed valiantly but a top heavy Superbroad was not going to emulate Ravens and take flight. She plunged downward, each leg on each side of the fence onto one of those balls made of brass which, in turn, made

a mockery of the zipper that ran between her legs. She plunged downward, impaled to a depth of some ten painful, unprepared inches that stretched her to her limits.

"Ungh-h-h-h-h-h" She went. "How do I get off of THIS?"

That answer was not to be long in coming. She was suddenly shaking in a charge called 'electric' as power was restored to the fence. She as being sizzled, fried and broiled from the inside. A sexy mouee pouted on her beautiful visage and her nostrils flared and her gloved hands took on lives of their own, coming up and grasping her now swelling breasts and engorging nipples. In dire distress, she was doing the only thing she could. She was cuming in the first of many orgasms and then cuming again and again.

The water inside her boots, gloves and costume was grounding her to the pole and there was nothing she could do as she dropped another couple of inches onto her 'lover' and, slick with her own juices by now, dropped a little further. She was more than exhausted when blissfully, the power went off again. Obviously intermittant in an effort to conserve energy and possibly, money too. She slumped forward while her hands still played clothes pin with her nipples. She had no idea that the alarms had been set off in the big House and a whole bunch of henchtypes were on their way to whence came the alarm.

"I dont see no one..." Went the first voice Flag had heard in quite a while.

"Must a' been a deer or muskrat..." Went another, none of who looked upward to see the ebonclad, yellow booted and gloved steaming effigy of an overblown Female atop the fence. Until the power came on again in a burst.

"GA-A-A-A-Aphhhhh!!!" Went Flag as she was again superfried. This time, she flew upward and off her impaler, spewing Femoil in an oily stream like a rocket trail behind her. Directly at a five hundred year old oak tree. The oak tree did not move but Flag's noggin was buried neck deep in the ancient wood while limbs flailed uselessly and boobs bobbled with no place to go.

"Gitta look a that. " Went one of their number. "Whatta cunt!!!"

A Walkie-talkie crackled into life. "Wotcha find out dere? Anyting?"

"Dealin' witt it Boss... Gotta do some subduing... Prisoner in an hour..." Replied the one who seemed to be the leader of these men. To his men he went on. "Fusst, we get us a pieced o' this ass..." He lunged toward Flag and was suddenly dancing what's known as a St. Vitus before his eyes bulged and he keeled over.

"She done kilt 'im..." Went Vito Carogna, too stupid to know that you dont touch an electric shock victim until the shock's had a chance to dissapate. Lead filled saps filled large peasant hands before vieing consigned to whichever part of Flag's anatomy that could be reached. That sent the mass of rubbery flesh to quivering in agony, which quivering managed to dislodge the trapped noggin so Flag dropped to the wet, stony ground.

"Foist dibs at 'er cunt..." Went Dino who launched himself atop the downed heroine. He quickly freed his cock and plunged deep into a well that wrapped juicilly around his member. The cute oval of surprise on the beautiful visage brought Fredo to erection and deep into that orifice, neither rapist caring a damn for the feelings of the rapee.

The next hour was one Flag would not wish to document. They alternated between raping her three openings and seeing how bloody they could make her look. (Very, it turned out but she healed with extreme speed.) They also took off their belts to see how tight they could tie her upper structure and had her breasts looking like six boobs in no time flat.

Now, they saw to it that her limbs were lashed behind her on what is known as a hogs tie.

That's when they started dragging her toward the House and decided to take a well earned respite. The girl, they were sure, would not go anywhere.

Flag was overly uncomfortable and struggled, not so much to free her bountious self, as to remove her ample rear from the sharp rocks biting into it from undernieth. She was still struggling when something made connection with her gaping pussy . Something cold and wet. Just before something warm and wet slithered deep between her folds. "Oh, no.

A dog again..."

She prepared to issue a vocal protest but her voice was cut off as another wet, warm tongue slid into her gaping mouth. Tonsil deep. And gasped as she was again impaled on grissle that had her in a grip she truely enjoyed. Before she gasped again as another member slid between her lips and down her throat.

It proved to be a full two hours before the henchmen returned, a full two hours during which Flag was kept warm and cuming by the eighteen guard dogs roaming the property and who seemed to have a pecking order in which one got to mount which opening and when. At the approach of the henchmen the dogs laid claim on the almost comatose Female by lifting each one of their hind legs and doing what dogs do best. Well, perhaps second best in Flag's case. She could not orgasm under the pungeant streams that caused such laughter from the henchmen.

She had a big grin on her visage as she was dragged by booted legs to the big House.

She was dragged in front of Don Tonino Faciastronzo who wrinkled his nose at the orfactory insult before pointing toward the fountain in the middle of the large foyer.

"Latizia. Lauretta... Wash... Now!"

Latizia and Lauretta were daughters of a Milan business man who'd fallen on hard times and made the mistake on going to Faciastronzo for a large loan and, having failed to repay it, indentured his daughters into slavery to Faciastronzo. Both had learned to enjoy all the kinks of the household and to take and enjoy all manner of punishment and bondage. Both had also learned to lean on any gal they were allowed to toy with. Both were Blond with the nordic colors of their Mother but both had been dressed by Sealwear or some similar fetish clothing designer.

White latex micro Nurses outfits fit tightly around World class butts and boobs, whoeing every nook and glorious cranny while their arms were shiethed in the reddest of rubber, up to their shoulders. Red rubber crotch high boots swam up long limbs, obviously from some manufacturer who owed Faciastronzo. And owed. They had heels of a full six inches but not quite stilletto. Both grabbed the Alien Heroine and threw her into the huge fountain. The centerpiece for the whole entry hall. She came up spluttering as the twins climbed in with her and tugged her to booted feet. Weakly, Flag lifted a gloved hand to indicate she could do for herself.

TWOP-P-P-P. THUCK-K-K-K...

Two rubber gloved fists went almost elbow deep in mammflesh before two more went deep into Flag's kidneys. Before a bar of soap was ensconced in one of Flag's holes. The upper one. The other ones, the lower ones, were already coming under attack from the caustic soap made of lye which were already being forced into those lower wells. With gloved hands around the soap bars.

Flag grunted. She was still too weak to spit the caustic lye soap bar from her mouth, although that was starting to foam by now and too weak to protest as the twins seemed to have grown hands like octapi that were pulling and tweaking on nipples engorging from the onslaught. Tonino gaffawed loudly.

"We got us a slut here, boyzzz... This one's about to cum and likes gurlzzz..."

"Likes doggies, too, Boss..." Went one of the henchmen who'd witnessed how Flag just came along for the ride as she was ridden time and again by the guard dogs. "Seems to like cock, too..."

"Hey... I know that cunt..." Came a Female voice and all the guys turned to see Valentina, known to most as Val. The girl Flag had foiled in the robbery attempt and the gal who'd carjacked the Jag. "She's the cunt from the Bank... Oh, boy do I want a piece o' this one..."

"Din't know you dug the chicks..." Went Paolo, one of the made men. "Never thought you'd go that way..."

Val turned quickly and floored Paolo with an upper cut. "I'm not a lizzie, ya hear? I just want a piece o' this 'un... Some get back for foiling my plans..."

"Tell you what, Val... You get to set her up for a show tonight and get first blood..."

Said Don Tonino affably, amused at the ease with which Val had flattened one of his men.

He turned to the Twins who were playing Flag like a harp. "See to it Val gets everything she needs..."

Flag was left to the devices of the twins as Tonino bade his men get ready for the evening's festivities. Tonino left and went upstairs to change while Val did the same, coming back down clad in red latex with black knee high boots and long black gloves. She smiled when she saw that the twins had things well in hand and Flagelante was well bound, her arms severly pulled behind her back and joined together by a single black rubber armbinder so each torpedo of her mighty chest were forced outward and into hands that had nipples at huge erection while other hands used humungous instruments in accomodating wells. Val heard cars outside and knew the guests were arriving.

"Why dont you ensonce her on the statue of Jonathan there..." Suggested Val. "Then you guys can go and get changed, too..."

The twins looked at each other and smiled a secret smile. They had not understood everything Val had said, not yet being sufficiently fluent in English but the import of the suggestion sank in. The statue of Jonathan had a member that must have been sixteen inches long and had a stream of water shooting from it. They lifted Flag aloft and, seperating her long booted legs, s-l-o-w-l-y drove her pert rear cavern downward.

Flag's eyes widened as she was filled. Make that overfilled with a stone cock as thick as one of her muscular calfs. Her sexy mouth formed an 'O' of surprise as she started receiving an enema for the first time in her life. Cold, almost freezing water driving deep intop her bowels and trying valiantly to escape even while it expanded her lower intestines, gushing out in spurts between her legs and forcing her into a vibration up and down on itself.

"Magnifico... Che imaginazione..." Came Tonino's loud voice. "Avete fatto bene, ragazzine..." (Magnificent.What an imagination... You've done well, girls...) He then turned and greeted his guests, showing off the evening's entertainment jouncing up and down and obviously in the throes of orgasm.

While cocktails were served and consumed, only passing attention was paid to Flag who continued her orgasming right along. Perchance these people were used to seeing a Superheroine in throes of constant orgasm. Flag did notice a couple of the 'companions' to the Family members who looked at her with a glace of pity while others looked at her in pure lust before moving on. Flag was bone tired when finally taken off her perch when dinner was called and all were bade to the dining room.

"Oh, my..." Went Flag when she saw the size and oppulence of the 'dining room'. "Crime must pay very, very well..."

The so-called 'dining room' was the size of a small Aircraft hanger but the resemblance stopped there. Huge fires roared in hearths at both ends and tables faced what looked to be a stage of sorts. "Oh, goodie... Some entertainment..."

Then Flag found out who was to be the floor show. She was too tired to struggle much as she was led to the stage and up on it. Four of the huge guards raised her gloved hands high so they could be bound well above her head and she found herself pulled upward toward a beam above, her boot heels now some six inches above the floor.

Flag was about to make a reaquaintance with Val now. Val steeped to the stage looking quite unlike her former self. She no longer looked dowdy in run down heeled boots and threadbare levis but was resplendant in red leather from head to shining black patent knee high boots. Her hair had been curled and she was wearing makeup showing off how good looking her features really were.

"What we have here, dear guests and Family, is one of those sluts who call themselves Superheroines... I'm sure all of you have encountered their types and you've all lost valuable men and time to them... Tonight is payback and we will show you how to defeat one of these bitches and use her to your own pleasures... "

"Now. Most always, we resort to beating one of these sluts until we tire... I will demonstrate..." Val bade six of the burliest bodyguards up on the stage. She made sure each was stripped to the waist, left with their grey leather pants tucked into knee high rubber riding boots and thick leather gauntlets and now gave two of them a pair of brass knuckle dusters each. A second duo received those Asian sticks joined together by chains and called Num-chuks while the remaining duo received shining chains of some eighteen inches length, each link about an inch and a half in length and thick.

The six took turns, two by two. Fists lashed out, going wrist deep into mammflesh in a tattoo that would have seriously maimed a mere Mortal. If not killed her.

Knees were brought up jarringly between Flag's legs, threatening to drive her labia deep inside herself before more fists were thrown, thudding deep in her unprotected tummy. Flag grunted at each applied blow and tried valiantly to bring her legs up to protect herself. The guys with the chains made sure she could not. Using them like whips, they slammed them time and time again around booted calfs while toe duo with the numchuks showed off martial arts training by beating her face and skull over and over.

The audience was loving it. Several of the young hookers were down on their knees taking care of their partners' massive hardons while more bounced on partners' laps with sloppy sounds. Flag? She did the only thing she could. She orgasmed and orgasmed again.

Salad dishes were removed from the table and platters of rare roast beef placed before the guests. Flag had to admit she felt like the rare meat looked as her beating continued. And continued some more even though few were paying attention to the beating by now. They were now brought back to eying the Stage.

"As you can see..." Val spoke in her radio mocrophone. "A beating has done little to this stupid cow of a crimefighter... And it never will. Now I will show you how these stupid, supercilious cunts can be defeated..."

End. Part 2