A car pulled up in front of the brothel. She was bundled into the back seat between two of the men she had fought. The driver gunned the engine and the large automobile careened through the streets. Suzi was able to make out that the vehicle was headed in the direction of Boss Crunch’s headquarters. Within a short time – too short for Suzi’s liking – they were there. Crunch had his headquarters in an old warehouse, so the car did not stop outside, but drove right into the building through a large folding door.

Once inside, Suzi was picked up and carried out of the garage and up several flights of stairs. Apparently Crunch lived near the top floor of the building. Four flights up they stopped in front of a steel door. One of the men knocked three times and a small viewport opened in the center of the door. After a couple of seconds the viewport was slammed shut and the door was opened.

Suzi was carried into a brightly-lit, well-furnished room. Sitting in a comfortable leather chair behind a huge oak desk was Boss Crunch. He rose as Suzi was brought in.

"Well, one down, one to go," Crunch gloated. Unable to reply, Suzi studied the crime lord. He was a huge bullet-headed man. Completely bald, he sported thick bushy eyebrows, which gave him a menacing appearance.

"Put her on the desk," Crunch ordered.

Unceremoniously, Suzi’s bound body was stretched out on the desk. Humiliated by her helplessness, she tried to curl her knees into her body, but one of Crunch’s henchmen grabbed her ankles and forced her to stretch out the full length of the desk.

Crunch’s eyes swept over the prostrate form of the helpless heroine. Suzi’s skintight costume hid very little of her charms. Where the thin silk covered her breasts, her nipples could be clearly seen. Crunch licked his lips. "Let’s see what she looks like," he said, slipping his fingers under her cowl. Placing his hand on her collarbone, he pulled the cowl from her head, revealing Suzi’s gorgeous face.

"Christ," swore Crunch, "she’s only a girl, but what a girl! I think I’m going to have this one all to myself for awhile. I want you all to leave."

"Awe boss," protested one of Crunch’s goons, "we’d like to share in the fun."

Crunch’s eyes narrowed. "I said get out!"

Without further protest Crunch’s men left the room. They knew that look. No one argued with Boss Crunch when his mind was made up.

Suzi spat out the gag. The handkerchief had come loose when her cowl had been removed.

"Now that you can talk perhaps you would like to answer some questions," said Crunch approaching the desk again. "How did a pretty young thing like you get mixed up in trying to make my life miserable? You’re not even old enough to be out after dark, much less go up against me."

"I’m old enough to know scum when I see it," retorted the eighteen-year-old heroine, sounding more confident than she felt. She knew that she was in deadly danger, and she had seen what Crunch had done to Lin.

"You’ve got spirit, I must say, but I will fix that. Exactly how old are you?"

Suzi did not reply, but she was feeling less confident. Crunch had slid his arms under her back and knees and had lifted her from the desk.

"Let me guess," said Crunch. "Eighteen? No, more like sixteen or seventeen. Still, you are a big girl." He hefted Suzi in his arms, marveling at her weight. She was a damned solid female.

Crunch carried Suzi across the room to a door on the far side. Without bothering to put her down he manipulated the knob and opened the door. Suzi swallowed hard. They were in Crunch’s bedroom.

Crunch deposited the beautiful heroine face up on his bed. He stood back and admired his prize. Suzi’s long golden blonde hair tumbled out across the pillow framing an exquisitely beautiful face. Long, arching, golden eyebrows framed eyes of the brightest blue. Her nose was perfect and straight, set between high cheekbones. Her bow-shaped lips looked were so full that they looked as if they had been stung by bees. She was in every way a perfect specimen of budding womanhood.

Her body was equally fabulous, her skin-tight silk costume hiding almost nothing. Large globular breasts thrust out from her chest, accentuated by the fact that her hands were bound behind her. The thin material of her costume could not disguise her prominent nipples, which almost seemed to be in a state of arousal. Crunch wondered if the young woman found being in his power sexually stimulating. He had known woman who were turned on by bondage.

His eyes flowed down over the rest of her body taking in her strong ribcage, tiny waist, flaring hips, and endlessly long legs. He decided to do something he had never done before.

"I would like to make a deal with you. If you give yourself willingly to me I will treat you gently and then let you go with a promise not to compete with me again. If you refuse this generous offer, I will take you anyway and then let my men treat you like a common whore. I will give you five minutes to decide. Remember that you are completely within my power. I can do anything I want to you and would enjoy doing it. This is a one time only proposition."

With that, Crunch turned on his heel and left the room. Suzi struggled to loosen her bonds as soon as the door closed. The ropes were very tight, but given enough time she would be able to work free of them. The problem was that she would only have five minutes. She was sure that Crunch was timing her even now. Never for even a second did the thought enter her mind to accede to Crunch’s proposal. Not only was the man brutal beyond measure and untrustworthy to boot, but her sense of honor forbade her making such a deal. She was not a woman who could voluntarily give up her virtue merely to save herself. There had to be something more than that at stake. She would die rather than prostitute herself to a scumbag like Crunch.

The door opened and Crunch reentered the room. He knew the answer before he even asked the question. Suzi glared determinedly at him from where she lay helpless on the bed. Crunch asked the question anyway. "Your five minutes is up. What is your answer?"

"I would never willingly consent to have relations with a pathetic coward such as you. The only way you can have a woman is to force yourself on her. I would rather die than give in to you."

"Your death can be arranged," replied Crunch. "You have made a poor decision, but it is your choice and I hope that you reflect on it often during the next few days."

By this time Crunch was bending over the helpless heroine. "It is time to get down to business," he said as he pulled Suzi toward the edge of the bed.

Crunch turned her over on her stomach. Although her wrists were still tied, he snapped a manacle on her right wrist. Suzi wondered about this, and then she felt her wrists being untied. As her wrists came free Crunch held onto her left wrist so that she could not move it. Her right wrist was cuffed to the bed and she could not move it more than a few inches. Still holding her wrist, she felt Crunch’s fingers fumbling with the zipper at the neck of her costume. With a series of tugs he unzipped the back of her costume down to where it ended at her derriere. Then he peeled the costume off her left shoulder and down her free arm. Suzi wondered why Crunch was being so careful. It was almost as if he was trying to avoid damaging the outfit.

Having exposed her left side, Crunch then snapped a manacle on her left wrist. He then removed the shackle from her right wrist and repeated the process. Suzi’s was now naked to the waist. Crunch handcuffed Suzi’s right wrist again and then adjusted the shackles so that her arms were pulled toward the top corners of the bed. He then stepped back to survey his handiwork.

Suzi lay on the bed in the shape of a "Y"; her legs bound together at the ankles and her arms chained to the top two corners of the bed. Beneath her naked torso, the rounded contours of her large breasts bulged out to either side of her rib cage.

Crunch grunted in satisfaction. "Time for step two."

He untied Suzi’s ankles and pulled off her boots. Then gripping the cuffs of her costume, he pulled the remainder of it from her body. Her only remaining garment was a pair of tiny pink panties. These quickly followed the rest of the costume, leaving her completely nude.

Suzi tired to control her breathing. Her heart was beating like a triphammer. There was no knowing what Crunch was up to, but she knew that rape was the very least that she could expect.

Crunch attached manacles to each ankle and stretched each leg towards the bottom corners of the bed so that now her body resembled an "X." Then he sat on the bed next to her and began to run his hands over her flawless skin.

Outwardly, Suzi showed no emotion, but inwardly, she cringed at his touch. The experience was truly horrible, and it was only just beginning. Crunch seemed to be in no hurry as he explored every inch of her anatomy.

"What skin," Crunch ejaculated, "it’s like velvet. I haven’t felt skin like that since I screwed your Chinese friend."

Inwardly Suzi raged at Crunch’s gloating reference to his rape of the Jade Dragon, but now she was in the same predicament and could do nothing about it.

Crunch’s hands slid down Suzi’s back, under her armpits and over the prominent swell of her breasts. Sliding his hands beneath her he massaged her magnificent mammaries.

"My God, you’ve got a great set of tits," he exclaimed as he fondled her perfect breasts.

Giving her breasts a final squeeze, he ran his hands down to her tiny waist and then up over her flaring hips to her delightfully rounded derriere. "What a wonderful tight little ass!" he said, giving her perfect cheeks a squeeze. Then he slipped his hand between her splayed legs and cupped her mound of Venus. He gently rubbed her womanly hillock. "God, I’m going to enjoy exploring that," he jibed.

Crunch made numerous other comments, but Suzi tried to screen out the mindless chatter. He was really talking only to frighten her and she tried not to listen.

After an hour or so Crunch tired of pawing her helpless body. He stood up, looming over her. "Now it’s time for a little payback. You’ve cost me a lot of time and money and I intend to get even."

He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to turn her head. Suzi found herself looking at a bamboo cane that Crunch was brandishing in front of her face.

"Lesson one, a little pain for the pain you’ve caused me."

Stepping back to give himself room, Crunch swung his arm back and then brought the cane down hard on her shapely buttocks. Forewarned, Suzi steeled herself against the pain, but even she was shocked by how much it hurt.

In the room outside Crunch’s suite the sound of the blow was clearly audible to the men assembled in the room. One the thugs laughed: "Looks like Crunch is giving our heroine a little lesson in why he is called the Boss." The rest of the men joined in with a chorus of chuckles. Crunch had chosen his sidekicks well.

Inside Crunch’s bedroom, Crunch delivered his second blow.

Crack! The bamboo cane struck Suzi’s taut buttocks with tremendous force. A muffled cry escaped her lips. It was obvious that she was suffering greatly, but fighting to hold back any display of pain.

Crack! The third blow of the cane made actually Suzi jump. Smarting with pain, she tried to bring her hands down to protect her backside, but the manacles holding her arms could not be budged. All she succeeded in doing was raising her torso slightly off the bed.

Crack! The cane came down across an already existing welt. Suzi bit her lower lip so hard that her teeth broke the skin. Again she gave an involuntary jump. Sooner or later, she knew, she would not be able to stop herself from screaming. Crunch would probably keep on beating her until she gave in.

Crack! She held out through the fifth blow. Outside Crunch’s henchmen exchanged glances. They knew that the beating the heroine was receiving was fearful, yet there were no screams or cries for mercy. "Tough broad," one of the men muttered.

Crack! By now Suzi’s body was convulsing involuntarily at each blow. She could no longer control her body’s spasmodic but futile attempts to move away from the painful assault.

Crack! "Ugh!" Suzi could no longer disguise her agony. He beautiful lips were pulled back from her teeth a grimace that clearly showed the pain she was in. And now, she grunted in anguish after each blow.

Crack! "AAHH!" That was the sound Crunch had been waiting for.

"Finally, I’ve got you, you bitch!" Crunch exulted.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crunch flailed at her bruised backside with a flurry of blows, seemingly carried away by his success.

"AAHHH! OHH! AAGGHH!! AAAHHHA! OOOAAHH! Suzi responded. She no longer cared how she sounded. She only wanted the beating to stop.

But Crunch was finished. He had accomplished what he wanted, to hear his victim cry out in absolute agony. Now he was ready for a more intimate humiliation of the helpless heroine.

Suzi lay on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. She had tried so hard to resist, and it had taken Crunch so little time to break her down. The pain in her buttocks was incredible. She hardly noticed when Crunch unchained her ankles and began to retie her.

Crunch bent Suzi’s right knee so that her heel was forced up against her swollen buttocks and then lashed it in place. He repeated the process with her left leg, leaving her calves tucked tightly up against her thighs.

Having finished with her legs, Crunch removed the manacles from her wrists and pulled her arms to the center of her back. Taking a second piece of cord, he tied her wrists together. By now the sobbing heroine was aware of the fact that Crunch had rearranged her. With an effort of will, Suzi quieted herself down. She realized belatedly that she had missed a possible opportunity to escape. She had allowed her pain to rule her actions and had been unable to take advantage of a momentary lapse in Crunch’s vigilance. Now, as she tugged futilely against her bonds, she realized that she was too late.

"Time for lesson two, heroine," said Crunch sarcastically. Seizing Suzi by her shoulders, he pulled her into a kneeling position on the bed and turned her toward him. For the first time Crunch gazed on the front of her naked body. Even in her pain, Suzi could feel the intensity of Crunch’s stare. "Exquisite," muttered Crunch as he took in her bounteous breasts. He shook his head. "You will be sorry that you did not give in to me."

Suzi returned him a look of pure hatred. Unlike the Jade Dragon she could not disguise her emotions. She showed what she felt. "Still a little fire in your gut I see," said Crunch. "Good, you’ll need it to survive the next few hours."

Crunch unbuckled his belt and slipped off his suspenders. Then with an expression of ruthless disdain on his face, he unbuttoned his shirt. Slowly as if to taunt her, Crunch undressed in front of the helpless female. One by one his articles of clothing were tossed aside, until finally he wore only his shorts. Then with tantalizing slowness, he pulled his drawers past his fully erect penis.

Suzi stifled a gasp. She had not imagined that the male organ could be so big. It was huge. How could such an enormous object fit inside her? Yet, she knew that was what Crunch intended, and soon.

Crunch approached her. "No!" Suzi breathed. Her voice hardly made a sound, but Crunch picked it up.

"Oh yes," he said. He stroked his penis. "And with enough time you will come to enjoy this."

Suzi swallowed hard again. She had recovered most of her composure. She knew that heroines were not supposed to quail in the face of such terror and she was determined to uphold that value for as long as she could. Her backside still pained her greatly, but she could bear the pain now. She had to face up to this new threat to her honor.

Crunch was now kneeling on the bed before her. Suzi recoiled at his touch as he reached for her, but she was unable to do more than arch her body away from him. Crunch placed one of his large hands on each of Suzi’s shoulders, steadying her and pulling her closer to him.

Crunch was a large man in more ways than one. Tall as she was, Crunch towered over her. Sliding one hand to the small of her back, he pulled her unwilling body close to him. Suzi began to take deep slow breaths as she felt Crunch’s large phallus against her abdomen. She was in the middle of a new nightmare, and it was only just beginning.

Crunch drew the struggling teenager to him. He delighted in her feeble attempts to resist his advances as he pulled her large, soft breasts against his broad chest. What part of her should he enjoy first? He licked his lips as he gazed at her luscious full lips. He bent his head forcing his mouth against hers. At the same time, he cupped her left breast and gave it a warning squeeze. Suzi felt the power in that grip and knew she was being told not to bite or do anything foolish.

She tried to turn her head away, but Crunch used his free arm to seize her silken hair and yanked her head back. Involuntarily Suzi’s mouth opened and Crunch covered it with his, thrusting his tongue as far into her open mouth as it would go. Suzi almost gagged as Crunch’s tongue probed the back of her throat. For a few seconds she considered biting down. But what if she did? She was bound hand and foot. She could not get away, and when he recovered Crunch was sure to kill her in the most painful way possible. And so she submitted to the humiliation of letting Crunch freely explore her mouth, probing every inch with his tongue. He finished by sucking on her lower lip, holding onto it with his teeth. He gave it a little nip as he released it, biting hard enough to draw blood.

Suzi gave no sign that she had been hurt. She had expected such treatment and endured the slight hurt without any response.

"You have a delicious mouth," he said. "Let’s see if it has any other uses. Still holding on to her hair, he forced her mouth down toward his erect penis.

"Oh no!" thought Suzi. "Not that!"

"I think I need a little tongue bath. Let’s see what you can do," Crunch jeered pushing her face onto his enlarged phallus.

"OOOMPPH!" came Suzi’s muffled response. Her mouth was barely large enough to fit over Crunch’s huge organ. Now holding her head with both hands, Crunch held the struggling heroine’s mouth in place. With slow movements of his hips, Crunch began to thrust in and out of Suzi’s hot mouth, ramming his massive member right to the back of her throat.

"MMM, MMMPPPHHH!" Suzi protested, but there was nothing she could do to stop Crunch from raping her mouth. This was something that had never occurred to her. She had expected Crunch to rape and torture her, but oral sex was beyond Suzi’s limited knowledge. It was not something that was widely known among girls of her generation.

By now Crunch had forced Suzi into a prone position on the bed with her head held erect at an unnatural angle to her body so that his massive member could be slid easily in and out of her open mouth. She found the entire experience to be completely disgusting, but was unable to stop Crunch from thrusting the full length his organ into the farthest recesses of her mouth. Only by swallowing constantly could Suzi keep herself from gagging. In so doing, she consumed a considerable amount of Crunch’s ejaculant, as he slowly reached orgasm.

"You’re damned good at this for a beginner, Crunch taunted. "In a few days you’ll to sucking me off like a pro."

Her mouth still stuffed with Crunch’s cock; Suzi was unable to do more than grunt a reply. She was still too busy swallowing. Crunch kept his flaccid penis in Suzi’s mouth, forcing her to swallow all of his sperm. Only when his erection had completely died, did he withdraw from her dripping mouth.

Suzi lay on the bed gasping for breath. The experience had totally exhausted her physically and mentally, but Crunch was only just beginning his assault. Now that he had lost his erection, he needed some sort of distraction until it returned.

He returned Suzi to her kneeling position. Taking a damp cloth from a bowl of water on a nearby night table, he wiped off her face, and then placed a long lingering kiss on her succulent lips. As he did so, he fondled her melon-shaped breasts, squeezing and pinching them mercilessly.

Crunch continued to kiss and fondle her for several minutes, delighting in the feel of the young woman against his body. Then, he pushed her onto her back. Since Suzi’s calves were bound to her thighs this spread her legs slightly apart and elevated her pelvis. .

Crunch was quick to take advantage of Suzi’s provocative situation. He positioned his body between her legs with his head at her breasts. His slobbering lips immediately sought out the nipple of her right breast, while the fingers of his right hand took the soft nipple of her left tit between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh God, now what?" Suzi wondered. "Would this brutal crimelord never stop?"

As if reading her mind, Crunch taunted her once again. "A little less defiant now aren’t we? Well, we’ll see how much vinegar you’ve got in you after this round."

As he finished speaking, Crunch closed his teeth on her nipple, while at the same time twisting her left nipple with his fingers. Suzi gasped, gritting her teeth against the pain. She was not quite so strong now. Crunch had taken quite a bit out of her, but she still did not intend to give him any satisfaction if she could help it.

"Good," gloated Crunch. "Still strong enough to resist. You’re a strong woman. You’ll need to be to survive then next couple of hours."

"Hours!" Suzi groaned mentally. "How could she survive hours? Crunch was truly a monster."

Crunch worked over both her nipples for several minutes; then he began to work his way lower. He could feel his erection slowly returning. In a few minutes he would be ready to use his massive instrument once again.

While massaging both of her breasts with his hands, he moved his mouth over her navel and licked the center of her anatomy with his tongue. Suzi found the touch of Crunch’s tongue in her navel to be quite disgusting, but she was truly mortified when he began to lick her pelvic region and then suddenly inserted his tongue between her labia.

Crunch thrust his tongue into her vagina, exploring the virginal opening at his leisure. It was all Suzi could do to maintain control. The constant licking of her most sensitive erogenous zone began to arouse an uncontrolled response in her. Despite her best efforts, and the terror of her situation, her body was reacting on its own. She was being raised to a high state of sexual arousal even as she fought to resist her natural impulses.

Crunch sensed the change. He could smell the womanly scent that occurred when vaginal lubricants began to flow of their own accord. "It looks like your oven is getting pretty hot, babe," he jeered. "I think it’s time to throw in the meat."

Suzi moaned in terror as Crunch now moved his hips between her parted thighs. After a couple of hours of foreplay he was now ready for the final act, and her own body was cooperating with the brute who was about to rape her.

"Oh no, please," Suzi begged. "Please don’t so this. I’m still a virgin."

"That is what I intend to remedy," said Crunch, as he moved his fully erect penis into position, the glans of his massive member pressing against her labia.

"NO!" Suzi shouted. "NO! STOP!" The beautiful blonde’s body actually shook with terror as Crunch prepared to penetrate her. She had lost her composure and was now just a frightened young teen trying desperately to stave off the inevitable.

Crunch laughed cruelly, delighting in the blonde’s defeat. He would soon have the helpless heroine screaming for mercy.

Somewhere Suzi found a reservoir of undiscovered strength. Crunch’s taunting laugh had snapped her out of her self-pity and resignation. She rallied herself against the cruel villain that was about to rob her of her most precious possession. She called on a hidden inner strength and regained her composure.

Crunch noticed the change. His trembling victim had stopped struggling and was no longer begging for mercy. Instead he found that she was studying him with a cool, cold gaze that reflected a determination to resist his worst efforts.

"Incredible!" Crunch thought. "A few seconds ago she was begging me to stop. Now she seems self-assured and defiant. It is almost as if she is challenging me to fuck her."

"You little bitch," said Crunch aloud. "I think you need a little more discipline."

Suzi did not reply, but instead maintained her steady gaze on the brutal crime boss. Crunch seemed a little unnerved by that gaze. He had been about to thrust into her, but now he changed his mind.

His erection wilted as he got to his feet. But he knew it would come back. He always found torture sexually stimulating. Crunch picked up a riding crop from the top of his dresser. It was one of his favorite toys. He turned back to his helpless victim. "All right, my little vixen, let’s see how defiant you remain under this."

Suzi had watched him pick up the riding crop with great trepidation. The earlier beating that she had received had been a very painful experience and she had no desire for a replay of that event. Her backside still throbbed from her first thrashing. As Crunch approached she felt her bruised derriere tingling in fearful anticipation.

Crunch did not roll her over, however. Instead he raised the riding crop suddenly and brought it down on Suzi’s exposed breasts.

"AAAGGHH!" Suzi’s cry of pain attested to the fact that she experienced much greater pain than when Crunch had beaten her buttocks. The blow left a scarlet welt across her white breasts. Before she could recover from the pain and shock of being beaten across her bosom, Crunch struck again.

"UGHH!" This time Suzi merely grunted, but Crunch did not let up. He continued to strike with deliberate accuracy at her voluptuous breasts, aiming his strokes directly at her nipples.

"UUNNGGH! AAAHHH! AAAGGGHH!" Each successive blow was much more painful than the last, and Suzi was screaming freely by the fifth stroke. Crunch, however, was thorough. He wanted to make sure that Suzi was completely submissive and gave her an additional five cuts of the crop, reducing her to tears. Toward the end of the beating Suzi had pleaded with him to stop, but her sobbing mixed with her cries of pain made her completely incoherent. Crunch would not have stopped in any case. He found Suzi’s response to the beating to be most satisfactory.

As Crunch had predicted, his erection returned, larger and harder than before. He gave the sobbing heroine no time to regain her composure, but mounted her immediately, driving into her exposed vagina.

He was rewarded with another cry of pain and despair from his victim as her virginity was taken from her, but he was a long way from being finished with her. His initial penetration had broken her hymen, but he had sheathed only a small portion of his massive phallus in her soft, warm vagina. He intended to bury his entire organ within her before he was finished, and he intended to draw out that pleasure for as long as possible.

Suzi was in a state of shock. Crunch’s brutal beating followed by the violent taking of her virginity had left her shattered both physically and mentally. She was in severe discomfort. Crunch’s huge phallus seemed to be trying to tear her apart and he was thrusting deeper into her. Would this awful nightmare never end? She now rued the day that she had decided to become a crimefighter. She had expected excitement and danger, but not total degradation and sexual torture.

"AAAHHHH!" Suzi cried out again, as Crunch resumed his relentless invasion of her vagina. "Please," she begged. "Please stop!"

Crunch’s only answer was a continuation of his assault, as he penetrated her still more deeply. He had sunk half of his formidable sex organ into Suzi’s tight vagina, but was a long way from finished. In an almost leisurely manner her began to pump in and out of her, thrusting slightly deeper each time.

"AAAHHHH! AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH!" Suzi’s anguished shouts punctuated each movement of his thrusting pelvis. She was completely his now. Unable to hide her pain, and unable to prevent his further violation of her body. Crunch delighted in her delicious virginal tightness.

"Ah, what a great fuck!" Crunch crowed. You are almost worth all of the trouble you have caused me." He pushed in another couple of millimeters, gleefully noting the squeal of pain that was forced from the helpless teen. Each extra bit of penetration caused Suzi to writhe in torment, further adding to Crunch’s pleasure.

Beaten and exhausted, Suzi no longer had the energy to scream. Instead, she merely grunted as Crunch buried himself within her. By now her vagina felt as if it were being torn apart. Most of her natural lubricant had been used up, and each thrust of Crunch’s penis rubbed against her sensitive vaginal walls, creating exquisite pain. Her assailant was now very deep within her, having penetrated to almost the full extent of his erection.

"UGHN! UGHN! UGHN! UGHN! UGHN! UGHN!" Each powerful thrust of Crunch’s ramrod brought a grunt of anguish. Eventually even this muted response was too much for the exhausted heroine. She simply lay there as Crunch raped her again and again and again.

The ordeal seemed to go on endlessly, but eventually even Crunch began to tire. Sweat dripping from his body onto that of his victim, he reached orgasm for the second time, and collapsed on top of the hapless crimefighter. Suzi was too exhausted to protest as his massive weight pushed her into the bed.

For over an hour Crunch simply lay there, too exhausted to move. Pinned beneath his body, Suzi fought to keep from passing out under his crushing weight. Fortunately, she was, as Crunch had remarked "…a damned solid female."

Finally, Crunch stirred himself. "That was a damned fine performance," he said, kissing Suzi’s lips. "Tomorrow I think we will have a little more fun."

He got up and put on a robe. Pushing a button by the side of the bed, he sat back in a large comfortable chair and lit a cigar. The door to the bedroom opened and two of Crunch’s men strode in. Crunch nodded toward Suzi. "Take her to Janet and get her cleaned up. I want her in good shape for tomorrow. You can untie her legs, I don’t think she’ll be running anywhere tonight."

The two men did as they were told. Even with her legs free, Suzi was in no shape to offer any resistance. Her insides felt like they had been burned with a hot iron. She could hardly walk.

As Suzi was escorted from the room, her hands still bound behind her, her two guards offered comments on her condition.

"How do you feel now sweetcheeks?" asked the first guard, placing his hand on Suzi’s bruised backside. "You as sore inside as you are on the outside?" Then he laughed.

The second guard joined in the laughter. "Looks to me like she’s having a little trouble walking. Was the Boss’s poker a bit too hot for you?"

Suzi was too beaten to pay any heed to their remarks. All she wanted was some respite from the horrible ordeal to which she had been subjected. As the guards had pointed out, she could hardly walk. And when she did she walked bowlegged. Rivulets of blood ran down her Shapely legs from her ravaged vagina. Filled with shame at her humiliation, she walked with head bent low.

Janet turned out to be a middle-aged blonde. She still had a good figure, but she was clearly past her prime. The guards let Janet escort her into a room with a heavy wooden door. Suzi noticed that it was possible to open the door only from the outside. This obviously was to be her prison cell.

The room was equipped with a sink and toilet, and furnished with a small table, a chair and a simple wooden bed. Janet cut through the ropes binding Suzi’s wrists and sat her down by the sink and began to sponge her off.

"Christ kid," Janet said. "I hate it when Crunch does that to women. I’m sorry I got you into this, but when he asks me to do something I don’t have much choice."

Dully, Suzi realized that Janet was admitting to being the person who had dressed up like the Jade Dragon. Suzi looked at her. She seemed nice, almost pleasant. She must have known what Crunch would do to her. Suzi wondered what would make a woman act as bait to trap someone so that her boss could rape and torture her.

"The Boss sort of owns me you see," continued Janet. "We used to be lovers when I was younger. But when I lost my looks he lost interest. He promised me a big cut if I would help him catch that Chinese broad. And I did, but I ain’t never seen no money. And I don’t dare complain. He’d kill me, or worse – maybe turn me over to his boys for a little fun. So I just do what I’m told and try not to get in his way."

Suzi understood. She realized that Janet was as much a prisoner as she was. She wondered if it was possible to get Janet to help her, but she was simply too exhausted to carry on an intelligent conversation. Perhaps tomorrow they could talk. As Janet bathed her Suzi felt herself falling asleep. Janet helped her over to the bed. Almost immediately, she fell into an exhausted sleep.