Memoires of the

Korruptor

E.N.Cuire

I have been called The Korruptor by those who use my services. No one knows where I come from or the history behind my life. I prefer it that way and, if anyone gets too close to me, they are likely as not to wind up on a Coroners Slab. I am what people call a mercenary and am brilliant in what I do. People access my services through the Internet and links that can not be traced back and I am very, very expensive.

You've possibly seen me in Airports, Hotel Lobbies, at the car rental desk or some other place and you've always said to yourself that I must be, or have been an athlete,

probably a linebacker on an NFL team. I'm almost seven feet tall with close cropped greying hair and a rugged countenance which I often disguise. I weigh in at close to three hundred pounds of muscle that is toned every day of my life. I like to think of myself as a hunter. A very well paid hunter.

My specialty? I'm highly paid to take down and reform Superheros and Superheroines. Those supercilious members of so-called society who masquerade under a cloak of crime fighting but have no cachet under the Law to fight crime...

I'm commonly hired by the very criminals who have suffered under these types who are nothing more than unpaid bounty hunters. If the spoils are worth my while, I track these bounty hunters and bring them to a justice that they, themselves are guilty of.

*******

The first e-mail arrived when I was in Monte Carlo and I accessed it in my suite at the Hotel Metropole, just off the Casino Square. (I never stay at the Hotel De Paris because it's too nouveau riche or at Lowes which is just too American). The e-mail perked my interest at once and offered almost twice what I would have asked in an assignment like this one. It dealt with an Amazon by the name of Blunder Broad and a friend often seen working with her, one Galaxeena about who there was little information available. A cool Million Dollars if I delivered them dead and two Million if I could deliver them and corrupt them to the point they would become sex slaves and available for all manner of perverted things.

The job interested me. Hadn't I taken care of the little slut who called herself Batgirl? Had I not taken down Ms. Marvel who dissappeared into a rich Arab Prince's harem? This, according to my information, should be a piece of cake. I e-mailed my acceptance of terms and requested that the normal fifty percent was to be wired to my secret account in the Grand Caymans and went down to the pool to catch a few rays before changing for dinner with the luscious Lady Carlinda Mountebanks who I had been dating on and off for a few months here and in Britain. She was a wonderful piece, Lady Carlinda, and kinky as all get out and had given me some new ideas of treatments for my future charges. The Bank, I knew, would not be able to confirm arrival of the funds until late during the night so I had time to burn. I would not order an airline ticket until the next morning and would make my travel plans accordingly.

After my shower that evening, I put on my white shantung dinner jacket with it's red silk lining. I placed a black silk handkerchief in the lapel pocket and sat to pull on black patent leather knee high boots that fitted like a second skin. I walked over to the Hotel De Paris

across Casino Square, picking up quite a few admiring glances from several attractive Ladies, arriving in the lobby of the Hotel in time to see a vision of loveliness appear from the elevators. Lady Carlinda was right on time, as was her habit. Her white leather American West styled catsuit was low cut giving everyone a view of the canyon between her very large but no less shapely breasts and she strode toward on crotch high tight fitting white leather boots with six inch stiletto heels before taking my arm in a white leather gauntletted hand.

"Like what you see, Big Boy?" She smiled with her voice. She had the ability to convey her feelings with her tone and voice like no other Woman I'd ever encountered. I nodded

and asked the doorman for a cab as we reached the promenade and tipped him well as we got in for the journey to the Summer Casino, the Sporting Club.

With Lady Carlinda on my arm, we were ogled at every step. I'd gotten used to that because Carlinda never dressed in anything not truly spectacular. And never anything not extremely kinky in one way or another. We were escorted to a nice but secluded table outside 'au plain aire' and were presented with menus after ordering a Pimms for the Lady and a coffee for myself.

"Are we bound for America soon?" Asked Carlinda, taking me by surprise. How would she know I was contemplating a journey to that Country? To say a warning siren sounded in my head would have been an understatement.

"Huh?" I replied to gain some time. Then. "I haven't made plans to visit America..." I went on with a poker face. I was well trained in hiding my emotions and that often had been the cause of breakups with past paramours. Lady Carlinda put a gauntletted hand over mine.

"Oh, come, come, Korruptor... You have received a new mission and I want to be there to see you carry it out..."

This time some of my self control slipped, I must admit. Lady Carlinda went on as if she'd been talking about a friend at a tea party instead of imparting earthshaking information about which she must be killed. "It's Blunder Broad and Galaxeena this time... Isn't it?"

She said deepening the hole for her own coffin. "The money has already been transfered and the email will be waiting for you when we get back to your suite..."

"Carlinda..." I started off just to be shushed by her.

"We cultivated you well, Korruptor... You need not fear, however. There are more jobs that need to be done after this one...You have been working for us for the past four years and counting... The Archive decided it was time to let ourselves be known to you..."

"Ah. Does this mean you're not really a Lady?" I went, trying to buy time to allow my thoughts to play catchup. They were about five miles behine me right then and I rarely saw my contol of myself slip like this.

"Oh, dear boy..." Went Lady Carlinda. "Of course I'm a real Lady... The title, anyhow... You already know I'm no Lady when it comes to things sexual, dont you?"

"This was all a sham, wasn't it? You set me up... You're just a goldarned hooker..."

"Oh, dear boy... No such thing... I truly do like you and that's why I bid for the assignment.

We're birds of a feather, my lover, and that can never change... And... Oh. Dont think the Archive wont cause you a long, lingering death if one little hair is hurt on my pretty head.

They'll hunt you down like an animal and have your demise take painful months. They, we,

know who you are and how to find you..."

"How??? How did I go wrong? Where? When?"

"We have the best hackers in the World on our payroll." She replied seriously. Even her emerald eyes displayed the seriousness of her impart. "The Authorities are years and years behine us and have no idea we even exist. The Archive is a cartel of the World's finest and richest Criminals who, on the outside, are the most law abiding chaps on our Planet..."

"And if I refuse the assignment? If I take it and refuse to let you tag along?"

"There's an extra two Million in it for you, whether we kill the prey or bring it in alive...

You're greedy, Korruptor and you'll want to retire to that Les Diablerets chalet in the Swiss Mountains before you're too old to enjoy the spoils of wealth... Ease for you and I to enjoy our own slut-slaves together..." She added, squeezing my hand.

I nodded but my dinner, normally a Gourmet's delight, tasted like wet cardboard as I pretended not to be affected.

***********

The journey to Washington was circuitous and was to take us three days as we travelled

across the Globe going the long way around. We used small, local airlines in many of the Countries we traversed as well as local busses and trains, paying for our tickets in cash

from amounts I'd sent to private Post Office Boxes for emergencies. We moved through throngs of people who had more on their minds than remembering two tall Caucasians, the Female always clad in outrageous boots and leather and myself, the behemoth in a safari outfit with knee high brown boots. We were a lot more conservative on arrival in the Continental United States and purchased a mid size nondescript Mercury with low miles off a California Used Car lot. I punished Carlinda at every chance, taking her roughly and with no finness but Carlinda issued not one complaint. I was even looking forward to the quest of our mutual quarry now and we were both like animals smelling the blood of the chase.

We watched Blunder Broad and her sidekick, Galaxeena as they sought to foil a bank robbery we had set up and paid well for. The gang members thought they were on an easy score and thought the plan was flawless. It was, as a matter of fact, and would have been a piece of cake had we not informed the red and blue clad Superheroine who didn't even bother calling the Cops. Fifteen boyz from the 'Hood took out their ire on the two Crime Fighters who were soon knocking the boyz down like bowling pins. I could feel Carlinda's panting breath as she witnessed the two ultra Female forms and how they were beating up on one of Washington's meanest gangs. It was interesting that the ebonyclad one kept slowing after being hit especially hard in one or the other of her giant boobs and I could swear she was taking time out for an orgasm or two... We slid lower in our seats at the first sounds of the Police Sirens and watched as the fifteen were lifted from the ground to be taken into arrest and the heroines were congratulated.

"They're fabulous..." Commented Carlinda who seemed to have suffered (?) a couple of orgasms of her own. "We have to take these two alive... They will be such fun to train and turn into slaves..."

For the first time in days, I had to agree with her...

********

We worked well together, planning the perfect set up. I, who had always operated alone, was getting used to having Lady Carlinda along. She had a mind as devious as my own. She was the one who found the Estate way out in the Virginia hills that we were going to use to capture and train these two and it was she, who, through her research, came up with the perfect trap. A diminuitive nit by the name of Count Dastardly in who's name we rented the Estate, paying a year's lease in advance so as to keep down and out of sight. It was easy to rent furnishings and a bunch of thugs, male and female, through the annonimity of the Internet.

Carlinda had researched this Blunder Broad in her entirety. The other one, Galaxeena, well, not too much was known about her. We possibly knew Blunder Broad better than she knew herself so knew she'd come running when called on by a Congressman who's daughter had been kidnapped, allegedly by this phony Count and his would be feline Companion now known as Felicia.

We were in the aftermath of a huge storm and the rain was teeming down outside. Carlinda was satisfying my desires when the crash occured. We knew that Blunder broad had entered the Mansion just as we planned. Carlinda just added a leather coat to the boots and long gloves she'd been wearing and I pulled on a pair of pants and shirt, in no hurry, really, since the Crime Fighter had doubtlessly been knocked out already. We suspected she would come alone and were proved quite correct.

"Holy SHIT-T-T-T!!!" Went the abundant Carlinda when she got a view of that fabulous body dressed in the blue latex catsuit, the crotch high boots with six inch stilettos and the gloves that reached clear to Blunder Broad's shoulders. "Whatta BOD-D-D!!!"

I must admit to having let a whistle escape myself. Her pictures did nothing to reveal the sheer oppulence of this one. Pictures are two dimensional, after all. This one was clearly three dimensional and then some. Carlinda went to her booted knees to better view those massive mounds undulating at every breath the Crimefighter took, seemingly straining for release against the tight confines of the low vee cut top that revealed a veritable Grand Canyon. Carlinda's hands stole forward and pulled the material aside with difficulty and allow the appendages to vomit out of their confinement. I saw Carlinda lick her lips in anticipation. Her gloved hands stole forth again and partially cupped the huge mamms, moving them against the Amazon's well wrought torso while listening, no doubt, for a sloshing sound to emit from them. "Damn... These suckers are real..." (I must admit to being taken aback somewhat since her recent utterances were the first bad language I'd heard from Carlinda...) I was getting hard as Carlinda went ahead and tested the rubbery resistance of the two huge nubbins masquerading as nipples, moves that not only engorged the nipples but started the crime fighter's body into moves that could only be described as lascivious. I thought I was going to fire off a salvo when Carlinda's gloved hand reached down and opened a zipper which had been hidden from my eyes. (It's a chick thing... They can find the ins and outs of a costume faster than any Male...)

Gloved fingers now delved between those long booted legs and below the mini forest of well trimmed ebony fur and between two well formed lips that looked to welcome the fingers. Welcome and buck against the gloved hand almost inhaling it into wet, oozing depths.

"My, oh, my... We have a horny little toady here..." Went Carlinda as she drove her whole hand deep, past her own glove protected wrist. And further before she pulled almost all the way out to display her glove covered in the oil a horny Woman saps when really turned on.

"I believe we've caught us a real slut-t-t..." Said Carlinda with an expression that put a smile to my face. "I think we should bind her just in case she's as strong as they say..."

"Seems like a reasonable idea..." I went, concurring while still watching that sexy form undulate in sensual albeit unknowing abandon against the gloved hands that were manipulating it. This Blunder Broad would have brought me off three times already had I been ensconced where Carlinda's hand was.

I was not exactly a novice with ropework myself but I had to bow to Lady Carlinda and her abilities. Such an expertise for a well born aristocrat who's family could be traced back to ol' Willie the Conqueror. I had to excuse myself in order to don my rubber jodphurs and rubber riding boots lest I embarrass myself with a discharge while watching. I was very quick to return and found the crimefighter with her arms bound behind her with lap after lap of rope, tightly and bent inward at the elbows so her gloved hands ended up just behind her shapely neck. Binding that made those torpedos thrust outward at an angle of some forty five degrees. She was starting to awaken and Carlinda decided on a fix for her returning strengths. Quickly loosing the leather coat, she mounted Blunder broad's face as if mounting a steed, her sopping pussy lips engulfing the lips below her while her little asshole covered the crime fighter's nose.

Oh. Blunder Broad put up a struggle. A struggle for her very life. For breath. Carlinda swooped downward while not unseating and started a lapping of Blunder Broad's puss that would have brought a dead avowed Man hater to life. I could see Blundie had been forced into a lapping of her own as she sought to use her tongue to gain a little much needed oxygen and took note of the abject lustful enjoyment written on Carlinda's lovely face. This Blunder Broad was going to make a purr-fect slave. Carlinda shuddered in definite orgasm but kept the pressure on until the crimefighter went under for the second time, lack of oxygen being the culprit this time.

"Oh, dear... Brown nosing didn't work well this time..." Said Carlinda just after her orgasm.

*********

Blunder Broad took longer to revisit the World this time. Perhaps her deepest depths of mind reminded her that every time she awakened from the deep sleeps she was wont to be put in, she always woke to find herself in deeper distress than when she went night-night.

This time was to prove no different and awakening just kept the nightmare at the gallop.

She was kneeling, the torpedos of her mighty chest jutting outward from her chest and kept that way by the armbinder glove that had been put over her own gloved arms. Her boot ankles had been bound to the tops of her long thigh boots and her knees were suffering as they sought to do the work of feet, bearing most of the Crime fighter's weight. Most. Not all.

Her cervix seemed to be doing a good job of helping her upright position due to a knob some four inches in diameter that was pressing on it. The knob, of course, could not manage on it's own and had it's own pole to aid it's erect stance. A pole that was a mere three inches in diameter that had some fifty two six inch nails driven through the top ten inches of it's almost three foot length and those nails were bound to cause anyone a great deal of distress on their own. They and the pole, however, were not alone in their invasion of one of America's Prime Bodies. Her captors, perhaps wishing to give similar consideration to the second of Blundie's cavities, had filled it with another three inch plug of similar length to the first. This one, at least, had no nails poking from it but this one was attached to some kind of hose pipe.

Blundie noticed her captors were sitting at a dinner table in front of her, the booted legs of both crossed in reclining comfort as they sipped on Champagne. The man spoke first to her.

"So you are the so mighty Blunder Bust?" He said in his Eastern European accent. "You dont seem so mighty to us but then, you so called Superheroines rarely are... I shall introduce myself. I am known as the Korruptor because it is my life's work to corrupt you so called Heroines into a life of slavery and debauchery... So far, my Associate Lady Carlinda has found you debouch very nicely. You will make a remarkable slut-slave for our employers..."

"Slave? *Me*?... Slut-t-t? Never..."

Blundie was to instantly regret her outburst. This was not the first time an outburst she'd made before shutting her mouth gave her regrets. Carlinda's gloved finger had just punched a button on a console resting on the table and Blundie's bowels were being overfilled and S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D by heated liquid under great pressure. Blundie screamed in agony

as the enema gave her pause to reconsider talking back. She was being bounced up and down on her impalers so hard it was giving her aches in her knees while the low tech devices called nails roto-rooted the insides of her already salivating cunt. Her eyes were already rolling loosely in her head and she was starting to go into defensive mode.

"Dont let her cum, damn it-t-t-t!!!"Went Korruptor to Lady Carlinda, politesse forgotten for the moment.

Too late did Carlinda's finger shut the button down. Blundie was on a roll and Blundie was on that roller coaster that can only be assuaged by... ORGASM...

"How DARE you..." Went Carlinda springing to her white thigh booted feet. She

quickly got to Blundie and a white gauntletted fist connected with Blundie's pert lips. Then another connected, another and then another. She was taking out her anger at ther own mistake on the taking Patsy who somehow always became the target for other's ire at their own boobs. Ahhh. Make that mistakes.

Another orgasm swept through Blundie's form and then another. Again, under duress and in a great deal of pain, degraded as she was, Blundie was orgasming for anyone who wished her to. Or didn't. If orgasming while being knocked scatty was possible, Blundie proved it before fading into oblivion again.

She was not allowed to snooze this time. Several buckets of ice cold water with icecubes still in them were thrown over the less than Super Heroine followed by stinky yellow urine as the men around the compound were summoned to water the growing gal.

"Methinks a warming fire to dry the wet pet out, don't you think?" Went Carlinda with a smile. Withoug waiting for an answer, she instructed the soggy mess, ah, heroine to be taken to the roaring hearth. Into the roaring hearth. At least they undid the binding around her booted legs before placing her knee deep in almost white hot embers. At least they insured she could not go to booted knees since they wrapped a chain through the apex of her booted legs and latched it high above her where, even had she not been bound of arm,

she would not have been able to reach it on tippy toe.

It wasn't too bad for the first couple of minutes but then the iced water and the pee started to boil inside those long boots and Blundie was starting to sweat. She tried to move to take first one, then the other roasted leg from the flames putting weight where it would do most harm On the chains that were holding the LOGS inside of her and driving them deeper in now moist channels that seemed to be accepting what was given them.

What was given them was humungous pain and the tearing of interior membranes. Blundie was in tears but Blundie was reacting as he'd reacted so many times before. She was now bending her legs, taking the broiling and trying to drive her logs deeper in two accepting, nay, tearning wells. And sweating as crackling embers snapped at her exposed skin. She was again in the throes of intense and immense orgasms that had her shuddering and shaking, her breastflesh bobbing up and down like two giant jello molds.

"She's a born slut-t-t-t..." Went Carlinda in anger. "What do we have to do so she doesn't keep orgasming???"

"Well think of a few things, my Dear... We'll think of a few things..." Went Korruptor with a wide smile...

End of Part 1