Distress and Peril

Captain Janeway could only kneel on the hilltop and watch her crew being led out the Voyager and herded along like cattle. It all had happen so fast. Once again, Janeway ignored Star Fleet protocol and lead the away team. The shapely captain now realized it was her own arrogance and stupidity that had let all this.

Janeway and the five-man team including security chief Tuvok had landed in answer to a distress signal. Before she could signal the ship stun beams hit them. The beautiful captain had awaked to find herself not only lying on the ground but with her hands tightly bound behind her back. Thick strips of rough leather were wrapped around her waist and wrists. Another strip was bound around her elbows.  Janeway looked up at her capture and when she tried to ask him who he was. The tall muscular alien slapped her and then jammed a knotted thong into her mouth.

“UGH!” Janeway grunted as she was roughly gagged.

While being gagged she noticed the alien had almost bronze skin. His hair long jet-black thick hair hung around his roughly handsome face falling past his shoulders. Dark brown leather pants, vest and boots were all that covered his muscular body.  The old holster hanging around Tal-nook's waist not only held a modern phaser weapon but also several other electronic gadgets. Janeway hear similar aliens call him Tal-nook. She wondered if that was his name, rank or title.

The bound Federation officer watched Tal-nook fiddle with her communicator while giving orders. She could tell this was a strong and determined alien. The captain grunted as he pulled her up by the front of her uniform and roughly dragged her along. She looked around and wondered where the rest of her team was.

Tal-nook pulled her to the top a small hill that over looked the Voyager and then staked her to the ground. He looked down at the kneeling woman and smiled. He could tell she had a full rich body. She had beautiful face and blond hair. Tal-nook reached down and pulled out the pins holding up her thick hair.

“Yes, “ Tal-nook thought, “She will do nicely to warm his bed.”

“Ugh!” Janeway grunted.

“There will no apologies. I need a ship to replace my old wreck. Yours will be a fine replacement as you will be for sex slave.”

Janeway didn’t like the way he was looking at her. She could see a fire in his eyes and a cruel grin on lips. The bound captain felt her shiver go through her body. The beautiful captain was almost sorry to see him walk off with his men.

 Over the next hour, her worst nightmare came true. She watched in horror as Tal-nook used her communicator to fake her voice, to lure Cahkotay and small away team out. They were quickly captured. Then Tal-nook and his men charge up the open landing ramp.

The battle was over before it began.

Now Janeway could only kneel on the hill and watch her crew divided up into groups. All the men were chained together and led off by small a small green skinned alien. From what Janeway could understand to work in some kind of mine. The older crewmembers and unattractive females were led off toward a city in the distance to sold as house slaves. The remaining group was all the young attractive women. Janeway could only watch as Tal-nook gave the females to his men as rewards for a great victory. The bound beauty choked back a sob as Tal-nook turned and walked toward her.

“Up slave!” Tal-nook snapped as he grabbed the front of her uniform to pull her up.

“UMPH!” Janeway grunted as her pulled her along like stubborn dog. It made her uniform streched to its' limit by his grip.

“I am Tal-nook, your master. I realize this is hard for you to accept but in time you will learn your place. Your ship shall now be used to raid other planets.  Many thanks, my little slave.”

“GNAAAA!” Janeway screamed as her captor pulled her onto Voyager. She stumbled after him down series of hallways until he stopped and took off her gag.

“Where are your quarters?” Tal-nook asked.

“Go to hell.” The bound captain snapped, “If you think I am going to let you rape me in my own bed. Think again.”

“As you wish. I will take you the bridge and rape you in front of my crew while forcing your fellow slaves to watch.”

The proud captain’s head filled with the humiliating image of her being raped in front of her crew. She swallowed her pride and nodded.

“Two levels up. The cabin at the end of the hall.”

“Excellent. You are learning to obey.”

“You may take me by force but know this. I will never submit!”

Tal-nook only laughed as he dragged her off by the front of her uniform down the hallway.

Janeway stumbled back into her cabin as the door slid close. She looked around knowing there was no place to run. The bound beauty could only watch as he took off his holster and boots. The proud captain knew she was about to be raped and there was nothing to prevent it.

Tal-nook tossed his vest down and pulled a knife from a behind his back. He grabbed the front of her uniform and smiled into her face.

Try not to move.” Tal-nook smiled, “I would hate scar you.”

Janeway gulped as he used the knife to slice up the front of her uniform. She could feel her face flush red as her lacy black bra was exposed. The bound captive stood still as he skillfully cut off her uniform including her pants. Janeway now stood before the vile alien clad only in her black bra, panties and boots.

Tal-nook sucked in his breath as he looked over his new slave, realizing he had made an excellent choice. Large round breasts were wrapped in a black garment that made them look even more luscious. Her waist was slender, her belly flat and her ass nicely rounded with long muscular legs. He smiled as her lips quivered. Another black garment cover her crotch.

“OH!” Janeway cried as her bra and panties were cut off with some well place slashes.

“Excellent.” Tal-nook smiled as he leered over her body, taking in the reddish curls covering her womanhood. He noted there was still a look of defiance in her eyes.

“OW!” Janeway cried as she was slapped.

The shocked captive flew back onto the bed and just lay there as he pulled off her boots.

“Slaves go barefoot.” Tal-nook smiled as tossed down a boot and yanked down his pants.

“GOOD GOD NO!” Janeway screamed when she saw his twelve-inch cock. She tried to scoot away but the alien jumped right on top of her body, knocking the air out of her body.

Tal-nook grabbed her tits and mauled them between his hands as he forced his mouth over his slave’s gasping lips.”

“MPHHHHH!” Janeway sobbed as her mouth was filled with his tongue. She squirmed and twisted but there was no escaping the hands fondling her breasts. The bound beauty had no choice but to suck on the tongue rolling around in mouth. The long hard wet kiss seemed to go on and on. Janeway gasped for air when her finally released her lips. She gasped and sobbed as he kissed and bit her face and neck while squeezing her tits around.

Tal-nook was quickly lost in his own lust as he ran his tongue over her face, enjoying the look of disgust on her face. Her cried and sobs were music to his ears. He pushed and pulled her tender mounds around, feeling them begin to swell in his hands.

“OHHH! AWWW!” Janeway sobbed as her body was brutally used by her captor, knowing this was just the start of his abuse. The shapely captain felt her boobs begin to throb and ache making her body tingle. The proud captive was shocked to feel wetness between her legs.

Tal-nook worked his mouth down to her neck and gnawed on it for a few minutes and then ran his tongue down. He buried his face in her tender mounds and began to chew and lick.

“AWWWW!” Janeway moaned as her already tender tits were sucked and chewed on making the swell up even more. She shook her head and closed her eyes trying calm her body. It was at this point she realized that that Star Fleet had never covered what to do if caught and forced to be a sex slave. It was at this moment she realized the unthinkable was happening to her and she was unprepared for it. The beautiful woman realized she hadn’t sex for years. Her sex starved was now responding to the brutal abuse. Janeway’s pussy was now burning and her own juices were splashing onto her thighs. Her boobs were tingling and aching like they never had.

Tal-nook sucked and chewed on her big fat tits while mashing them together. He could sense and feel her body responding to his attacks.

“All alike.” Tal-nook thought to himself, “These proud independent woman sneering defiantly at men when secretly they wanted to be dominated and tamed.”

He reached out a long hand and slapped it right on her breast. Jenny took hold of it in fury and ripped her nails into the flesh and pulled it off. ‘I am not your bloody toy,’ she said. ‘Keep your fucking hands to yourself, you wanka.’ ‘Hmm.’ Eddie smiled, looked at his bleeding hand. He brought back the other and slapped her hard across the cheek. It connected with a wet crack and she staggered to the right.

His hand grabbed the front of her shirt making tight fists of it and he shoved his face into hers. One arm snaked around her slender little waist, smoothed over the small of her back and slid over the material of her skirt. It covered the geography of her cute ass like paint and he grabbed and pulled at her buttocks roughly. She struggled and reached back for the intruding hand and wanted to pull it off but again his grip on her shirt and his muscles were too much for her. He cupped a handful of her ass and squeezed it, kneading the flesh under his fingers. A little smile crossed Eddie’s face and he moved his face forward and darted out his tongue at a little dribble of Mark’s cum. He dabbed it away and licked his lips.

She could have driven a knee into his balls but he stood too close. One hand tighly grabbing the collar of her shirt from behind, the other was around her waist, pulling her wet pussy into his erect cock.

Vanessa was kneeling on the ground sobbing. She knew she had no choice but she couldn't help trying to persuade Paul not to do it. The stupid fucking bitch tried to appeal to his good side. What a dumb slut. Paul's 'good side' – there ain't so such thing.   

"Please, please. Don't make me do this. We can pay you more money. I can send it to you. I can't do the things you want. Please. We love each other. We're getting married in two days. Please don't make me. My parents would die if they knew. Poor John. He's done nothing to deserve this. He's always loved me. Don't make me. Not before my wedding day. I'm a virgin. Please don't make me. Please. Please"      Paul and I turned to each other, whooped and did a high-five. A fucking virgin. And if she was virgin cunt, it was 100-1 she was virgin ass. One each. Oh this was going to be fucking fantastic. It always beats me that every time I rape a girl she tries to stop me with words that only help to turn me on and make my cock even harder. Don't they teach them anything at school?      Paul decided it was time to see the goods and grabbed the front of her top. Bringing the knife up to her face he tightened his grip on her top and ordered her to stay still if she wanted to keep her flawless skin. She became quieter, but as Paul slipped the knife into the material just below her neck and ripped it downwards slowyly.. exposing her breasts, she began to cry again.

“What’s up?”  I asked. “I’m gonna crash man.  You know Annie is out there in heat for you even after whatever the two of you did in here earlier.  I told her you were all hers for the night. “And you’re just okay with that?  I mean Linda is one thing but I really don’t even know this chick that well. “Yes I’m really okay with it Trace, we’ve talked about it all before. 

And as far as Annie goes she is a good friend of mine and she is safe.  Not sure what you’ve heard but she has only been with one guy in her life, and if there were others I’d known about them so go have fun and enjoy some strange. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips.  She stepped back, looked me in the eyes and said, “Love you Trace.”I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her. 

“Love you to Alora.” I turned and walked down the hall, Annie was sitting in the kitchen.

“I wasn’t sure if you were staying inside or not man.”  She said.

I actually thought about chilling in the pool for a few, you game?

“Hell yea man, let’s go.” As we walked out the back door I reached over and took Annie by the front of her shirt and we walked out to the pool.  I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my shoes.  I grabbed a cigarette and lit it.

“You want to smoke this other joint in the pool?” Annie asked.

“Fine by me little girl.  So, got a question about earlier.”

“And what’s that old man?”

“Well first off, I’ve never in my life done that with a girl before.  Why I did it to you I can’t really say but part of me knew you wanted it.  So I gave it to you.  But earlier you said you came when I beat your ass?”

“Oh fuck yea I did man, hard too!  The last time you knocked me down I started cumming and you hit me twice as I laid on the floor and I kept cumming until you hung the belt up in your closet.  I’ll bet the carpet is still wet from where I was laying.”

“I’ve never met a girl like you Annie and am not really sure how to handle you.”

“Then let me make it as easy as possible for you Trace.  Do not ask me to do anything.  Either tell me or make me, it’s that simple.  If I tell you no either make me or bend me over and do what you did earlier.  I don’t know why I like it like that but I do and am even okay if you slap my face, as long as you don’t bruise me. The only guy I’ve ever been with broke up with me because he couldn’t do it to me.  I just like it rough.”

I looked at her. “So rather than foreplay you’d rather be bitch slapped to the ground and fucked?” She just stood there and smiled at me. “Exactly right man, and if it gets to be too much I’ll let you know by saying ‘peanut butter’, okay?”

“Peanut butter?”She laughed. “It’s all I could think of just now but yea, peanut butter.  I know you got it in you too man, you proved that earlier.  If you don’t like something I say or do then slap me or whatever.  It’s all good unless I say peanut butter.”

“Jesus Annie that sounds so fucking hot.” “I know it does and I love it so if there’s anything you want to do or try to push me over my limits just do it.  I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

“Your totally serious aren’t you little girl?”

“Dead serious man.  Literally anything you can think of, just do it.”

I sat there for a few minutes and finished my cigarette, thinking of things to do to her.

“Let’s take a walk Annie.”  I roughly grabbed her by the back of her shirt and walked her all the way around the garage to the backside of the pool.

I looked at her and decide that I wanted to play this with her and see how far I could go with it.

“Take your clothes off.”  I said to her.

She looked around as if someone may be watching.  “Do I have to?”

“Yea, I just fucking told you too!”

“But I’m afraid that someone might see me.”  She said in the sweetest most innocent voice.

“I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees you little girl!” 

I grabbed her by the front of her shirt and pulled her roughly right up to my face.

“Take your fucking clothes off NOW!”  I yelled.

I shoved her down on the ground; she landed on her ass and started to cry.

“You fucking asshole!” She yelled.  I looked down at her and said, “Now you’ve done it missy!”

With that I reached down and grabbed her by the shirt again and yanked her to her feet, I could see her shirt stretched and started to rip as I did so.  “This is your last chance damn-it!” 

The tears were streaking down her face as I reached out and slapped her hard right in the face. 

She staggered back a few feet and I took both hands and grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it.  It tore half way down her belly and she just cried harder. 

Charmaine opened her eyes and again found herself alone in the room. She slowly sat up and felt lightheaded. Must be from hunger she thought as she leaned against the adjacent wall to regain her senses.

“You’re awake,” Raymond said as he walked in carrying a tray. In a mechanical voice, he said, “You haven’t eaten anything at all yesterday so I made you a big breakfast.” He placed the tray on the bed next to her. “There is scrabbled eggs, toast and coffee. What would you like first?”

Charmaine looked at Raymond’s unsmiling face to the tray of food. She knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t control her temper. In one swift movement, she retracted her legs and kicked the tray of food at him. Raymond jumped out of the way in time before the tray could hit him and the tray fell to the floor with a loud bang spilling coffee and eggs all over the floor. “Go to hell!” she bit out through clenched teeth.

Raymond stared at her, his eyes narrowed as he contemplated her behavior and the mess that she made. In a clipped voice, he said, “Whether you eat or not it’s up to you but since you made the mess, you’re going to clean it.”

Charmaine met his stare, her own eyes challenging. In a sweet mocking voice, she said, “Make me.”

Raymond grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her up so that she was kneeling on the bed and their faces were inches apart. In a low threatening voice, he said, “I will definitely make you if I have to but I’m positive you’re smart enough to do it on your own.” He stared down at her with cold penetrating eyes and silkily asked, ‘Which is it? Are you going to clean the mess up on your own or shall I make you?” as he tightened his grip on her shirt and pulled it with all of his considerable strength.

Charmaine tried to pull back from him but his fist on her shirt was like iron clamps. She leaned her head as far away as she could and with sparkling eyes of rage, stared at him with loathing.

“Well? Which is it?” Raymond asked, his voice laced with irritation and Charmaine could see that he was holding onto his own temper. She made one last attempt to squirm out of his hold but it proved futile.

Giving up, Charmaine abruptly turned her face away from his scathing eyes and said gruffly, “I’ll clean it.”

Raymond released his hold on her and roughly turned her around. He undid the ties around her wrists but kept a firm grip on it. Pulling her hands in front of her, he circled the rope around her wrist again. He gave her shoulder a soft push towards the floor, “Clean it up.”

Raymond released his hold on her shirt and roughly turned her around. He undid the ties around her wrists but kept a firm grip on it. Pulling her hands in front of her, he circled the rope around her wrist again. He gave her shoulder a soft push towards the floor, “Clean it up.”

Charmaine lifted her legs slightly up and with an angry huff said, “Can you at least untie my legs?”

Raymond eyed her warily trying to judge whether she would make a run for it. Even if she did there was no way she would be able to leave the house. The only door and window to the cottage was locked and the keys were in his pants pocket. He lifted her legs and pulled the rope away.

Charmaine sighed and stretched her legs out then rubbed the aching muscles with her hands.

Raymond stood at the doorway, “I’m waiting.”

Charmaine gave him a haughty glance then bent to the floor. The tray was still intact and she used it to hold the broken pieces of plates and cup. When everything that she was able to pick up was piled up onto the tray, she got up and looked at Raymond, “I’m done.”

Raymond glanced at the tray on the floor, “Bring that to me.”

Charmaine took a deep breath to cover her annoyance. Then with a smirk, she waved her bound hands, “How? If you want me to, untie me first.”

Raymond walked towards her and Charmaine thought he was actually going to untie her but instead, he bent and picked up the tray. “I’ll get you a mop to wash the floor.”

“What?” Charmaine asked aghast at the notion, “I’m not going to mop! I’ve never done that in my life and I’m not going to do that for you now.”

Still standing in place, Raymond said quietly, “You are going to mop the floor and you will do a good job. Let this be a lesson to you, perhaps next time you should think of the consequences before you act.”

Charmaine had enough of his overbearing ways. Kidnapped or not, she will not let anyone push her around. She stood her ground and retorted, “If you want this floor cleaned so badly, then I suggest you do it yourself.”

Raymond saw the challenge in her eyes and he could not help but admire her for it. Instead of crying and whimpering like most women if under the same circumstances, she wasn’t the least bit threatened or intimidated by her dire situation. Giving her a snide smile, he said casually, “Fine.” He then walked up to her and pulled the end of the rope around her wrist and tied it around the bed frame.

Charmaine pulled at the rope, her anger visible on her face, “What are you doing? Let me go!” she hissed.

Raymond ignored her and gave the rope one last tug. When he turned to look at Charmaine, her eyes were shooting venom at him and he gave her an impish smile, “Next time just do as you’re told.”

After getting off the bus and stopping at the store, Marcia tiredly climbed up the stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the door, and went straight into the kitchen putting her stuff away. That done, she kicked her shoes off and removed her suit jacket; underneath she was wearing a thin silk blouse, straining under the pressure of her ample breast.

Walking into the main room of her large studio apartment, she stopped and stared, frozen in horror at the sight that greeted her there: 30 or so naked black men with huge cocks crowded into that room, standing there smiling at her and slowly jerking off. Her bed had been moved so that it was out of the center of the room, and there was a small padded bench with straps attached on all sides and at the legs, in its place. There were five camcorders on tripods positioned about the room, all pointing at the bench. One of the men in front of her took two quick steps forward and slapped her across the face, her glasses flying into a corner of the room. Marcia was stunned. She just stood there and stared blankly back at the man standing in front of her.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here boys? A nice big assed fuck slut, ain't that right bitch?" the man taunted the horrified woman. Another man quickly moved behind Marcia, grabbing her hair and spinning her around to face him. "Looks like we got ourselves some fun for the evening. Any slut that can walk in to an apartment with a bunch of naked men is just begging to be fucked." "Yeah, what a slut!"

Two other men came from around the bed and circled around Marcia.

Both agreed with the statements and one said that only a bitch in heat walks into a room full of strangers. "Well, let's see what she's got under all these clothes," one of them said.

Someone reached out and grabbed one of Marcia's big tits, squeezing it hard and snapping her out of the shock she was in. "No, please don't do this," she pleaded as she tried to slap the man's hand away.

"Shut up bitch," the man who slapped her barked as he reached out and grabbed her by the collar of her blouse. "We're gonna do anything we want whore, and you know you really want it, so shut your fucking mouth unless there's a cock in it." She tried to make a run for the door but was grabbed by the back of her blouse collar immediately by a strong hand and dragged back towards the bed.

"Get her clothes off!"

"Fuck her!"

"Yeah, fuck her ass!"

"Skull fuck the bitch!"

"She wants it, All these Jewish bitches do!"

Marcia looked from one man to the next as she brought her arms up across her chest and began to cry. "Please don't make me do this. Oh God, please don't do this to me." The man who slapped her was Jones and, he took a step towards her when she began to plead with them and said. "Take your fuckin' clothes off you big assed whore and show us what you've got."

"No, please no," she cried as she began to back away from Jones.

"You fucking tramp, you'll do what I tell you. " Jones said as he grabbed her by the white blouse she was wearing, and pulled her towards him.

"Let's see your tits, cow!" he sneered as he grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. They ripped every stitch from her body until she was naked and sobbing before them. Once the shirt was ripped off her, the other men moved in, dragged her over to the bed, bent her over on her hands and knees, and began tearing off the rest of her clothing. Her skirt was yanked up over her legs and ass and torn off at the slit; her pantyhose were pulled down over her ass and ripped off her legs. Her bra and panties were torn off her body. It was a feeding frenzy and Marcia was at the center of it all. Marcia never had time to recover from the assault because as soon as she was naked they were on her again. Their hands began to pry at her body; fingers squeezed her tits like melons, pinched her nipples, probed her cunt, and prodded her asshole. They slapped at her hanging tits, banging them together, smacked her ass red, and pulled at her hair. She was cr ying hysterically and begging them to stop as they continued to squeeze her body and curse her,

"Check out those jugs!"

"Let's milk 'em!"

"Slut!"

"Fuckin' whore!"

"Jew cocksucker!"

"Hey look, the cunt shaves her pussy!"

"You dirty whore," one of them said, "You shaved your fucking cunt! You're really hungry for some cock, aren't you?"

"Look at you, Any man you meet, he knows you're nothing but a worthless cum bucket."

She emerged into the now well-lit hallway where her enemies were waiting for her. She tumbled against the wooden flooring, emerging from the white haze like a ghost ship. She tried to spring to her feet as soon as she felt the floor under her, but the chloro had taken its toll. Crimson knew that she was at a disadvantage. She must strike out against any hands and arms gripping and grasping her. She would have to do so almost blindly. Behind her mask, her eyes were closed against the sting of the gas and tears flowed across and under the vinyl. The powerful young woman had only risen to one knee when she felt the first pair of hands grab her from behind. Then a second set of hands grabbed at her right arm. Using her great strength she pulled away from the hands gripping her arm, but as she rose the man behind her only pulled himself against her and placed a bear hug around her chest. As she stood, he came up with her, literally riding her back.

Reaching over her left shoulder, Crimson felt the man’s head and shoulders. She firmly grasped his hair with one hand and his jacket with the other and, dipping forward, she threw him off her. Still blind, she felt behind her now, looking for the wall of the vault.

Instead, she found open space. She shifted to her right, looking for the wall. Suddenly, intense pain shot through her as one of her antagonists struck her with a metal pipe behind her left leg. The leg collapsed and she fell to one knee.

As soon as she had dropped, the young heroine opened her eyes, hoping to find her attackers. But their advantage over the hobbled superheroine remained, and all was a blur. She looked about helplessly, her eyes streaming with tears, her exposed skin now burning as a result of its exposure to the chloropetamyn. She gritted her teeth and tried to rise yet again.

Her assailants used her blindness to close on the crimson-clad beauty. The heavy work boot of one of them connected with the side of her jaw, dropping her, leaving the blinded superheroine seated on the floor. They watched as her arms reached outward, seeking those who attacked her. In this, she continued to fail, as the Savoyards stayed out of her reach.

Suddenly, one of the gang members struck Crimson Flare from behind. The force of his fist on the back of her vinyl cowl drove her forward. She swayed now, still seated, still reaching out helplessly.

Another attacker placed himself directly in front of the blind champion. His blow to her head rocked the young woman, as she continued to sway. Her arms dropped to her sides, now useless against this unseen enemy. Her attacker hit the helpless avenger again.

Blood flowed freely from her broken lip. Her head drooped and fell against her chest. Her body continued to sway as she vigourously resisted losing consciousness.

Now she was lifted bodily from the floor as three men held up the helpless superheroine.

‘Release the bitch!’ the one who had taken the two shots at her commanded.

The men’s arms fell away, and Crimson Flare wobbled, barely standing, her knees bent.

‘This is something we’ve all been waiting for,’ he said, and a cheer went up from the men surrounding her. Even though she retained her superstrength, her consciousness was almost gone. She could not use her power, even to save herself.

He grabbed the front of her costume, bunching up the sequin-covered spandex in his fists. He pulled the stunned young woman directly to him. ‘So this is the powerful Crimson Flare.’

He spat her name with contempt. ‘America’s Darling. You’re going to be America’s Slut in a few hours.’ Then he shoved her backwards with all his strength, and she smashed into the metal outside wall of the vault.

Still, in her blindness, she tried to fight back. Seeking her tormentor, she reached out again. She found the arm of one of the gang members who had wandered too near. He was violently yanked off his feet, first pulled toward her, and then pushed in the direction of the voice she had just heard make the threats. The flailing body missed that voice, but plowed into another criminal, sending the two of them sprawling. One cried in pain when his shoulder was dislocated in the collision, the other lay unconscious.

Again, the Savoyards turned on the superheroine. Her victory was a brief one; her strength momentarily demonstrated only when she was given the opportunity to fight back. But she was still blind, and still surrounded by an unknown number of assailants. She was still fighting the weakness and dizziness induced by the gas. She was still unarmed.

Three of her attackers now leaped at their prize. Caught by surprise, she was quickly taken to the floor. Before she could call upon her strength to throw them off, the heroine was being kicked and punched by all around her. Unable to fight back, she now grunted and groaned as each fist and foot found its mark. Soon the pain was all she felt. Even her strength was no help to her any more.

The gang now pulled the barely conscious form of Mitropoulos’ savior to her feet. Helpless to resist, her wrists were tied, and, with that, her strength left her. The same man who had heaped scorn upon the heroine earlier now stood before her again. ‘What’s the matter, Crimson Flare? Not feeling a hundred percent? Why? Whatever could be the matter?’

They took turns taking a free shot at the powerless champion. She was tossed from one member to another, and each blow elicited an ever-weakening groan from the fading warrior. After only four blows she collapsed to the floor. She lay there, hands bound behind her back, laying on her right side with her right leg drawn up, its heel under her left knee. Blood still flowed from her broken lip, and a fresh cut seeped more blood just below her mask on her left cheek. For the first time, Crimson Flare had been defeated.

‘Let’s take care of this cunt,’ the leader ordered. ‘String her up.’

The unconscious heroine was now pulled up and her hands untied. The rope was looped around one wrist. She was carried to a room down the hall. There she was placed in the centre of the area, her arms were raised over her head and the rope tossed over two pipes that crossed the ceiling. The free end of the rope was secured around her other gloved wrist. Her small body hung, suspended from the pipes, the tips of her booted toes barely touching the floor. Finally, fresh ropes were tied around the shiny black leather at her ankles.