Defeat of Scarlet Lass

The Defeat of Scarlet Lass, Part the First.

 

A Story by “b4i4q”

 

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Lorelei Chase was an enigma. The well connected, and well endowed, heiress to the vast Chase fortune was and, at the same time, was not known for being a party girl. She would show up to some of the ‘right’ parties, but not others. No one knew why. And even when she did attend a party, she shied away from the attention, never doing drugs, or getting drunk, or having a ‘wardrobe malfunction.’

 

She partied, yet managed to maintain an air of respectability. Some of this restraint was justifiable due to her role in life. She was, after all, head of the Board of Directors of the mighty Chase Foundation, thus, Lorelei had to maintain a certain sense of decorum.

 

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The Chase Foundation was founded in 1930 by John Chase, who passed control on to his son John Chase, Jr. His children, John Chase, III and Meridian Chase Easterling were supposed to assume control next. Unfortunately, they and their spouses were killed in the tragic crash of their private jet during a winter storm in the French Alps.

 

So, control of the Foundation fell upon the grandchildren of John Chase, Jr., John III’s two daughters Lorelei and Kayla, and son Allan; and Meridian’s twin daughters Cheyenne and Shania.

 

So now the five of them, Lorelei, Kayla, and Allan Chase, along with their cousins, Cheyenne and Shania Easterling , suddenly found themselves as the entire Board of Directors of the mighty Chase Foundation. Of course like any multi-national, multi-billion dollar Foundation, day-to-day operations were run by the lawyers and accountants. This freed up the five to pursue other more ‘interesting’ activities.

 

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The enigma as to why and which parties Lorelei attended, though seemed to somehow be one of the incredible attractions about her. For the more she seemed to shun the party crowd, the more she was sought after as ‘the’ person to have in attendance.

 

With her stunning looks, her rich, red burgundy tresses, and her gorgeous endowments, no event seemed complete unless Lorelei made an appearance.

 

She would loved to have been able to go to every party that was held, but what the public didn’t know and nobody as of yet had made the connection, was that every time Lorelei missed a party, that same night the superheroine known as Scarlet Lass was making an appearance, and breaking up some nefarious criminal activity. You see, Lorelei Chase and Scarlet Lass were one in the same.

 

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But there was one event that she was not going to miss, the opening of the Chase Diamond Collection in the Chase Museum. This was in celebration of the Diamond Jubilee of the Chase Foundation.

 

It had been planned for over a year, but at the last minute, Lorelei wanted to display some of her personal collection. This was a surprise to everybody who worked at the Foundation, and was met with resistance by her insurance companies, but the Board of Directors agreed and insisted on the addition.

 

Her insurance companies were reluctant because they knew that the exhibition alone would bring out every criminal element there was in the city. Then to add part of her personal diamond collection would just be asking for trouble, especially after the incident at the Easterling Estate last month. Nothing was stolen but, still it was a strange incident none the less. Things were broken and security systems didn’t work.

 

They reasoned that every criminal from the lowest con artist all the way up to the mightiest supervillians would love to steal those diamonds, especially Jewell, the well known supervillianess and jewel thief. She loved diamonds more than anything.

 

And that’s precisely why Lorelei insisted on the addition to the exhibition. She thought that this would be a great opportunity to set a trap for Jewell.

 

Lorelei relieved some of the insurance company fears by assuring them that Scarlet Lass would probably be around to help with the protection.

 

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At the Chase Museum:

 

The Invitation Only Gala was an extravagant affair, and like anything that the Chase Foundation had anything to do with, it was spectacular.

 

There were search lights at the entrance, limos, red carpet, even the obligatory press line with Inside Edition, Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood, and even Ross the Intern from the Tonight Show, and so many photographers you would have thought that strobe lights had been set up.

 

It seemed that every ‘A’ list celebrity had accepted the invitation and showed up. Even some politicians in the area were invited. Nobody wanted to be left out in the cold on this one. Nobody that is except her siblings and cousins. They gave the appearance of being quite bored with all the hoopla. (“Why are people interested in bits of carbon that our great-grandfather dug up?” they told the press.) And besides they had other more pressing matters to attend to.

 

On the night of the gala, security was tighter than a presidential visit, but remarkably invisible. The heightened security had nothing to do with who was in attendance, but rather what was on display: an estimated $200 million worth of jewelry. The large value was based on not only what was on display within the Museum, but also all the bling worn on the wrists, ears, and around the necks of all the celebrities.

 

But as always happens, no matter how tight the security, there are always holes, and Jewell knew how to exploit holes.

 

Since practically every caterer in the area was hired for the event, it was simple enough for Jewell to contact one of her ‘friends’ to arrange to have two of her ‘personal assistants’ help work the event. That’s how Jewell had been able to steal all of those diamonds from the rich and famous.

 

She knew the layout because she had one of, if not both of her two assistants scoping out the inside. After the event, they would report back every detail about the place and the security precautions in question. The two could be ‘very’ persuasive. All it took was a blow job or some rug munching here or there and they knew all they needed to know in order for Jewell to be able to come back at the time of her choosing.

 

And so it would be this time as well.

 

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The Gala was a smashing success. Everybody loved it and it went on to the wee hours of the morning. Though bottles and bottles of Champaign and wine were consumed, Lorelei had very little. She knew that tonight would be the best time for Jewell to attempt to steal the diamonds.

 

The 6’ 00” (in heels) Lorelei looked radiant in her wispy, turquoise, taffeta designer dress, accented by matching blue crystal necklace, bracelet and earrings.

 

The halteresque dress was actually made of two pieces. The lower half was basically a waist wrap skirt that tied together at the hip and left a wide opening up the leg and was accented with ruffled and swirled edges. On the dance floor, the opening caught the air and the multiple layers, billowed nicely, making it look fuller than it really was. It made for a great party and dance dress.

 

The top piece wrapped around the neck like a halter, came down each side in the front to discretely cover her velvety, smooth, all natural 37C melons. (Chase women were blessed in that way.) The two ends then came together and were tied to the knot of the skirt. This left the back fully exposed, except for the single spaghetti strap that ran across the back and kept the material from just bunching up and being a dual piece of cloth laying down the center of her chest. It didn’t, thankfully, prevent the display on the sides of her ample endowments. And there was plenty to see in the front in the cleavage area. When she walked, it seemed that more skin was exposed than covered.

 

Everything was going along fine that evening; until Lorelei ‘sensed’ that something wasn’t right. She got the feeling right when a waiter was offering her an hors d’oeuvre. She looked up and saw his face as he turned to offer the plate to the gentleman who was talking to her. She froze as the recognition of who the server was sank in: Tazman. The memories of last month at the Easterling Estate came crashing back. . . . . . .

 

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The previous month at the Easterling Estate, there had been an incident at a cocktail party where some of the diamonds were on display. Well, it wasn’t really ‘in’ their mansion there; it was in the Chase Foundation House. The Easterling’s became part of the Chase Empire when Phillip Easterling married Meridian Chase, thus the Chase Foundation House was on the property of the Easterling Estate.

 

When someone mentioned Foundation House, there was no question as to what they were referring to.  It was an old historic, original Victorian styled house that Meridian had expanded and converted into a party house. That way they could throw a party but still have their own private house to retreat to. And once the Foundation took over operating and maintaining the building, it became a great tax write off.

 

They threw parties for everything and everyone: Make-a-Wish, Cancer Society, Diabetes Foundation, etc. And lots of fund raisers for the local symphony, Arts, and cultural activities. There were also Easter egg hunts, 4^th of July fireworks, Concerts in the Grove (an outdoors, summer concert series) and Halloween parties for the under privileged kids in the city. Even if the Easterling’s or the Chase’s, when they were alive, or their children didn’t make an appearance it was still a thrill to say you went to a party at Foundation House.

 

Tonight was no different. Tonight there was a concert at the Easterling Concert Hall in town and a pre-concert cocktail party was being held at Foundation House for the “Diamond Circle,” the organizing committee for the Diamond Jubilee.

 

Included in the night’s activities was a preview of some of the diamonds from the Chase Diamond Collection that would go on display the next month at the museum.

 

Lorelei Chase, as the honorary chair of the “Diamond Circle,” sent her regards saying she had another commitment, that commitment being to patrol the area as Scarlet Lass. The other Chase and Easterling children were off gallivanting somewhere, who knew where.

 

The party was an intimate affair with only a few dozen people in attendance

 

Scarlet stayed hidden on the grounds so that she could observe all of the attendees and caterers as they arrived and as they left. Except for the caterers, she knew all of them, so she wasn’t that concerned that any of them would try to steal any of the jewels. She was on the look out for any uninvited guests.

 

Nothing happened during the party, and soon all the patrons had left in their limos for the concert. Since all but one of the catering trucks had left, Scarlet Lass thought it would be a good time to make an appearance and check in with security to let them know that she had been there.

 

She walked up the front steps, into the reception lobby, and toward the little security desk where there sat a lone security guard.

 

Leaning back in a chair behind the desk with a little color TV on it, was what looked like an 18-year-old kid, wearing headphones, chewing gum and looking through a copy of the latest issue of “Scarlet Lass, The Comic Book.”

 

“ahhh, hummm,” said Scarlet, clearing her throat as she approached. Nothing.

 

“AHHHH, HMMMM,” she said louder standing right in front of the kid.

 

The security guard looked up startled. Standing before him was the one and only, real live, Scarlet Lass.

 

She was dressed in her French cut unitard, domino mask, belt, and wearing high heeled, red shoes. The initials “SL”, in red, blazed across the front of the 3” wide, gold belt. The unitard plunged to the middle of her back with the shoulder straps crisscrossing the back which resulted in ample arm holes. The front had a plunging neckline with a keyhole just between her ample breasts. The sparkling, red unitard was accented with swirls of white and blue. The blue one starting at her left shoulder, crossed her left breast, traveled down to her right hip around to her back, and preceded across and up the opposite strap to complete the swirl at her left shoulder. The white one was the opposite going from her right shoulder, crossing her right breast, intersecting the blue swirl just below the keyhole, and progressing around her left hip, and back up the other strap, continuing on to end at her shoulder again.

 

[She had wanted a cape, but her designer had said no. She had always reminded Scarlet of a certain soup Nazi she knew in town. She could still hear her sharp, crisp voice yelling at her, “No capes! Do you remember Thunderbutt? May 23rd, when his cape snagged on a boat! Iongirl! May 12th, . . . cape caught in a blender! Metadataman – hooked on an escalator! Dynamiteguy – a passing train snagged his! SplishSplash – got sucked into a toilet! All survived, but what a mess.” She wagged her finger at Scarlet  Lass and told her in her accented voice, “Noo Capes for yew!”]

 

Hanging down in the middle of the keyhole between her breasts was her famous, sparkling, clear crystal. This crystal was the source of her power and one of her weapons. As long as she was in physical contact or close proximity (within a few feet) to the crystal, she maintained her powers, which were her super strength and speed, and the ability to withstand physical punishment. The further away from it she got, the weaker she felt. Also, by holding the crystal to the forehead of a person, its powers would subdue them and compel them to answer questions truthfully.

 

Startled, the boy practically fell over backwards trying to get out of his chair. Stumbling to his feet, he tossed the comic book to the desk as he pulled the headphones off his ears and let them hang around his neck. As music continued to blare from them, he rushed around the little desk.

 

“May I help you?” he stammered looking at and speaking to her famously, ample bosom and crystal as he switched off his MP3 player.

 

“Hey kid . . . I’m up here,” she said sarcastically.

 

The boy sheepishly raised his eyes. “hnnn, hnnn, sorry . . .” he replied meekly.

 

“I was asked to help keep an eye out for any trouble, so I thought I’d stop by to make sure all the diamonds on display were ok. Where are the other guards?” she said looking around.

 

“I’m it,” said the squeaky voiced rent-a-cop security guard, taking the opportunity to check our her bosom again. He couldn’t believe that standing in front of him was the woman about whom he’d had many fantasies, including some rather nasty ones.

 

“YOU?!?” looking back at the kid.

 

Snapping his head back up quickly, he replied, “Yeah.”

 

“And you’re guarding everything?” she asked incredulously.

 

“It’s all electronic. My boss is cheap. Instead of hiring more guards, we installed a temporary alarm system on the cases. If an alarm goes off it sends a signal to my laptop here. He’s so cheap, I have to use my own.”

 

“Then what do you do?” she asked.

 

“I was told to check it out and use my cell phone to call it in only if needed. With all the people here, he was afraid of sending false alarms to the cops every time a display was touched. And he was right. I’ve had several false alarms from drunken guests accidentally touching a display. I’m mainly here to check it out and just reset the alarm.”

 

Just then the voice of Darth Vader came from the laptop, “I sense a disturbance in The Force.”

 

“There’s another one,” he said rolling his eyes. “Back to the Study.”

 

“I’ll go with you,” she said. They turned the corner out of the entrance way and walked down the long hallway and turned into an alcove.

 

As both of them approached the Study door, it opened and the two of them were confronted by one of the catering staff. The man looked up and was startled to see the famous Scarlet Lass. Sweat broke out on his brow.

 

“An alarm went off. Did you touch a case?” she said sternly.

 

“Uuhhh . . . No . . . I mean, yes . . . I . . . was just . . . cleaning up near one of the cases and admiring the ‘ice’ on display. I must have accidentally tripped the alarm,” he said as he fidgeted. The name on his vest said Tazman. “Sorry about that.”

 

Scarlet sensed something was amiss. She knew that ‘ice’ very often was how criminals referred to diamonds.

 

“Why don’t we go back into the study. I’ll help you and make sure you don’t ‘accidentally’ disturb any more displays. Shall we?” she said waving her arm back toward the door. “I’ll take it from here. Go back to your post and turn off the alarm,” Scarlet said, dismissing out of hand the 18-year-old.

 

“Ok Scarlet Lass,” the boy said. As he started back to the foyer, he couldn’t help but turn to check out Scarlet’s backside as they entered the study. “Man, that’s one fine piece of ass,” he thought to himself.

 

After closing the door, inside the study, she said, “Now, which display did you ‘accidentally’ touch?”

 

“Uhhh, that one over there,” Tazman replied.

 

Scarlet turned and as they started to walk over to the case, Tazman grabbed a small vase off of an end table. “Yeah, it’s that one over there.” He raised the vase and brought it down crashing onto her skull. The vase shattered.

 

Scarlet Lass winced, turned and with a scowl on her face said, “Not smart, you creep. That was a 500 year old vase.” Scarlet punched him in the stomach.

 

“Ooofff” erupted out of Tazman’s lips as he doubled over. She then kicked him in the chest which caused him to do a complete back flip and land face down on the floor. She went over and picked him up by the collar and the belt and heaved him across the room, where he landed on one of the couches. The soft landing allowed Tazman to catch his breath.

 

As Scarlet approached, he jumped up and tackled her in the belly, forcing her back and sending them both to the floor with Tazman on top. He quickly sat up and sitting on her legs, he started punching her stomach.

 

“Let’s see how you like being hit there,” he said as he laid a quick right, left, right combination to her gut.

 

“Stop it,” she giggled, “It tickles.” She then took her fist and hit him across the jar dislodging him and sending him flying to the ground.

 

“Enough,” she said as she got up. She went over and picked up Tazman by the collar again and threw him so that he landed on a couch again. She pulled up an ottoman and sat in front of the dazed man. Tazman sat there, stretching his jaw, and trying to clear his head.

 

“Now, you’re going to tell me exactly what’s going on,” she said as she pulled her crystal from between her breasts and leaning forward, held it to his forehead. Tazman felt weak as soon as the crystal touched him.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“My name is Tazman,” he replied in a submissive fashion.

 

“Did you steal any diamonds?”

 

“No, I didn’t take nothing. I told you, I accidentally touched a display.”

 

“Hmmm. My crystal compels you to tell the truth, so it has to be true. So, why did you attack me, if you haven’t stolen anything?”

 

“I was supposed to only check out the ‘ice’ on display tonight. I was clumsy and accidentally tripped the alarm. I knew I could bluff the kid, but when I saw you, I panicked, I just wanted to get away. My mistress is going to be very angry with me.”

 

She leaned back and in so doing, removed the crystal from his forehead. Tazman felt like himself again.

 

“Ah ha. Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said. She leaned in, applied the crystal and he felt weak again. “You’re not here to steal, you’re too clumsy to do even simple recon, and your mistress will now be angry with you. You’re obviously too low on the totem pole to be the actual real brains. So, who are you working for and who is your mistress?”

 

“Jewell.”

 

Scarlet leaned back and in so doing, again removed the crystal from his forehead. Tazman felt strong again.

 

“Of course, I should have known.”

 

She leaned in to place the crystal on his forehead again, but this time Tazman was ready. He quickly slapped her hand with the crystal. Both heads turned to follow the crystal as it sailed through the air, and watched as it landed and skipped across the floor, stopping just in front of the Study door.

 

“How dare you!” shouted Scarlet as she felt her powers leaving her. As she turned back to Tazman, he let fly with a right cross to her jaw.

 

“Owwwwww, that hurts,” cried Scarlet grabbing her face as her head snapped to her right.

 

“Good. How does this feel?” And with that he leaned back, picked up his foot and kick/shoved her in the breast.

 

“Owww, my breast,” she yelled as she grabbed at her breast as the force bowled her over off of the ottoman and onto her back.

 

“How does it feel to be on the receiving end now?” Getting up off the couch, he came around and grabbed her by the hair with his left hand. “On your feet, bitch.”

 

“Owww. Let go, you’re hurting me.”

 

“Doesn’t tickle now, does it?” he said as he dragged her to her feet and punched her in the stomach. He was right, it didn’t tickle.

 

“Offffff,” she exhaled as she doubled over and grabbed her belly. “Owwww. How dare you!" she cried as he pulled her head back up.

 

He placed his hands over her massive tits and shoved her straight backwards. "No! Aaiieee!" Scarlet Lass fell backwards over the ottoman again, her arms cart wheeling as she landed between the ottoman and the opposite couch, her arms and legs splayed out in all directions.

 

Anger flashed in her eyes. “All right, enough of playtime,” she spat. She jumped up and charged at him, but without her crystal, she was slower than before. He easily side stepped the lunge and karate chopped her across her upper back sending her sprawling on to the floor again, knocking the wind out of her. She staggered to her feet trying to catch her breath as he approached her.

 

“Oh, playtime has just begun,” he sneered as he swung his arm around and landed a ‘cloths line’ hit to her upper chest and neck. She went flying backwards and landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her again. Thud.

 

She grabbed her throat as she coughed and wheezed as she lay there trying to catch her breath.

 

“Come on, get up,” he said as he grabbed her by the hair again. As he started leading her around in a circle, faster and faster, she tried to keep up but she could never get her feet under herself.

 

After a few rotations he let go and let her fly toward the couch. She hit the couch and continued on over the back, sprawling face first on an oriental throw rug. She glanced up and saw her crystal lying on the floor by the door.

 

“I’ve got to get my crystal,” she thought to herself as she struggled to get to her knees and crawl toward it.

 

“Not so fast Scarlet Lass,” Tazman chuckled. He walked around the couch to the crawling superheroine and grabbed her by the ankle. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said as he easily dragged her back to the other side of the couch, the rug acting like a sled on the polished wood floor.

 

“As I said, playtime has only begun.” He dropped her ankle and sat on her butt. He then reached up and grabbing the shoulder straps, he pulled them down over her shoulders. She tried to bring her feet back to kick him but he was just out of range.

 

“NOOOO,” she screamed, hoping that the security kid would hear her. “Why doesn’t he come back to check on us?” she wondered.

 

As the suit came off her shoulders, he bunched it up and pulled in on the slack, effectively pinning her arms to her sides. He then grabbed the back of the belt, which came off with a ripping sound as it was only attached with Velcro. He slid it out from under her, tossed it to the side, and repositioned himself so that he was sitting on her back facing her feet, and he kept her arms pinned to her sides with his knees.

 

“Oh, my chest,” she moaned, feeling pressure on her 37’s.

 

He then peeled the suit the rest of the way down her body. He rolled her suit over her butt and down her kicking legs. When it was clumped around her ankles, he pulled it tight which forced her legs up toward him. He then wrapped it around her ankles and in between her legs. This effectively tied her up at the ankles.

 

“Stop it this instance, you fiend. How dare you take my uniform off,” she yelled at him as she struggled to get up.

 

He turned around quickly and before she could do much, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the small of her back. There he secured them together by wrapping her belt around her wrists and securing it with its own Velcro.

 

He got off of her and to signify that he was done, he reached up and brought his hand down fast and hard on her tushy.

 

SMACK!

 

“OWWWWW, you despicable fiend. That hurt,” she cried. “But it did feel kind of nice. Must not let it show that I liked that,” she thought to herself.

 

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees saying, “On your knees. I don’t have a gag, so let’s see if I can’t find something else to stuff in that loud mouth of yours.”

 

“Ow, ow, ow, please, that hurts,” she whimpered.

 

Kneeling on the oriental rug made it easy enough for him to drag her by the hair and slide her over in front of the couch again. There he stood in front of her and unzipped his pants.

 

“Oh, you’re disgusting,” she said looking away.

 

He dropped them to his ankles. As he sat down, spreading his knees, he grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her forward.

 

“Ow, ow, ow, please don’t, it hurts. I’ll be good,” she whimpered.

 

“Yeah I know. I think you’ll be more than good, honey. Hmmm, I think I’ll leave the mask on though. It adds something to the mystique. Now, let’s get that mouth of yours busy, shall we?” he smirked as he pulled her head down.

 

“NO, oh gawd, no. Don’t make me do that,” she cried. “Ggngnoon . . .” was all that came out of her throat a second later as Tazman’s massive tool entered her mouth.

 

She continued to try and berate him, but now it was only a buzzing mumble. Tazman actually liked the feel of it. The vibrations she set up by mumbling actually stimulated him even more.

 

“Yeah, that’s it Scarlet Lips, suck it on down,” he said as he started to pump in and out of her mouth.

 

Hearing those words, she involuntarily redoubled her efforts and started to really use her tongue to swirl around the underside and the head. This stimulated him even more and he grew harder and harder as she sucked and tongued him. “Man, she’s really going at it, like she wants to do this,” he thought to himself.

 

Scarlet gagged and coughed as his monster member went in and out. The bound superheroine tried to think about something other than what he was doing to her, and more importantly what it was doing to her body. But it was almost impossible not to notice the wetness she was starting to feel between her legs. She knew that if she didn’t get it under control fast, it would overwhelm and defeat her. “Must get it under control. Every time I climax, I get weaker,” she thought to herself.

 

He was so excited from defeating Scarlet Lass that very soon, his cock began to twitch and he grabbed both sides of her head and increased his speed as he neared climax. As he started to take quick shallow breaths, Scarlet realized that he was about to cum.

 

Tazman suddenly pushed his hips up as he pulled her head down hard. He then quickly pulled her head back up. Right when he exited her mouth, he exploded in orgasm.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” he let out as he arched his back and blew his load all over Scarlet’s face, mask, and into her still open mouth. “Yes, swallow it all, slut,” he said looking down at her cum covered face.

 

“Awwww, mnnnggnngnmmm,” was all she could manage to moan, as she attempted to swallow the part of the load that filled her mouth.

 

“Good girl. That’s a mighty fine mouth. Well, it makes sense that superheroines would have super mouths. Let’s see if you have a super cunt, too, shall we?” he commanded. He pushed her back so that she was forced to support herself on her hands behind her back, as he got up and pulled his pants up. He pushed Scarlet forward face down onto the couch and untied her ankles. She tried to wipe her face on the sofa. She got some of it off, but the rest ended up being smeared all over her entire face.

 

SMACK. He let his hand fly with another swat to her bottom.

 

“OWwwwwww. Please no more,” she pleaded.

 

“Oh your feet,” he barked as he grabbed her by the elbow and half picked and half dragged her to her feet. He forced the dazed superheroine around to the back of the couch.

 

“Please don’t spank me again. I’ll be a good girl. Wasn’t I good just now? I didn’t bite you, did I?” she asked. “Why am I saying those things,” she thought.

 

“Hmmm. That’s strange talk for a supposedly dominant superheroine,” he thought to himself. “I’ll have to remember this.”

 

He leaned her forward against the back of the couch and pushed her so that she was bent face first over the couch, then he kicked her ankles apart, and dropped his pants again.

 

He positioned himself between her spread legs, and aligned his still hard member with her pussy. He grabbed her waist with one hand and with the other he grabbed himself and started brushing the head lightly over her tender nether lips. His head brushed back and forth, as moans escaped her lips. This started her juices flowing and made her slit nice and wet. She was startled when he rubbed it against her clit and then inserted the head slowly into her vagina. The wetness made it slide in, but her muscles prevented him from completely entering her easily.

 

“Please, please no,” She exclaimed trying to tightly squeeze shut her pussy muscles.

 

But he would not be stopped. Once positioned, he increased his grip on her waist, and he pulled back on her slowly, at the same time that he pushed his hips forward.

 

“Uhhh . . .” she gasped at the initial thrust which only entered an few inches. “Awww . . . too . . . big . . .” she pleaded as she felt him grip harder and start to exert more pressure on the muscles she was trying desperately to keep shut. He leaned forward, reached under her and pinched her right nipple. This caused her to react and she lost all concentration for a split second. That was all he needed to allow his member to fully enter her vagina. “Aaaaiiiiieeee, uuhhhhhh” was all that escaped her cum soaked lips as she tried in vain to wiggle free.

 

“Oh yeah, do that again,” he said with a smile. “It feels good when you do that.”

 

“Owwww, pull it out, it hurts,” she moaned. But a terrible thought entered her brain, “Man, I got to admire him, he can recover fast. Oh my God, it’s like I can’t stop it. He’s going to make me cum, too.”

 

Incredibly, Scarlet felt his member getting harder as he started pumping faster and worse she started to feel that sensation building in her body that told her she was on a collision course with an orgasm.

 

He increased the tempo of his strokes, hammering her pussy from behind with his long, thick erection. Her body, already weakened from the forced blow job, began to betray her and she started moving in rhythm with his thrusts.

 

“Oh, gawd, please, no,” she again pleaded as she felt the orgasm rising nearer and nearer to the surface. She bit her lower lip as Tazman intensified his actions as they both started the rush toward climax. She tired to wiggle free but with her arms behind her back, she had no leverage to dislodge him.

 

“My only hope is that security kid. Where is he?” she thought as she prayed that the security kid would come back and check on them.

 

She felt every stroke throughout her body from her toes to deep within her breasts. It continued to rise higher and higher until she was on the verge of exploding. A few more strokes and she would explode. Tazman gave them to her.

 

At that very moment, the front security desk was empty. The security kid was down the opposite hall, in the restroom and all you heard in there was the sound of his voice echoing in the stall, “oh yeah . . . come on . . . oh . . . oh . . . yeah, Scarlet Lass . . . yeah . . . suck on my cock . . . almost there . . . yes . . . YES . . . AHHHHHhhhhhhhh.”

 

Simultaneously, Tazman and Scarlet also reached nirvana so that the three of them climaxed together in a massive unison release of pent up sexual energy.

 

Tazman body stiffened and he plunged hard and deep into her. “AHHHHHH,” he screamed as he exploded, discharging yet another load, this one deep within her pussy.

 

“GGGGAAAWWDDDGGGGNNNNN,” was all she screamed as her body betrayed her and she exploded from within, arching her back. Her body continued to betray her as she felt her pussy involuntarily try to squeeze every drop possible out of his twitching organ.

 

“Oh, gawd, no . . .” she whimpered as her muscles relaxed and her head and body collapsed forward. She lay there, impaled on him, twitching lightly.

 

“Not so strong without your precious crystal are you?” he taunted after a minute or so and he had caught his breath.

 

“When I have my crystal, . . . I can withstand almost . . . anything because I don’t . . . feel pain.”

 

He raised his hand and brought it down on her hind quarter.

 

SMACK.

 

“Can you feel me now? Good,” he joked as he pumped his still hard member within her pussy again.

 

“OWWW . . . Ahhh, haaa. Please stop. If I cum too much, in theory I may lose all my powers,” she begged gasping for air.

 

“Well, why don’t we see if we can’t put theory into practice,” replied Taz as he started to go at her again. “I’m going to fuck you stupid.”

 

“Oh, gawd, no . . .” Scarlet whimpered as she realized that he still hadn’t deflated and was about to do her again. She bit her lip and closed her eyes trying to stave off a second approaching orgasm that she suddenly felt rising.

 

Just then the door opened and in walked the security guard. “I thought I’d check to see . . . huh what’s this?” the guard stammered seeing Scarlet’s crystal on the floor. Bending over, he picked it up. Standing back up, he surveyed the room, and was greeted by the sight of Scarlet Lass, naked with hands bound, bent over the back of a couch as Tazman was drilling her from behind. His jaw dropped to the floor and he froze.

 

Taz looked over his shoulder toward the door, which was just enough to break his rhythm. Scarlet used the distraction to first bend up at the waist, then quickly bend forward, jutting her butt back and outwards. At the same moment, she also relaxed her pussy muscles. The massive bump from her butt forced the distracted Tazman to take a small step backwards. This was just enough to dislodge his member which easily slid from her sopping wet pussy.

 

“The crystal. Give me the crystal, NOW,” Scarlet yelled lifting herself off the back of the couch and turning around.

 

The guard, still dumbfounded, just stood there gaping at the bound, naked superheroine. “Taking her from behind. That dogg. SWEET,” he thought.

 

Tazman reacted first and seizing his chance, grabbed her breasts and pushed Scarlet backwards. She flew over the couch and onto the floor between the couch and the ottoman. He pulled up his pants and ran out the door, knocking the still flabbergasted guard to the floor. As he hit the ground, he lost grip of the crystal and it slid under an end table.

 

Scarlet struggled, to pick herself up off the floor, and finally managed to get first on to her knees and then on to her feet.

 

The guard was just getting to his feet as the naked Scarlet came running around the couch toward him.

 

“Untie me, QUICK, jerk” she screamed.

 

She turned her backside to him and extended her bound wrists. “HURRY,” she yelled at the kid as he fumbled with the belt, all the time looking at her fabulous tush. “Yep, as I said before, that’s one fine looking ass,” he thought to himself.

 

After she was freed, she bent down and grabbed her crystal from under the table. As she arose with her back still toward him, she closed her eyes and clasped it with both hands tightly between her breasts. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt her powers returning. “Ahhhhh.”

 

After her powers had almost fully returned, she turned and with a look of disgust on her face. She sneered at the rent-a-cop kid and said, “Thanks, schmuck. If you’d thrown me my crystal, I could have stopped him.”

 

Looking at her face and mask during her tirade, he realized that it was smeared with something. When she was done, she stormed over to the couch to get her discarded uniform. The guard stared at the just fucked, buck naked superheroine, as she started to put her uniform back on.

 

“Was that cum?” he wondered. Then a thought hit him, “Man, a fuck AND a blow job. That lucky son-of-a-bitch. I wonder how I could get a piece of that,” thought the 18 year-old guard as he watched her dress.

 

“What are you looking at, twerp?” she scolded. “Give a girl some privacy, would ya?”

 

A smile crossed his lips as he quickly turned and left.

 

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That was a month ago.

 

Tazman recognized Lorelei from the entertainment magazines, but didn’t recognize her as her alter-ego, Scarlet Lass. He finished serving the other gentleman and turned to move on to other guests.

 

“Lorelei? Are you alright?” the distinguished, grey haired older man asked.

 

“Huh? Oh I’m sorry. Won’t you excuse me. I just remembered that I’m leaving on a trip tomorrow and so must leave.” she said. She was actually grateful for finding an excuse for leaving the overly flirtatious gentleman who seemed to be spending most of his time putting his arm around her, trying to cop a feel of her heinie, while looking down into the cleavage of her ample bosom.

 

She quickly slid out a side exit unnoticed and left the party to return to her own mansion on the property so that she could change into Scarlet Lass.

 

A few minutes later, Scarlet Lass rode up to the back entrance on her motorcycle. That way she could avoid the paparazzo’s and entered from the rear.

 

Heads turned and a noticeable new buzz was in the air as she worked her way through the crowd making a beeline for the server. Tapping him on the shoulder, he turned.

 

“Hi, remember me?” she sneered with a stern expression on her face.

 

Taz dropped the plate of hors d’oeuvres and tried to make a break for it, knocking into guests and other servers alike, scattering plates, guests, and drinks in his wake. She followed him and easily caught up with him in the foyer. Grabbing him by the collar and belt, she picked him up and spun him around over her head and sent him flying through the air

 

He landed with a kerthunk at the feet of the police chief who was leading the crowd that was following them.

 

“Saint’s preserve us, Scarlet Lass.” Said the chief. (Hmmmm, are all police chiefs Irish?) “What did he do?”

 

“This was the guy that got away at the Easterling Estate last month. Could you take him in Chief?”

 

“On what charge, Scarlet Lass? Nothing was reported stolen from the estate,” asked the Chief.

 

“RA . . . uh, breaking and entering . . . attempted theft, any of a dozen things? I was there when an alarm went off, remember?”

 

“Yes, but again, what charge? He didn’t break in and the security kid said that false alarms were going off all night, so it’s only your word against his.”

 

“What about the 500 year old broken vase? He broke it. Didn’t that have any value?”

 

“No, the kid reported that it accidentally was broken during the clean up after the cocktail party. I asked the Foundation lawyers about that. They put a rider in their insurance policies that keeps them at three times the current fair market value, for accidental breakage, but only current market value for loss due to intent or theft. After what the security kid reported, the insurance paid up for accidental breakage.”

 

Continuing he said, “The lawyers were quite pleased since they made a profit. If he did intentionally break it, the Foundation would have to file the charges. If they do that, they have to give the insurance money back, since it wasn’t accidental. If we prosecute him and win, the insurance would only pay current prices, the rest the Foundation would have to sue to collect from this guy. I don’t think he makes enough to cover the difference.”

 

He continued, “Unless something else happened that night that no one is talking about, there’s not much I can do.”

 

She thought back and remembered how the evening ended . . .

 

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At the end, as she was leaving, after spending 20 or so minutes in the restroom cleaning herself up, she approached the kid to apologies for calling him names and blaming him for letting Tazman escape. She also wanted to make sure that he conveniently forgot, and would not report to anybody, what he saw when he entered the Study.

 

He was just sitting there, staring intently at the little color TV as she walked up to him.

 

“What’s this, watching Cartoon Network on cable TV?”

 

“No. Something much more adult.”

 

Before she could ask him what, she heard Tazman’s voice say, “Now, let’s get that mouth of yours busy, shall we?,” and her own voice reply, “NO, oh gawd, no. Don’t make me do that . . .Ggngnoon . . .” Her eyes jumped to the TV monitor. Her jaw dropped to the floor.

 

There on the screen, in glorious color, was Scarlet Lass on her knees giving Tazman the blow job.

 

“Oh my gawd! IT’S ON TAPE? Where did that come from?”

 

“It’s the security tape.”

 

“What security tape?” she said with surprise. “There are no camera’s here.”

 

“My company was instructed by the insurance companies to take every precaution to safe guard the diamonds on display. As I told you, my boss is cheap. So in addition to the alarms, he had me install a temporary spy camera, again instead of more guards. I installed it this afternoon. I’ll take it out before I leave,” he replied, still watching.

 

“I’ll be ruined! You must destroy that tape,” she pleaded excitedly as she watched the screen and saw Tazman explode all over her face. She winced at the memory.

 

The kid swiveled his chair around to confront the standing superheroine. His confidence was sky high. “In exchange for what?” he smirked.

 

Realizing that he was leading up to something, she said looked down at him and asked, “Wha . . . What do you want?”

 

A smile appeared on his lips as he said that he would report only the first part of their encounter with Tazman, would report that the vase was ‘accidentally’ broken during the clean up, and that he wouldn’t ever tell a soul what he saw when he entered the Study.

 

“And the security tape?”

 

“It will be destroyed.”

 

“So, what do you want in exchange for all of this generosity?”

 

“The best blow job you ever gave,” he said, drawing out each word.  When he finished, he smiled, leaned back, and interlaced his fingers behind his head.

 

“WHAT?!? That’s outrageous. That’s blackmail. No way, you pervert.”

 

“Yeah, and you also think I’m a jerk, a schmuck, and a twerp. Well, maybe, but I’m not the superheroine who got herself nailed and worked over real good tonight by one of the catering staff, now am I?” he said leering at her with a sadistic smile.

 

His expression changed to one of carefree bliss, as he continued with a lilt in his voice, “But makes no difference to me, you see, my shift is over, and I’m supposed to give the security tape to my boss. Why don’t we let him decide who the pervert is, shall we? I’m sure he’d LOVE to review the tape.”

 

“NO,” she exclaimed.

 

“Ok then. I can either tell him that we had problems tonight with the system and there is no tape. After all, it WAS a quick install, and I MIGHT not have installed the system properly. Or I can turn the tape over to him. Your call,” he said with a smirk.

 

He could almost see the wheels turning in her brain as she looked at the TV again and this time the monitor showed her bent over the couch with Tazman drilling her from behind.

 

Without moving her eyes from the screen, she asked with disgust, “How do I know that the tape will be destroyed?”

 

“I’ll . . . I’ll give it to you. You can burn it yourself. Hey, I may be a perv, but you can trust me,” he said.  She looked back at him as he raised his hand. “I swear that you can have all of the tapes from tonight to do with as you please AFTER you’re done. Scouts honor.”

 

“You’re sick,” she spat out.

 

“One other thing, I want to hear you say that you’re doing this of your own free will. Humor me, please?” he asked with a pout as he realized that he had her.

 

“Whatever,” was her disgusted reply as she started to kneel down in front of him, indicating her reluctant acquiescence to his demands. While she was dropping first to one knee and then the other, she didn’t see him reach over and press a button on a small remote unit.

 

“I’ll make it really good for you, ok? What’s your name?”

 

“Woody.”

 

“Ok . . .” she huffed with a deep exhalation. Her expression softened up as she said in a sultry voice, “Please Woody, let me give you a blow job and suck on your dick?”

 

“Well, if you insist,” he said with a smile. She was playing along better than he had hoped. As she reached up to start unbuckling his belt and to pull his zipper down, he thought, “Yes, you can have the tape. Why would I want a tape of some other guy getting a blow job? I’ve already downloaded it onto my laptop.”

 

His earlier trip to the restroom had been a relief, but ever since he had seen her in the Study, he had a hardon that wouldn’t quit. As she pulled his pants down it sprang to attention and stood straight up.

 

“Besides, an .mpg of you in uniform giving ME a blow job is much better,” he thought as he looked up to see the tiniest glow of a red light indicating that the hidden security camera aimed at his desk, that he had just spent the last 15 minutes installing, was downloading onto his laptop. An evil smile crossed his lips as he watched her lean forward, open her mouth, and fully engulf his manhood. “Oh gawd, it feels better than I thought it would,” he thought as he felt her lips close around his shaft and then start to move up and down on it, with her tongue swirling all around.

 

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“ARRRGH!” she screamed at the Chief out of frustration and memory. “Well, his presence here indicates that Jewell is looking to steal these diamonds, so let me question him a bit first, then you can do with him what you want,” she practically spat at him.

 

Scarlet Lass dragged the dazed Tazman to his feet and holding onto his collar, marched him to the back where the caterers were located.

 

“I need an area where I can talk to this man,” Scarlet announced to no one in particular.

 

“I can help you,” a tall, lithe stunning looking blonde said. “What do you need?”

 

“A private area and a couple of chairs.”

 

“Right this way.” The tall blonde grabbed a couple of the folding party chairs and led Scarlet and her captive to the back to one of the supply tents. “I think this will be private enough for you. Will this area do?” she asked as she started to unfold the chairs in the 10 ft x 10 ft tent. The tent was lined with temporary racks that held all sorts of culinary desert delights and concoctions.

 

“Yes, it will be fine, thanks. Close the flap on your way out, please.” Turning toward Tazman, she said, “You know the drill, sit down.”

 

Tazman tried to sit in the chair by the opening where they had just entered from. “Not in that chair, the other one,” she said sternly. Scarlet sat in the chair facing him but with her back to the tent flap. She unhooked the crystal and stared to bring it to Tazman’s forehead, when the blonde reentered.

 

“Knock, knock. I hope I’m not disturbing, but I need to get one of the desserts,” she said.

 

“Go ahead,” Scarlet sneered. She didn’t pay any attention to her as she brought her crystal to Tazman’s forehead and he relaxed. “Now, after our encounter last month, I presume that, again, this isn’t your caper but Jewell’s, correct,” she queried him.

 

Meanwhile, the blonde had gone over to a tray and picked up a large lemon meringue pie.

 

“Yes, we’re scoping out the place for Jewell,” he replied as the blonde turned and started to leave, holding the pie in one hand.

 

“We?” she asked, but before she could say anything else, the blonde hit Scarlet right in the face with the pie.

 

SPLAT!

 

Meringue and lemon filling flew everywhere, and coated her upper body, but most importantly, it blinded Scarlet and knocked the crystal away from Tazman’s head. He quickly slapped the crystal away as he had done before, while the blonde pushed on Scarlet’s shoulder, knocking her and the chair over onto the ground. Scarlet was feeling her power drain before she hit the ground.

 

“Come on, Taz, let’s get out of here,” the blonde commanded Tazman.

 

“Thanks, Juli,” he replied.

 

He quickly joined her and the two of them ran out of the tent.

 

Scarlet tried to wipe the pie filling from her face and mask, but was not very successful. After a few minutes she had cleared her eyes enough to look around and spot her crystal. She crawled over to it and reattached it to its meringue covered hook between her breast. As she did, she felt her powers return.

 

“Well, at least I confirmed that Jewell is after the diamonds. Since the two of them were just scoping out the place, Jewell probably won’t try anything tonight. I’d best be on guard though tomorrow night,” thought Scarlet as she sat on the ground and continued to wipe her face and flick the meringue off her fingers.

 

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Back at Jewell’s hideout:

 

“I should be angry with you for almost getting caught. I told you to be more careful tonight. You knew that Scarlet would probably be there. You should have worn a disguise,” shouted Jewell as she let the riding crop fly. It landed right on Tazman’s buttocks.

 

SNAP.

 

“Yeow!” he cried. “I’m sorry, mistress.”

 

His pants were around his ankles and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. Both of them were bent over leaning onto a table with their derrieres fully exposed.

 

“You’re lucky Juli was backing you up tonight.” She let the riding crop fly towards Juli’s delicately smooth posterior.

 

SNAP.

 

Juli grit her teeth, closed her eyes and let out only the slightest reaction with a smile, “mmmm.”

 

Tazman and Juli had been in this position ever since they had reported back to Jewell what had happened that night. Both derrieres were starting to glow a bright shade of pink.

 

“On the other hand, you were able to bring Scarlet Lass out into the open and confirm that she is involved. Therefore, I think it’s safe to assume that this is really a trap set up to snare me,” she said musing to herself as she slapped the riding crop into the palm of her hand. “I believe I can use this to my advantage.”

 

“Yes, why don’t I turn this around and instead of her trapping me, I trap her? I know that she’s waiting for me, and, more importantly, I know what her Achilles Heal is, her crystal, or more appropriately, her lack of the crystal is her Achilles Heal. All I have to do is separate her from her crystal, then she’ll be mine,” she said with sinister glee.

 

Turning to her two minions, she said, “Do a good job tomorrow night and I might let you two help me break Scarlet Lass when we get her back here. Fail me and you’ll both regret it,” letting the riding crop fly. First landing one on Tazman,

 

SNAP.

 

“OWWW.”

 

and then landing another one on Juli.

 

SNAP.

 

“mmmmm.”

 

“Stand up. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

 

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The next night, inside the Museum:

 

“You know what to do,” Jewell said to the Juli and Tazman. The two spread out and since they were both wearing skin tight, black spandex, cat suits, they quickly disappeared into the shadows of the darkened Museum.

 

“Now let’s have a look at those precious, Chase family jewels,” she said as she strode into the exhibition hall. Her eyes lit up and she froze as she saw . . . absolutely nothing. She checked each case, but every single diamond case was empty. None of the jewels were anywhere to be found.

 

“So, where did that bimbo hide the jewels?” Jewell said out loud, dropping the velvet bag she carried to her feet.

 

“Loose something?”

 

Jewell turned at the sound of Scarlet Lass’s voice. There in the middle of the hall stood Scarlet Lass standing in the classic superheroine pose with feet apart and her fists on her hips.

 

“Well, if it isn’t my old nemesis, Scarlet Lass. What are you doing here?”

 

“I could ask you the same thing, but I know why you’re here, to steal the Chase Diamonds,” she replied.

 

“But there are no diamonds so I haven’t stolen anything. So what are you going to arrest me for?” Jewell asked with a pout in her lips.

 

“Breaking and entering for one, attempted burglary for another, conspiracy to commit burglary. Shall I go on?” she said as she slowly started to approach the villainess.

 

“Oh, and I presume I’ll ‘pay for my crimes’ by languishing in a prison cell?” she lamented as she turned and brought the back of her wrists to her forehead in fake anguish.

 

Meanwhile, Taz and Juli had come out of the shadows and were sneaking up behind the superheroine, the conversation masking their approaching foot steps. Taz had another vase in his hand.

 

“You and your cohor . . .” She never finished.

 

CRASH!

 

Scarlet winced and turned toward him. “Not this again! Didn’t you learn anything from last month?” she said as she punched him in the stomach.

 

“Ooofff” erupted out of Tazman’s lips as he doubled over. She then kicked him in the chest which caused him to do a complete back flip and land face down on the floor, just like last month.

 

Jewell winced and looked away, “Ohh, that’s gonna hurt in the morning.”

 

With Scarlet’s leg up in the air, she was now in a vulnerable position. Juli charged her from the side and let fly a round house kick to the back of the knee of her supporting leg. Scarlet collapsed like a sack full of potatoes on to the polished marble floor.

 

“Ohhhh, you want to play, too?” asked Scarlet sarcastically before trying to get up.

 

“Get her,” screamed Jewell keeping her distance and letting her assistants do the dirty work.

 

Juli and Taz both jumped on Scarlet trying to pin her to the floor. After a brief struggle, she threw out her arms and legs and both of them went flying backwards, landing with a thud.

 

Jewell winced again, “Ohh, that’s gonna hurt, too.”

 

Scarlet sprang to her feet, and tossed her long, flowing red hair angrily behind her. “You’re making me mad,” she said through gritted teeth.

 

Jewell’s two minions got to their feet and started circling Scarlet like lions after a prey, on opposite sides of her.

 

Scarlet assumed a defensive pose and started looking back and forth at the two, rotating herself so as to keep her hands pointed in the direction of them at all times.

 

As they circled they slowly closed the circle in. Scarlet lunged at them a couple of times, but they jumped back. Finally when they were near enough and while Scarlet was watching Juli, Taz signaled Juli with a nod. He then leapt and grabbed Scarlet’s wrist. This brought her attention back to him, which allowed Juli to leap forward and grab her other wrist. The two held on with all their might, as Tazman let fly a side kick into her belly.

 

It landed hard with a whump, but as before, it didn’t phase her.

 

Scarlet just shook her head in disgust. “Let me give you two a hand,” she said as she pulled her arms around in front of her, bashing the two together like cymbals.

 

Crashing into each other, the two crumpled to the ground. Scarlet stepped between the bodies on the ground and bent over and grabbed Juli by the left arm.

 

“Come on little girl, had enough?” she asked, pulling her to her feet.

 

“No, have you?,” Juli replied as she threw a right hook to Scarlet's gut. Scarlet just stood there and took it.

 

"Bad girl, no biscuit," Scarlet scolded as she wagged her finger at her. Juli just shook her hand to relieve the pain.

 

While this was going on, Tazman saw where she was and rolled behind Scarlet ending up on his hands and knees. Juli saw this and before Scarlet could get her other arm, Juli shoved her in the chest, grabbing her crystal at the same time.

 

The force of the shove sent Scarlet back and she let go of Juli’s arm as she flailed her own arms, trying to keep her balance. Instead her leg ran into Tazman kneeling behind her on the floor. At the same time, Juli, with her hand around the crystal, pulled back and the crystal came off in her hand.

 

“Noooo, woooohhh,” she uttered as she lost her balance and realized what Juli had done. She was spinning her arms wildly as she fell backwards. Her leg stared to come up and Juli grabbed her foot and pushed it up higher forcing her fully over Tazman. She landed on the floor with a mighty thud.

 

“Bufff,” the wind blew out of her chest.

 

Scarlet looked up at Juli as she tossed the crystal toward Jewell, a good 30 feet away. Scarlet watched helplessly from the floor as the crystal sailed down the hall, hit the marble floor, skidded and slid to a stop at Jewell’s feet. Bending down, she picked it up, and dangling it between her fingers, she raised it triumphantly and, mocking Scarlet’s earlier question, said, “Loose something?”

 

“NOOOOOO,” Scarlet screamed, as Juli and Taz jumped on her again. This time they were more than she could handle as she felt her powers draining away.

 

Jewell started to examine the crystal as Scarlet struggled in vain against Juli and Tazman, as the two pummeled her in the stomach. “What an odd shape. Based on what Taz told me about her after the Easterling encounter, I think I have the perfect place for this,” she thought as she tucked it in her pocket.

 

Taz and Juli rolled the now weak but still struggling Scarlet onto her front. Juli sat on her shoulders facing Scarlet’s feet and grabbed both wrists, pulling them crisscross over the small of her back.

 

“Get the cuffs,” Juli said to Tazman, as she sat on the struggling woman, her legs thrashing about.

 

“Oh, my chest. GET OFF OF ME,” she yelled struggling.

 

Taz ran over to a bag at Jewell’s feet, grabbed it and brought it back to where they lay. He pulled out a pair of leather wrist cuffs and as Juli held her arms, he attached them to her wrists. Then he clasped them together.

 

Juli then moved down and sat on Scarlet’s bottom where she corralled Scarlet’s thrashing legs in her arms. She held them as Taz attached a pair of leather ankle cuffs and clasped them together as well. Once that was done, Juli knelt by her side. Tazman then took his hand, reached up high and let sail with a swat that landed right on her keister.

 

SMACK!

 

“OWWWWW,” she cried.

 

“What was that for,” asked Juli.

 

“Tradition,” replied Tazman with a shrug and a smile as he leaned back on his haunches.

 

Still kneeling, they both looked down at their handy work.

 

“Let me up! You are all so dead when I’m through with you,” Scarlet yelled.

 

They gave each other a high five and looked over at Jewell, who nodded her head. Juli grabbed a fist full of the back of Scarlet’s tresses and yanked her head up as Tazman reached into the bag again.

 

“Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ooowwww,” cried Scarlet.

 

“I’ve a bone to pick with you, Scarlet Cunt. You whine too much,” Jewell said. “Shut her up.”

 

Tazman pulled a red, dog bone shaped gag out of the bag.

 

“Ow, that hurts. No, please don’t.” whimpered Scarlet Lass as her eyes focused on the approaching gag. Tazman proceeded to force the gag between her lips and then secure it behind her head.

 

“Mmmmhhhuuffff,” was all she could mumble.

 

“On your feet, tramp,” Taz said as the two of them grabbed her by her upper arms, pulled her to her feet, and started dragging the bound, defiant, but totally helpless superheroine, toward the exit and their awaiting van.

 

“I don’t want to get too close to her while I’m holding her crystal,” she said. “You take the van, I'll ride her cycle”, Jewell called to them as she followed behind fingering Scarlet’s crystal.

 

Rambling out loud to herself, she mused. “With Scarlet Lass out of the way, I’ll be able to come back any time I like to get the diamonds. They’ll be on display for at least two month. If fact, I’ll be able to get any diamond, anytime, anywhere. But right now, I think I want to teach this impudent hussy a lesson that she won’t ever forget.”

 

“Back to the hideout. Haaa, haaa, haaa,” she cackled with sinister glee as they all exited the building.

 

End Part the First.