BDSM Library - Defeat of Scarlet Lass

A Story by B4i4q

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.

A Story by B4i4q

The Defeat of Scarlet Lass, Part deux.

A Story by “b4i4q”

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Back at Jewell’s hideout:

Once inside the hideout and the security doors were closed and locked, Tazman knelt down and unclasped Scarlet’s ankles from each other. This way they didn’t have to keep dragging her all over the place.

“Take her into my room and secure her to my table. I’ll take the crystal to the workshop,” Jewell instructed, staying sufficiently far away so that Scarlet couldn’t regain her strength due to proximity to the crystal.

As Jewell took the crystal to her workshop, Juli and Taz took the bound, gagged and helpless superheroine in the their mistress’s room.

The room was filled with all sorts of various bondage equipment, including hooks and chains attached to both the ceiling and floor, a hanging cage, and some machines that on first glance look like they might be more appropriate for a 24 hour fitness club, but upon closer inspection, one realizes that this ain’t your normal Nautilus station.

In addition there was a large bed, after all, it was Jewell’s sleeping quarters.

Once inside, they left the gag in place while they unlocked her wrists and Scarlet, still defiant, struggled to get free. But they had too tight of a grip on her arms.

“Cool. You have some fight still in you, slut, but without your crystal, you’re just a woman. Now, get up on this table, on your back,” Tazman said.

Juli and Tazman moved to the opposite ends of the table as Scarlet Lass sat on the long edge of a table. She started to swing her legs up when she was stopped.

“That’s fine. Just lie back,” commanded Juli. Scarlet lay down. Her head was barely on the table and the other edge was at mid-thigh. Her legs hung limply toward the ground.

Juli and Tazman each pulled a chain up from their end of the table and walked around the table so that they could attach them to her wrists. When that was done, they walked around to the other side, pulled a couple of chains and attached them to her ankles.

Tazman started turning a crank at one end of the table and Scarlet suddenly felt her arms and legs being pulled to her side.

“Mmmm, hhfffhhmm,” she mumbled desperately as she looked from side to side as she was stretched further and further to the sides. Just as the strain started to get unbearable, Tazman stopped. Her arms were fully extended out from her sides and her legs were doing the splits.

At that point, Jewell appeared carrying a riding crop and wearing a tight, form fitting, military styled, long sleeve, low cut, red vinyl mini dress with black wrist bands and black epilates. The front was adorned with four faux pocket flaps in black, one on each thigh, and one each covering her own magnificent breasts. Two columns of buttons extended from her bosom to her mid thigh and it was cinched with a black belt with double holes for the buckle. The outfit was topped off with a black, military-style officer’s hat with red and silver race ways running around it, and she wore stiletto heeled, knee high, black leather boots.

“Nice job,” observing what Tazman and Juli had done as she ran her fingers along Scarlet’s right leg from her thigh to her ankle. “But where are the nipple clamps?” she asked.

Tazman replied “They’re in the bag.”

“Well, get them,” then under her breath continued, “What goes for supervillian help these days.”

Tazman took a step, paused and turned with a look of terror on his face. “I think I left the bag at the Museum.”

“You fool!” she said letting out a sigh of disgust. “UHH. I warned you. Just for that, you don’t get to help me tonight. Go. Leave us. Both of you! I’ll decide later whether or not you can have any fun with her tomorrow,” she said with a wave of the crop. A dejected Juli and Taz left.

As they left, Juli slapped him on the back of his head and said, “I told you before we left to go to the museum that you were respons . . .” The rest was cut off as the door closed.

Jewell, turning to her new captive, lying on the table, said, “It looks like it’s just going to be the two of us tonight. Now, to have a look at that sexy body of yours. First let’s get rid of this belt. I have just the spot for it.” She reached under her and with a rip pulled the belt off. Scarlet turned her head to follow her with her eyes, as she went over to a wall unit and grabbing the handles, pulled the doors open.

There, hanging inside were the belts of several female superheroines that had gone missing just recently. “NO! Ms. Americana’s belt, and Flag Girl’s belt. Ohhh,” Scarlet screamed in her mind. “And now mine.” No one had known what had happened to them, but now Scarlet did, and her belt joined theirs.

Jewell went to a refrigerator, and opened the freezer part, but Scarlet couldn’t see what was pulled out.

“Now for the unveiling,” Jewell said as she came back with a pair of scissors, loudly opening and closing them as she walked around the table and stopped at her crotch. Scarlet felt the fresh-from-the-freezer, cold metal blade placed against her skin as Jewell wormed it under her uniform at her leg opening.

“mmmAhhhhahahaha,” she mumbled, inhaling and exhaling quickly as her body twitched and reacted to the cold metal.

The ice cold, back of the scissors slide across her pubis as she cut right across the front from her left leg opening to her right. When she finished the final snip, the elasticity of the material pulled the crotch flap down revealing Scarlet’s Temple of Venus.

“Uhhhh, isn’t that pretty. I’m going to love putting my tongue in there,” looking down at Scarlet’s landing strip trimmed, red patch.

Scarlet raised her head to watch as Jewell now placed the still cold, blade right on top of fur pie, pulled her uniform material tight and, started to cut straight up the middle to the key hole at her cleavage, again, never lifting the scissors so that the cold steel was never out of contact with her skin.

And again, the elasticity of the material pulled her red, sparkling uniform apart revealing her rock hard abs. With a final snip, she cut into the keyhole. What was left of the cut up uniform was stretched tight over her magnificent mammaries, and for a moment, the only thing keeping them from being exposed was the connecting strip that was the place where the crystal would normally be attached to her uniform.

She leaned forward, reached out and snipped the strands around the metal connector strip. The material snapped back exposing her ample bosom to Jewell’s eyes.

“Oops. Looks like you’ve had a ‘wardrobe malfunction,’” chuckled Jewell looking down at the gagged and now fully exposed superheroine.

Jewell stepped around to the opposite side so that she was above Scarlet’s head. She then quickly snipped each shoulder strap. Scarlet was now completely stripped and her entire body was fully exposed to the lecherous eyes of Jewell.

“My, aren’t these lovely,” she said with a note of admiration, as she laid the still cold scissors first on one nipple and then on the next.

“Moowwww,” was all that escaped through the gag as a small tremor shook her body and goose bumps rose on her.

Jewell removed the scissors and put them down, then using both hands, grabbed hold of Scarlet’s firm, upright melons and squeezed them tight. Even on her back, her breasts stayed firm and upright. “Nice set, darling. Does this feel good?” she said as she applied pressure.

“MmmhhhUhhh,” was all that Scarlet allowed to escape her gagged lips.

“How about this?” as she pinched the nipples between her index and thumb, and gently but firmly, pulled them toward the ceiling, then let them snap back to her bosom.

“Uhhhhhmm,” escaped from her lips again.

Jewell grabbed them again, leaned in over her head. This forced her own bosom down onto Scarlet’s face, who couldn’t help but inhale the intoxicating body wash that Jewell wore.

“Mmmmm, she smells delicious. I have to find out where she gets it, so I can get me some the next time I’m out,” she thought, still hanging on to the belief that she would be able to escape.

Jewell delicately flicked each now rock hard nipple with her tongue, and forcefully sucked them into her mouth where she nibbled on them.

This time Scarlet reacted with much less reserve. “MMMmm, mmmmaawwww,” she moaned in protest, while she was thinking, “Oh, please yes, squeeze them harder.”

“Now to find out who you really are.” She said as she reached over and took off Scarlet Lass’s domino mask. (It’s always amazing that by the addition of a simple domino mask and the displaying of ones physical attributes, Superheroines become totally unrecognizable.)

As the mask was removed, she stopped with a quizzical look on her face. “No, it can’t be,” she said as she quickly walked around the table to stand at Scarlet’s crotch again. Jewell dropped the mask and stared in surprise and amazement. “Oh . . . my . . . Gawd! Elsie? Is that you? No, it can’t be. Oh, who would have thought that the great and powerful Scarlet Lass is really Lorelei Chase.” Jewell said sarcastically. “I knew that we were headed down different paths in life, but who would have thought that we two would have ended up so far apart?” she said shaking her head in disbelief.

A cross between terror, shock and confusion spread across Scarlet’s face as she brought her head up and stared intently into Jewell’s eyes trying to get some glimmer of recognition. Elsie. NO one knew her by that name. “How did she know my name was Elsie? I haven’t gone by that name in years,” thought Scarlet.

“Don’t you recognize me?” Jewell asked. “It’s me, Seal. Remember? We grew up together.”

Suddenly the memories flooded back into Scarlet’s brain and the shock of recognition flashed in her eyes.

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Her best friend, Crystal Lace. Her pet name growing up. No one had used it for years. And the pet name of her best friend growing up, Seal. She hadn’t thought about Crystal Lace for many years either. They had created pet names for each other based on the verbalization of their initials: Lorelei Chase = LC = Elsie; and Crystal Lace = CL = Seal.

One year for Halloween they had even dressed up as a cow and a sea lion. And much to their chagrin, their parents had released a photo of them dressed like that to the tabloids.

But, neither had heard their pet names for each other in many years.

The competitiveness between them started in junior high school and though they remained friends in high school, it got worse. They still hung out and had sleepovers and stuff, but it wasn’t the same. It probably had something to do with the fact that every boy that Lorelei was interested in seemed to leave her for Crystal.

They pledged different sororities at the university and though each had made it, the competitiveness didn’t go away. In fact it got worse.

Their friendship was broken up for good, when Crystal, gloating about continuing to steal Lorelei’s boyfriends, teased Lorelei that maybe the reason she couldn’t hang on to a boyfriend was that maybe she was a lesbian and that Crystal was a better fuck than she was. They hadn’t spoken since.

“Oh, this is going to be better than I thought. I’ve wanted to do Scarlet Cunt for years, and to find out that she’s my old friend Elsie is just too good to be true,” smirked Jewell as her heart now raced with anticipation.

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“It’s getting late, and you’ll need your beauty rest and your strength tomorrow for what we have planned for you. Oh, that’s right you don’t have any strength without your crystal, do you?” she told the helpless heroine, dripping with sarcasm.

The gag was left in place, but her legs were unclasped as were her wrists, and Scarlet was allowed to sit up. She rubbed her shoulders to get the blood circulating again.

“On your feet and lean on the table.”

Scarlet did as she was told.

Jewell picked up a riding crop and without warning, she raised the crop and let it fly, landing soundly on her curvaceous derriere.

“Wwwaaahhhh,” the startled Scarlet screamed through her gag.

Jewell grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her up. “That was just a warning tap: Don’t try anything, do you understand?”

“Uhhh huhhh,” Scarlet nodded. She tried to look over her shoulder to see if another blow was coming, but instead felt a collar being put around her neck. Her hair was lifted out of the way and the collar was cinched closed in the back. She was relieved that she probably wasn’t going to be swatted again.

“Since your old uniform is no more, and you look so adorable with that bone in your mouth, I thought that a collar would make a nice addition. Now come with me.” Jewell grabbed a wrist cuff and led her over to the hanging cage. “Get inside on your knees. This is your bed tonight.”

Scarlet Lass crawled into the cage as Jewell walked around to the other side.

“Give me your wrists.” Scarlet dropped to her elbows and extended her wrists through the bars. Once they were both through, Jewell clasped them back together.

Jewell reached through the bars and grabbed a hand full of hair. She pulled Scarlet’s head up and at the same time shoved the tip of the riding crop into the cage and used it to lift her chin.

“Tazman said that he sensed that you might have a submissive side to yourself, is that true?”

“Mmmmoooooooooo,” was Scarlet’s response as she shook her head no, trying not to show on the outside, what she was really feeling on the inside. She looked up at Jewell through lust filled eyes. “I know I say no, but I want to say yes, Why am I feeling this way? Why does this feel so good, and right?” she asked herself.

But Jewell was an expert at breaking superheroines. “We’ll see about that.”

Jewell let go of her hair and walked around to the still open door of the cage. There, with Scarlet on her knees, she was treated to a full on view of Scarlet’s upraised posterior. She licked her lips and with her left hand squeezed her own left breast. She pursed her lips and sucked in a breath through her teeth.

“Uhhh, doesn’t that just look so delicious,” she said dripping with lust. “It’s going to be a real treat to break and abuse you. You’re going to be a nice addition to my harem as a sex slave. And if I tire of you, I’m sure there will be plenty of buyers who would love to own the submissive ass of Scarlet Lass, even if she is a little used.”

She put the riding crop down on the cage floor, and with both hands, reached out and grabbed hold of each check of Scarlet’s gluteus maximus and squeezed them with all her strength for all they were worth.

Scarlet tried to keep from reacting, but was unable to and let out a deep, seated moan, “MMMMmmmmmm.”

“Oh, yeah, these will take lots of punishment,” she said releasing the cheeks and picking up the crop again. She stepped to the side and leaning in, she draped her left arm over the up turned cheeks, and with the right, started to gently flick the cheeks with the tip of the riding crop. Sometimes on the cheek, and some times on her exposed nether region.

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

Scarlet seemed to be in perpetual moan now.

“Oh yes, we’re going to have fun with you tomorrow,” she gloated. She walked around to the front and unclasped her wrists. “Since you have a dog bone in your mouth, let’s see if you can do any tricks, roll over,” she commanded.

Immediately, Scarlet rolled over onto her back and looked up at Jewell with almost wanton lust in her eyes.

“My, aren’t we the obedient one,” she observed. “I wonder . . .” she thought. “Grab the bars,” she ordered.

Immediately Scarlet reached over and grabbed hold of a bar on each side of her. “Good girl.” Jewell then clasped her wrists to the bars, first her left then her right. She then walked around to the opening and said, “Up.”

Scarlet raised her feet and Jewell helped thread them between the top bars. Once on the outside, she clasped them together again.

“Hmmmm, yummy,” as she licked Scarlet’s ankles and feet. She then dragged her nails down, scratching the backside of her legs till she was at her derriere. Goose bumps suddenly appeared up and down Scarlet’s legs.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked.

After scratching her tush for a minute, she removed her left hand but with the right, trailed it off so that it came up between her legs and her nails lightly scratched across her pubis, stimulating those lips.

“Mmmmmm,” escaped from Scarlet’s gagged lips as she squirmed.

Jewell closed and latched the cage, then came around to the side. She inserted the tip of the riding crop, and gently but purposefully flicked the tip against her nipple, alternating between the two. As she did she kept increasing the force of each flick.

flick, Flick, FLick, FLIck, FLICK.

Scarlet’s eyes rolled back in her head and she closed her eyes tight, she tired to stifle the moan, but it came out anyway, “mmmmmmm mmmmm.”

Jewell stopped and reaching through the bars, she grabbed her right breast with her hand. “Sweet dreams, Scarlet Slut. We’re going to have LOTS of fun in the morning,” she said as she again squeezed and shook the breast with all her might.

A haggard moan escaped Scarlet’s gag.

Jewell pinched the nipple and pulled it straight up till the whole breast was extended up. Tears started to fill Scarlet eyes as she thought that it would be pulled off. Just then, Jewell released it and it snapped back.

After Jewell changed for bed, and the lights were turned out, all that was visible in the room was Scarlet in the slowly swaying cage as a lone light from above shone down on Scarlet Lass’s face. All she could do was lie there and wait for morning.

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The next morning:

A burst of sunlight streamed in the window as Jewell, wearing a merry widow with garter belt and hose attached, threw open the drapes. “Good morning. And how did you sleep last night? Humm? Not talkative this morning? Well, no matter, today we’re going to have some real fun. Juli. Taz. Get in here.” The two joined Jewell in the room. Juli was wearing a teal mini baby doll outfit, and Tazman was wearing silk pajamas.

“You remember my assistants from the museum, don’t you Scarlet?” she asked. Then turning to the two, said, “Get her out of there.”

Juli and Tazman unhooked Scarlet’s wrists and ankles, opened the cage door and got her out.

“Juli, take care of her. I’ll be back. Tazman, you come with me. It’s time for your punishment.”

The two of them left as Scarlet was led to a side bathroom where only the gag was removed, the collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs were left on. There laid out were two, big fluffy towels, and all the items that a woman might need to freshen up. The enclosed shower stall could have easily held 4 people. After she showered and cleaned herself up, she looked at herself in the mirror and almost broke down crying. “Is this my future?” she wondered. “No, I must not be broken. I’m Scarlet Lass and I can take it,” standing up straight and throwing her shoulders back, she thought defiantly.

“Breakfast is served,” She heard someone say.

She came out, saw Juli sitting at a little table all set up for breakfast. A cart full of breakfast food stood near by. She was now naked also except for a similar collar. Scarlet looked at Juli wondering if this was a joke.

“No, it’s for you,” said Juli, answering Scarlet’s unasked question. “We only want to break you, not starve you.”

Scarlet hesitantly sat but didn’t attempt to eat.

“It’s alright. Here let me show you,” as she took a bite of the scrambled eggs. Scarlet then dove in and devoured the food. She hadn’t realized how famished she was. She was allowed to use the facilities one more time and as she emerged, Jewell reappeared leading a now naked Tazman by a chain attached to a collar of his own. As he walked past, she noticed the distinctive signature of a riding crop on his rump.

“I’ve forgiven him for his little blunder last night, so now it’s their turn to play with you,” she said speaking to Scarlet. She unhooked Tazman from the leash, and said, “String her up.”

She was led over to a hanging bar and her wrists were hooked to the ends. The bar was hooked by a chain to a pulley. Her ankles were clasped to two hooks embedded in the floor also spread a couple of feet apart. Tazman spun a wheel attached by chain to the pulley and the crossbar began to rise, stretching Scarlet out. He stopped when she was stretched taunt.

“Have at her kids. I have a little work to do in the workshop,” she told them as she left.

Tazman picked up a riding crop and moved behind her, out of visual range of Scarlet. Juli started circling the totally helpless superheroine. As she walked around the hanging redhead, the blonde lazily drew her fingernail across her taunt, stretched belly, her side, her back, her other side and when she had returned to the front, across her belly again.

Scarlet bit her tongue trying to suppress the reaction she was having to the stimulation.

Standing in front of the hanging superheroine, Juli brought her nails up her sides, up her arms to her elbows, then back down across her armpits and ending on her breasts. There she started to draw lazy circles all around her breasts. Looking Scarlet in the eyes with a look of pure lust, and baring her teeth, she flicked her nails across the now hard nipples that stood up like pencil erasures. (Author’s note: Pencils. It’s what people used to write with before computers and PDA’s.)

Scarlet reacted with a sudden intake of air, as the sensation overwhelmed her, and as her eye lids fluttered, Juli winked at Taz, who let the riding crop fly.

SWAK! It landed right on her right butt cheek.

“OWWWWWWW,” shouted Scarlet who was quickly brought back to reality. She also just as quickly bit her tongue. She didn’t want them to realize what it did to her.

Juli then grabbed both breasts and squeezed as Taz let fly with another and another, alternating between each of her butt cheeks.

SWAK! SWAK! SWAK!

"You did a number on me pretty good, Scarlet Lass,” he said rubbing his jaw. “The only thing wrong with this job is that there’s no dental plan. My jaw has been sore for a month. So, how does it feel to be on the receiving end?" said Taz letting fly with another.

SWAK.

"No, please, stop," she cried.

SWAK! Taz let the riding crop go again.

“You like this, don’t you Scarlet?” Juli asked as she continued to massage her breasts. “I bet you’ll love this even more.” She then pinched and twisted each nipple.

“OWWWW, pleeeaaassseee. Nooooo,” she cried.

“Is this better?” Juli said with fake sincerity dripping from her voice as she bent her head forward and licked Scarlet’s right breast, just as Tazman let fly with another.

SWAK!

“Awww, yesss . . . I mean NO,” said Scarlet. “That was a close slip, I can’t let them know what this is doing to me. Or how much I really like it. Oh, her tongue is so good.”

Scarlet Lass did not want them to know how it was affecting her but was so turned on by it that she couldn’t help herself. She closed her eyes and moaned “Mmmmmm” as she felt her pussy start to get very wet.

With that Juli released her breast and came to her right side. She grabbed Scarlet’s chin and yanked it to the side where she planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss on her lips. Scarlet felt Juli’s breast press against her side. She resisted but just then Tazman landed another hit on her butt.

SWAK!

The surprise mixture of pain and pleasure startled her and she opened her mouth in surprise. This allowed Juli to insert her tongue deep into Scarlet’s mouth. “Mmmmmm” is all Scarlet could moan.

Tazman came up to her other side and grabbed her now tender butt with one hand and with the other grabbed her left breast and continued with the molestation of her body. Juli let go of her chin and mirroring Tazman, grabbed her butt and breast also. The two then started nibbling her body and breast including her rock hard nipples as she felt Tazman’s hard member pressing against her hip.

“Noo, must . . . not . . . let . . . them . . . get to me,” she thought. “Must not submit.”

The sensation in her breasts, as they were manipulated by their expert lips and teeth, was really starting to get to Scarlet. Especially when they alternated between nibbling, pinching, tweaking, and stretching her now rock hard nipples, the same of which they were doing to her hind quarters.

As the two continued to molest her, Jewell reappeared.

Juli let go of her breast and brought her middle finger down and rubbed it in between her pussy lips before she inserted it deep into Scarlet’s pussy.

A ragged “aaaahhh” was forced from her lips. “If only I could be in contact with my crystal. I’d show them,” she thought.

Scarlet Lass closed her eyes trying to shut out the images of what these two were doing to her body, and at the same time trying to force her body to stop reacting to the molestations. She opened them when she felt the finger being removed. It was then brought up to her mouth.

“Here, taste,” she said as Juli forced it in making her suck on it. She then moved it in and out.

Scarlet closed her eyes again as she tasted her own juices.

“I think she likes it,” Juli teased. As Juli pulled her finger out, Scarlet’s head moved forward involuntarily following it. After it was removed, she looked like a fish as her puckered lips opened and closed searching for the removed digit.

She was brought back to reality, in mid pucker, when she felt the hands of Jewell take hold of her face forcing the helpless heroine to open her eyes and stare her in the face.

"The two of them are going to do something special to you." Jewell said, looking deeply into Scarlet’s eyes. “She is the world’s best pussy licker and she is going to blow your mind.”

Sweat had long ago broken out on Scarlet’s brow and face as the erotic mixture of pain and pleasure had overwhelmed her senses.

“Please no, I don’t think I can take it.” She pleaded.

“That’s the whole idea, sweetie. I’m going to bust that cunt of yours so many times that you won’t be able to think straight. I told you last night I was going to break you, to turn you into my sex slave.” With that Jewell moved in and kissed her deep and hard on the lips as Tazman slapped her butt one more time. Her body leapt forward and her breasts came in contact with Jewell’s. Her nipples rubbed against the material of the Merry Widow. Again the combined feeling of pain, pleasure, fear and anticipation coursed through her body as Jewell continued to kiss her.

Scarlet tried to push back but the restraints, but Tazman had moved behind her, which prevented her from moving.

It was more than just an assault against her lips. Tazman had reached around and grabbed hold of both of her breasts and was tweaking her nipples much to her distress. At the same time, his schlong was pressing up between her legs against her nether lips.

Jewell reached between her legs and started to manipulate his member against her wet pussy.

She was sandwiched between the two and she knew there was nothing she could do as she strained against the chains and the two bodies that held her in place. She could feel the sensation rising from within.

As this was happening, Scarlet thought to herself, “And she just might be the one that could break me. Oh, she’s a good kisser. NO. I must not give in to them.”

Tazman released her, Jewell broke the kiss and they both walked away. The sudden lack of physical stimulation suddenly felt painful.

Juli knelt in front of the suspended heroine and reached out to her tight twitching belly and pushed in on it, just above the pubic bone. This pulled the skin tight down at her crotch and the whimpering heroine’s sensitive clit was fully exposed.

Scarlet looked down through lust filled eyes, and could barely see the woman, now kneeling between her legs. Juli leaned in and gently started to trace circles around the erect, stiff clit. She never touched it but instead just barely grazed it with her fingernail.

She started by gently blowing long puffs of air across her clit and pussy. The over-stimulated clit throbbed as the air swirled around it. This only enhanced Scarlet’s pleasure more and caused her to start to gasp, loud ragged breaths as she felt her first orgasm of the day building.

She saw her head advance as Juli moved in for the kill on her exposed and sensitive target. Scarlet Lass let out a quiver as she knew what was about to happen. Her mind was completely torn by the conflicting desire to experience the orgasm that was rushing toward her, and the knowledge that by experiencing it she could very easily become Jewell’s sex slave.

Juli grabbed Scarlet’s hips as she leaned forward. She paused a second to look up at her helpless victim. Scarlet’s expression was one of pleading, begging Juli not to do what she was about to do. But when she saw Juli’s expression change to one of lustful aggression, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and just prayed that her body could withstand the onslaught.

When Juli knew the moment was right, she puckered her lips and sucked the rock hard, hopelessly exposed, clit into her mouth. She sucked the clit in and out in rapid fire succession which forced the hyper-sensitized organ in and out between her lips.

Just then Tazman let the riding crop fly again.

SWAK!

Scarlet surged forward which forced her pussy even harder onto Juli’s active tongue which rasped aggressively against her clit.

And that’s when she exploded.

“Ahhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh, gnnnnnnnnn” Scarlet heaved arching her back. Her arms contracted as if trying to lift herself off the ground, but the ankle cuffs held her down.

After a second, Scarlet Lass collapsed from the strain of the orgasm. She hoped that this would be the last, but feared that this would only be the first of many more to come.

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When she came too, she found herself seated on a sofa. Tazman was behind her, kneeling on the floor. He started whispering in her ear, “Remember this from last month? Remember when I took you from behind draped over the couch? Huh? Did it feel good? I thought we could recreate that ‘tender’ moment again. Remember what it felt like to have to cock sliding iiinnn and ooouuutttt of your pussy? Huh? Did it feel good, Scarlet Slut? Did you like it when I had you bent over the couch and took you from behind? Yeah, I had you loving it. You loved being tied up and the feel of my biiigggg, haaarrrrrd, dick drilling your pussy, didn’t you?”

Scarlet thought back to the experience. She wanted to say “Actually, yes I did. Please tie me up again and take me,” but “No, please. I didn’t like it,” came out instead

“After telling Juli about what I did to you, she was jealous. She wants a shot at you, too. You told me once, ‘you know the drill.’ Well, here it is back at ya. You know the drill, get your sweet ass over here.”

She meekly stood up and walked around to the back of the sofa, as she did she saw the tall blonde sporting a red, strap-on dildo, lazily stroking it. She continued around till she pressed her thighs against the back as Tazman joined Jewell lounging on her bed with a side view of the back of the sofa.

“Bend over,” he commanded.

She bent at the waist and leaned forward supporting herself with her hands on the seat. Again she thought, “I wonder if she’ll tie me up too. Oh, I hope so,” but what came out was, “You’re a fat pig and a rapist.”

“Uppity bitch, isn’t she? Maybe this will tame her,” replied Juli. “I’ve always suspected that superheroines were really sluts at heart. The way they dress all the time, they’re just begging to be defeated and raped. Look at her, she practically jumped at the chance to bend over that sofa. . . . Watch this. . . . Why don’t you show us your love hole, slut?” she barked.

The three of them watched as almost without hesitation, Scarlet spread her legs apart.

“We want to see more, spread ‘em,” Juli continued.

Scarlet reached back and with each hand, grabbed hold of one of her cheeks and pulled them apart, fully exposing herself to the blonde.

“See, I told you she’d do it. Time to pay up,” Jewell said to Tazman.

“You win,” he said as Jewell opened her arms and legs and he rolled in, wrapping her in his arms and giving her a passionate kiss as he moved between her thighs. They broke the kiss so Tazman could make adjustments before making his entrance.

At the same time, Juli moved in behind Scarlet, still holding her cheeks spread wide, for a clear shot at her pussy. Just like Tazman did the previous month she positioned himself between her spread legs, grabbed her waist and then started brushing the head lightly over her tender lips. As she brushed, moans escaped Scarlet’s mouth. She continued to brush it up and down even teasing her anus, before finally starting to slowly insert the head into her vagina. About an inch in she paused to look over at Tazman

“Yes, please take me,” she said, then thought, “What am I saying?” “Please, please no,” she exclaimed out loud, mentally trying to tightly squeeze shut her pussy muscles. Scarlet’s mental commands though didn’t make it down to her pleasure zone.

“Come on, you’ve been here before, relax,” said Juli stroking her hair and back.

After adjusting himself, Tazman could feel that his head was just at the outer lips of Jewell’s pleasure palace. He looked over at the blonde and they made eye contact, smiled at each other, and simultaneously made their final thrusts to enter their respective receptacles

Juli met practically no resistance, in fact, she didn’t even have to do practically anything. As soon as she exerted the least amount of pressure, Scarlet pushed back without any help or encouragement, almost as if she wanted it. This allowed the head to quite easily slid into her snatch.

Jewell was also more than willing to accept Tazman’s advances as her muscles readily accepted his invasion. Juli and Tazman both slid in deep.

“Uhhh . . .” gasped both Jewell and Scarlet as the initial thrust sank to the hilt on the very first try.

Scarlet let go of her cheeks, to bring her hands forward to support herself, as Juli started laying into her. She bit her lower lip as Juli hammer into her pussy from behind.

They both felt the sensation building in her body that told them that an orgasm was on its way. Juli flicked her long silky blonde hair back as her strokes got deeper and deeper and the intensity got bigger and bigger.

“Yeah, you’re one hot fuck, Scarlet Cunt. No wonder they made that comic book. The kids needed something to whack off too,” sneered Juli as she drilled in and out. “I just realized that I’m probably fulfilling every high school boys dream right now, and probably even some of the girls and faculty dreams, too. Me, a beauty pageant contestant, nailing an uppity, superheroine and putting her in her place. They could never broadcast my best talent, but the judges sure liked it. You know, this is how I used to bring the other contestants down a notch or two. Most of them were uppity just like you.”

A vision suddenly appeared in Scarlet’s brain. “Of course, THAT’S why I recognize her. I had read in one of the celebrity mags, about this beauty pageant winner had been forced to resign after it was reveal how she really won all those contest. I had forgotten the name but now I recognize the face. And now she’s doing me,” she thought as Juli drilled into her again. “Oh, yeah.”

Juli was really getting into it and as she felt herself approaching bliss, she reached up and grabbed one of her own tits and squeezed it. She also leaned forward and grabbed a chunk of Scarlet’s hair and started to pull it back. This caused Scarlet to arch her body backwards.

“Ohh, ohh, ohh, yes, please, hurt me,” escaped from her lips this time, as the combination of pain and pleasure surged through her body and pushed her ever closer to release.

Jewell and Tazman were also getting turned on. Jewell hiked her legs up and warped them around the legs of Tazman. He then proceeded to lean back so that he was on his knees and pulled her up at the same time so she was then totally supported by his shaft and his thighs. He then rolled over so that he was on the bottom and she was riding him on top.

He lifted her up, slowly dragging his meat out of her pussy, and pushed her down again, driving even deeper. She slid quite easily since pussy was so wet from all the other fucking. He then grabbed hold of her shapely butt and started to rhythmically enter and exit her. She gasped as she felt his member deep within herself.

Jewell’s nipples were sensitive and hard and were sticking straight out from her tits. He reached up with his right hand, grabbed her left breast and squeezed it, at the same time tweaking the nipple between his thumb and index finger. He then pulled her forward so that he could suck on it.

“Ahhhhh . . . oh . . . gawd . . . ooo . . . ggnnnngnmmhhh,” Jewell moaned as she felt his lips and tongue devour her nipple. She rolled her head back and rolled her eyes under the lids as she thought, “this guys goooood.”

Tazman let go of the nipple with a smack. As he felt himself approaching climax, he grabbed her butt again and squeezing the cheeks, force her to bounce up and down faster. He intensified his actions as they both started to rush toward climax. Taz looked over at the sofa. The site of the red headed superheroine being nailed from behind by the tall, statuesque blonde was too much for him.

“I’m cumming,” he yelled as he pulled Jewell down one last time as he thrust his hips up and his body stiffened.

“AHHHHHH,” he screamed as he exploded deep within her pussy. This triggered an avalanche of sensations and the four of them came in a cascade of sexual release as each of the women were pushed over the edge.

“GGGGAAAWWDDDGGGGNNNNN,” Jewell screamed as her body was racked by a series of mind blowing orgasms.

“Ohhhh, ggwhhuuhhh,” erupted from Juli’s lips after hearing Taz and Jewell explode. She gripped Scarlet’s hips and thrust in deep which tipped the scale for Scarlet.

“Ohhhhh, AAaaaahhhhhh, GGGggggguuuuuuhhhnnhh,” was all that could be heard from Scarlet’s lips as she joined everybody else in orgasmic bliss. She felt helpless and twitched with pleasure as wave after wave washed through her ravaged body. Her belly quivered on the inside as her body over loaded her senses and she collapsed.

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Late that afternoon:

The light from the windows indicated that it was twilight. They had spent the whole day doing Scarlet Lass and she still was not broken.

When she came too, Scarlet found that she was still laying over the sofa. She was drained, but still had a flicker of fight left in her. Looking over at Jewell recovering on the bed after her own roller coaster ride, she said, “You could never beat me in a fair fight, that’s why you have to have your lackeys do it for you. Come on, what do you say? One on one, just you and me, for all the marbles?” Scarlet sneered.

“Oh, you still have spunk. I like that. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, and making you my sex slave. Ok, let’s have at it, let’s have a real sex fight. If you win, I’ll go to jail peacefully. BUT, when I win you, you become my sex slave. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Juli. Get her cleaned up. I want my new sex slave to look refreshed when I fuck her into submission.”

Juli, still wearing the strap-on, led her back to the bathroom. The sound of running water was soon heard from the room.

“Can I get a shower, too?” asked Taz.

“Of course,” Jewell said with a knowing smile. “Why don’t you help Juli and make sure that Scarlet is thoroughly cleaned, inside and out, top and bottom, ok?”

“Riiiiight,” Taz smiled back as he got off the bed, walked over and entered the bathroom.

Jewell got up to use her own private bathroom, and as she walked by the other one, she heard, over the sound of running water, first Juli say, “Bend over,” followed by Scarlet’s voice, “Juli! Oh no! Not in that hole, I’ve NEVER had anything there. AAAAggggmmmmfffff.” Her voice was suddenly muffled as if it had been stuffed with something. She heard Tazman say, “just like old times, eh?”

“Sounds like she’s got a mouth full in there. Hope everything comes out alright in the end,” she laughed to herself.

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"If it's going to be a sex fight, we each only get one weapon." Scarlet said.

"Hmmmmm . . . Yes, of course," mused Jewell with the realization of what Scarlet meant.

"Though I hate to do battle against a lesser equipped opponent," Scarlet said sarcastically.

"We'll see who’s lesser equipped when I have you begging me to stop." replied Jewell. She then turned to Juli and Tazman, “Now leave us, the both of you.”

“Dibs on Ms. Americana,” said Juli, grabbing the red, strap-on dildo.

“No fair, you got her first last time,” whined Tazman trailing close behind.

“Don’t worry, after you’ve done Flag Girl we can switch,” replied Juli as the two of them left and the door automatically closed behind them.

After they were alone, Jewell and Scarlet turned toward each other and started to circle, Jewell naked, Scarlet in only her cuffs and collar

Scarlet charged first, but Jewell easily side stepped her. As she passed, Jewell simply put her foot out and tripped the superheroine. She went flying on the floor.

“I’ll get you,” Scarlet said. She got to her feet and this time anticipated the side step and tackled Jewell. They tumbled back onto the bed. There they struggled with one another, rolling back and forth.

Finally, Jewell got her right arm free when she was on top, and slugged Scarlet in the gut.

Scarlet dropped her hold and doubled up on the bed.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned.

Jewell took the advantage, got up and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her arms flopping to her side. Jewell stood on the floor looking down at Scarlet and spread her legs wide apart. Kneeling on the floor, she put her hands under Scarlet’s legs and reached up to interlace her fingers with Scarlet’s.

Jewell then brought her tongue to bear on the exposed pussy of Scarlet. With their hands intertwined, all Scarlet could do was try to thrash about trying to dislodge Jewell’s expert tongue from her clit. But Jewell was relentless, and continued to eat her out.

It was too much for Scarlet to bear and she arched her back in a breath-taking orgasm.

“Uhhh,” escaped Scarlet’s lips.

“That’s how I made Ms. Amerislut and Flagcunt cum also. You’re so easy.” Said Jewell.

“Fuck you, bitch. You haven’t won yet,” Scarlet said, as Jewell crawled up to lie beside her. She then reached over and grabbed one of Scarlet’s orbs and planted a passionate kiss on her mouth.

Scarlet kissed her back and they locked their legs together. Their tongues danced upon each other too. This time it was a gentler dance. During the kiss each girl moved a hand back down to the other’s wet pussy.

“Mmmmm, you’re hairs are soft.” Said Jewell.

“So are yours,” replied Scarlet slightly taken about by the gentleness of Jewell’s approach.

“So how does this feel then?” asked Jewell driving her middle finger deep into Scarlet’s sopping wet pussy.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" moaned Scarlet at the sudden assault.

As she had hoped, Jewell caught the redhead completely by surprise. After all the roughness that Taz and Juli had shown her, Scarlet had been expecting an aggressive assault from Jewell too and was taken totally by surprise and was getting her clit stroked by a soft, gentle finger. She reached down to try and dislodge the digit but she couldn’t.

“Ohh, ohh, ohh . . . you . . . sneaky . . . bitch. Noooo, it . . . feels . . . so . . . good.” Scarlet let out as she was once again brought to another orgasm.

"There’s another one. You've got such an easy pussy, you’ll come for anybody" whispered Jewell into Scarlet’s ear. As she softly flicked it with her tongue, she felt Scarlet's juices wash over her finger. “I’m gonna love having you as my sex slave.”

Scarlet was getting pissed off. Jewell had made her come twice, not counting the sessions with Juli and Tazman, and she was starting to lose her confidence. She knew that in order to win she would have to make Jewell cum plenty of times.

Scarlet pushed Jewell away, saying, “Bring it on, bitch. There’s lots more where this came from. Before I’m done with you, you’ll be the one who’s begging for mercy.”

Suddenly a thought occurred to her. “This reminds me of when we used to do this for fun at our sleepovers in junior high school, remember?” Scarlet said wistfully.

“Huh, yeah it does. We had lots of fun back then.” Jewell replied, suddenly taken aback.

This seemed to break the tension of the moment and both seemed to let their guard down.

“Elsie,” said Jewell with her arms open.

“Seal,” replied Scarlet extending her arms, too.

They then each slowly approached each other on the bed where they hugged and snuggled up close. They lay down breast-to-breast and pussy-to-pussy.

"We had so much fun back then," said Scarlet, hiking up her left leg and opening her pussy.

"Yeah we did, didn’t we." replied Jewell, raising her right leg and exposing her cunt.

Their pussies glistened in the evening glow of sunlight, Scarlet’s fuzzy red bush was in contrast to Jewell’s light brown fur. They looked deep into each others eyes now and the foxy redhead and the sexy brunette licked their lips then softly put them together in a kiss now filled with passion and not aggression. Their hands made their way down to each others crotch where they softly petted each other.

Each moaned as their tongues gently intertwined with each other and their hands tenderly squeezed each others nether region. For a few minutes, they were taken back to those early days of their youth, when they had first experimented with each other on how to French kiss, and how they learned to masturbate first themselves then each other.

Their pussies quickly turned mushy and damp as each manipulated the other’s crotch.

“Ummmmmm” Jewell groaned as Scarlet fingered her pussy, slowly bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Scarlet broke the kiss to look down at Jewell’s milky white breast heaving up and down. She leaned in and took the closest one in her mouth, nibbling and sucking on the nipple.

This pushed Jewell over the edge and she exploded in orgasm.

The girls then lay there with arms around each other panting, trying to recover from their respective orgasms. Scarlet couldn’t believe that another female could make her cum so many times and so hard. She also knew that she was weakened from those last ones. All it would take is one or two violent orgasms and she would be wiped out and Jewell would win. She realized that this might be her last shot, so she took it.

Scarlet started to fondle and suck on Jewell’s tits again, tweaking the pink areolas which turned the nipples stiff and rigid. She leaned in again and sucked the nipple into her mouth and gently bit it. Jewell grabbed Scarlet by the back of her head and held her to her hooter, fully enjoying the sensation of the redhead’s tongue on her breast.

Thinking now was the time, Scarlet kissed her way back up Jewell’s body to her mouth as she slowly worked her own body on top of the dark haired beauty. Once on top, the two continued to French kiss as Scarlet started to slowly pump her crotch against Jewell’s.

Both moaned as their pussies ground against each other and their clits started battle. Scarlet pushed down and Jewell’s cunt lurched up. Both pussies were slick with their respective juices.

“Now I have her. I’ll fuck her a new hole,” smirked Scarlet to herself. “Now’s my chance to dominate Jewell and prove to her who’s the better fuck.”

Thrusting down hard, Scarlet manipulated her clit against Jewell’s.

As hot as she was, Jewell still knew that this was a fight to the finish, the finish being the total sexual subjugation of the other. Each knew that the other was trying to break the other. Jewell thought, “maybe some night, after Scarlet is my slave, I might let her ‘think’ she gotten the best of me. Yes, that would add some nice spice to my life. But not tonight.”

Jewell still knew that she had to win this battle first, and maybe the best way to win was to let Scarlet think she has the advantage. It would be hard. Scarlet was actually doing a good job of working over Jewell’s pussy.

Scarlet was still worked up from that last session with Juli.

“Come on, Seal, cum for me,” said Scarlet as she fucked down harder, driving her clit deep under Jewell's hood.

“I don’t think so, Elsie. Why don’t you cum for me?” At that, Jewell opened her legs wide and hiked them around Scarlet's legs, clamping their pussies together. At the same time, Jewell reached down with both hands and grabbed Scarlet’s ass cheeks and squeezed. This pulled Scarlet's pussy tighter and deeper against hers.

"Ooooo no. No, this can’t be happening?" Scarlet whimpered as she felt Jewell’s clit work it’s way under her unprotected and sensitive hood.

“You like that, slut?” asked Jewell as she ground her pussy into Scarlet’s.

Scarlet’s hole was dripping with sweet nectar as she continued to struggle to wrestle Jewell’s clit.

Their heaving, lunging breasts were covered in sweat as the exertion of trying to establish dominance began to take it’s toll.

“Oh, must break free. Can’t let her make me cum again.”

“Why not,” Jewell howled, drawing her legs tighter around Scarlet's waist and massaging Scarlet’s butt cheeks. Scarlet winced and tried in vain to reposition her pussy to an advantageous position. But in so doing, Scarlet actually rubbed her clit against Jewell’s pussy lips.

"Oh no you don’t. I don’t think so, slut. Take that!!" cried Jewell regaining control.

Scarlet gasped as her button was pushed again. “Oooooooowwwwwwweeeeee!!!!!”

Jewell was force to hold back her sex as Scarlet attempted to regain the advantage, but it was too late for Scarlet. Jewell felt Scarlet shake as yet another shattering orgasm raced through her body.

Scarlet Lass collapsed onto Jewell and continued to quiver as the last waves of orgasm left her.

“Yeah, that’s right. I can break your pussy anytime I want.” Said Jewell, as she kept Scarlet pinned tightly to her pussy, and continued to grind her pussy against her, draining Scarlet yet again.

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Jewell pushed Scarlet’s sweaty, body off of hers, and rolled out from under the exhausted, but not yet defeated, Scarlet. There she lay splayed out in all her glory on her back, but she still seemed to have some fight left in her. Jewell got off the bed.

“I can’t believe this is happening. I never lose!", she moaned. “I’ve got to beat her,” But, how would she be able to do that? thought Scarlet. She had to find Jewell’s weakness and quick otherwise it would be too late. Another orgasm like that and she’d lose all her powers.

Jewell saw her last shot at pushing Scarlet over the edge, and she took it. As Scarlet looked over, she saw that Jewell was now wearing a dildo, a shiny black, silver tipped, strap-on dildo.

As Jewell approached the bed, Scarlet whimpered, “No, not fair, not that again. . .” as she vainly struggled to get herself up. But though she tried to get up, Scarlet was only able to push herself up onto her elbows.

“Who said I was going to be fair?” smirked Jewell as she crawled on to the bed and pushed Scarlet back down so that Scarlet was laying flat on the bed again.

“No, please no . . .”

Jewell leaned in, and stroking Scarlet’s face said, “Oh yes, just one more and you will be all mine.”

She straddled Scarlet’s left leg, then grabbed Scarlet’s right leg and lifted it up and draped it over her own left shoulder. She now had the leverage to keep Scarlet pinned to the bed, while at the same time she was then able to work over her pussy to her heart’s content.

Jewell seemed to gain strength knowing what position she was in and how vulnerable Scarlet was to utter and total defeat.

Jewell aimed the silver tipped dildo at her slick wet pussy and leaned in and drove the dildo to the hilt into her pussy.

“Awwwww” screamed Scarlet Lass.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you ever since high school. You were always such the prude. Did you know that this is what every single one of your ex’s told me they wanted to do to you, especially after you wouldn’t put out for them? What you’ve always needed was a good working over, someone to fuck some sense into you. And I’m just the one to do it to you. Time to say good bye, Scarlet Lass. You’ll be all mine in just a minute.”

The two pussies proceeded to do battle, though by now it was quite one sided. Scarlet Lass’s pussy made a vain attempt to defend itself, but Jewell’s position and dildo were too much for the worn out Superheroine. Jewell relentlessly moved the dildo in and out of Scarlet’s pussy, which brought the Superheroine closer and closer to orgasm.

“Nooooo, ggnnnngn,” choked Scarlet as she was racked yet again by another dildo induced orgasm.

“Yes, the defeat of Scarlet Lass,” said Jewell as she removed the dildo and took off the strap-on. “Just one more, Scarlet. Just one more orgasms and you will be mine. Here, taste,” as she forced the silver tipped dildo between Scarlet’s lips. “Suck on that awhile.”

Scarlet chocked at the sudden onslaught of a the new gag, but was too weak to remove it. “Oh gawd, nooo” she thought as she tasted her own cum.

Jewell repositioned herself with her pussy directly over Scarlet’s pussy, and proceeded to use her lips to manipulate and stimulate Scarlet’s clit. She then planted her whole pussy over the clit and using incredible muscle control, started to suck Scarlet’s clit up into her pussy.

“We both know my pussy is better, and it's gonna eat yours alive," said the brunette, adjusting her cunt with the redhead’s. I’m going to really savor your defeat.”

"gnnmmmhhnnnooooo!!" cried the dildo gagged Scarlet Lass, as she looked down in horror and saw Jewell’s pussy devour her own ultra-sensitive clit. If she came again, she knew that she would lose and it would be the end of Scarlet Lass.

"What’s the matter, pussy got your clit?" smirked Jewell as she worked the dildo in and out of her mouth. She then took the dildo out, dragged the tip across her breasts, then placed it between her titflesh. “Now I have you, you slut. I’m going to trip that little trigger of yours so hard, you won’t be able think straight for a week.”

"Oh, gawd, nnnooo!! Please, stop . . . I beg you." Scarlet Lass whimpered in fear with the final realization that all of her options were gone, and that she was now totally at the mercy of Jewell’s pussy.

"Told you you'd beg," spat out Jewell as she grabbed Scarlet’s melons and squeezed them together with the dildo in between.

And with that, Jewell started to really ride her pussy. She worked her clit over Scarlet’s clit without mercy, tickling the digit and bringing Scarlet closer and closer to that last final agonizing orgasm of defeat. Scarlet starting bucking and squirming so much that Jewell had to really lean forward to keep her hands on her breasts in order to control Scarlet’s thrashings. Not only was Jewell in a position to control Scarlet, but she was also in a position to tweak her nipples. And that was just enough to send Scarlet over the edge.

"Yeah! That’s right, cunt," cheered Jewell, “Who’s your daddy now? Cum for mama. You’re almost there. Just one more little cum and you will be mine. That’s it Scarlet Lass, cum for me. Just a little bit more and it will be all over. Let yourself go. Now, cum for me. Cum for me now. CUM!”

"Noooooo. Uuuuunnngggg!!! Oh, gawd, nnnooo. Uummmm!!! Ooooooowwwww!!!" Scarlet screamed.

Jewell smiled and let go of her breasts as Scarlet Lass's body exploded in orgasm. She watched as her body arched as every muscle tensed up and her pussy blew its last big load into her. For a moment she seemed suspended off the bed, frozen in mid arch, barely able to catch her breath, as the dildo slid up to her throat. When she collapsed on her back, the dildo rolling lazily off to the side. Scarlet Lass’s mouth was open wide from her labored breathing. As she started to come down from the explosive orgasm, her body twitched involuntarily, and she gasped for breath.

Jewell threw Scarlet’s leg off of her shoulder and crawled up to lay next to the defeated superheroine. She too was exhausted, but she snuggled in soft and tenderly to her as she gently caressed Scarlet’s hypersensitive right breast and nipple. This sent new waves of mini explosions twitching throughout her body.

After a minute or so to catch her own breath, Jewell turned and whispered softly into the ear of the still twitching superheroine. “See, just as I’ve always told you, I’m a better fuck than you are. That’s right. You’ve lost, and now your pussy’s mine. Your powers are gone and you are now my sex slave.”

“No,” she gasped. “As . . . soon as . . . I’m in contact . . . with my crystal, . . . I’ll recover . . . and it . . . will be . . . the end of you,” she said haltingly through her twitching pants.

“Oh I don’t think so. You’ve already been in contact with your crystal and nothing happened.”

“WHAT? When?”

“Right here.” Jewell picked up the dildo and held it in front of her face. It looked normal enough except for the tip which upon closer inspection wasn’t silver after all, but a crystal. Scarlet Lass’s crystal.

“You see, you’ve been in contact with the crystal all this time and nothing has happened. In fact, from a certain perspective, one could make the argument that your crystal actually helped defeat you.”

“nnooooo,” she cried, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh, by the way, I hope you enjoyed it, cause that was the last orgasm you’ll ever have . . . unless I, your mistress, say so. Do you understand me?” She licked her ear for emphasis.

Scarlet Lass sobbed meekly, “yes” as she wiped tears from her eyes. The very crystal that had been the source of her power had also been an instrument of her defeat.

“What’s that you said?”

“Yes . . . mistress,” she said in utter defeat as she broke into tears again as the realization began to sink in that Jewell was right, she was just a sex slave now.

“That’s what I thought you said. What’s the first job for my newest sex slave? How about cleaning me up, with your tongue?” She proceeded to roll on to her back and spread her legs wide.

“Come on, earn your keep now and show me that you understand?”

The utterly, totally, and completely defeated Lorelei Chase/Scarlet Lass whimpered softly and said again, “Yes, mistress” as she slowly dragged herself down the bed till she practically collapsed from exhaustion between Jewell’s splayed legs. She then proceeded to softly lick and suck on Jewell’s pussy.

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Epilogue

Scarlet Lass was never heard from again. And in one of those strange coincidences, it was at the same time that Lorelei Chase disappeared from public life as well, but again, no one made the connection. That is, no one except her sister, brother, and her cousins.

Since she wasn’t involved with the day-to-day operations of the Foundation and the Board met in private, no one at the Foundation noticed that Lorelei was missing. And so that she wouldn't be missed in the social scene, the siblings, acting as the Board of the Foundation, issued a communiqué to Access Hollywood, Entertainment Tonight, and Inside Edition stating that she was going to take a much needed long vacation ‘to recharge herself both spiritually, physically, and mentally, and thus would no longer be making public appearances.’

The kids knew that Jewell was involved after finding the bag at the Museum. They vowed that they would find her and rescue her. Or more correctly, Emerald Lass, Helios Dude, and the twins, Azure Girl, and Cobalt Girl would find out.

Rumors flew as to what the real reason was behind her sudden self-exile. The paparazzi rags had a field day spreading rumors. One said that she had been abducted by aliens, one said she was giving birth to Bigfoot’s baby, while another stated that she had joined a nunnery and was on her knees all day long praying.

Well, they were partially correct on that last one. She WAS on her knees all day long, paying homage to the mons veneris of Jewell.

THE END?

Defeat of Scarlet Lass

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