This story contains graphic violence, nudity, f/f and f/m rape and other
sexual acts, and perversions.
It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature
adults, over the age of twenty one.
Crimson Might's Downfall.
Crimson Might and his beautiful
blond, junior partner Scarlet, Center
City's most famous crime fighting duo, were having a busy day. The
husband/wife team had just changed into costume to track down the
notorious Jester, no doubt their most persistent foe, though hardly
most dangerous. The
female arch-criminal was a recurring thorn in the side of justice.
Three days ago, she had escaped from a Federal penitentiary where she
was serving a long sentence, thanks to the efforts of Crimson Might and
Scarlet. Crimson Might received a tip from one of his many sources,
Jester was holed up in an old warehouse in the nearly deserted
waterfront section of town.
Just as the Intrepid Duo were
about to set out from the ultra-secret
Crimson Lair, for the waterfront, there was a bulletin on the Crimson
Alertascope; a robbery was in progress at the
Second National Bank on the opposite side of town.
"You take care of the bank
robbers," Scarlet suggested, "I'll
henna haired trollop, Jester! The frumpy, little tramp is always making
you, whenever we recapture her!"
"Ha, ha! You don't think I'd
ever give Jester a second look, when I've
a sexpot like you at home, do you?"
"Just remember that Big Boy!"
Scarlet replied with a grin.
Though Scarlet did her best to
conceal it behind a smile, Jester's
seductive familiarity with Crimson Might, always made the shapely blond
heroine's blood boil. Until the senior crimefighter had accepted
Scarlet, then just out of college as his new partner, and then more,
there had been
persistent rumors about his relationship with his most persistent
archenemy. Of course, that was before early middle age took its
toll on Jester's formerly svelte, exciting figure.
"Well if we have to split up, I
guess it is better, that you go after
Jester!" Crimson Might agreed. "She's certainly not dangerous on her
own, and she hasn't had time to gather a gang of henchman! Still be
extra careful, she usually has some sneaky trick up her sleeve; don't
take you by surprise!"
"Hmmph, I can handle Jester!
And don't think I can't handle a gang of
armed robbers, on my own, either, just as well as
you can!" Scarlet sniffed a little resentfully, as she gave her partner
a brief kiss on the cheek. "I've saved your butt
more than once, and don't you forget it!" Although Crimson Might
trained her and taught her the art of fighting crime, Scarlet had
excelled at the task, and her partner's often patronizing
often irritated her.
"Yes Dear! " Crimson Might
replied with an irritating chuckle.
"Remember though, don't take unnecessary chances and follow procedure!"
"Ohff.. I'd like to..." Scarlet
left the muttered sentence
they mounted their gyroscopic aircycles and set off in different
directions through the skies of Center City.
As Scarlet flew over the rooftops, she
breathed a sight of relief. "Oh Gosh! Sometimes its good to get off on
my own! He's always so serious about fighting crime! It's like a
business with him! We have to do everything by the book! I always
thought it would be an exciting, fun adventure! Sometimes, I envy that
nasty witch, Jester, even if I would like to scratch her eyes
out! She always seems to be having fun!"
Scarlet swiftly arrived at the nearly
deserted, old warehouse district, and began searching the premises, at
the address furnished by Crimson Might's informant. The dynamic
heroine's search was immediately successful. Jester was
standing in the middle of the huge, now empty storage area,
seemingly waiting. She didn't even try to escape. It seemed all too
easy. Scarlet glanced around
warily, suspecting some trap. There was no place for accomplices to
hide, though: no trap doors in the floor; no weighted overhead nets. In
fact there was no sign of any of the many tricks, that Jester employed
in the past and was so fond of.
Jester's hands were visible and empty, and there was little chance of
concealing any diabolical devices in her abbreviated costume.
"The Little Tub should have put that bikini away years ago! It's about
six sizes too small for her! The only thing it's hiding is her
sagging boobs, and it's not doing a very good job of that!" Scarlet
maliciously observed to herself.
Jester still made no move to flee, as Scarlet approached her, but she
disappointed at seeing Scarlet, as if expecting someone else.
"Hmf! Just you! How come Crimson Might sent a BIMBO to do a man's job!"
The plump, little
The tall, hard-bodied blond gritted her teeth, and bit back a retort as
she reached for Jester. "I'm not going to descend to her level, of
name-calling!" Scarlet told herself, righteously.
"Come on Pudgy! Your little
vacation is over! Time to get back to the
prison laundry! I bet they're saving a big pile of filthy linen for
The tall, sinuously erotic blond chuckled cattily, immediately
forgetting her resolve to maintain a dignified silence.
Though still on the alert,
Scarlet really expected no resistance, as
she grasped Jester's shoulder. Instead of going quietly, though,
Jester pulled away a moment, then grabbed Scarlet's waist in a
bear-hug, exerting much more pressure, than the surprised blond ever
guessed possible. It was out of all proportion to Jester's small, pudgy
physique. Scarlet doubted she could exert this much pressure herself.
She wasn't even sure Crimson Might could.
Before she had the slightest chance to
free herself, Jester's crushing grip took Scarlet's breath away, and
robbed her of much of her own formidable strength. She groaned aloud
in distress. Despite the enormous effort she must be putting into the
hold, Jester wasn't even breathing hard, but could spare breath for
To be unexpectedly caught in an
inescapable grip, and painfully
Jester's clutches, was one of the scariest things to happen to Scarlet
since she began her career as a masked crusader. She was the Heroine!
SHE kicked butt, NOT the criminal! She gritted her teeth and struggled
"No fat little...."
"Ahhhh!" Jester gave an
squeeze, and Scarlett stiffened in agony,
and then slumped forward.
As vision blurred, and limbs
sagged, an awful thing
happened to Scarlet. Along with her growing alarm, the virtuous
defender of justice felt a hint of sexual
"Uhh....uhhhh...not that...not now...not now..." Though it only
once, Scarlet had had this reaction before, BUT
that single other time was indelibly inscribed on her memory. Certainly
Scarlet would RATHER forget, but no matter how hard she tried to repress it, the memory of that
occasionally induced guilty sexual fantasies.
It happened long
before she met Crimson Might, when Scarlet was a junior in college. Her
dormitory roommate was a strong athletic competitive girl, just like
Despite their friendship, there was always strong rivalry between the
coeds. Sometimes they playfully wrestled, just to see who could
other. Scarlet had always won, but one night, red-haired Astrid
overcame her beautiful blond friend. Laughing nastily in triumph, Astrid refused to
release her vanquished roommate, until Scarlet nearly swooned from the pain
of an inescapable hold.
As the swooning Scarlet lay
helpless, Astrid maliciously tied her friend
bed, and began to fondle her,
and make advances. The triumphant Astrid had her way with the
blond. Scarlet angrily and desperately resisted at first, but then
against her will she responded, maybe more than responded. In fact, she
never before, or since, experienced
such an intense sexual high, not even with her mate, the super
masculine Crimson Might, who she idolized as the epitome male
Alarmed by her reaction, Scarlet had found another roommate the next
day, and never spoken to Astrid again. She sometimes missed Astrid's
friendship, but never regretted her
Now as helplessly
trapped as she was that night tied to the
bed, powerless in the arms of another dominant redhead, Scarlet seemed
to be reliving that unnerving experience. In unconscious response to
the pressure of Jester's belly, firmer than expected, rubbing against
her pubic mound, her hips rotated, sinuously.
The shrewd, red-haired
villainess craftily divined Scarlet's secret.
Amidst the erotic sensations
Jester's sexy dominance roused in Scarlet's
bosom, the fearsome grip soon rendered the over-matched heroine
Jester dropped Scarlet to the
floor and quickly handcuffed the
Coming to her senses, Scarlet
found herself a bound prisoner in
Jester's nefarious clutches.
Still a little woozy, and unsure of herself after being unaccountably overpowered by the smaller woman, a
woman she never believed could pose such a threat, Scarlet hesitantly
blurted out a querulous question.
Indeed, how did Jester, normally the
most non-violent, and even timid of criminals, so easily and fearlessly
subdue and bind the nearly invincible Scarlet?
While serving her latest prison term, Jester had heard rumors from
some of the Latina prisoners, most intriguing rumors. Could they be
Once she escaped from prison, instead of returning directly to Center
City, Jester had gathered up
a stash of hidden valuables, long concealed for emergencies, and then
made a wide circuitous detour in her journey. She made her way to the
Mexican Laboratory of the infamous Dr. Doom. There, in exchange for the
bulk of her cash reserves, Dr. Doom had carried out one of his near
miraculous, though unnatural transformations.
Scarlet had no more time to
ponder her plight,
before the wisecracking, arch-criminal began tearing her
abbreviated costume from her voluptuous form.
unsure of herself,
Scarlet looked at the small plump redhead with some trepidation, yet a trepidation not unmixed
with a grudging admiration, and perhaps more than admiration. She
never give in willingly, but now that another aggressive, dominating
female had mastered her....
"STOP THAT, DON'T EVEN THINK..." Scarlet's conscience and sense of duty
"Ohh, but she is so strong and
of herself...just like Astrid...Ohh,
what is she going to do to me...I feel so helpless...I'm at her
mercy...What if...ohh...She...she could have her way with me...like
mustn't let myself..." In spite of her fear, Scarlet tingled with
"Ooouuu...STOP THAT, you Fiend! How dare you?"
Jester always did her best to
conceal her feelings, though perhaps not very
successfully, but rumors were true. Crimson Might's arch-foe did long
harbor hopes of a
sexual alliance. Once, long ago, her feelings may not have been
unreciprocated, as Scarlet sometimes suspected.
Jester had bitterly resented Crimson Might's selection of this
blond upstart to be, not only his partner in fighting crime, but
his sexual partner, as well. Unrequited desire had engendered
vindictive resentment in the arch-villain's bosom. Jester hungered for
revenge against both Crimson Might and Scarlet.
normally preferred male sexual partners, but in her long
sojourns in women's prisons, she did acquire an equal proclivity for
unconventional forms of erotic adventure. Though she might be
intensely jealous of Scarlet's
intimate relationship with Crimson Might, she couldn't deny the
voluptuous heroine was a most desirable sexual object in her own
right. How better to avenge herself
on both Crimson Might and Scarlet, than by ravishing
Scarlet, now that she had
beautiful heroine in her power.
"Hee,hee! Oh how delicious!
That sanctimonious bonehead will never
recover from the shock of finding out Jester, made his beloved,
virtuous, simpering, little goody-goody blond, her personal plaything!"
Being defeated, and
then having a strong, evil woman
naked, while she was helplessly bound was frighteningly
unpleasant, not to mind embarrassing! The intrepid Scarlet hated
and hated even more being made to feel helpless. And she was HELPLESS! She might be in dire peril!
Criminals had been known to wreak fearful vengeance on crimefighters
fallen into their clutches, and she knew Jester hated her. She recalled
the mutilated bodies of unfortunate colleagues found floating in the
river. Scarlet gulped at that horrifying prospect.
Yet...yet...her heart pounded in excited, goose-pimply anticipation,
fear only fueling her feelings. She licked her lips, nervously.
"No, No! Can't! Not with her!" This was no game,
like that night with Astrid!
Then Jester fondled her
breasts, and Scarlet's nipples stiffened like
spear-points, making it impossible to disguise her conflicted feelings.
Jester took full advantage of Scarlet's
unexpected passionate reaction to her forceful advances.
In kindness, let us draw
a veil over Scarlet's
further anguishing tribulations...
When Crimson Might parted with Scarlet, he flew directly to the Second
National Bank. The reported robbery was still in progress, and the
indomitable hero swiftly captured the would be criminals before they
could make their escape. When the criminals were safely turned over
to the police, Crimson Might paused only long enough to accept the
thanks of the Bank's President, and then sped swiftly back to the
Crimson Lair, expecting that Scarlet would have already completed her
mission, and returned. If the tip about Jester's whereabouts was true,
it shouldn't have taken long to put the little pest
But there was no sign of Scarlet, and no message, from her. Had Jester
managed to spring some crafty surprise, after all?
There might be no time to lose!
With his usual decisive dispatch,
Crimson Might sped to the deserted warehouse. When he discovered
Scarlet's aircycle still parked in an adjacent alley, he felt a thrill
of alarm. He rushed into the derelict building with no thought of
caution. Scarlet might be in dire straits!
Entering the large vacant storage area, Crimson Might was infuriated to
Scarlet, not only in bondage, but stripped naked, standing forlornly in
a corner, her lower lip trembling.
"Good God! What has that fiend done?"
As Crimson Might approached her, Scarlet hung her head, unwilling to
meet his eyes.
"Oh! He'll never let me forget that he had to rescue me, from Jester of
all people! Oh Gosh, its a good thing he didn't get here sooner though,
when...when.... oh how
In his concern for his beloved Scarlet, Crimson Might pushed
contemptuously past Jester without a second glance, as though the green
clad criminal was of no consequence, even if she had unaccountably
captured his female partner.
It was obvious that the invincible, masked vigilante was certain,
plump, little Jester was no
threat to HIM!
Jester had other ideas! After her success dealing with Scarlet, she was
infused with arrogant self-assurance. She was no insignificant
nonentity, to be
disregarded, NOT anymore! How dare he ignore HER, to rush to that
Jester decided Crimson Might needed a lesson in good manners, and,
TODAY, SHE was just the person to teach him that lesson!
Jester crept behind Crimson Might, and prepared to spring. The masked
vigilante had no thought other than the plight of his beloved Scarlet,
and paid no attention.
Crimson Might's had no inkling of
danger, until Jester sprang upon his back, like a
lioness intent on bringing down a bull rhino. Her plump arms and legs
closed about his neck and trunk with the power of a nest of pythons.
For once in his acclaimed career, the
crimefighter was caught completely off-guard. Crimson Might reared back
and thrashed furiously, but Jester rode him skillfully, her twin grip
tightening with inexorable power, her plump feminine softness
dominating his huge, hard, muscular male body.
In some alarm, Crimson Might realized he
was dealing with a new, incredibly more dangerous Jester. In spite of
his furious struggles, Jester forced the herculean hero to one knee.
Could a mere woman prove the deadliest foe. the brawny,
male hero ever faced?
In spite of all his frantic
efforts, Jester flipped Crimson Might over
on his side on the floor, her implacable double grip never slackening.
No foe HAD EVER floored
Crimson Might! This was intolerable!
In her new position of
advantage, Jester increased her leverage, and
exerted tremendous force on her prey's middle, even as she choked him
with relentless force. The masked hero's huge, sculpted male body
convulsed in pain. Unable to breathe, he was fast losing strength.
No, no! No woman could do this to
Crimson Might! With a lunge of desperation, the male hero freed his
neck. Filling his tortured lungs, strength flooded back into his
His strength returning, Crimson Might
able to pry Jester's plump thighs apart and leap to his feet.
Before, Crimson Might could
and put Jester in her rightful place, the grinning villainess kicked
him in the belly with the
deadly force of a mule.
Before her huge, male foe could recover
from the kick, Jester drove her palm into his chest, with
force. Crimson Might's stalwart frame shivered at the shock.
Momentarily transfixed by pain,
Crimson Might was wide open;
Jester's left fist cracked against his jaw, with resounding force. His huge, muscular body, sturdier
than a huge oak, bent like a sapling in a windstorm.
Now, Crimson Might was completely
the even more damaging, right handed punch that followed the left. Once
again, his massive form was bent and twisted by the incredible force
of Jester's right arm
After taking two near knockout
punches, Crimson Might's legs were
his vision blurred, his head spinning; he could mount no defense. The
small plump woman
waded into the huge muscular male, skillfully swinging her fists; fists
of steel; fists with the
power of battering rams behind them; fists able to mercilessly batter
even this most formidable crimefighter. Jester's deadly fists drove
Crimson Might stumbling backward, groaning at every blow, unable to
retaliate, or even defend himself.
Jester's merciless taunts emphasized the
effects of her merciless fists.
The deadly onslaught continued,
until Jester nearly knocked her male
opponent to the floor, unconscious.
Before Crimson Might slumped to the
floor, Jester grabbed his arm, keeping him on his feet, with a hard,
painful twist of his hugely muscled captive limb.
Jester wrenched and contorted the huge
muscular arm until, to her delight, the indomitable Crimson Might
screamed at the frightful pain.
Crimson Might was still roaring in pain,
Jester used his arm as a lever to fling him to the floor.
When Crimson Might desperately tried to
scramble to his feet, Jester ruthlessly forestalled him with a kick to
Not satisfied with the kick, Jester
ruthlessly stomped her male prey's belly, while he was down.
Groaning in agony, Crimson Might rolled
on his hands and knees, but overcome by a wave of sickening weakness,
he got no further.
Jester looked down, grinning with malicious delight!
The grinning Jester reached down and
clamped her fearsomely strong arms around Crimson Might's muscular
belly. The valiant hero was powerless to resist that implacable grip.
All his formidable strength was no match for the plump arms of this
devil woman. Was it possible the red-haired fiend was too much for the
indomitable male hero? Crimson Might dreaded the answer!
With effortless ease, Jester lifted her
male victim's huge body off the floor, his head dangling between her
plump thighs, his own huge, heavily muscled legs
kicking futilely, and foolishly in the air. Laughing at the comical
sight, Jester hefted the man's enormous,
with contemptuous ease.
Already, badly rattled, Crimson Might
cried out fearfully. So suddenly and unexpectedly possessed of
irresistible strength and power, the little
redhead had become a ruthless
avenging dominatrix, the powerful male's worst nightmare.
To emphasize her irresistible dominance,
Jester rammed the helpless hero's head against the floor in a
masterfully executed pile-driver.
Only half-conscious, Crimson
Might crept along the floor, unable to
rise. The only thought in his clouded mind was the bitter knowledge
that he was no match for the hellish female standing over him. He had
learned to dread her new-found supremacy. Yet how could he admit
defeat? Not to an evil criminal, not...not to a woman!
Helplessly bound in the corner,
Scarlet's eyes had widened in horror.
All was lost! "Oh Lord! She's beaten him too! I never thought...Oh
she'll make both of us her prisoners and abuse us both!"
Jester had shown her proud,
once invincible, male foe that she could
beat him into submission whenever she chose. She could bully him at her
whim, rub his nose in defeat, humiliate him as his long
indifference to her charms had humiliated her, and YES, she could
weakness to that simpering blond chippie in the corner.
Time for the vindictive games
to begin! With sadistic, feline
glee, Jester began to toy with her victim. She grasped the waistband of
Crimson Might's uniform shorts, and pulled the huge
crimefighter to his feet.
In hauling him erect, Jester nearly
pulled the shorts from Crimson Might's muscular
buttocks. Humiliated beyond belief, Crimson Might
desperately adjusted the shorts, as Jester snickered, appreciatively.
Jester added immeasurably to her male
victim's mortification, by groping his genitals possessively. Caught by
surprise, Crimson Might couldn't prevent the demeaning physical
insult, or perhaps he no longer dared to provoke the triumphant
redhead, by trying.
Once satisfied by her bold
inspection, Jester suddenly closed her hand on Crimson
Might's scrotum with a cruel claw-like grip. As he shrieked in agony, the
In shock, Crimson Might sat
helplessly at Jester's feet, clutching his
injured genitalia in agony.
In amused contempt, Jester
smacked her suffering male victim across the
face, as a foretaste of things to come.
Not fully satisfied with the
arrogant slap of dominance,
Jester viciously rubbed her behind against Crimson Might's suffering
face, like a cat marking her possession. The musky aroma filled Crimson
Might with horrified disgust. To suffer such indignity at the hands of
a woman! His disgrace was unquestionable, now!
Thinking of wrapping up her victory,
Jester kicked the humiliated male crimefighter over on his back.
Was it enough? She'd
waited a long time for this day, a really long time!
"Aw, no, not yet! I'm having too much fun! I'd like to hear him scream
Jester pulled the frightened, painfully suffering, moaning male
crusader up, and
unresistant body like a pretzel. The plump, little redhead manipulated
his herculean form with effortless ease. No question WHO was in charge,
now! The sick look of apprehension on his face, indicated Crimson Might
had no doubt, either!
Jester hardly seemed aware of her own
incredible, new strength as she bent
Crimson Might's body to near the breaking point. The pain became
unbearable. She would cripple him! Hardly knowing it, the tormented
masked hero began to
shriek and plead.
In the corner, Scarlet's eyes
widened in terror. "Stop it! Stop it you
witch! you'll kill him. Stopp! For God's sake, STOP!"
Though she was enjoying the
male shrieks of agony, Jester did not want
to destroy her victim completely. Not yet! She had other delicious
plans in mind. She flung the defeated man to the floor. Crimson Might
knew it was over; he was decisively beaten. Jester had erased any last,
doubt from his mind. The shame of defeat by a woman was a cloud that
would always hang over his bowed head.
Just in case, there was still any doubt
in his mind, Jester wanted to make sure She yearned to hear the
arrogant, self-righteous crimefighter abjectly admit defeat; even more
she wanted his adored blond partner to hear him surrender to
superior female force. Ruthlessly, Jester kicked Crimson Might in the
behind, flattening him.
Crimson Might looked up in
horror, to see Jester standing astride him,
with the arrogant assurance of victory, poised for the kill. The
merciless fiend owned him!
Jester settled down on Crimson Might's
magnificent, male body, bulging with incredible muscle, yet her soft,
body pinned him helplessly to the floor beneath her
victorious haunches. She began to ruthlessly punch the male hero's'
face, brutally smashing his head
from side to
side, knowing he was powerless to defend himself. Crimson Might
screamed in fear
and pain. Jester went on, mercilessly teaching the huge, brawny male
hero, that a woman was his
It was a chilling horrible
nightmare; the invincible Crimson Might was being
helplessly and brutally beaten by a foe, even more nightmarish,
his triumphantly grinning assailant was a small, dumpy, flabby woman.
For the first time in
illustrious crime-fighting career, Crimson Might's courage failed him;
he whimpered his surrender to the heartless female he had long spurned
Cringing in the corner, Scarlet
heard those awful words of
surrender, with a gasp. Something died forever.
Even now, Jester wasn't quite
satisfied. She triumphantly forced
one more mortifying admission from the cowering crimefighter. Brutally
into humbled impotence by girlish fists, terrorized by the hellish,
red-haired harpy, his
masculine pride torn to shreds, Crimson Might reluctantly whimpered the
final degrading words of submission.
Scarlet hung her head.
From the mysterious
recesses of her abbreviated costume, Jester
another pair of handcuffs, and manacled the defeated Crimson Might, as
she had his partner Scarlet. Crimson Might whimpered, in despairing
dread; he must face
the consequences of his first defeat, hellish defeat at the hands of a
merciless, vengeful woman. As Jester bound him against his will, the
cuffs were the visible symbol of Crimson Might's ignominious, hateful
Kneeling beaten and bound at
Jester's feet, Crimson Might's
world had crumbled about him. How could a male hero suffer such
degradation? Thought invincible by the world, he had begged for mercy
surrendered his honor to a female criminal!
Jester ordered her new bitch to
stand up. Sunk in despair, Crimson
Might hardly heard her.
Jester authoritatively reminded
the defeated, shackled hero, that he owed instant
obedience to his new Mistress.
When Crimson Might shakily rose
to his feet, Jester stooped down, and
cruelly denuded him, exposing his vanquished manhood to her gloating
Crimson Might suffered the awful,
in silent, shamed misery.
Now, that she was his undisputed
Mistress, Jester continued to inspect her new property with critical
Horrified by Jester's cruel sneering dominance, Crimson Might
whimpered in protest.
Jester ignored the feeble
masculine protest, ruthlessly displaying her feminine mastery
over the powerful, manly
crimefighter she had disgraced. If he still had any doubts, about
dominion over him, she was resolved to crush them. Crimson Might
cringed fearfully at her
A heartsick Scarlet nearly wept
as Jester took possession of the man
she loved. How dare that bitch? Yet? Galling though it was, Scarlet
had to reluctantly concede the hateful female's mastery was fairly won.
"She-she did beat us fair and square, even h-him...a-and...and...he
g-gave up...and...he b-begged...oh, and now he looks scared to
Since she was a little
girl, Scarlet was drawn
to the strong and victorious. She admired winners and disdained
losers! When she met
Crimson Might, he was invincible, the greatest champion of all. How
could she resist him? But now...
Scarlet had seen a new champion
crowned, and that, another WOMAN!
seeing a woman resoundingly defeat
a man, a man twice her size, a proud, virile he-man of incredible
strength and power. Horrified as she was by Crimson Might's awful
defeat, Scarlet experienced the same guilty emotional response she had
when Jester's dominated
her own helplessly naked body. In dismay she felt that familiar shameful rush of excitement.
OH! If this wasn't the man she loved,
she'd...Scarlet gulped in confusion. "No, no! How can I..." But Scarlet
couldn't tear her fascinated eyes away, as Jester demeaned her husband.
In his disgrace, Crimson Might
was intensely aware of Scarlet's wide, spellbound eyes
glued to every move.
Jester, glorying in her
victory, continued to prod and fondle the
defeated, disgraced male crimefighter; she was also fully aware of
"Hope that little simp in the corner is enjoying this show! It's
going to get even better, too!" Jester whispered seductively in Crimson
In fact Jester did intend to
enjoy some erotic stimulation with her new
'bitch', but in a more horribly degrading way than Crimson
Might could have imagined in his worst nightmare. The
diabolical villainess strapped a huge dildo
around her waist.
Unmanned by the terrifying
prospect of anal rape, the
hampered crimefighter tried to escape the fearsome
appendage dangling between the green clad criminal's plump, feminine
thighs. He fled from Jester with all the desperation of a frightened
woman from a ravening beast.
Hampered by his bound arms,
Crimson Might was soon caught. The
giggling Jester flung her male victim to the floor with the ease of a
warrior about to possess a helpless village maiden. Crimson Might
squealed with the same
terror, such a maiden might know.
No, no! Aghast, but transfixed,
couldn't tear her
tear-filled eyes away
the horrifying, mesmerizing spectacle. Her own
buttocks clenched involuntarily, when she saw the
evil Jester drive the huge phallus into the defenseless anus of the man
she loved. She heard his horrible shrieks of violation, almost
like the high-pitched wails of a woman being raped.
"Oh, how can
that vile wretch do such a despicable, degrading thing to a decent
man? How could any woman do such a thing?" Then unbidden, Scarlet saw
the image of herself in Jester's place, a triumphant WOMAN displaying
supreme power over a helpless defeated man! "No, no!
Mustn't think such vile thoughts, but...but...Oh Gosh..."
After a seeming eternity,
Jester was done. She yanked the horrible tool from Crimson Mights
violated anal tract, and stood up. The horrible pain hardly abated.
worse than the physical pain, was the terrible searing knowledge that
he could never be the same man again! He was invisibly branded for
life! He would feel Jester's dildo ramming triumphantly into his
defeated body as long as he lived!
Pulled roughly to his feet,
Crimson Might endured Jester's sneering taunts of vindictive derision,
with sick shame.
Jester led the degraded, hatefully used
crimefighter across the room, to face the woman he had chosen over her,
using his own penis as a leash.
It seemed Crimson Might's fears
regarding his beloved partner were
borne out. Scarlet averted her eyes in shame,
perhaps hiding her own guilty secret.
other plans for Scarlet.
Crimson Might was shocked as
Jester knelt before his blond lover,
and began to lick her already excited pussy.
"Surely she doesn't think
Scarlet is susceptible to her filthy
Scarlet feigned disgust, but
she trembled in passionate eagerness.
Scarlet offered a token
resistance, and did her best to resist Jester's
insidiously skillful tongue,
but she was already aflame at the spectacle of her mighty male lover
decisively beaten by a female, and then brutally raped like a woman.
The spectacle had aroused her to a passionate fever pitch.
Crimson Might turned away in
shocked despair, as he saw and heard his beloved
Scarlet lustily succumb to Jester's amorous attentions. Jester had
inflicted another crushing defeat to his manhood.
Contemptuously sure of her
dominance, Jester removed the two sets of
handcuffs. Scarlet had seemingly fallen under her sexual sway, and she
was sure Crimson
Might, his manhood crushed by defeat and horrible anal rape posed
threat. None, at least that she couldn't easily deal with.
Scarlet's grudging, reluctant
admiration for the nefarious Jester was
tested to the fullest a moment later.
Jester pushed the bemused,
passive blond down on a bench, and handed
her a hair brush. Before
Crimson Might guessed what was coming, Jester twisted his arm behind
back, and forced him down across Scarlet's lap.
Her hand holding the hairbrush
trembled in dread. How could Jester make
her do this horrible thing? Scarlet hung her head in shame, but caught
glimpse of her husband's already badly abused backside, temptingly
raised. She tried to
but continued to gaze at it in fascination.
Scarlet heard the icy tone in
Jester's voice, and felt
that cold dominating eye on her. She didn't dare disobey! Her arm
trembling, she raised the brush.
With a reluctant gulp of
slammed the brush down across her husband's trembling buttocks with all
not daring to hold back under Jester's watchful glare.
Crimson Might shrieked in that
same girlish falsetto, Scarlet heard
the huge dildo impaled his virgin backside.
"Oh Dear! This must hurt awful,
and its so humiliating for him!"
Scarlet whimpered aloud "S-sorry, so sorry...I have to...I have
to...she's making me..."
Scarlet obediently struck
again. Again, the crack of the brush was
answered with an agonized shriek.
"Oh Gosh! Why does he have to
squeal like a little girl? Makes me feel so guilty, and I HAVE to do
it; SHE's watching every move! I know it must
awfully, but it IS just a spanking! No worse than my aunt gave me when
I was li... Oh God, no! I'm getting wet again!
It IS so erotic though! I can't help it! I can see why... Oh GOSH!"
Scarlet raised her arm and
struck the third blow without waiting for
Jester's prompt. This time the girlish shriek of pain elicited no
sympathy at all, only irritation at the unmanly lack of fortitude.
"He could at least try to take it like a man!...Oh God!" Scarlet
thighs together against her pussy; it was tingling with sexual
Scarlet raised her arm again
eagerly. As she
struck, she came in her third orgasm of the day.
"Oh God! God!
Jester leered in delight. "Hee,
hee! The little minx got off on it!
Dear me, what a shameless, vicious, depraved SLUT, he picked, over me!"
Even after her orgasm, Scarlet
sexual arousal didn't abate. If anything
it intensified. She no longer tried to fight against it but gloried in
it. Wriggling in erotic ecstasy, Scarlet took the final irreversible
the sea of depravity.
Scarlet knew she would never look back. She had been a
dutiful wife and virtuous heroine long
enough! Too Boring! Jester's way was more fun! Jester's way was the ONLY way! The wicked temptress had made the
virtuous heroine her own!
the brush with ruthless
abandon, now, her arm rising and striking with clockwork regularity.
She disregarded those
pitiful, sobbing shrieks
mercy; no more than a minor annoyance. In fact, she
was coming to enjoy them as a sign of her own dominance.
"Oh it's wonderful! Let him scream! Oh yes! Yes! Scream you wimp! I'm
in charge now! He'll grovel to me, like a dog on his belly! What else
is he good for! That thing between his legs never made me feel like
Scarlet forgot everything but the power of the
steel-bristled hairbrush. With her free hand, she eagerly fondled her
tingling, erect nipples. Why hadn't she
ever thought of doing this before?
Through the haze of his
humiliating pain, Crimson Might heard Scarlet's throaty cries and moans of pleasure.
adored Scarlet was taking exultant, erotic delight in doing this horrible thing to
him. Jester had won another horrifying victory over him!
Finding his desperate,
to Scarlet falling on deaf ears,
Crimson Might nearly in tears, degraded himself to the extent of
appealing to Jester.
Jester finally had to take the brush
from Scarlet's hand. As Crimson Might stumbled disconsolately to his
feet Scarlet turned to Jester, her eyes agleam with adoration.
In miserable, bitter despair,
Might saw that he had lost his beloved
Scarlet to the despicable Jester.
Crimson Might sank to his knees in
After their stormy, sapphic
interlude, Jester had another idea that
elicited a squeal of delight from Scarlet.
Lost to all decency, Scarlet
happily took the lead in the degrading sexual
abuse of her unfortunate husband.
Scarlet, totally abandoned to
Jester's depravity, had a
malicious suggestion of her own, for even further degradation.
"Look at him over there,
just 'cause we made him have sex! He should be grateful! As long as he
like a wimpy, little, uptight bitch, let's dress him like a girl! Just
When Crimson Might heard
Scarlet's proposal, he fearfully tried to
this time it was Scarlet who caught him, and masterfully subdued him.
Although she had long accepted
her subordinate status, in the interest of martial
accord, Scarlet often resented receiving second
billing in the crime-fighting duo. Now she would demonstrate to the
partner" who really deserved top billing.
It was hardly a contest! The defeated, demoralized,
abused Crimson Might was helpless to oppose his depraved renegade wife.
He could only whine helplessly, as Scarlet, fist cocked, positioned him
for the kill.
As the hapless Crimson Might
stumbled away in agony, Scarlet crept closer, a she-cat stalking her
hapless male prey.
Crying loudly, in pain and terror,
Might was subjected to Scarlet's own incredible feminine strength, as
the shrewish hellcat lifted his huge body right off the floor, at the
same time as her slim arms nearly cut him in half, at the waist.
Dangling like a rag doll in his wife's
slender arms, and ruthlessly crushed into near unconsciousness, Crimson
Might whimpered and pleaded for mercy, a broken pitiful victim of his
cruel, dominant wife.
At last, with a contemptuous jeer, and snort of disgust, Scarlet heeded her degraded husband's
tearful pleas, and contemptuously dropped the broken man, who only that
morning was the center of her adoring admiration.
"Oh, how could I have loved that?
"Don't get sick on Jester's
floor, you pitiful slob!" Scarlet sneered
as she grasped the gagging shuddering Crimson Might's chin and raised
his frightened face. "Cause I'm not
finished with your lesson, yet!"
Now that she had reduced the
once mighty crimefighter to a quivering,
frightened victim of her cruelty, Scarlet masterfully smacked him from
side like a whimpering child. Jester's pupil was swiftly excelling her
tutor in malicious, female savagery.
Twice the slim blond's size, the
didn't even dare try to protect himself from his dominant, young wife's
vicious cruelty. Though, as a modern young woman, she had long deplored
it, Scarlet gleefully abandoned
herself to spousal abuse.
As Scarlet smacked Crimson Might around
with such ease, she was disgusted with herself that she had ever loved
and idolized this
pathetic wretch, as a heroic role model. She angrily vented her bitter
disillusion, by smacking him even harder. He deserved nothing better
than to be abused
degraded by strong dominant women, like Jester and herself.
"Hmmph! I don't know why I never put you in your place before, you
gutless wimp! Hah! Underneath all those big 'manly' muscles, you're
nothing but a scared little girl! Oh! I can't WAIT to dress you like
Scarlet's cruel caustic jeers stung the hapless male more than her
While Jester looked on
admiringly, Scarlet, jeering in disgust, and
now as ruthless as Jester herself,
brutally terrorized her former lover and mentor, until the huge male
crimefighter blubbered in panicky impotence.
With a threateningly painful
grip on his penis, Scarlet completed the
harsh lesson in dominance, threatening to destroy the physical
of Crimson Might's lost manhood, if he dared disobey her.
"I SHOULD rip this pitiful thing out by the roots! If you ever dare
disobey Jester or me again, I WILL! It's no good for
anything, anyway! Not to a blubbering LITTLE GIRL, like you!"
What Jester began, Scarlet
rapidly completed, the utter ruination of
the man, who until today was her adored ideal of masculine virility.
Once, Scarlet ruthlessly subjugated her disgraced lover to her
harsh dominion, the two giggling harpies implemented the innocent
blond's spiteful scheme. Jester entered into the plot
As the shrewish females dressed
the renowned symbol of ultra-masculine heroism, in feminine
undergarments, Crimson Might, spirit and virile manhood destroyed,
woefully accepted this final, terrible degradation, with only a
servile sniffle of despair. What else could he do? He was no longer a
manly hero, but only the despised plaything of two hellish vixens,
glorying in his shameful downfall.
Jester sighed in contentment,
almost purring in pleasure. Revenge was
sweet! At last, she had fully paid back the insult to the man who dared
reject her. She had totally destroyed the great macho hero the world
so admired, the very epitome heroic virility. Hee, hee! Who would
recognize her pitiful, abused, degraded, feminized, sex
slave as the heroic indomitable Crimson Might, now? Even more
delicious, she had seduced his own adored and adoring wife and partner,
into enthusiastic participation in his degradation and ruin. Made his
adored Scarlet her own fawning, worshipful disciple and lover, soon to
eager accomplice in an adventurous, fun-filled life of crime.
YES! REVENGE WAS SWEET!
Jester and her devoted new
lover and accomplice, Scarlet, gloried in their gay, carefree, criminal
adventures, while finding ever more diabolical ways to degrade their
suffering, bewigged and feminized 'Bitch". Their idyl came to an abrupt
end six months later, when they
were unexpectedly apprehended by a U. S. Secret Service SWAT team,
while attempting the daring daylight robbery of a Federal Branch Mint.
Back in Federal women's prison, her reduced
circumstances induced Jester
to trade her blond lover, to a mannish, abusive,
dildo-wielding cell block bully, in
exchange for a carton of cigarettes
(generic). Freed from the two shrew's brutal domination, the former
Crimson Might entered St.
Hilda's Convent, as a
postulant, and now in the last months of novitiate will soon take Final Vows as Sister