Fightgirl



Super City had come a long way since it's humble beginnings as a small
transportation hub with a population of 150. Now a sprawling state of the art
Metropolitan area with a population close to 5 million, Super City is a
thriving business center, tourist hot spot, and a beacon of social and
political advancement.

Take for example the Super City University system. Super City houses 56
institutions of higher learning of all various sizes. Of those 56
Universities, 42 of them are Women's Colleges. Not only do the Universities of
Super City boast a strong female presence, but a strong majority of the
workforce in Super City is comprised of women, many of whom operate at an
executive level.

For the denizens of Super City, these statistics merely proved what they
already knew. Upon its christening as a city in 1876, Super City had prided
its self as a true melting pot. Even when the rest of the United States of
America was slow to acknowledge the importance of the Women's Suffrage
movement, Super City took strides to ensure the equality of all it's
Citizen's, regardless of their gender or ethnicity.

in Super City's most curious attraction. Super City happened to have the
largest population of super-powered females in the world, even ahead of much
more acknowledged Superhero hotbeds such as Gotham and Metropolis. Dozens of
Superheros called Super City home, and 90% of them were female. Of course,
those were just the registered and acknowledged heroes. Super City also housed
several street level vigilante heroines, both powered and non. These brave
women operated outside the law and took it into their own hands.

Officially, Super City had a zero tolerance policy on Vigilante Crime,
especially since the installment of the police forces new Major. Off the
record, however, there were still several officers on the force that were
happy to have the help no matter where it came from. That is because, for all
its splendor and glamour, Super City housed some of the most nefarious Super
Villains and criminal organizations in existence.

One such organization was the notorious Bavagilo crime family. First formed in
Sicily in the 19th century, the Bavagilo family originally gained their wealth
and influence through the slave trade of ancient Rome. The Bavagilo merchants
were renowned for their inventory of beautiful female slaves and specialized
in capturing fierce female warriors from foreign nations.

The Bavagilo were also known for breaking in their newly acquired female
slaves using methods that, at the time, were considered ground-breaking and
unique. The Bavagilo would keep their captives thoroughly restrained and
gagged at all times until compliance was assured. Even then, the Bavagilo
would often instruct their new broken slaves to remain bound and gagged,
informing them that this was a large part of their new lot in life.

Even through the fall of Rome, the Bavagilo family remained powerful and
influential, as it seemed their particular penchant for kidnapping females had
immense staying power. When the time came, they decided to expand their
influence in order gain more of a global "market share". Eventually, the
family made its way to the new world and would establish itself as the largest
of the six main mafia families of the United States of America.

Super City's high concentration of beautiful females made it a natural fit for
the Bavagilo families Stateside headquarters. The majority of Super City's
everyday female citizens lived their lives blissfully unaware of the predatory
Mafioso scattered among them. Hundreds of gorgeous, talented women went
missing in Super City every year, all of them spirited away by the families
professional kidnapping crews.

Yet the fact that tens of thousands of women flocked to Super City every year
to take advantage of their progressive scholastic and professional pipelines
gave the Bavagilio a seemingly never ending supply of merchandise. Despite the
oblivious nature of the citizens of Super City, the local police force and the
local Super-heroines still made it their mission to try and drive the Bavagilo
the city.

Especially since the Bavagilo had managed to kidnap not only several
attractive female police officers but several female heroines as well. Rumor
even had it that the Bavagilo had allied itself with a powerful Eastern ally.
One that served to make the family even more formidable than it already was.
Many a Super-heroine had fallen victim to Bavagilo family and found themselves
forced into a life of bondage slavery, never to be heard from again.

In fact, it was the kidnapping of one such heroine that was the cause for the
ruckus celebration that reverberated through the Violet Flower Gentleman's
club on one, particularly warm, spring evening. Corda Bavagilo was one of the
sons of the head of the Bavaglio family. He also happened to run one of the
families more successful "acquisition" groups. He and his team had recently
snatched away a group of aspiring models from a phony commercial audition they
had set up.

While attempting to transport the girls to the auction blocks, they were
confronted by a meddling Super-heroine Rumor had it that this was not just any
heroine, but one of the top heroines in the world! Corda's team might have
been taken down that night, but an assist from the Bavagilo's new "associates"
helped them bring down the pesky heroine instead.

It took four months to find a new discreet area to set up another auction,
but, fortunately, the delay did very little to cut into Corda's profits. The
windfall from the auction of the models would have been enough reason alone to
celebrate, but the glory of kidnapping a top-notch heroine made them legendary
in the eyes of the rest of the Family. Even if they did have to sacrifice a
potential fortune by agreeing to let their associates keep the Super at no
charge.

This tale only added fuel to bolster the reputation Corda Bavagilo had built
as a top notch kidnapper. Despite the fact that he was a spoiled, hot-headed,
insufferable brat and a borderline alcoholic, Corda was a virtual Picasso when
it came to the art of kidnapping women. He possessed a keen mind for plotting
and planning out kidnappings.

Under normal circumstances, Corda might have trouble literally thinking his
way out of a paper bag. Insert him at the head of a mission that leads to him
being able to bind and gag an attractive woman, however, and Corda morphs into
a capable field general who is able to calmly adjust to any potential
roadblock in his plan on the fly.

Even Corda's team was meticulously put together with each piece serving a
specific purpose. There was Furious Frank Falconi, the best getaway driver in
the states. In Frank's hands, even clunky panel van was capable of evading
police in a manner that would make Vin Diesel envious.

Then there was Timmy "The Transistor" Collelo, Corda's resident techie. Tony
was capable of building any manner of undetectable spy tech that was essential
when it came to Corda's preparations for a mission. Timmy also excelled at
hacking federal and public records, and he ensured that Corda's victims went
missing without much notice.

Antonio "Boy Wonder" Bondi was brought on board as Corda's bondage rigger.
Outside Corda of himself, no one in the Bavaglio family knew more about
rigging bondage work than Anthony. In fact, Corda was the one who had tutored
Anthony in the ways of restraining defiant female captives. Anthony provided
Corda with a reliant rigger which, in turn, allowed Corda to focus on planning
and leading without having to worry about spreading himself too thin.

Terry "Trigger Finger" Tivoli made sure Corda's team was stocked with the
right amount of firepower. Corda was not interested in any heavy artillery.
Too much noise was an easy way to get yourself apprehended. Corda, however,
wanted to make sure each of his men was individually well armed enough to be
able to shoot their way out of any potential jams. Terry was also a top notch
marksman.

Sonny "Sandman" Salvatore was Corda's ace chemist. The Sandman was a savant
when it came to mixing together chemicals that could subdue the team's targets
and render them unconscious without harming their brain function. Sonny was
particularly an asset to the family when it came to whipping up compounds that
could subdue super-powered heroines, as these ladies seemed particularly
susceptible to sedatives.

Finally, there was Billy "The Hammer" Henry. The little brother of former
professional heavyweight boxer Bobby "The Hay-maker" Henry, Billy had also
tried to make a name for himself in the world of professional combat sports.
Billy chose to go the route of mixed martial arts, and like his brother, Billy
soon found himself in a match for the heavyweight title.

Unlike Bobby, Billy was able to make good on his opportunity. Billy won the
match by TKO three minutes into the first round. Billy hadn't spoken to his
brother in years, and that night he bragged about how he would make his family
proud unlike his estranged brother, who rumor had it now worked for a white
slaver named Twilight up north.

Billy proceeded to paint the town red that night and he became a frequent
visitor of the many fine dining, craft cocktail, and underground gambling
institutions Super City had to offer. He even managed to rack up quite the
gambling debt, but he found very little reason to worry. He assured the pit
bosses that the victory check from his first title defense would be enough
money to clear those debts. After all, his first opponent was a tomato can
fighter with more losses than victories

Billy went into his first title fight full of confidence and infinite
possibilities, and that's when it all went horribly wrong. Two minutes into
the first round, Billy planted his right leg in order to deliver a side kick
to his opponent knee with his left leg. That's when he heard his right knee
pop and felt his leg buckle.

Billy knew right away he had torn his ACL right away, possibly worse. He
attempted to hobble around and avoid his opponent in order to survive until
the end of the round. He began to back peddle, and his knee immediately surged
with pain. Instinctively, Billy's right had dropped for in order to grab his
knee. It was only for a moment before Billy caught himself, however, that
moment was all the time his challenger needed.

Billy's opponent sent textbook Tae Tad Thai kick to the side of Billy's face.
The impact from the kick broke Billy's jaw and sent him spiraling to the
canvas. After all his crowing, Billy's fight career ended just like Bobby's,
staring up at the lights with a shattered jaw.

To add insult to injury, Billy soon found himself mimicking his loathsome
brother in another area, as he too would find himself out of options and
forced to accept employment as hired muscle for a flesh peddler in Super City
in order to atone for his massive gambling debt.

Normally when Billy was at a strip club, it meant that he and the boys were
doing the one part of the job that he hated the most. Hunting for girls to
kidnap and sell off into slavery. The rest of his crew reveled in these
escapades. They would take great joy as they bound and gagged their victims
while taking the opportunity to "sample" the goods for themselves.

Billy, however, was much different. He was not some mindless thug who was
chalk full of testosterone and rage. Billy was an avid reader, loved
documentaries, and was currently taking online classes in hopes of earning a
degree with dreams escaping his nightmarish predicament, no matter how foolish
and far-fetched those dreams might be.

Tonight, however, Billy was in luck. Corda had given his crew the night off
and invited them to the Violet Flower in order to celebrate their first
successful high profile Super-heroine kidnapping. Billy tried to finagle his
way out, but Corda was insistent in his usual menacing manner. The Violet
Flower was the one strip club that was off limits to any and all kidnapping
crews. That's because it also happened to be the one Strip Club in town that
was owned by the Bavaglio family.

Not that all of the Strippers at the Violet Flower were "willing" employees.
Most of them were women who had been kidnapped but were "persuaded" to become
dancers by blackmail or other means. Most of the women knew that they could
either dance for the club willingly or the Family would not only exercise
whatever measure of control they had over these women, but the girls would
find themselves bound and gagged like the rest of Bavagilo's captives in one
of their many underground harems around the world.

Tonight, Billy had one job and one job only. Make sure the head of the
Bavaglio families eldest son and Billy's crew boss, Corda Bavaglio, made it
home safe and sound without wrapping his car around a tree in a drunken
stupor. Billy's was ripped away from his thoughts when he heard the
unmistakable high-pitched sound of a female scream.

Billy whipped his body around only to gaze at the sight of one of the clubs
strippers picking herself off the floor after Corda had unceremoniously hurled
her off of his lap.

"Get the fuck out of my sight you plain ass looking puttana (bitch)!" Corda
screamed while waving his right hand toward the door in a disgusted manner and
spilling some of his Stoli on the rocks all over the floor with his left.
"Billlyyyy! Billyyyy! Where the fuck are you, you giant piece of shit?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Corda...How may I be of assistance sir?"

"How may I be of assistance!" Corda said back in a high-pitched, exaggerated
manner meant to mock his pensive underling. "What the fuck took you soo...Fuck
me! I am fucking drunk! Where was...What was I saying? Oh yeah! What the fuck
took you so long to get your big ass over here!"

"Mr. Corda, it only took me a moment-"

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Don't you ever talk back to me, mother fucker! Do
you understand? And what the fuck happened to this place, huh? Three hours we
have been here, and not one of these bitches on stage have been able to make
my cock hard! I swear to god, if we don't get at least one hot girl up on this
stage, I will have my father fire every last slut here, and ship them off!
Then maybe you, me and the boys will go hunting and grab some talent that is
worth a shit!"

If this were any normal, decent human, Billy would be a bit more at ease. A
normal man wouldn't last much longer with the amount of alcohol and
prescription medication that currently coursed through Corda's system. When it
came to kidnapping, however, no amount of alcohol could keep Corda's sadistic
side from rearing its ugly head. Once they loaded themselves into that van and
grabbed a girl, Corda turned into a machine. Billy was very much worried that
his night of peace was about to come to an abrupt, unwanted, skidding halt.
Suddenly, Billy was on a mission to find a strip club girl good lucking enough
to quell his bosses insatiable thirst for debauchery, and he needed to do it
fast.

"Don't worry Mr. Corda! Just give me five minutes to talk to the manager, and
I am sure we will be able to find you some girls good enough." Billy turned
and began to make his way to the manager office when the unmistakable guitar
riff of Lenny Kravitz's cover of American Woman erupted throughout the club.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to The Violet Flower Stage for the very
first time, Canary!"

The first thing that Billy noticed was the platinum blonder hair. The second
thing he noticed was her thin but well-toned physique and her perky breasts,
both of which were barely covered by skin tight white tank top that stopped
above her belly button. Next, he gazed at her lovely, long legs which were
adorned by a pair of black boots and fishnet stalkings. Her slim waist was
barely covered by a skimpy school girl dress and a pair of twin black belts
that crossed over her navel in the form of an X.

Finally, Billy tore his eyes away from her fit and firm feminine shape and
drank in the breathtaking beauty of her immaculate face. The club was dimly
lit, but Billy didn't need loads of lighting to realize that this women's face
was perfect in every way shape or form a woman's face could be perfect.

The rapid beating of Billy's heart was quelled only by the reaffirming sight
of a mesmerized Corda completely transfixed by the alluring beauty in front of
him. Canary confidently sauntered her way to the pole on center stage as a
haze of dry ice induced smoke wafted on the ground in front of her.

Canary grabbed the top of the pole high above her head with her hands, and she
lifted her feet as she began to spin in perfect unison to Lenny Kravitz's
voice as he belted out his frenetic version of the song's chorus. She folded
her long, sexy legs and proceeded to wrap them around the pole while she
continued her spin. She stopped mid spin and shot Corda a wink before she
began to slide her body upwards near the top of the ten-foot poll yet somehow
maintained her spin.

Once Canary reached the top of the poll, she shot her legs out at a
ninety-degree angle before taking her right leg and folding it over her left
leg and crossing it over her right. After a few more spins in this position,
Canary bent over backward and grabbed the pole with the back of her hands and
slowly spun downward while she hung upside down.

Canary spread her leg wide in an upside split while maintaining her position
with her grip alone, suddenly she readjusted herself to an upright position.
She once again wrapped the back of her legs around the pole and placed her
hands in a reverse grip while she twirled down for her final descent.

Canary landed on perfectly on her right leg which was folded under her.
Canary's opposing leg remained completely straight as her left hand remained
affixed to the poll. Canary then flipped over on her stomach and proceeded to
hop on all fours with elbows on the ground. She arched her back so her rear
end would stick up straight in the air. After letting Corda catch a glimpse of
her tantalizing tush, Canary hopped on her palms and began to twerk for him.
Finally, she rolled over and began to slowly crawl in Corda's direction before
blowing him a kiss.

By this point, Corda was all but frothing at the mouth. He didn't even bother
to utter a single word. Instead, he merely extended his finger and beckoned
the intoxicating Canary to come to him. Canary hopped on stage and did just as
she was commanded. She made her way over to Corda before bending down and then
she seductively whispered in his ear. Corda grinned from ear to ear like a
Grinch who was in the midst of stealing Christmas. Finally, he broke his
silence and addressed the scintillating stripper.

"Yeah! Yeah, babe...That's a boss idea! Hey, Hey moron!" Corda screamed while
yelling in Billy's direction. "Canary and I are going to the Champagne room,
see that no one disturbs us."

This time, however, Billy chose not to respond. Instead, he simply stared at
Canary as if his vision was frozen into place.

"Yo, stupid! You go deaf now too?"

"S-S-SSorry boss! We got your back!" Billy stammered. Not that it mattered of
course. Corda had turned his back and began to make his way toward the
champagne room before Billy could even spit the words out. Corda placed his
hands on Canary's rump and squeezed and groped it the entire way to their
private room. Eventually, the couple faded out of sight, ducking behind a
curtain just as the songs final guitar riff faded out on the speakers. Corda
watched intently before his thoughts were cut off by a pat on his back from
Furious Falconi.

"Staring at a girl that Corda has his eyes on is a good way to find yourself
fired...Or worse."

"It's not that," Billy responded. "I mean, she is hot as hell, don't get me
wrong. It's just...I get this feeling...Like I have seen her somewhere
before."

"Trust me pal, there aren't many girls that look like that! With that face? If
you had seen that girl before, ain't no way you're forgetting."

"I need a drink!"

"Now you are speaking my language! Least I can do is buy The Hammer a shot!
You know I used to be one of your biggest fans when you was fighting, right?
Your brother too! Hey, whatever happened to that guy?"

It seemed that this night was determined to be a long one for Billy, and it
was about to get even longer.

Canary pulled the curtain closed behind them and shoved Corda down in a chair.
She straddled him and began to rub the top of his chest. Meanwhile, Corda
continued to grab and paw at Canary's ass underneath her skirt. Canary began
to sway her hips back and forth while running her hands through her long
blonde hair

"Canary, eh. Nice stage name. Trying a little hard to cash in off that broad
in Gotham City, aren't we? Normally, I despise Super-heroines, but I can dig
it. A girls gotta make a living, right? Bet a lot of John's pay a pretty penny
to get a dance from a Super-heroine look alike, especially when it's a hot
piece of ass like you."

"Maybe...Maybe I just like to sing. Do you want to hear me sing? Or maybe you
think you can make me sing, daddy?"

Corda grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in close. He then grabbed her by
the hair and pulled her face inches from his which in turn elicited a small
moan from Canary's lips.

"Sing, moan, scream...I'll have you doing a lot of things by the end of this
night sweetie. Oh, things I plan on doing to you-"

"What do you want to do to me, baby?" Canary asked while she turned herself
over. She leaned far back and wrapped her arm around the back of the right
side of his head while gently tugging at his hair. She snuggled her face
against his left shoulder mere inches away from his face, and she started to
slowly grind her backside against his rock hard crotch. "Tell me everything
you want to do to me and my body."

"Jesus, you are a nasty one, aren't you? I like that! The only thing I am
wondering is where the hell where you earlier tonight when all of these
amateurs were up on stage?"

"Are we just going to talk about other girls. I thought you were going to talk
to me about all of the dirty things you wanted to do with my body, Mr.
Bavaglio."

"Well for starters, I might shove something in that mouth of yours to keep you
quite if you are not careful. Something other than what I will be shoving in
there later tonight, that is."

"You want to gag me, daddy? I am OK with that, as long as you tie me up nice
and tight too. You ever tied anyone up Mister?"

"Have I ever-" Corda merely chuckled before running his hands all over
Canary's body. He started to grope and pinch her breasts, and his opposing
hand made its way down to the are of her underwear which covered. her delicate
flower. Corda slowly rubbed and stroked Canary's love box while continuing to
molest her smallish yet pert breasts. "Yeah, babe...You could say that I have
tied up a dame or two in my day."

"Then how long would you keep me that way?"

"I would tie you to my bed and shove a huge ball gag in your mouth. I would
spend days fucking the shit out you, and when I wasn't ramming you with rock
hard cock, I would keep you bound and gagged and make you dance for me.
Nothing but pole dances and lap dances with your hands cuffed and your mouth
sealed shut. You would be mine forever unless you started to bore me. If that
happens..."

"Don't stop now!" Canary whispered in his ear as she began to grind up against
him more intently. "What would you do with me? Would you bind and gag me sell
me off? Who would you sell me too? How would you keep me bound and gagged and
hidden away? Would you sneak me out of the country and sell me to some big bad
Shiek? How would you even sneak me out? Don't stop, tell me more and make me
sing, daddy!"

"Enough talking," Corda said as he forcefully pinned Canary's arms by her
side. She gasped, but before Canary uttered another word, Corda placed his
mouth over hers and began to forcibly thrust his tongue down her throat.

"Umphhh!!! Mmmmphhhh!" Canary moaned in utter surprise as she wiggled
uncomfortably in Corda's lap. Her struggles only seemed to excite her customer
even more. Finally, after several minutes, Corda unclasped his mouth from hers
as he began to bark out demands.

"Get off of my lap and strip, slowly." Canary did as she was commanded, and
she began to tug on her plaid skirt before she was once again interrupted by
Corda's menacing growl. "Make sure you shake those hips, and you better not
stop until I say so!" Canary looked back and nodded meekly. She began to swing
her hips back and forth as she slowly pulled down her tiny skirt.

Canary bent over seductively as her skirt reached her ankles. Corda smacked
her ass once Canary was fully bent over, and she remained frozen in place long
enough for Corda to rub her ass in between a few more swats. "Black leather
underwear, nice!" Corda noticed two more leather garments tucked underneath
her belts just above her underwear. He was curious, but it didn't matter, he
was about to have this girl out of her clothes and tied to his bed soon
enough. He continued to slap and pat her rear end while dreaming about all of
the different types of gags he would use on her. He motioned Canary to ignore
his molestation, and continue removing her clothing.

Canary pinched her skirt between her forefinger and thumb while holding it out
with her right hand. She let the skirt go and plummet to the ground below, and
then she wrapped her hands around her body as if she was giving herself a hug.
Canary proceeded to slowly pull up her top while continuing to sway back and
forth. Canary peeled off her top and tossed it aside revealing the back strap
of what appeared to be a shiny leather bra.

"That's Kinky." Corda thought to himself as he continued to play with his
companions rump. Meanwhile, Canary slowly moved her hand toward her shoulder
strap, and Corda grew hot with anticipation eager to see Canary naked and
spread eagle on his bed sooner rather than later. She slipped her hand
underneath the cup of her bra, slowly removed her hand soon after, and then
curiously she placed her face in the palm of her hands.

"Is this bitch crying?" Corda mused to himself. Didn't matter, though, he
would have that mouth of hers plugged soon enough. She could sob all she
wanted to then, no one would ever hear her again. He looked down and grabbed
his low ball glass full of whiskey when his vision was obscured by an object
hitting his face. Corda clawed at the unknown object that seemed to stick the
surface of his mug.

After grappling with the strange wispy object, Corda finally unlatched the
mysterious material from his face and examined just what exactly was it that
had vexed him for the last several moments.

"A blonde wig?" A bewildered Corda thought to himself. "I guess this bitch
really was some sort of cosplay stripper." Just then he looked up and noticed
a curious sight. Canary with a head full of long black hair was adjusting a
pair of gloves over her hands. In fact, they were too long to be categorized
as gloves, more like gauntlets. Even more peculiar was the fact that Canary
now sported a black domino mask which covered her eyes. That's when reality
started to hit him like a ton of bricks. He focused his attention and
carefully examined the sight in front of him.

"Black knee high boots, fishnet stockings, leather top and bottom along with a
twin criss-cross leather belts, black leather gauntlets, and a black domino
mask..." Canary merely stared at him, cracking her knuckles as him mind raced
to put the pieces together. "Why was Canary dressed like this? Was this
supposed to be another Black Canary outfit? But black Canary didn't have black
hair. In fact, she looked like that one heroine. The local broad, Fight-"
Finally, the light bulb in Corda's head went off, and he now recognized the
masked face in front of him. All he could do was bemoan the sudden turn of
events out loud. "Oh for the love of-"

POW! CRACK! SLAM! SMASH!!!

Corda flew out from behind the curtain a bloody, bruised mess. He stumbled to
his feet and began frantically screaming for his men to come to his aide.
"F-F-Fightgirl! It's fucking Fightgirl! She is here god damn it!"

Terry quickly bolted to his bosses side and helped him off his feet. He looked
at Corda in equal parts horror and confusion. "What do you mean Fightgirl is
here, boss? I thought you was in the room with that stripper, Canary?"

"Canary is fucking Fightgirl, you moron! She set me up and ambushed me! Now
someone get in that fucking room and subdue that bitch and bring her to
me...NOW!!!!"

Furious Frank Falconi bolted toward the private room that he just witnessed
his boss tumble through. Before Frank could make it there, his field of view
was obstructed by the sight of an Angelic raven hair beauty as she soared
through the air with her knee bent over and pointed towards him.

Karate, it was the very first style she learned. In many ways, using Karate
reminded her of the pain she was in back then. When she was a broken woman who
had her dignity ripped from her after being raped by a man she trusted like a
father. Keira didn't remember how or why she decided to pack her bags and
leave, as her memory had faded over the turn of many calendar pages. Fightgirl
didn't even remember how she arrived at that place, all she remembered was
sitting outside of the famed Kobura-Ryu temple in Okinawa Japan for three
days.

For the life of her, she couldn't even recall how she heard about such a
school in the first place. Legend had it, however, that Kobura-Ryu was the
apex of self-defense Karate, and Keira was determined to never be a victim
again. It was the start of a particularly brutal rainy season, and she sat
outside the dojo in defiance. They told her repeatedly that they would accept
no female student's under any circumstances, but she wouldn't take no for
answer. Finally, they agreed to listen to her story, and then they agreed to
train her. She learned many moves during her months in that dojo, but there
was one that stood above all others as her favorite.

Hiza Geri! As if she were an arrow shot from a bow, Fightgirl's flew through
the air and her knee connected with the thug's nose. Frank had always prided
himself on having an atypical Italian nose. His mother would always shower him
with compliments about his "perfect' nose, and chide him anytime he got in a
fight for fear that he might break it. That was a fate Frank managed to avoid
for thirty years, until the day Fightgirl sent her right knee flying into
Frank's schnoz, smashing it into fragments and knocking him unconscious.

Fightgirl picked up the sound of footsteps that approached from the rear in a
rapid manner. She turned her body and found herself face to face with a 6"4'
275 lb member of The Violet Flower security team as he raced toward her like a
runaway locomotive. The burly bodyguard threw out his arms and attempted to
corral Fightgirl in a suffocating bear hug. The sight resembled a giant
crocodile spreading its jaws open in order to devour a helpless gaggle of
geese. Unfortunately for the bouldering behemoth, such amateur tactics were
worthless against one as skilled as Fightgirl.

Aikido Nikyo, or wrist control, this was the second martial art Fightgirl
learned as she spanned the globe while honing her techniques. After learning
Kobura-Ryu, Keira entered as many fighting tournaments as she could in order
to refine her karate and gain some much-needed battle experience. Yet, many of
her opponents were powerful men who were simply too large for her to overcome.
During her tournament fights, many of these men would take liberties with the
fine looking gaijin much to her chagrin. They would pin her on the ground and
take their time fondling and molesting her body, before placing her in a
submission hold and ending the fight.

Of course, they could have ended it at any time, but they wanted to have their
fun first. The only thing that stopped them from going all the way with her,
so to speak, was a healthy fear of the masters of her dojo, but even that only
offered her so much protection. In one particular tournament, the men broke
into her locker room and handgagged the surprised young lady before she could
call for help.

The male entrants produced several coils of rope and they stripped off all of
her clothing while she fought like mad. She offered little resistance,
however, and in the end, they succeeded securely restraining her. The tied the
naked, powerless damsel in a strict hogtie and stuffed a piece of cloth in her
mouth which was held in place by several coils of rope looped around her head.

"NNGHHHH!!!! LHHHTTT MMMPHHH GMMMPHHH PPLLLGHHH!!!" The bound and gagged Keira
pleaded.

"You stay here girl. As long as you don't make it to your next fight, you will
be forced to forfeit, and we won't be forced to hurt you. Consider this an act
of kindness."

"STTTMMPHHHH!!!" Keria was equal parts enraged and embarrassed as several of
the fighters began to caress and molest her most sensitive areas.

"I thought her boobs were too small for my tastes, but they feel great in my
hands." One of the men said right before the pinched her nipples.

"OHHHHHWWWHH!"

"You should come over and grab a piece of this ass! It's almost perfect."
SMACK!

"AHHHH!!! SHHTTHH!!!"

"Speaking of perfect, how about that face and those lips? Why don't you forget
all this fight nonsense girly? You would be much better served to stay at my
house while I stuff your mouth with my large cock."

"FFHHHKKKK UUUHHHH!!!!" Fight girl howled back while extending the middle
finger of one of her bound hands.

"See you later sweetie. Maybe if you are still around when we get back, we
will all take turns showing you a good time." The last one said before
reaching down and stroking her female flower several times. Finally, the men
turned and headed out the door towards the exit.

"MMMMPHHH!!!! NNNMPPPHHH!!! DHHNNTHHH!!!

Keira heard her name called on the loudspeakers several times. She tried
everything in her power to call for help; as she hoped against all hope
someone would free her in time to make her match. "HHHHLLLPP MMMMHHH!!!
PPLLLGGHH!! Her hope soon faded, however, and Keira remained hogtied long
enough to hear the announcement of her forfeiture of her match. "NNNGHHHHH!!!!
DHHMMM HHHTTT!"

Every muscle in her firm tight body burned with fatigue as she stretched and
struggled against the ropes that held her in place. She screamed as loud as
she could through her gag, but her sounds were muted to the point that her
cries went unanswered. Finally, after nearly 8 hours, a cleaning lady found
her and cut her lose. Humiliated, frustrated and victimized once again, Keira
was forced to watch the rest of the tournament as a spectator.

That's when Keira saw him! A young boy of 14 bringing down men twice as large
as he was with ease one after another. Amazingly, this young man won the
tournament, and Keira was determined to learn his secrets. A resolved Keira
chased down the young boy after his final fight. She had to find out how the
young child beat those men, many of whom were responsible for her humiliation
back in the locker rooms! It had to end now! This had to be the last time she
let herself get victimized this easily! The boy's back was to her, and she
grabbed his collar in order to gain the boys attention. Next thing Keira knew,
she was on the floor staring up at the Angelic looking young man. He looked at
her in confusion before speaking to her in broken English.

"You're pretty."

"Thanks! You're amazing. What's your name kid?"

"My name is Ichi and thanks. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I-Wait, What? How old are you anyway?"

"Uhhmmm! This many years old." The young man said holding out ten fingers, and
then putting them down and flashing four more.

"Tell you what, I don't know about being your girlfriend, but I will be your
friend. All you have to do is teach me how you beat all those men."

"You want to learn Aikido?"

"Yes! Teach me, Ichi!"

"Uhmm...OK!" Ichi said as he nodded enthusiastically.

"Great, now help me up!"

Fightgirl broke away from the warm thoughts of her past time with Ichi. She
focused back on the present and easily evaded her assailant's attack by taking
a simple quick step to the right of his body. With her gorgeous figure safely
out of the path of his attack, Fightgirl quickly grabbed the bouncer's right
wrist. She used both her hands to lock out his hands and wrist, rendering a
man more than twice her size helpless with ease.

Fightgirl was far from done, however, she stuck out her foot and tripped her
opponent. As the massive, muscle-bound man fell forward Fightgirl grabbed the
back of his head. She lifted his head slightly before ramming it back down on
the cocktail table in front of her. With her adversary now woozy, Fightgirl
firmly held on to the back of the head and brought it back up from the table.
She quickly found the nearest wall and rammed his head against it several
times before letting his unresponsive body plummet to the floor below.

Fightgirl heard the familiar clicking sound Baby Glock magazines as they
locked into place. Terry Trigger Finger Tivoli had nervously un-holstered and
loaded his piece, and the rest of the crew minus Frank, of course, followed
suit. As for the patrons and dancers of the club, they fled the scene in a
full on panic! Fightgirl then took off amid an array of bullets and slid
underneath the stage for cover. The men slowly approached the stage as they
figured they had their prey dead to rights, but their approach was halted by
Corda as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Put down those fucking guns! This is goddamn Fightgirl! Do you have any idea
how much a kidnapped female heroine is worth on the black market? Especially
one as hot as her? We could make a fortune auctioning her off as a gagged
pleasure slave to some oil Shiek, but NOT if she is full of a MILLION FUCKING
BULLET HOLES! Surround the stage! She has got to come out sometime, and when
she does, pounce on her!"

Unfortunately for Corda, his plan failed to account for one fatal flaw.
Fightgirl's retreat under the stage had not been a random act of panic, but
rather a tactical retreat. She had hidden a few friends underneath the stage
at the beginning of the night, and Corda's men were about to meet them
personally. Just like the first time she met them.

Keira's travels soon brought her to Indonesia, the land of seventeen thousand
islands, and a particularly dangerous form of guerrilla combat known as Pencak
silat. She boarded a raft and floated over to West Java, and eventually
arrived at the Cimande village of the Sukabumi area. She quickly found a
master in a 97-year-old female Silat practitioner known only as Master Abadi.
She worked as a laborer in Master Abadi's rice fields during the day in
exchange for lessons at night, as was the tradition. It was after an
unfathomably long day in the rice fields, that Master Abadi introduced
Fightgirl to her two soon to be best friends.

"GAHHHH!!!" Keira screamed as she fell to the ground after being nearly beaten
to death by the crazy old hag.

"Tonfa!" Master Abadi stated very matter of fact while staring at her downed
disciple.

"Tonfa?"

"Tonfa." The master repeated while holding up the two objects in her hand, the
same two objects that delivered Keira's beat down.

Fightgirl slid out from underneath the stage and in between Trigger Finger
Tivoli and Boy Wonder Bondi. Neither of the men knew what hit them. All they
felt was the impact of carbon fiber as it connected with the ilioinguinal
nerve clusters located in their inner thigh area. Each man bent over in
searing pain. That's when that same carbon fiber rammed into the underside of
their chins and crushed each man's trigeminal nerve. This immediately, and
momentarily disconnected the synapse of each person's brain, knocking the two
crew mates out before they even hit the floor.

"Tonfa!" Fightgirl blurted out loud as she held her two best friends tightly
in each of her hands. A pair of twin side handled, carbon fiber, midnight
black night sticks.

Fightgirl readied her trusty side handled night-sticks and prepared herself
for her next attacker. She heard footsteps approach her again from behind, and
she quickly and deftly spun around and hurled one of her batons at her
oncoming attacker. She nailed Timmy The Transistor Collelo right in the mouth
and knocked out two of his front teeth. This caused the, now gap-toothed, tech
genius to bow down in pain, Fightgirl made use of the doubled over dweeb as
she flipped over him to take on her next opponent.

Fightgirl swung her lone remaining sturdy baton at Sonny the Sandman
Salvatore, he was able to snag her wrist and slap the baton out of her hand.
The Sandman smiled and tightly gripped the sodden cloth in his hand. He
attempted to reach forward and press the cloth against Fightgirl's flawless
face, but Fightgirl read his attack.

Muay Thai wasn't the first style she learned, and it wasn't the last. Out of
all the styles she learned, Muay Thai's training was by far the most brutal.
She went straight to the source, Thailand. There she spent the next several
months kicking large trees, being beaten in the stomach with large sticks and
being forced run through the forest barefoot. It was merciless, agonizing,
painful, and she loved every minute of it!

Well, almost all of it. There was that time Keira was kidnapped by a Thai
slave trader. She spent months bound and gagged inside a tiny village on one
of the uncharted islands of Indonesia. The entire village conspired to keep
her a bound and gagged captive who they would rent out to unscrupulous
tourists as a prostitute, against the muffled girl's will of course.

They kept her in their clutches for months. She was rescued, by all people, a
Thai superheroine but that was a story for another day. The rest of her
training was an adrenaline filled dream. Muay Thai wasn't the first martial
art she learned, and it wasn't the last, but it was by far her favorite!

Fightgirl averted her thoughts from the good old days of training in Thailand
and placed her attention back to the Sandman. Just as the criminal chemist
planted his back foot in order to drive his hips and generate the power needed
to quickly thrust his hand on top her unprotected mouth, Fightgirl sent a
stiff low Thai kick to that same leg. It was a textbook shot, and it robbed
Sonny of feeling in his leg. With his leg deadened, Salvatore quickly lost his
balance, and Fightgirl took that opportunity to grab him by the shoulders and
send a knee into his rib cage. Sonny shrieked as he felt two of his ribs
crack, the pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. Fightgirl followed
up with a sharp elbow to the top of the hunched over Sonny's temple and the
Sandman was the one put to sleep for a change.

She quickly turned back to the man whose teeth she literally knocked out and
who was still crouched down in agony while he oozed blood. Fightgirl grabbed
the back of his skull with a Muay Thai Clinch and began to fire off repeated
knees to the man's face. Timmy flailed his arms wildly as he swung his arms
about in a mad bid free his face from being pummeled beyond recognition.
Finally, she relented and a battered and bloody Timmy fell to the floor out of
commission like a burned out motherboard.

Fightgirl was far from relaxed, however, she had done her homework on Corda's
crew before starting her mission. She had spent countless hours combing
through the background of each one of Corda's men. Fightgirl had established a
vast network thanks to the goodwill accumulated through her escapades as a
crime fighter. She had called in every favor she had and made she sure she was
armed with all of the information she needed to bring these men to justice.
Four men down, one to go...Not just any one man mind you, he was the biggest
man of them all. The problem was he was nowhere to be found.

As if he had read her mind, Corda bellowed from the bottom of his lungs while
curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the club. "BIILLLLYYYYY!!!!"
BILLLLLYYYYY!!!! Where the fuck are you? You giant, dumb, Neanderthal!"

Billy Henry staggered out of the bathroom like Rip Van Winkle after he had
been roused from 100 years of sleep. "W-What is it boss?" Billy stuttered as
he struggled to buckle his belt. Once he was finished, Billy's jaw dropped as
he surveyed the club. The walls were riddled with bullet holes, tables were
overturned and strewn across the floor. More importantly, Billy's teammates
were sprawled along the floor, and standing above them, a single, stunningly
attractive, lone masked female.

Billy knew he recognized that face earlier. He had seen her in action once
when he was a normal civilian. He witnessed her stop a mugging during one of
his morning runs. Now she was standing in front of him, and he had no choice
but try and take her down. The two circled one another while sizing each other
up. Billy had felt this feeling before. Two prize fighters measuring each
other up before locking horns in battle.

Fightgirl might have been much smaller, and far more beautiful, than any of
the opponents Billy faced in the ring, but she was just as dangerous. Billy
knew this to be true, but Billy was no slouch either. That's the only reason
the Bavagilo family spared his life after he racked up his large gambling
debt. In a one on one fight, few people were his equal, not even Fightgirl.

"Listen Fightgirl, I don't want to hurt you. Just let me grab Corda and get
out of here, and we can all go our separate ways!"

"I know you don't want to hurt me, Billy. I know you never wanted to hurt
anyone. Just let me question that scumbag boss of yours and haul him in. I'll
let the police know you were coerced into joining Corda's team against your
will. I will make sure they are lenient on you. All you have to do is serve a
few years, then you can go finish school and go back to trying to live a
normal life."

"Sounds like you did you homework Fightgirl, but if you did, then you know I
can't let you do that. Besides, last I heard, you aren't exactly that high on
The SCPD's Christmas shopping list yourself these days."

"What were you thinking Keira?" Fightgirl thought to herself, "You knew there
was no way you would be able to go at least one night with getting a few
bruises." Fightgirl took her stance and readied herself for a fight. "All
right Billy, guess we do this the hard way then."

Fightgirl raised her guard and carefully approached Billy. She sent a few low
kicks to explore Billy's defenses, and true to form, Billy raised his leg and
blocked them with ease. The massive size of Billy's legs wasn't just for show.
Fightgirl's leg felt like she had just kicked a fire hydrant. Fightgirl sent a
few feints with her jab, but Billy didn't even flinch. Billy wasn't about to
make the first move, instead, he would put the onus on his much lighter
opponent.

Fightgirl was getting nowhere, and she knew she needed to find a way past
Billy's guard quick before his teammates recovered. Therefore, she decided to
try a psychological approach.

"You know, I saw some footage of your brother recently Billy. It was some sick
perverted live sex show. There he was in all his all his former glory, raping
some poor young girl dressed in a Hooters outfit. He had her tied up and
gagged, but you could still hear her muffled screams. She was begging for him
to stop, to release her and let her go back to her old life. I tried to find
the feed and save her, but it was cut off before I could track it." Fightgirl
could see the internal conflict begin to build through Billy's hazel eyes, so
she decided to go in for the kill.

"Is that the type of man you want to become? Do you want to end up just like
your big brother? The same older brother who stole your mom's credit card and
left the both of you to rot in a trailer home when you were just a kid? Didn't
you want to be different? Weren't you supposed to be the good son? I wonder
what your mother would think if she were still alive, her two boys now nothing
more than a pair of rapists."

Billy momentarily froze upon hearing those words, that moment, however, was
all Fightgirl needed. Fightgirl threw a forceful middle kick into Billy's
side. Under normal circumstances, Billy would have tried to parry the kick
with a block, but with his concentration broken, Billy's instincts kicked in
and he used his quick reaction time to catch her leg instead. Fightgirl was
far from panicked at the sight of Billy grabbing her leg and pinning it
against his torso, in fact, it's exactly what she wanted.

Fightgirl spun around and threw a textbook enziguri nailing Billy in the
temple of his head with her heel. Billy's was clearly stunned, and Fightgirl
went in for the kill. Before she could make a move, however, Billy quickly
shot in on the surprised heroine. She lowered her center of gravity and used
her forearms to shield herself from being taken down on the ground. This was
not Billy's endgame, however. Billy quickly spun around Fightgirl and took his
opponent's back. He only needed one of his massive arms to pin her arms
against her body, and he locked in the hold by pressing her tightly against
himself in a reverse bear-hug.

"NoooMMMMPHHH!!!" Fightgirl's screams were cut off as Billy clamped his hand
tightly against her mouth and lifted her in the air so that her legs flailed
about above the ground. Fightgirl squirmed and bucked against her captor but
to no avail. He had her securely restrained, and all she could do is yell into
his meaty palms in protest. "UMMPHHH NNNGHHHH LLHHHTTT MMMPPHH GMMMPHH!!!!"

"Sorry Fightgirl, but there is no use in fighting. I am bigger, stronger, and
I am a better fighter than you. I am sorry it had to come to this. Corda and
his men are going to do some horrible things to you. I only wish you had
listened to me earlier."

Right on cue, Corda rose to his feet and began to slow clap. "Billy you big
dummy! I knew I kept you around for a reason. As for you Fightgirl, he is
right you know! You are in biiiiiig troooouble."

"FHHHKK UHHHH!!!" Fightgirl spat back. She twisted and turned while trying to
create the leverage she needed to free herself but she was getting nowhere
fast. Fightgirl suddenly ceased her struggling bowed her head and closed her
eyes.

"That's a good girl. Give up now and maybe we will go easy on you!" Corda took
Fightgirl's actions as a sign of the vigilante vixen admitting her defeat, but
he couldn't have been more wrong. Fightgirl knew she had to figure something
out quickly before the rest of Corda's men recovered, and all hope of escape
was lost. The thing is, she knew exactly what she needed to do. She would be
forced utilize a weapon she hadn't used in a long time, and it ate her up
inside.

There was almost a certain symmetry in it all. The very first time Keira had
approached a dojo was during a torrential downpour in Japan. Now she found
herself in China at what would be her final destination, during a similarly
robust rainfall. During each one of her stops in Keira's martial arts odyssey,
she would hear legends of a Kung-fu style whose disciples had never lost a
fight in its thousands of years of existence. It was said that this school
never took on more than two students at a time, and only one of those students
would be chosen to inherit the final, and most secret of its teachings.

It was there where she gained and then lost the most. It was there where she
met the one master who she at times hated more than any other, and who meant
more to her than any man outside of her father. That school was the site of
some of her fondest memories, and one of her most tragic. It was there where
she learned a martial that might have made her unbeatable, but she swore to
never use it. Even the thought of doing so was so painful that she didn't know
if she could do it without crying.

"Damn it old man!" Fightgirl thought to herself as she choked back her tears.
"You know I hate that I having to use your techniques. It takes so much out of
me, not to mention that I still haven't forgiven you for being such an
unbelievable, unrelenting, incredibly flamboyant, asshole of a teacher....Or
for leaving me." Fightgirl knew the Old Crow was probably looking down from
the heavens, laughing at her hysterically. Often when they were together,
Fightgirl would swear to him that she would never buy into his Eastern
mumbo-jumbo. "I just came for the techniques, you can keep all your spiritual
crap!"

He told her not to be such impudent young brat, and that no lesson is
unnecessary. "Remember all that I have taught you! There will come a time when
the rustiest unused tool will be of the utmost necessity when building a
house."

"I got nothing to lose at this point, might as well give it a shot. Here
goes..." Fightgirl assured herself. As Corda began to slowly approach her,
Fightgirl closed her eyes and began to block everything out but the sound of
her own heartbeat, just like he had taught her. Next, she focused on her
breathing and began to gather her Chi.

Keira remembered that she scoffed at him when he first talked to her about the
power of chi. In fact, she remembered that she scoffed when she thought about
this same conversation just last week. However, now she just concentrated on
trying to remember the rest of his lesson. She pictured her Chi in the shape
of a small flame, and then she envisioned herself adding logs to that flame
one by one. She imagined the flame growing rapidly until it turned into a
four-alarm blaze. She could feel the heat of the flame build up inside of her.
She let it build up until it reached its apex and engulfed her entire being,
and that's when she opened her eyes and finally sprung into action.

She rammed her right foot against Billy's knee, the same knee she knew he tore
up in has last fight. Billy screamed in agony, but he didn't let go just yet.
Therefore, Fightgirl sent the back of her head crashing into the bridge of
Billy's nose and he finally loosened his grip over her body and mouth just
enough to allow Fightgirl to escape his grasp. Corda once again scurried out
of sight when he caught a glimpse of an unencumbered Fightgirl free of Billy's
vice like grip. Instead, of creating more distance between her and her massive
opponent, however, Fightgirl faced Billy and bent her legs slightly while
holding her palms together and outward.

"First Fist, Style of the Whopping Crane!" Fightgirl exclaimed out loud. With
that, she threw her palms outwards and shoved Billy in the chest. Billy was
stunned and surprised by the strength of Fight girls attack. Seemingly out of
nowhere, it was as if her strength had somehow been artificially boosted.
Billy felt a sharp pain shoot up his sternum, almost like he had been hit in
the chest by a cannon. How was that possible? There is no way a girl that
small could hit that hard! Plus she wasn't that strong before.

Billy was so focused on Fightgirl's surprising show of sudden strength that he
never noticed his complete loss of balance. Once this fact dawned on him,
however, Billy flailed his arms while trying to maintain his footing. After
she executed her first move, Fightgirl spread her arms out to the side as if
she were trying to hold back an imaginary wall, or trying to take flight. She
placed one leg behind the other and remained bent over almost as if she had
just completed a curtsy. She looked up at her opponent before speaking again.

"Second Fist, Style of the Praying Mantis." Fightgirl moved toward her
opponent using a forward barrel roll. From her knees, she sent two decisive
Karate chops to the inside of Billy's thigh's and one painful shot to his
groin before curling her hands into a fist and unleashing a vicious double
punch to his abdomen. Billy could have sworn Fightgirl had used a knife to
slash his legs and then stab him in the gut. Imagine his surprise when he
looked down at her hands and noticed they were empty. Billy even
subconsciously bent over as if he were trying to prevent his guts from
spilling out of his stomach. With her opponent bent forward gasping for air,
she sprang upwards and unfurled a massive elbow underneath Billy's chin, which
again sent him stumbling back.

"Third Fist, Style of the Flying Dove." Fightgirl leaped high into the air,
she twirled around several times as if she were a gold medal winning Olympian.
As she reached the zenith of her leap, she extended out her arms and began her
descent with her right leg held high up in the air next to her nose. Billy
looked up at the ceiling in order to find Fight girls location. He shielded
his eyes from the light, but, as he looked Fightgirl as she seemingly floated
in the air, he mused to himself for a second about how elegant she looked.
Floating up there in the sky, she looked just like a beautiful dove who had
taken flight. That was the last thought that entered his mind before Fightgirl
landed sending her right foot crashing down on her opponent.

It was like a giant battle ax had cleaved Billy in half. His eyes began to
roll in the back of his head, and he started to feel himself fade out of
consciousness. Billy knew that when he awoke, he would most likely find
himself locked behind bars for all of the crimes he committed. A fitting end
for a life full of wasted potential. Still, one thought did not fail to escape
his mind as the darkness started to take a hold of it. Earlier, he remembered
thinking Fightgirl was no match for him one on one. He was wrong, Fightgirl
was better. Much, much better. No! She was more than that. She
was..."Incredible!" Billy whispered out loud as his head hit the ground.

Fightgirl dropped down to one knee as she carefully kept an eye on her
defeated opponent while she tried her best to catch her breath. Her lungs were
on fire, and she felt like she hadn't eaten in days. The Three Fists of The
Old Crow, it seemed like a lifetime ago that she was put through hell in order
to learn that technique. The same technique that she brushed off as old school
nonsense, and swore she would never use. It was a devastating maneuver, but it
was not without its consequences. Gathering her Chi in such a rapid manner was
great for a massive temporary boost in strength, but the increased abilities
did not last long and left her completely exhausted afterward.This was the
exact reason she considered it such a haphazard technique, but desperate times
called for desperate measures.

Fightgirl warily rose to her feet. Her arm and legs were heavy to the point
that she imagined all of her bones had been removed and replaced with led. She
needed to hurry and collar each of these men before they came too, otherwise,
there was no way Fightgirl was going to be able to put up much of a fight now.
Once again, she looked down at Billy Henry.

"Sorry about the psychological warfare big guy, no hard feelings I hope."
Billy, of course, was in no position to answer. Poor guy, Fightgirl couldn't
help but wonder how his life would have turned out if it had gone a little
differently during his first title fight. Then again, a little bad luck is no
reason to turn to a life of crime. Billy may have been a nice guy, but he
needed to pay for his crimes.

Fightgirl attempted to walk back to the and search underneath the stage where
she had hidden her handcuffs when she was suddenly tackled from behind. As she
hit the ground, a hand shot out from behind her and latched itself over her
lips. Fightgirl gasped but her voice was stifled by meaty mitt which sealed
her mouth shut, and the strong fingers which dug into the side of her face
locking the hand in place.

"MMMPPHHH!!!" Fightgirl reached up and grabbed the hand with one of her arms.
In the meantime, her attacker grabbed Fightgirl's opposing arm and twisted
high behind her back. She desperately pulled at the arm covering her mouth
with her free arm and pulled as hard as she could, but it was no use, she just
didn't have enough energy left. Fightgirl and her attacker tumbled to the
ground, but this did little to loosen the grip of the handgag which currently
vexed her.

"NNGHHH!!! MMMPPHHH!!!!" Fightgirl furiously shook her head from side to side
in a mad bid to shake the meaty hand which muzzled her face. Her attacker, on
the other hand, kept his fingers in place and expertly cupped her chin with
his bottom two fingers in order to ensure her jaw remained locked shut.
Fightgirl didn't have to think long and hard about the identity of her mystery
assailant. She chided herself for her momentary lapse in focus. "Really
stupid, Keira, how could you have forgotten about, Corda?"

Four months ago....

The dichotomy never ceased to amaze the citizens of Super City. During the
daytime, the roads were a chaotic blend of bad accidents, unnecessary slow
downs, and the far too frequent diversion of traffic thanks to constant
battling between heroines and villains. In Super City, heroine/villain fights
were the most cited excuse among morning commuters for tardiness to the
workplace, and they accounted for nearly 70 percent of the cities auto
insurance claims.

The difference driving down the roads of Super City between daytime and night
time, however, was...Well, night and day. Once the sun set over the glimmering
waters of Super City bay, the level of activity on the roads dissipated to
nearly non-existent levels. The normally jam-packed highways became relatively
clear, which made it a breeze to travel between each of Super Cities separate
boroughs.

Which is exactly why seeing a lone custom, extra long, white panel cargo van
with blacked out windows traversing through backroads was such a curious site.
Unless it was to avoid the agitating proposition that was Super City rush hour
traffic, using the back roads of Super City to get anywhere seemed like a most
cumbersome endeavor. That is of course unless you are looking to avoid the
highway for another particular reason.

Why this van looked to avoid the concrete speedways of the city was due mainly
to its cargo. More specifically the type of discretion required when the cargo
loaded into the back of your van is normally a stashed bevy of bound and
gagged beauties. Besides, it harder to enjoy the fruits of one's labor going
65 mph down smooth asphalt. Especially not when you can take your sweet time
rolling down a city road so torn up that nobody would notice a vehicle whose
ride might bumpy for completely different reasons.

Inside the van, a cacophony of gagged feminine grunts and groans interested
with the boisterous bravado of male braggadocio. The blustering bombast came
courtesy of Corda Bavagilo and his cohorts. A kindred kidnapping crew made up
four like-minded gentlemen, and one unwilling, yet unassertive accomplice;
Corda and his men had ample reason to celebrate this evening.

After all, they successfully managed to wrangle an exceptionally beautiful
woman who would no doubt fetch a handsome sum at auction. The Bavagilo had a
team dedicated to scouring social media for women whose feeds were obviously
advertising their intense desire to break into the entertainment industry. The
ideal candidates were young girls with few personal connections, and who were
less likely to be missed.

Most of the time, these were young women whose aspirations of breaking into
show business at any all cost created a frayed relationship with their parents
and loved ones. Yet for many of these ladies, that hardly mattered.
Relationships could be replaced, but fortune favored the bold. Yet, the
Bavagilo were never ones for patience, so several procedures were implemented
to spur the oblivious, nubile, luscious ladies further into their predatory
clutches.

First, there were the fake facebook and Instagram comments which urged these
unsuspecting, delectable dolls to make a career out of modeling. Then there
were the direct messages by shell management agencies and the encouragement
from counterfeit talent scouts who happened to "bump" into these ladies on the
street. Finally, a phony high-powered agency would contact and pitch the girls
on procuring their services.

Usually, Corda compadre's hunts would net a particularly impressive haul of
captive cuties of various ethnicities and backgrounds. This was a must, as the
auction's buyers demanded a diverse inventory. Today, however, the voluminous
van veered towards its final destination with a lone bodacious beauty
bewitched by her bonds and mercilessly muzzled. This stunning, silenced
seductress seethed as Corda's companions caressed and cupped certain sensitive
areas. The bewildered bound beauty bucked, battled, and bemoaned her inability
to escape the clutches of the criminal cadre. Indeed, escape seemed impossible
and rescue unlikely while her future remained clouded by uncertainty.

Normally, a night which produced a lone female captive might have been
considered a bust for the Bavagilo's ace abduction aggregate, but today
Corda's felonious faction had lured a remarkably luscious Latin lady into
custody. Samaria Reynaldo was a model of some note and rising fame. The
alluring, raven-haired, full bodied, brown skinned vision was a distant dream
for many a harem keeper. After all, she was too high profile, and it was a
profile that only grew each time someone gazed upon her unrivaled beauty.

Fortunately, for the Bavagilo, Samaria grew incredibly impatient for instant
fame despite her agencies best efforts. They warned her that building demand
took time, no matter how beautiful she was and that her career had already
progressed faster than most. Unsatisfied, Samara fired her agents and her
manager and started the search for new management. Fortunately for the
Bavagilo, she stumbled into their agency by complete chance.

They massaged her ego and inflated her sense of entitlement. They chided her
former agents and justified her actions with false claims against them. The
phony agents deviously deceived Samaria with the ambrosia of false promises
and unrealistic expectations. They assured her that she had made the right
move and that only they could deliver the promised land that had been unjustly
withheld from her.

Samaria listened intently as she was pitched a project described to her as a
true star-maker. Her eyes filled with hope and heart brimmed with glee as the
details of the proposal percolated through her ear drums. A top secret
hush-hush project funded by a top producer and helmed by a big name director.
The part was for the female lead and the protagonist of the picture. She would
have to audition, but this was a mere formality of course. The director just
wanted to make sure Samaria would stay tight-lipped about her potential
opportunity.

As long as she did so, the rest of the details would be made known to her
after the audition. Then, her new agents came up with a bold plan in order to
maximize the impact of her first leading role. They told her to cut off all
ties with her loved ones, friends, and associates. Her new suitors claimed the
stench from her prior affiliation with her atrocious agency was too fresh.
Make yourself disappear for a short while and when you reappear it will be
like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Trust them they said, it would be worth
it, this was the role of a lifetime. Little did she know the role promised was
that of a lifetime slave in some lucky bidders harem.

Once the unsuspecting femme arrived at the audition a few months later; she
noted the peculiar choice of venue. The address given to her led to an
abandoned building on the outskirts of town. Samaria brushed it off as the
work of a paranoid director who went to extremes to maintain secrecy. It might
have been odd, but that probably meant he or she were some sort of genius. She
had heard that the best directors were often severely eclectic. As soon as she
entered the dark, damp, dimly lit building and the door slammed shut behind,
she felt the warm familiar feel of leather as a gloved hand clamped over her
lips.

"MMMMPHHH!!!"

Corda and his men had been laying in wait, licking their proverbial chops at
the opportunity to get their hands on the elegant enchantress. A few minutes
later, Samaria's clothes had been torn from her firm, sensuously sexy body.
She grappled and groaned as the men placed her wiggling naked body flat on her
back and atop a black vinyl, massage bed with wheels. The sinister septuple
tore off several layers of black electrical tape and used it to bind the
floundering magnificent, mesmerizing maiden.

With great apprehension, Billy held Samaria's legs together as The Transistor
Collelo wrapped the sticky tape around the wriggling woman's ankles all the
way up to his calves. Meanwhile, Trigger Finger Tivoli delighted in caressing
her thighs before he enveloped them under more layers of tape. More tape was
placed over her shins and then run underneath the table in order to strap her
long, lovely legs to the vinyl bed. An additional small piece of tape was used
to tape her toes together.

Samaria's arms were pinned to the side of her body by more tape and then
lashed her upper extremities to the table in a similar manner as her legs. The
rapscallions looked like children unwrapping presents on Christmas day as they
continued to wrap up the divine, scrumptious body of their captive cutie. More
rolls of tape were unearthed as long strips were peeled off and run over her
body and under the table. Tape traveled under, over, and around Samaria's
tantalizing tits as if miscreants wanted to highlight her rack almost as much
as they wanted to restrain her.

Finally, Samaria bondage was topped off by a layer of tape that sealed her
lovely lips shut, and encircled the head of the table. This served not only to
gag Samaria; but also hold her immaculate face in place while her big brown
eyes stared pleadingly up at the ceiling. The outline of Samaria's pleasantly
plump lips showed through the restrictive tape as it adhered perfectly to her
mouth and prevented her from prying open her chops. A pliant piece of foam
that expanded inside of her mouth, and filled every single crevice leaving
nary a bit of room, and it complimented the tape in keeping the distressed
damsel silent.

"NMMMPHHHH!!!! HHHLLP!!!! MMMHHHHH!!!!"

As Samaria furiously grappled with the grip of the tape which glued her to the
table, she twisted and turned trying to avoid the onslaught of roaming hands
and fingers as they molested her helpless, flawless figure. Samaria clenched
hands into fists, and she shook them as she made seemed determined to escape
her bondage. Sandman Salvatore cared little for Samaria's struggles or her
muted mewing as he groped her gorgeous breasts and pulled, pinched, and played
with her uncovered nipples.

"STMMPPHHH!!!"

Salvatore ignored her and carried on while Trigger Finger Tivoli continued to
run his hands over her smooth legs before he reached underneath Samaria and
fondled her impeccable backside. Boy Wonder Bondi was delighted as he fingered
Samira's bald female flower much to her displeasure. His fingers slid in and
of her as she growled back at him, however, the Boy Wonder soon coerced a few
unwanted moans of pleasure out of the tied temptress.

"UMMPHHH!!! NNNGHHH!!!"

The massage bed rocked back and forth during as the villainous van sped toward
its final destination. Although it would have been of no consolation to
Samaria; the level of resources poured into her kidnapping showed just how
much the Bavagilo thought of her potential value. Having their top seven
kidnappers her stuff her in a van as the lone captive passenger was akin to
having the police escort navigate a high ranking political figure through
traffic. The Bavagilo considered her a highly valuable asset, and they wanted
to assure she made it to market without a hitch.

Ever the wet blanket, Billy had been handed the camera and assigned film
duties while The Transistor Collelo set up a live feed to wet the appetite of
any potential bidders. Furious Frank handled the driving duties in between
longingly gazing in his rearview mirror and cursing himself for being a good
driver. Corda merely sat in the front and smoked a victory stogie in honor of
another job well done. He could see the pier just a few feet ahead of them.

"That's it, sweetie, keep struggle! More struggling means more money in our
pockets. Most of our buyers tend to like their girls defiant."

"MMMMPPPHHH!"

"What was that? I couldn't understand you. You better get used to it though.
Whoever buys you are going to make sure your pretty lips stay tied and your
bad ass body stays bound for the rest of your days." Corda took another pull
from his hand-rolled cigar before he taunted his perpetually restrained
prisoner further. "We are just a few feet away from our final stop. Once we
get to that pier, we will prep you for the auction. Of course, the boys and I
will all take turns having fun with you fir-." Corda's heckling was halted,
however, by the sudden, violent, vicious vibrations of the van's chassis.
Corda turned to his driver in absolute confusion and demanded answers.

"What the hell happened?"

"I don't know! Seems like we somehow blew out a tire."

"Seriously? What's the matter with you? You are supposed to be my Ace driver!"
Moments after Corda spoke the passengers of the Van felt the tumultuous
tremors which reverberated throughout the vehicle heighten to an even more
violent pace. The entire right side of the van suddenly seemed several inches
lower than the left. "Did you just run over something else and blow another
tire! I told you to be fucking careful, and keep your eyes peeled!"

"I was...I did! We didn't hit nothing! I got no idea what's going on!"

Corda calmed himself and stuck his head out the window in order to gander at
the status of his two blown tires. At least he could take Solace in the fact
that they had essentially already arrived at their destination. Suddenly,
Corda turned to the other passengers with sheer panic written all over his
face. "Everybody, grab your guns! Not just no pea shooters neither. Trigger
Finger, bring out the big guns "

"What's is it boss!" Anthony Boy Wonder Bondi asked with concern.

"We didn't blow no tires! Those tires was shot out! We are under attack!"

"What? How? By who?"

Corda grabbed his M27 machine gun along with a few extra magazines from
Trigger Fingers hands. He composed himself while speaking in a hushed tone. "I
don't know exactly, but I got a good idea. Those tires was shot out by a pair
of Arrows!"

Presently...

"Very, very impressive Fightbitch! That's a former world champion you just
knocked silly. Too bad it always destined to work out this way slave meat."

"LHHHTTT GGHHH HHHFFF MMMMPPHHH!!!!"

"Oh, I don't think I am going to let you go anytime soon girly." Corda growled
as he began to slowly rub his manhood against Fightgirl's firm posterior.
"Remember when I told you I tie you up and gag you and make you dance for me
for the rest of your days? Remember when I told you that I would tie you to my
bed, gag you, strip you of your clothes, and force my way inside of you
repeatedly?"

"MMMPHHHH!!!! NNNNMMMPHHHH!!!! NNMPPPPHHH!!!"

"I lied! Well, kinda! It won't be for the rest of your days. Only for a few
years, maybe five or six. Eventually, I will get tired of you and sell you off
for a pretty penny. Hot ass heroine like you...We might break auction records
selling your sexy ass off. After all, I never got to sell off the other one.."

"GRRNNNGHHH!!!" Fightgirl moaned as she frantically tried to figure a way out
of this predicament. Whatever she was going to do, she needed to do it fast.
It wouldn't be long before the rest of Corda's men came too. Once that
happened, they would no doubt bind, gag, and spirit her away into a life of
bondage slavery. As the pair jockeyed for position on the carpeted floor of
the Violet Flower, a pair of footsteps approached and caught both their
attention.

"Mr. Bavagilo, are you alright?" His name was Kenneth, and he was a year old
member of the Violet Flower's bartending staff. He was also a low ranking
member of the Bavagilo that served as a sort of intern for Corda.

"There you are, kid. I see you decided to keep your scrawny ass hidden behind
the bar while the adults did all the work."

"It's not like that Mr. Bav-"

"Quiet! I don't want to hear any of your stupid excuses. You have the Families
slave trader app loaded onto your phone, right?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Bavagilo."

"Good, The Transistor loaded all sorts of goodies on there when he created
that app. For example, did you know the app comes with facial and fingerprint
recognition?" Keira's eyes went wide and her blood froze as she intently
listened to Corda's words. "That's right! Now help me take off this bitches
mask so we can find out who she really is!"

"NNNNNMMMMPP!!!! NNNNNGGHHHH!!!! Keira howled as she struggled more furiously
than ever.

"Once we get that mask off and record your identity, Fightslut, you better
start to behave. Otherwise, we might have no choice but to start paying a
visit to everyone you ever cared about."

"GMMMPHHH!!!" Fightgirl yelped as she began to stamp her foot on the ground
out of frustration.

Corda's callow comrade pulled out his phone and opened up the app, then he
slowly and carefully reached his hand out toward Fightgirl's domino mask.

The hapless heroine growled and tried her best to free her face from Corda's
firm grasp. "GRRGHHHHHH!!!! GNNNDHHHH!!!"

It seemed as if Kenneth's hand floated over Fightgirl's mask for an eternity
before she finally felt his fingers press up against the edge fo the mask, and
she then saw the mask in her field of view as it was pulled off of her
exquisite mug and tossed aside. The next thing she noticed was the flash of
the camera as she voiced her disbelief. "NNNNNMMMMPHHH!!!!" This time she
responded by repeatedly kicking both of her feet against the ground in anger.
This can't be happening to her!

"Good job, son! Now hurry up and capture her fingerprints on the arm I have
pinned behind her back!"

Keneth knelt next to Fightgirl's clenched fist, and he used his strength to
pry open her fingers. This task was made easier by the fact that Fightgirl was
still spent from her battle with Corda's goons. He took each finger and
carefully placed them on the screen of his smartphone; rolling each finger
back and forth so the device's camera had a chance to capture the entire
fingerprint. Once the task was completed, the youthful bartender stepped back
and stared at his phone while it attempted to communicate with the Bavagilo's
private network. Transistor Canelo had managed to hack into the database of
both the CIA and FBI. The Bavagilo then had access to each of the two
intelligence networks databases. Armed with this advantage, the Bavagilo had
unmasked and identified many a captured heroine.

"Well?" The testy Corda asked his diligent disciple. "What do the results say?
What's the broads secret identity?"

"Don't know yet, sir. Looks like I am not getting a signal down here. I will
go outside and that should clear up the problem."

"You do that, and while you are out there, grab my keys from the valet stand
and go out to my car. Open up my trunk and grab some rope and that leather
dildo panel gag! We are going to tie this little hellcat up nice and tight,
and give her a little something to suck on for the ride back to headquarters."
Kenneth nodded to his boss and raced out of the club.

"MMMPHHHH!!!" Keira's eyes darted around the room wildly as she searched for
something, anything that would help her out of this predicament. She looked to
her left and suddenly she found a ray of hope. One of her slide arm batons lay
just a few feet away from her! Keira reached her hand out extended as far as
she could. "GRRRGGGHHH!!!" Fightgirl growled as the tips of her fingers
brushed against the black night stick. "UMMPPHHH!!!" Keira tried her best to
slip through Corda's hold. As if he sensed her intentions, Corda wrapped his
legs around her waist in an attempt to limit her from further movement.

Fightgirl didn't have much strength left, but she was also running out of
choices. She reached down into the depths of every last reserve she had and
summoned as much willpower as possible. "MMRNNNGHHHH!!!!" She pushed down on
the ground and lifted her and Corda's body just a few inches off the ground.
It was just enough room, however, for her to be able to push forward ever so
slightly.

Both bodies collapsed back on the ground, and Keira reached once more for her
baton. She wasn't quite there, but if she managed to move another half an inch
her weapon would be in her grasp! Then she could use it to fight Corda off and
make her escape. She put her hand back on the ground for one last push, when
she suddenly felt Corda's hand momentarily release itself from her mouth.
Before she could even process what was happening, Fightgirl noticed a familiar
sweet scent and felt a sodden, damp cloth press over her nose and mouth.
Instantly, she recognized foreign object embedded in the cloth. After all, he
had fell victim to its power many times before. Chloroform!

"NNNMMPPHHH!!!

"I noticed Sandman dropped this when you knocked him out earlier. unluckily
for you, I picked it up and put in my pocket in case I needed it for later.
Corda released her wrist, the one he had locked behind her back, and he began
to fondle and explore her body in earnest. He felt up the feisty fighter's
chest and plunged his filthy hands down the front of her leather shorts right
before he started to toy with the folds of her superb snatch.

"NNNMMPPPHH!!! NNNMMMPPPHHH!!!" Keira used both her hands to claw at the damp,
folded cloth which threatened to plunge her into the darkness of slumber.
Keira tried to calm herself as she realized the more she struggled, the more
heavily she breathed the faster the drug would course through her system. She
couldn't help herself, she was entirely out of options at this point.

"How do you like the Chloro, babe? It's a new batch Sandman recently whipped
up for the Family. Puts a girl to sleep without all of the harmful side
effects. Keeps the girl just on the edge of consciousness without totally
knocking her out. That way she is aware of what is going on, but she can't
fight back. That's why it don't damage our vic's brains! After all, the last
thing we want is to fracture that pretty little mind of yours. Our customers
don't' like that, plus, I want you to be able to feel and realize everything
that I am about to do to you."

Keira felt her eyelids start to get heavy, and she could feel the tenacious
tendrils of the drug take hold and begin to sap her of strength. "UMMPHHH!!!"
Corda responded to her pleas for freedom by quickly flipping Fightgirl over
and laying directly on top of her. He once again ground his crotch against her
body, but this time it was up against her female flower. Corda continued to
ridicule and defile Fightgirl while taunting her.

"I wonder who are under that mask Fightgirl? Well, we are about to find out,
aren't we? As soon as Kenny comes back with the results we will know exactly
who you are."

"NNNNMMMPPPHHH!!!! PLLLLGGHHH GHHHDDD NNNMMMPPP!!!"

"That's when the real fun begins! Once I finish drugging you, I will tie you
and gag you and take you back to our hideout. I will strip you naked, save
your mask and frame it like some sort of trophy. Then, me and the boys, we
will get to release pent up frustration, mostly sexual if you catch my drift.
We will fill every hole you have with our spunk, and film every second of it.
We will keep the camera moving, and we will get have that pretty exposed face
of yours posted all over the darknet....Well, we will cover up some of it with
a nice big, mouth stuffing gag, I suppose. Then Fightgirl, we will let all of
your enemies know your true identity. That way if you ever try and escape; we
will make sure we destroy every person you have ever cared about!"

"NNmmmpphh!" Keira moaned as she started to feel herself fade. She made a meek
attempt to push Corda off of her body as he kept grinding away and groping her
box with his hands. It was no use, Fightgirl's strength was completely gone.
In a few moments, she would be completely unconscious and helpless. Corda's
men would wake soon after, and she would be secured and gagged, and her crime
fighting career would be over. "She was doomed to spend the rest of her days
as a gag slave.

More importantly, she had come here with one purpose, and she had failed her
mission. "I am sorry Chrys." Fightgirl thought to herself as her eyes were
about to close shut when she suddenly heard two noise that roused her back to
life. The first was the crackling sound of 50,000 volts of electricity firing
through two electrodes. ZZZZTTTTT!!!! The second was the blood-curdling scream
of a man in obvious pain.

"GWAHHH!" Corda shrieked as the electricity each of those 50,000 volts and 25
watts fired from the stun gun of Fightgirl's savor ran throughout every fiber
of Corda's body before he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Fightgirl clumsily
ran her hands over her face before she finally removed the sedative soaked rag
from it. Keira heard a familiar female voice beckoning to her.

"Fightgirl...Fightgirl...Wakeup!"

"M-Michelle." Fightgirl whispered as she rubbed her eyes trying to knock all
of the cobwebs out of her mind. "Thank god you are here! You saved me."

The Michelle Fightgirl was referring to was Special Agent Michelle Teadelle of
the FBI's newly minted White Slavery division. Michelle was a hard-nosed, take
no prisoners FBI agent who let nothing get in her way when it came to getting
her man. If Michelle were a superhero, her super power would be her tenacity.
Of course, very few people knew this better than Keira. "Wh-What are you doing
here.."

"Some of the patrons that your little bruh haha chased off called the cops. I
happened to be in town on a case and heard the call on the police scanner.
Fightgirl taking on a bunch of the Bavagilo boys. Thought I would come check
out for myself."

"Well, I am glad you came. I almost got myself kidnapped...Stupid." Fightgirl
said flatly. As Fightgirl started to come too, she began to scour the area for
her mask.

"Looking for this?" Michelle inquired as she handed Fightgirl her the small
leather object which was so essential to keeping her identity concealed.

"Thanks, Michelle. I can't believe I let them take my mask." Fightgirl
readjusted her costume in front of her savior. Normally, she might have been a
little embarrassed by the fact that her "goodies" were practically hanging out
of her costume, but she didn't even blink at the thought of Michelle seeing
her in this state. After all, it wasn't anything that she hadn't seen before.
Fightgirl grabbed her mask and carefully reapplied it to her face before she
once again addressed her gorgeous guardian angel. "I must look like a complete
amateur right now."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Michelle replied as she surveyed the carnage.
She couldn't help but smile at the sight of the five career criminals
Fightgirl had KO'ed before Michelle's arrival. Five of the most dangerous men
in the Bavagilo family brought down single-handedly by a gorgeous lone woman.
"Seems like you did pretty well for yourself before I got here...Holy shit! Is
that former MMA champ Billy Henry!"

"Yeah." Due to the fact that she hadn't been put completely put under by the
chloroform, Fightgirl had almost completely recovered at this point. "Hope you
brought a sturdy set of handcuffs for that one. He is quite the handful. Wait,
there was another one outside! Did you managed to nab him to?"

"I saw some kid running off as soon as he saw me pull up. I wanted to chase
after him, but I had to come inside and make sure you were OK first."

"Shit!"

"What's the matter?"

"That little twerp has a picture of my face as well as my fingerprints saved
on his phone."

Michelle was startled by this revelation, but she tried not show it. For a
heroine, having her identity exposed was tantamount to just handing yourself
over to a white slaver. Once a heroine's identity was compromised, it was only
a matter of time before they found themselves kidnapped by one of their many
enemies. Still, all was not lost. Michelle's dash cam no doubt captured what
the perp looks like, and this club was on the outskirts of town. That's part
of the reason it took Michelle so long to get here. There is no way that kid
was going to be able to get far on foot.

"Don't worry Fightgirl, we will grab him before he has a chance to uncover
your identity. In the meantime, take a moment to celebrate. Thanks to you we
were finally able to apprehend Corda Bavagilo and his crew."

"Yeah, about that-"

Fightgirl jumped up to her feet and grabbed Corda by the collar. Sure, it was
nice to get this scumbag and his lackeys off the street, but sending Corda to
jail was not the reason she had come here tonight. Corda began to stir to
life, but as soon he gathered his wits about him he was met with a crushing
blow from Fightgirl's right fist.

"Where is she? What have you done with Amazon Arrow?"

To be continued...

SLAM! POW! WHACK!

Each of these sounds echoed throughout the cavernous clubs empty hallways.
Each strike from her surprisingly mighty fist created a chain reaction in
which saliva soared and blood pooled. Fightgirl's right fist jackhammered into
the mobster's jaw one more time, as the impact caused the right side of his
face to momentarily cave in. Ripples of these violent collisions seemed to
reverberate through the entirety of his mandible. The effect was not
dissimilar to the chain reaction when a giant stone is thrown into a small
pond.

The disturbing, violent thunderous sound produced as Fightgirl's fist
repeatedly smashed into the side of the man's face alone would have made the
stomach of anyone in the vicinity turn. Especially when coupled with the sight
of a puddle of blood gathered next to the injured party; along with a lone
molar. The ghastly spectacle would have been enough to make one feel for the
man on the receiving end of Fightgirl's fury if that man were anyone other
than Corda Bavagilo, that is.

The son of Super City's most notorious mob boss, Corda was a kidnapper, white
slave trader, rapist, and all around sociopath. The plasma poured out of his
lacerated lips as he coughed. Corda's vision started to fade before another
shot to the face snapped him back to reality. His head moved up and down as
Fightgirl shook him while she grabbed his collar.

Corda gasped for air as he spat out the excess hemoglobin, followed by one of
his bicuspids. "AHHHHHHH!!!! SHIT!!! Fuck me! How do hit so hard for such a
skinny bit-" WHAM!!

"No more games Corda! You can either tell me where Amazon Arrow is right now,
or I can keep bashing your face in for the rest of the night. Choice is your's
asshole!"

Corda began to wheeze heavily as he warily looked up at his assailant with his
right eye. This eye began to puff, while his left eye was completely swollen
shut. Corda opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, and he began to
breathe even more heavily as his lungs started to expand at a more rapid pace
with each passing moment. Fightgirl briefly worried that she might have taken
things to far, and the thought crossed her mind that Corda was going into
cardiac arrest. As soon as she heard the cackle which emanated from Corda's
lips, she realized she probably hadn't taken it far enough.

"HahhahahaHAHAHAHAHA! Where were you when we snagged your hot little friend
four months ago? Four long months...And now you come looking for her? Tell you
what, you want to find your friend so bad? Go ahead and reach in my pocket."

Fightgirl paused. The last thing she could ill afford at that moment was to be
taken in by another one of this psychopath's traps.

"Don't worry, it's just a flash drive. She knew you come looking for me
eventually."

"She knew I would come for him? What in the world was Corda babbling about?"
Whatever it was, Fightgirl got a distinct feeling that she wasn't going to
like it.

"She told me to make sure to give it you once I saw you. I told her the minute
I saw you, I would tie you up and stuff you in my van. She wasn't so
sure...Guess she was right, so I am going to play it her way. Go ahead
Fightwhore, take the flash drive and watch the video. Once you do, you'll
realize that you are never getting your friend back and that you are royally
fuc-"

Fightgirl had enough at this point and sent a sharp elbow to Corda's face.
With it, she delivered the famed son of the Bavagilo family to LaLa land.
Fightgirl reached into his coat pocket, and, sure enough, she pulled out a
flash drive. She gripped the flash drive tightly in her hand and gazed over at
Michelle with a look that showed equal parts confusion and worry. If someone
had given Corda this flash drive in anticipation of her arrival, then
Fightgirl was dealing with someone who was already several steps ahead of her.
Fightgirl's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the Violet Flower's
front doors exploding open.

"Everyone Freeze! Put your hands up where we can see them!" Two officers
rounded the corner of the entrance with their pistols drawn. The Officers made
the turn past the wall that separated the front desk from the club. There they
caught glimpse of the seven unconscious bodies on the floor of the club, along
with Special Agent Michelle Teadelle, and finally, Fightgirl.

This was not good. Fight Girl was currently persona non grata when it came to
the SCPD. In fact, she was number one on the new Major's list of wanted
Vigilante's. Normally, Fightgirl would make a run for it, but she was still
exhausted from using up all her chi against Billy and the rest of Corda's
goons. Not to mention the effects of the chloroform still lingered, or the
fact that by mere association with Fightgirl, Michelle career may have just
gone up in flames.

"For Christ's sakes Joe, will ya look at this mess!" When officer offered up
to the other."

"No kidding Frank. Good thing I brought several sets of handcuffs. You might
want to put the call in for the wagon so we can haul all these men off. How do
you think we should write this down on the report? Just the facts, of course."

"Well...We obviously write down exactly what happened. Two officers responded
to a call about a disturbance at a local establishment and found several
suspicious characters who had all been rendered unconscious by a lone
female...Special Agent...Who was at the establishment when we arrived....All
by herself."

"That's right Frank! All by herself...No one else around...Not one other
single soul...Or mask for that matter...Definitely no masked vigilantes
here...No sir!"

Michelle leaned over and whispered into Fightgirl's ear, "Looks like it's
true. Not everyone in the force is a fan of the Major's new directive. Still,
you better get out of here while the getting is good. We will meet up and
check out the contents of that drive together, later on, tonight."

Fightgirl carefully palmed the drive before she responded in a hushed tone,
"Right. You know where to find me." With that, Fightgirl nodded to the two
officers who slyly tipped their caps back at the masked heroine. Afterwords,
Fightgirl quietly made her way to the back and slipped out the rear entrance.

Keira Lee stood still as the hot, steamy water cascaded all over her gorgeous
naked body for several minutes. The sultry half Asian ran her fingers through
her lovely, long, raven hair as the thoughts of the evening's events paraded
through her mind. She lathered her soft, pink skin as soap washed away the
unmistakable stink of another long night spent cleaning up the streets of
Super City.

Fightgirl had searched high and low for Chrys's whereabouts since her
disappearance. She pounded the pavement and cracked the skull of every
low-level scum bag in town before one finally pointed her in the direction of
Corda and his compatriots. The night was rough, and it didn't go exactly as
she wanted, but she got the lead she was looking for. Still, why did she feel
so uneasy?"

Once she finished her shower, Keira dried herself off and wrapped her towel
around her lithe, lovely figure. She wiped the steam off of the full-length
mirror and took a moment to herself as she admired her own reflection. It was
a tough fight, but her body showed no signs of battle. She would not need to
use her sifu's special healing balm on this day. Her head still pounded,
however, no doubt an after effect of the drug that almost rendered her a
helpless bondage slave for the rest of her life.

Keira's body was extremely fit and tone, yet despite all her training, she
remained slim and petite instead of overly muscular. On days, like this,
however, she sometimes lamented her supermodel-like figure. Keira could often
feel the jealousy ooze out of the pores of other women whenever she entered a
room. They looked at the smoldering lovely vision of beauty in front of them
and often burned with jealousy. None of them had any earthly idea as to how
fortunate they truly were. None of them knew that Keira went out at night and
put her body on the line in order to rid the world of men who would see them
all bound and gagged and at their mercy.

Yet, Keira's stunning good looks were almost a detriment to her crime fighting
career. They made her a target for every white slavery operation in town.
Kidnap Fightgirl, and rid yourself of a bothersome Superheroine while
simultaneously acquiring a once in a lifetime beauty. The type of beauty that
would be sure to fetch a handsome return at auction. She almost suffered that
very fate tonight. Thank god for Michelle, if she hadn't been there-

Keira broke away from her thoughts as she heard a knock on her door. Keira
made her way over to her spy-hole and she took a gander at her guest. Through
the fish-eye lens, Keira spotted a wide-eyed image of Michelle as the busty,
blonde Special Agent stood in Keira's entry way. Keira opened the door and
stood there naked; save a tiny white towel barely covered her alluring body.
Michelle didn't even bat an eyelash and spoke to Keira as she entered her
apartment.

"Nice Towel. That certainly brings back memories."

"This brings back memories? As I seem to remember, most of the time I had on a
lot less clothing."

"That's true, you definitely made my senior year a lot more entertaining than
it needed to be. I spent more time between the bed-sheets with you than I did
in between my books. I was almost put on academic probation because of it,
remember? Come to think of it, is that why I broke up with you?"

"Here it comes."

"Oh wait, maybe it's because you disappeared, and when you finally came back I
found out you decided to spend your nights beating up thugs in dark alleys
while wearing a mask."

"Listen, Michelle...I know we haven't spoken much since that night, but you
know I never meant to hurt you. We were both so young, and after what happened
to the both of us...I guess we just have a different way of dealing with
things."

Indeed, the last time the two star-crossed lovers had seen each other, the
circumstances were much different. In fact, the last time they saw each other
was a far cry from the first time the met. Back then, Michelle was a senior
and Keira a junior at Darkhill University. They were introduced to each other,
during the beginning of the fall semester, at a sorority party. The girls
found themselves wrapped up in each other's arms a mere few hours later. That
first semester was like a dream for both of them. Keira was a natural
submissive and she was more than happy to let the dominate Michelle take
control in the bedroom. Like all dreams, however, the good times would soon
come to an end.

The very next semester, each woman found themselves violated by a person, or
people, they trusted. Once Michelle was freed from her frightening frat house
bondage prison, she would leave the University for a few months in order to
attend therapy. Once she returned, she would find out that Keira had suffered
similar indignities at the hands of a disgraced professor, and had chosen to
leave the University altogether. Michelle reached out to Keira's loved ones,
but all she heard in response was that Keira had chosen to "travel the globe
and find herself."

They wouldn't meet again for three years, and at that time, it was Michelle
who needed to be rescued. Michelle had shown up at an abandoned warehouse in
Super City with the hope of tracking down some white slavers, only to be taken
down from behind. She wound up hogtied and cleave gagged in the back of a
black SUV. Her top had been undone, and her skirt and underwear pulled down as
the thugs who grabbed her had made it a point to enjoy some of the spoils of
their conquest. They stood by the door of the SUV and jeered her as they
prepared to shut the door on her, and effectively shut the door on her freedom
as well.

"Who would have ever thought the Fed's would employ a hot ass babe like you to
come after us? That's basically throwing free money at us!"

"MMMPHHHHH!!!!"

"Get used to that gag babe! Where you're going, your mouth is gonna spend most
of its time stuffed with things worse than cloth."

Suddenly, a figure flew down the rooftop and landed right behind the thugs.
Michelle could barely make her out, but thanks to the outfit, Michelle quickly
figured out who she was. Fightgirl, The latest Super City vigilante who had
decided to take the law into her own hands. The heroine moved like a blur, as
she quickly disarmed and subdued the unprepared underlings. One she had
disposed of the despicable delinquents, Fightgirl made her way to the back of
the van and freed Michelle from her bonds.

She kept her face hidden the shadows, and once Fightgirl cut Michelle's bonds
loose, she quickly turned her back before Michelle could get a clean look at
her visage. "Call for back up and tell them you apprehended these men
single-highhandedly." That's when Fightgirl felt a sharp pain from behind and
everything went black.

"Or, I could call for back up, and tell them apprehended these men AND a
vigilante operating outside the law!" Michelle chimed as she held the butt of
her gun in the palm of her hand. Michelle made her way over to the downed
damsel and knelt down beside Fightgirl's face. "Now, let's see what you look
like under this mask." That's how Michelle found out that her precious Keira
had turned to the life of a masked crime fighter. When Keira came too, she
found herself seated on the passenger side of Michelle's vehicle minus her
mask, which Michelle had placed in Keira's lap. A long period of uncomfortable
silence followed until Michelle finally broke the dead air.

"I handcuffed the men and called for backup...Don't worry, I hid you in my
car. No one saw you." Michelle then came to a stop less than a quarter mile
just outside of Super City.

"Michelle...I...." Keira's attempt at words were met by the sound of
Michelle's power locks as they sprung into the unlocked position. Keira merely
nodded and exited the vehicle with somber look pasted across her lovely
visage.

That was then, currently, the two woman stood in complete quiet for a few
moments before Michelle decided to re-engage the dialogue.

"Yeah, I guess we really do have a different way of dealing with things.
Listen, Keira...Back then...That was my first time ever running across a
vigilante, and then to find out that said vigilante is your ex...Well, it was
quite a lot to take in. But afterward, I had a chance to work with many a
heroine, and now I realize how much of an asset all of you really are! You
make our jobs so much easier, and help keep all of us who serve and protect so
much safer!"

Michelle smiled back at her former lover and choked back a few tears in the
process. It was as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She hated
how things had ended between her and Michelle, and she often wondered how she
could have handled things differently that night. Now she felt a sense of
relief! Even though things would never go back to the way they were between
the two women those many years ago at Darkhill, it was good to have Michelle
back in her life in some form or fashion.

"Now," Michelle said with a serious look on her face, "let's find out what's
on that flash drive!"

Four Months Earlier...

TWANG! The sound of a soul arrow as it left her hand was unmistakable. She
could never forget the first time she heard that sound or the sheer joy of
watching the soul arrow fly out from the bow of the woman she loved more than
life itself. That feeling of joy was matched only by the horror she felt when
her lover was turned against her, and matched by the pain she felt when she
had to use her own arrows to battle her former flame.

She felt this same torrent of emotion each time she drew back her bowstring
back to her anchor point. She would set her center line, let the bittersweet
emotions swirl around inside of her, and then she would take a deep breath and
let it all go along with the arrow. People always asked how it was that she
never missed her target. Simple, an archer can hit any target as long as they
learn to harness their emotions. There was only one target that ever
threatened to sway her heart, and that was the face she saw every time she let
go of the bowstring, the same face who first introduced her to that sweet
sound.

Unfortunately for the man in front of her, his face looked entirely different
than the one that occupied her thoughts. She used this advantage to place an
arrow right into her targets quadriceps femoris! Of course, the ability to
control her emotions wasn't the only advantage she had. Having impeccable aim
and borderline superhuman vision definitely helped.

The stout, suited individual shrieked in anguish as he grabbed his left leg.
"ARRRGGHHH! W-Wh-What the actual fuck!" He looked down in horror as eyes set
their sights the silver arrow stuck deep inside his meaty thigh. That's when
he noticed something most peculiar, no blood was anywhere to be found, yet his
entire leg throbbed as if it had been sheered from his body. His ears perked
up as he heard the unmistakable sound of high heels.

As the wounded gentleman looked up, the sight in front of him was enough to
make him forget his own name, let alone the pain he felt. The person who stood
in front of him was a vision of beauty the likes of which he had never seen
before. Raven black hair, incredible body, a pristine face, and a costume that
left little to the imagination. It was also a costume that was instantly
identifiable, as it belonged to one of the most famous heroines on the planet,
Amazon Arrow.

Once she took up the mantle of Amazon Arrow, Chryseis made a vow to protect
man's world from evil. Yet, she often found that defending man's world often
meant defending man from himself. More often than that, it meant protecting
her fellow women from the insatiable lust of man himself. That was how, while
on her nightly patrol, Chrys happened upon this disgusting pervert in a dark
alley behind a local Super City watering hole. He had a chloroform soaked rag
in his hand and an innocent, obviously unconscious, partially undressed, young
college girl bound and gagged at his feet.

"Listen, Amazon Arrow. Y-You can't do this to me. Do you know who I am?"

"Oh, goodie! We are playing my favorite game. The, 'Do you know who I am'
game! Go ahead then...Tell me who you are!"

"I...Am an agent! Not just any agent, but one of the biggest agents in Super
City! Let me tell you something, a looker like you...I could make you a star!
I mean...I am talking posters, magazine covers, movie roles, maybe even your
own reality show! I see it now! Friday's on FX, Totally Amazon! Glamour Girl
would have nothing on you! Let's just-just f-forget this whole, ugly lapse in
judgment ever happened-"

"Ha! Thank you for that! I haven't laughed that hard since I watched my Amazon
sisters perform The Birds by Aristophanes at the Festival of Dionysus in 414
BCE. I think you will find that we Amazons are impossible to bribe. For we
have the one thing scum like you know nothing about, honor."

The abominable agent sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. It was the look of a
man who knew he was about to do something extremely stupid, but also
understood he was out of options "Alright then, If I can't bribe you with
fame, how about I bribe you with some information?"

"Information? What information could you have that I could possibly want?"

"Information about a high profile kidnapping going down, as we speak! If you
let me go, you can go and save this girl right now. If you waste your time
trying to haul me in, however, she will find herself tied up and gagged in
some well-hidden whore house halfway across the world."

Amazon Arrow arrow listened to his tale and clenched her fist. He was right,
she had no time to take him in, and without her as a witness, the local
authorities would be sure to let him go. On top of that, the new Major had
made it obvious that her kind wasn't welcome in his regime. She glared down at
lowly, manipulative, monster who knelt before her. Amazon Arrow could see the
mischievous smirk spread across the mouth. This abhorrent, abominable man and
his smug look almost made her reconsider, but she couldn't bring herself to
let an innocent woman fall in the clutches of white slavers out of spite.

"All right...You win. I will let you go!"

"Hehehe. I knew you would see things my way hot stuff! You know if you change
your mind, I have a few movie deals that I would love to audition you for,
personally. One of them involves you doing anal with and your mouth stuffed
with gian- YEOWWW!!! AHHGGHH!!! AHHH!!!! AHHH!!! OH MY GOD!!!" He screeched at
the top of his lungs as his cry echoed throughout the streets. He looked down
in abject horror at the two fresh arrows which pierced each of his legs.
"WHHYYYY?!?!? I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL!"

"Quit being a child! I am honoring the deal. I said I would let you go. I
never said I wouldn't hurt you. Besides those arrows will disappear after a
few minutes, and that will keep you down long enough for me to get your
potential victim out of the way. I suggest you leave this city, or the next
time I see you, I might aim for a slightly more...sensitive area."

As soon as she got the comatose cutie to safety, Chrys raced over to the pier.
With her otherworldly, hawk-like eyesight, It wasn't hard to find her target.
Not to mention the suspicious looking van was the only vehicle on the road.
Amazon Arrow watched the inconspicuous van veer forward into her line of sight
and waited till it started to pass. She was perched on top of an abandoned mid
rise building four floors up in the air, and the cool night breeze whipped
through her long, black mane. The vehicle traveled at approximately 35 mph,
and she would have to aim downward at a 315-degree angle at an object 550 ft
away from her.

As Amazon Arrow used her light ring to call on her Light bow and charged her
arrow, a dreadful thought entered her mind, this shot would be entirely too
easy. Perhaps she should try to increase the difficulty by moving back, or
maybe even she should find an object to hang upside down from. Before she even
finished her internal monologue, Amazon Arrow had placed an arrow perfectly
inside the driver's side wheel of the traveling target.

The van hobbled along, severely slowed by the handicap of missing one wheel.
Amazon Arrow followed in hot pursuit as she leaped from one rooftop to the
next in order to close the gap. While the raven haired ace archer was in the
middle of the air, she let loose another superb shot that sliced through the
rear tire of the unbalanced auto. She made on final leap onto the ground
several feet behind the stalled cargo van and approached carefully with her
bow drawn.

Suddenly, a new set of tires screeched toward her and a pair headlights which
rapidly approached. Amazon Arrow jumped out of the way of an armored SUV as it
narrowly avoided turning the mighty maiden into roadkill. The large utility
vehicle spun around so it's rear door faced her, and the doors swung wide
open. Chrys eyes went wide as she found herself face to face with a giant oaf
of a man holding an M134 mini-gun.

Chrys quickly located a thick, tall stack of cargo boxes nearby and she dove
behind them. She winced as many of the boxes in front of her splintered as
they barely managed to shield her from the spray of bullets. The boxes
wouldn't hold out long, but long enough for her enemies to need to reload,
once that happened Chrys would make her move. Still, Chrys fumed at her
carelessness. Her opponents knew tactics such as these wouldn't be enough to
stop her. That wasn't their goal, however, Chrys knew they were just trying to
buy time. She cursed herself one last time, readied her light bow, and
continued to count her bullets.

Corda jumped out of passenger side of the van and barked out orders to his men
as they moved in unison like a finely tuned machine. Corda had been wary of an
unexpected party crashing the auction, so he had readied some contingency
plans. He prepared some soldiers armed with heavy artillery to wait in a
separate, unmarked van nearby, just in case. He hadn't anticipated running
into any heroines, especially not one as powerful as Amazon Arrow, but either
way, all he needed was a distraction. He gave one last look to make sure the
vehicle his backup and their vehicle had positioned itself a manner that
blocked them from the Amazon's field of view.

"Grab the girl and get a move on!"

"MMMPHHH!!! HLLLPPP!!! HLLLPP MMMPPHHH PLGGGHHH!!! Samaria screeched as
Corda's posse wheeled her out of the vehicle and escorted subdued, sultry
damsel through the pier. Samaria continued to plead for rescue as she was
rolled out of sight, but the tape pressed over her lips muted her howl. The
roaring sound of the rotating barrels produced by the over-sized machine gun
also did little to aid Samaria's cry for help.

The time Chrys spent cornered behind the collection of crates seemed like an
eternity, but she kept counting. A standard M134 fired at 2000 rpm, and her
marvelous eyesight determined that this particular gun had been loaded with a
custom built 8000 round belt. The man holding the gun, and another foot
soldier holding the belt, were in front of the crates at her 12. Two more men
squatted by the side of the vehicle at her 10. Finally, three more individuals
approached Chrys from her from her 2. She grabbed on of her light arrows and
placed it up on the right side of the bow.

Chrys often found herself amused by the form of so-called archery experts. Not
because they were bad archers per say, but because all of their techniques
were ill-equipped for the battlefield. Most competition archers loaded their
arrows from the left side of the bow. This required too much maneuvering for
an archer who needed to load their bow in hurry during the heat of the battle.
The same error in form is also the reason so many archers squinted while
shooting, and why so many bows came built with sights. Lesson #1 for a true
war archer, load your boy from the right side. You will be able to load more
quickly, and you can stare at your target with both your eyes...No sights
required.

As soon as Chrys counted the 8000th shot she rose up from the behind the ashes
of the charred wooden boxes. The two men in front of her rapidly reloaded the
mini-gun, but it was too late. No sooner did the last shell hit the ground
than Chrys let two arrows fly that nailed her opponents in the chest. The
Amazon's arrows were never fatal, but a direct shot like that was capable of
knocking out even the largest of men out for several minutes.

Amazon Arrow began to step forward, as she did, one of the men ran toward her
with a chloroform-soaked rag in hand. She carefully ducked underneath his
grasp and performed a spinning sweep kick, which knocked her assailant to the
ground. As she spun on the ground, she reloaded her bow with two more arrows
in the blink of the eye. Once she completed her spin kick and faced forward,
she unfurled two more arrows. Each of these arrows again found their mark and
she stood up to face her final two foes.

They raced towards her holding stun batons, and Chrys readied herself for
battle. In the meantime, Corda and his gang of misfits rounded corner after
corner of the labyrinth-like pier. The twist and turns were extremely
disorienting and dizzying. Not to mention, all of the shipping crates stacked
on top of each other made it difficult for anyone to see any landmarks, which
made it impossible to get one's bearings. Yet Corda had memorized every single
nook and cranny of this pier, and he had hidden his ultimate fail safe deep
within its center.

The crew of criminals made one last turn and that's when the intricate amount
of preparation their fearless leader put into every plan truly dawned on them.
Directly in front of them sat an S-58 transport helicopter used by the coast
guard to evacuate flood victims.

"Quick! Get her loaded up in the chopper! Frank, you know how to fly this
thing right?"

"No problem boss, I used to fly rigs like this back in the Navy."

Corda's felonious faction detached the massage table from its wheelbase and
loaded it onto the spacious chopper. Meanwhile, a desperate and determined
Samaria tussled with the tape that fettered her to the vinyl bed. She strained
to eject the putty which stuffed her sweet mouth and she twisted her head in
hopes of breaking away the tape wrapped around her lower face and the bottom
of the table. Samaria fought with a ferocity that she had never known before,
and she bellowed as loud as her devious gag would allow. "MMMMMPHHH!!!
SMMBBDYYYY HHHLLLPPP MMMHHHH!!! PLLGGHHH!!!!"

"Somebody shut her up!" Corda barked at his charges. Salvatore stepped up and
clamped his hand over her already gagged lips.

Yet, even he couldn't snuff out every single snippet of sound that spilled
from Samaria as she screamed. "MmmmPPhhhh!!! GnnMPPhhh!!"

Salvatore pressed his hand down even tighter and cursed himself for leaving
all of his sedatives in the van. All seven men quickly piled into the
helicopter alongside the helpless maiden. Furious Frank jumped into the
pilot's seat and began to flip various switches as helicopter roared to life.
Boy Wonder Bondi strapped Samaria in and her plush prison to the floor board
of the helicopter. The professional binder secured the last strap when he
suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain right below his heart.

"ACKKK!!!!" Anthony sputtered as he looked down at the silver arrow that
protruded from his sternum. It was the last sight The Boy Wonder recalled
before his eyes shut and his world went temporarily dark.

"Holy shit! Boy Wond-" Sandman Salvatore tried to reach for his friend, but he
soon found himself a recipient of one of the Amazon's arrows as well, followed
in quick order by Trigger Finger and Billy "The Hammer" Henry.

"Fuck! She fucking found us! Frank, get this god damn chopper off the ground
and into the air now! Corda screamed at his pilot as his terror reached a
zenith. In Corda's mind, Amazon Arrow had just murdered three of his most
dangerous men. Little did he know, that the arrows would soon fade, and leave
his men knocked out, but otherwise unharmed.

Amazon Arrow grabbed three more soul arrows from her quiver with her right
hand. Lesson #2 for a true war archer, you should be able to hold three arrows
with your draw hand. This will allow you to reload your bow far faster than
you would by continuously reaching back to your quiver. She loaded the first
of the three arrows and smiled.

She was still a few hundred feet away from the helicopter, and she couldn't
quite see the kidnapped mystery female through the mass of male bodies,
conscious or otherwise. She didn't need to be Archimedes, however, to figure
out the girl was in the chopper. Chrys looked at the lecherous leader of the
deplorable derelicts and let an arrow fly straight at Corda's head. She knew
Corda thought he was a dead man, and a part of her wished that she could make
his thoughts a reality.

However, she was the Amazon Arrow, and her code prevented her from such
actions. Therefore, she would have to settle with terrifying him. She watched
the look of horror cascade across Corda's face when a streak of dark red
dropped down from out of nowhere. A shadowy figure landed right in front of
the entrance to the aircraft, and right into the path of Chrys's arrow.

Amazon Arrow was stunned as she looked at the maroon-clad hand that snatched
her arrow out of the air. The mysterious figure who abruptly appeared in front
of Chrys donned a two-piece uniform complete with bikini bottoms and a top
which dovetailed outward but left her appealingly flat stomach uncovered. She
stood about 5"7' and her beautiful body seemed equal parts buxom and athletic.
The upper portion of her top intersected with her collar and her face was
draped in a shawl which left only her enchanting green eyes uncovered for the
world to see.

Her hands were wrapped and her boots covered the majority of her long,
luxurious legs all the way up to two auxiliary straps cinched around her
magnificent thighs. An extremely long sheathed sword was strapped to her back.
This blade was obviously too long to be a traditional ninjato and was most
likely a true Samurai sword. This was quite odd as the Ninja and Samurai were
natural enemies. Yet the most unusual thing about the female ninja's ensemble
was its color. It was all a deep, dark hue of red, in fact, you could say it
was-

"Crimson Empress. Pleased to make your acquaintance Amazon Arrow." The
Kunoichi bowed as she announced herself. "May I have the pleasure of cutting
in on this dance?" To Amazon Arrow's surprise, the scarlet-robed rogue removed
her shawl and uncovered her face. The mysterious figure revealed herself to be
an extremely attractive woman of Asian descent.

"You...Thank god you are here!" Corda stammered as if he had just been given a
second lease on life. "Give us some time to get out of here! And, if you
manage to take that goodie two shoes, Amazon bitch down in the process, my
father will see to it that your generous terms become even more favorable."

As soon as she heard these words the so-called Crimson Empress dashed toward
Amazon Arrow. Chrys remained steady. This girl was fast, but she was not
super-humanly fast. How unfortunate for her then, that Chrys could fire off
multiple arrows in a fraction of a second. Chris drew back her bowstring, and
the Crimson Empress immediately zigged to her right.

"Nice try sweetie." Chrys thought to herself as she effortlessly turned to her
left and fired a shot straight at the masked miscreant's heart. Imagine
Chrys's surprise when she witnessed her arrow pass right through her intended
target!

"What the-?" Amazon Arrow thought to herself completely perplexed by the
events that transpired. She quickly cued her next arrow and set her sights on
her target once again. This time the Crimson Empress zagged to her left.
Amazon Arrow let her arrow loose once more, and once more she watched in utter
shock and confusion as the arrow passed straight through her target a second
time. Impossible!

Chrys furiously fumbled for another arrow as her opponent closed the distance,
once she was close Crimson Empress jumped up into the air. By this time, Chrys
had re-drawn her bowstring and she let another arrow fly. Once again, the
arrow passed right through it's intended mark. This time, however, her pride
wasn't the only thing that was wounded, as Chrys felt a sharp blow to the gut
just as the misfired projectile phased through its air bound target.

Chrys stumbled back and looked on in amazement as the Crimson Empress was
crouched down in front of her. She missed three times, preposterous! On top of
that, her opponent could appear one place one moment, and instantly show up
somewhere else the next. Was this some sort of weird super power? Or perhaps
some form of magic?

Amazon Arrow's adversary gave her very little time to ponder those questions,
as she quickly pushed her attack. Amazon Arrow read the Crimson Empresses
attack and sent a soaring high kick aimed directly at the kunoichi's temple.
Once again, however, her mark vanished from sight. As Chrys's kick came up
empty, the force of the kick caused her to turn her back. That's when she felt
the blunt force of booted heel collide with the back of her kneecap, and the
sharp pain of an elbow to the back of the head.

Chrys stumbled forward and caught herself before she ate pavement. The Amazon
saw spotted her foe out of her peripheral and swung the back of her fist. Just
like the previous times, Chrys was bewildered as her target completely
disappeared. The ninja answered the Amazon warrior's misfire with a series of
kicks and punches, and Amazon Arrow was blasted by blows so fast she could
barely see them. The Crimson Arrow appeared in front of Chrys once more. Chrys
tried to regain momentum with a well-timed counter punch only to once again
come up empty. This time, however, the Crimson Empress grabbed Chrys's toned
arm and placed her in a wrist lock. Chrys was forced on her knee with her arm
painfully wrenched behind her. She heard the Crimson Empress mock her from
behind and bark at her to give up.

"Submit or I break your arm Amazon Arrow, I said submit!"

Chrys gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as her arm seared in pain. Crimson
Empress's demands for Chrys's concession rang in her head. After a few
moments, Chrys's thoughts drifted to the past, and the Kunoichi's voice was
substituted by that of another. Not just any voice, but a voice that was far
more familiar and soothing.

"Submit or I break your arm Chryseis! I said submit!"

"Aye Pyrrah, I yield!" Chryseis replied meekly. Pyrrah released her from the
painful submission hold and helped her young lover to her feet. "I do not
understand, however, Pyrah. I could see your blows coming as if they were in
slow motion, yet when I went to block, I would feel the blow in an entirely
different area. It was as if you the initial blow was a mere illusion, and
your actual attack was invisible"

Pyrrah gently grabbed her beloved's hand and sat both of them down in the
sands of the practice arena. "Chryseis, do you remember the moment I told you
I knew you were a once in a generation archer?"

"Yes my love, it was when we watched the Amazonian street magician perform
tricks in the market. Everyone else was fooled by her slight of hand, but I
was able to see through his deceptions. You told me that my eyes were gifted
by Athena and that no movement was ever capable of fooling them. So then, how
were you able to fool those very same eyes?"

Pyrrah shot Chryseis a wry smile before answering. "Simple my dove, I couldn't
fool your physical eyes, so I fooled your mind's eye. I simply used feints to
trick your mind into seeing something that wasn't there."

"Stop toying with me Pyrrah! It isn't funny!"

"Haha! I am not lying my sweet, I swear!"

"Do you suddenly think me an amateur? I have fought against countless foes who
have attempted to use feints against me, and they have all failed. What made
you so successful?"

"That's simple...Blood-lust!"

"Blood-lust?"

"Yes, Chryseis. A simple, half-hearted fake would never fool those beautiful
eyes of yours. You would see right through them in a heartbeat. If I throw a
fake coated with the intent to kill, however, your survival instincts can't
help but kick in. Therefore, your mind is tricked into seeing a fake attack,
and you are left open for your opponents true offensive. The trick is to let
go of your fear and clear your mind. Then you can overcome yourself, and any
such tactic."

"Of course!" Amazon Arrow chided herself as her mind snapped back to the
present. Her opponent was no superhuman or sorceress. She was merely a highly
skilled fighter who knew how to mask her offense. "Pyrrah, even when you
aren't here, your lessons remain with me to this very day. I swear to Hera
that I will find a way to bring you back, but first I need to put an arrow
through this witch!"

Chrys flipped forward which promptly relieved her arm of pressure and
performed a textbook kip up. She used all her might to pull her arm free, and
then acrobatic Amazon executed several back flips to create more separation
from her opponent. She now realized that she was no match for The Crimson
Empress in hand to hand combat. In fact, she couldn't recall if she had seen a
fighter so skilled in her thousands of years of existence. Still, Chrys had
one huge advantage, her light bow! All she needed was the slightest bit of
separation, which she now had! Chrys remembered the lessons of her former
flame and cleared her mind. She recalled her bow and reloaded it with an arrow
from her bottomless quiver.

The Crimson Empress charged forward, and once again she seemed to zoom to her
right. This time, however, Chryseis was not fooled. She let go of her fear and
ignored the killer intent that her opposition used as a bluff. With her mind
free of distraction, she saw that her opponent had not moved one inch, and
simply charged straight ahead. Chrys released her arrow and then quickly
loaded and fired two more in mere seconds. She watched the three projectiles
as they zoomed toward her target, and then she sat in stunned silence as she
observed each of her arrows spill to the ground, cleaved in half.

In the span of a thought, the female ninja had unsheathed her sword and cut
down each of Chryseis arrows with uncanny accuracy. Amazon Arrow was simply
astonished! She had never witnessed such skill even among her fellow Amazons!
Who was this woman? Before the Amazon champion could process what had just
happened, her surprising enemy had closed the gap between them.

Chrys seized her bow with one hand and used it as if it were a long sword to
parry some of her opponents blows. The two women swung their weapons and spun
their bodies at mind-numbing speeds that stretched human limits. Sparks
emerged and metal clanged against metal as the two objects of war crossed
paths time and time again.

The exchange between the two ravishingly radiant warriors was so fierce that
it caught the attention of Corda and his pilot. So mesmerized were they by the
dizzying display of speed and skill that they momentarily forgot about their
escape. Finally, Corda regained his focus and signaled Frank to start the
helicopter with great haste.

Amazon Arrow swung her bow at her opponent and watched the female ninja bend
over backward to avoid the blow and backflip into a moon kick counter. Chrys
swayed back and felt wind generated by the tips of The Crimson Empress's toes
as they narrowly avoid her chin. Amazon Arrow was beside herself. She had
crossed swords with some of the greatest female warriors the world had ever
known. Chrys had seen every fighting style known to humankind, and she had
even witnessed the evolution of martial arts into its present day form. This
woman's fighting style, however, was like nothing Chrys had ever encountered!

Each blow from this woman was performed with perfect form and placed to
perfection. The Crimson Empress seemed oddly adapted at defending and
attacking simultaneously. She seemed to pull out techniques from various
martial arts on a whim. Yet, despite the complete difference in the style of
some of her attacks, they all seemed to fit together in one cohesive series of
movements. This so-called Crimson Empress may not have been an actual
superhuman, but she was definitely a martial arts genius!

Chrys felt like she was fighting a torrent of water. All of her attacks were
swallowed up by The Crimson Empress's defenses, and all the ninja's attacks
crashed into Chrys like a giant tidal wave. Slowly but surely, Chrys felt
herself losing ground, and her opponent gaining momentum. Chrys made one last
desperate gambit to duck down and sweep her challenger's legs with her bow,
but the Crimson Empress elegantly jumped out of the way.

The Crimson Empress brought her sword down with incredible ferocity. Amazon
Arrow brought her bow up to shield herself from the blade, but the force of
the blow knocked the immortal female on her back. The Crimson Kunoichi pressed
her sword against Chrys's bow and forced it down toward her face. That's when
Chrys heard that chilling sound...The sound of screams!

The Amazon champion gazed upward as she felt a gust of cold air blow through
her long, luscious locks. The large metallic blades at the top of the aircraft
spun faster and faster and gained precious momentum with each turn. Amazon
Arrow watched as the helicopter rose up into the air and begin its ascent. For
a moment, Chrys thought the screams originated from the mouth of the girl who,
at this point, seemed beyond rescue. That would have been impossible, however
as the helicopter soared higher and higher into the sky while its blades
roared into the night's sky. Not to mention the damsel was no doubt
sufficiently gagged.

That's when the realization hit her like a ton of bricks! The screams hadn't
emitted from the chopper, they came from her light bow! Her bow started to
rattle uncontrollably, and Amazon Arrow held on for dear life. She didn't need
to wonder what was going on, the divine weapon reached out to her and told
her. Her light bow screamed to her! "Get away from the sword!"

Chrys disengaged her bow and it dematerialized and disappeared from her hand.
The trained Amazon warrior deftly rolled out of the way and narrowly avoided
the swinging sword as it effortlessly sliced into asphalt like hot butter.
Chrys quickly recalled her bow in her outstretched hand, but as soon as she
held the bow it shook uncontrollably, and her light rings felt as if they were
on fire. "Run Chrys! Run away from that sword!" her rings begged her.

That' when Chrys finally took note of the samurai sword clenched in her
adversaries hand. The blade was tinted red as if it had been coated by several
gallons of dried blood and then polished to a shine. The circular hilt of the
sword was a bronze color, and the handle was crimson red with lines of bronze
interwoven inside of it. More than anything, however, she noticed the evil
aura that exuded from the murderous weapon. She could feel the evil as if it
dripped from the tip of the blade. No, it was more than that. She could hear
them as well! Hundreds, no thousands of submerged souls who cried out in anger
and cursed at her from inside the blade.

"The lost blade of the famed swordsmith Muramasa, Satusnjin-Hei!" The Crimson
Empress exclaimed. "It is said that if one who speaks the language of the gods
listens carefully, they can hear the screams of thousands of souls this blade
has taken. Souls who have become corrupted and twisted with rage. I am not
surprised your weapon is concerned for your well-being. After all, this is the
most cursed sword to have ever been created, and I have heard you Amazon's
don't fare too well with curses. Or do you want to consult the last Amazon
Arrow for a little reminder?"

"Go to Hades you bi-" Amazon Arrow was interrupted by the sight of Mursame's
blade as it charged toward her. The Crimson Empress had lunged forward in an
effort to stab her opponent, and Chrys readied herself to block with her bow
once again. Without warning, The Crimson Empress released her blade right as
she neared striking distance.

Chrys was perplexed and a million thoughts raced through her mind as she
effortlessly batted the sword out of the air with her bow. That's when she
felt gravity leave her for the slightest moment and her feet lifted off the
ground. Chrys's opponent had used an unorthodox tactic to break her focus. She
let go of her sword mid attack, knowing that the unusual tactic would cause
Amazon to freeze, and Chrys fell for it hook line and sinker. The two women
rolled around on the ground for a brief moment. Chrys wound up flat on her
back as she laid on top of The Crimson Empress. Chrys's arm had been twisted
high above her back, and the female ninja's gloved hand had clamped down
tightly on Amazon Arrows mouth.

"MMMMPHHH!!! NNNGHHHH!!! Chrys moaned as she struggled mightily to free her
mouth from the vice like grip which dug into her cheeks. Chrys was never one
to let her emotions get in the way, but she seethed inside! The Crimson
Empresses words about Pyrrha had infuriated Amazon Arrow, and then to be taken
down by such cheap tactics on top of that! Did this harlot really think such a
simple hold was going to detain her? Chrys would make sure to thrash the vile
villain with all her might once she escaped! That's when Chrys first noticed
it. That familiar sweet smell which wafted from the leather glove of the hand
that covered her mouth.

"I am a ninja sweetie! You didn't think I would show up without having a few
tricks up my sleeve, did you?"

"NNNMMMPHHH!!! UMMMPHHH!!!! NNNMMMPPPHHH!!! Chrys thrashed violently about as
The Crimson Empress let the drug creep into the corners of Amazon Arrow's
mind.

"Shhh! Sleep, my little archer. Do you know why they call me The Crimson
Empress? It's because I brought my clan back from the brink of ruin and built
an empire. You see, my clan's specialty is tying people up. Now I have my own
little corner in Japan where I make all the rules and keep pretty little girls
like you bound and gagged! You are about to find out first-hand the ways of
Bandai, and quickly learn the rules of a slave in my brothel!"

"UMMMPHHH!!! MMMPHHHH!!!" Chrys flailed about as she succumbed to the
chloroform and grew weaker.

"Lately, I have set my thoughts on expanding my empire, but for that I need
capital. That's where you come in! A hot little number like yourself could
make me a lot of money. Throw in the fact that you are immortal, and my clan
will have enough money to feed themselves for a thousand lifetimes!"

"NNNMMMPHHHH!!!" Chrys wailed into the damp cloth draped over her mouth and
nose. Crimson Empress wrapped her legs around Chrys's arms which in turn freed
one of her hands to roam around Amazon Arrows delicious body. Crimson Empress
began to knead and massage Chrys's large, lovely, breasts.

"Noo!" Chrys thought to herself. "This chloroform...Making me so weak...And
so...aroused!"

Right on cue, The Crimson Empress stuffed her fingers down the front of Amazon
Arrow's briefs, and she started to fondle the Amazon Warriors fertile female
flower. "Getting a little damp down here, aren't we Amazon?"

"Stooop! You can't do this...I'm so helpless...Somebody,
please...Help...mmme!" With that last thought, Amazon Arrow drifted off into
slumber. The once fierce warrior now reduced to the status of a defeated
damsel.

Up above, Corda peered down at the action through a set of binoculars. He was
beside himself. A few moments ago, he thought himself a dead man. Now he was
several hundred feet in the air, and he appeared to be in the clear.
Meanwhile, the arrows which punctured his priceless flunkies had magically
vanished. Each one of his compatriots stirred awake as they chopper climbed
higher and higher into the heavens.

"Ughh! What happened boss?" Sandman Salvatore said as he grabbed his aching
head.

"Crimson Empress showed up and saved our asses that's what! No thanks to you
oafs! Now quit lollygagging around and help get the rest of the guys up!"
Corda then crawled over to his Samaria as the captive cutie bemoaned the
failed rescue attempt that almost freed her from her perpetually bound state.
"As for you girl, looks like we will have to reschedule the auction. I guess
that just means that me and the boys will get to spend more...Quality time
with you."

"UNNGHHH UHHH!!! NNNNMPPPHH!!!!"

"Let me ask you a question toots, you ever try and join the mile high club!"

Samaria's eyes went wide with shock as Corda unfastened his belt and dropped
his trousers. Corda laid on top of her and mauled her tits and kissed her
gagged lips before he pressed inside of her as she screamed.
"MMMPPPHHHH!!!!!!"

Keira unlocked her computer as her former fling stood over her shoulder. Her
machine sprung to life and the first thing that popped up on screen was an
open web browser. Keira cursed herself for not closing out the browser before
Michelle arrived, and she heard a snicker behind her.

"What?" Keira asked defensively.

"Really? CMZ?"

"I like celebrity gossip, OK! Can't a girl have a hobby that doesn't involve
fighting crime?"

Of course, Michelle had the same hobby, but the last thing she wanted to do
was admit that to Keira. She always let on that she was above such things,
that she didn't play to the normal female stereotypes. A love for gossip,
however, was the one stereotype Michelle couldn't avoid. Her charade was
almost undone, however, when she read the contents of the page and voiced her
recognition of the subject matter.

"Oh wait, I think I heard about this story. This article is about the up and
coming model that went off the deep end, right?" Michelle exclaimed.

"Samaria Reynaldo. Apparently, she went on a tirade and told off her agents.
Rumor has it that she quit the industry and ran off with some Russian oil
tycoon....What?"

"We seriously have to get you a new hobby."

"Just hand me the flash from the coffee table!"

Keira inserted the drive and perused its contents. The drive contained a
single folder which housed one lone video. Keira played the video, and the two
girls sat back as file loaded.

"MMMPHHHH!!! NNNMMMPPHHH!!! STTMMMMPHHH!!! PLLLGGGHHH!!! The horrifying sound
that escaped the speakers was topped only by the alarming display that
flickered across the monitor. Amazon Arrow laid across a bed completely naked
and tied spread eagle. A large wand vibrator wickedly whirred away at her
womanhood as she moaned into a large pink ball gag in complete agony.

Finally, a gorgeous Japanese woman dressed in dark crimson walked up and
addressed the camera. "Hello, Keira. Are you surprised to see me? I know I am
surprised to see you! As for your friend, she has been keeping me company in
my bedroom, that is, when I am not busy using her body to line my pockets! As
for you, well, I will make sure to come visit real soon. After all, we have so
much catching up to do!"

"Keira, who is this haughty ass bitch?" Michelle sneered as she shut the
laptop. She waited several moments for Keira to answer, but instead, she was
met with silence. "Keira?" Michelle looked back, and she was shocked at the
sight in front of her. The normally cool and collected Keira Lee, the woman
who wandered into dark alleys and ran into danger, was visibly shaken.

"Keira, what's wrong!"

"Azumi..."

"Az-what now?"

"Her name is Azumi. We know each other. We used to train together under the
same master."

"So let me guess, this girl has a bone to pick with you because you used to
knock her around during training. These arch nemesis types usually have the
lamest motivations."

"Hardly. We sparred hundreds of times but I never beat Azumi, not even once.
In fact, I couldn't ever even lay a finger on her. Azumi is the most gifted
fighter I ever encountered. She is also the cruelest. She used to toy with me
whenever we fought, and then one day, she betrayed us. She killed our master,
and..."

"And?"

"And she also killed me!"

To be continued....

A few years ago...

"Where am I? Haven't I been here before?" The feeling of familiarity washed
over Keira Lee, along with something else. This overwhelming feeling of
anxiety as if there was something important that she needed to remember.
That's right, she is back at Darkhill University sitting in Professor Richard
Chamber's office. She needed to talk to him about something, but she had
trouble recalling what that something was.

She listened intently to his words as she struggled to understand him. For
some reason, his words seemed jumbled almost as if he were speaking backward.
Keira looked down at her notes, and she was horrified. Her sheet of notebook
paper was covered with indecipherable symbols, none of which she could read.
What in the world was wrong with her?

No...Wait...She had been here before. In fact, she had lived this day before.
On this day, she had scheduled a meeting with her Contemporary Politics and
Journalism to discuss possible internships. Then, something awful happened
while she was here, but she struggled to recall just exactly what that was. It
was something important, something dangerous. She felt this burning sensation
inside the begged her to run away as fast as she could.

All of the sudden, the lighting and the room changed to a bright red hue. She
looked up at her professor's face and she was met with a most ghastly sight.
The professor's face had transformed into something hideous! His lips were
blood red, and he flashed an evil grin that showed off his shark-like sharp
teeth.

Keira desperately tried to get to her feet, yet she suddenly found herself
lying on the ground with her hands secured behind her back with a leather
belt. Professor Chamber's had jumped on top of her and unzipped his trousers.
To Keira's horror, a gigantic python emerged from the inside of the
professor's slacks. She tried to scream but the snake forced it's way down her
throat before she could react.

"UMMMMPHHH!! UMMPHHH!!! MMMBLLL!!! Keira groaned as the snake pumped away at
the back of her mouth while the professor taunted her from above. She kicked
her legs and squirmed on the ground as she shook her head back and forth while
trying to dislodge the penetrating python. Her professor merely smiled and
chided his ensnared undergrad.

"Honestly Keira, this is a disappointment. I expected more of a fight, girl!"
With that, the snake withdrew from her mouth and opened its mouth. Keira tried
to scream, but then snake shot a strange liquid out of its mouth aimed
directly at her face.

The torrid torrent of ice cold water slammed against Keira's lovely visage and
roused her back to consciousness. Keira sprung up into a seated position and
coughed uncontrollably as she the frigid water chilled her to the very core
and caused her to shiver. Slowly, Keira started to become more alert and
regain her bearings as she shook off the remnants of her awful nightmare.

"Uggh! My head feels like it's being drilled into by a jackhammer." The
21-year-old half-Asian beauty grumbled as she looked at the elderly figure who
held the empty water bucket directly above her. "Please tell me I lasted
longer than last time."

"Ok, sure. You lasted longer that time. Also, the sun rises in the west, the
earth is flat, and Liberace was an awful piano player and the straightest man
to ever wear a gold lamé Dior and a 150lb fur cape." The man said with a
slight hint of a southeastern British accent and a large heaping serving of
sarcasm.

In the entirety of her life, Keira had never once wished for Superpowers. At
the moment, however, Keira desperately wanted the ability to shoot fire from
her eyes. She furiously squinted at the 5"9' 165lb grey-bearded Chinese man
who mocked her.

"As always, thank you for your candid response Sifu. I would also ask that
next time you refrain from using ice water to wake me, but I am afraid that
might ruin my beloved master's reputation of being a world-class asshole."

Indeed Keira's master preferred his wit to be like he preferred his martini's,
dry. This was an odd description for a Kung-fu master who taught a forbidden
art deep within a temple hidden in the Liushi Shan mountains. Then again,
Master Samo Ho was an odd individual. Master Ho descended from a long line of
martial artists who practiced the legendary fist Lao wuya. Or, as it is known
in English, The Old Crow Style.

Legend has it, that The Old Crow style was created by a Shaolin Master after
he ascended to the tip of the tallest tree on the peak of the Liushi Shan
mountains. Once he reached the trees upper echelon, he found the thickest
branch to perch on top of. There he spent 14 years meditating amongst several
nests of crows. Once he finally descended from his frosty post, the aged
Master brought with him an unbeatable fighting style that had been forged in
the fires of his secluded meditations.

This old master created a temple inside those very same mountains where he
would defeat any and all martial artists who wished to challenge him. He would
dub himself the Old crow, and he took on two disciples, both his sons, of
which he promised to pass down the deepest secrets of the art to only one.
Thereafter, any and all of the Master's who followed him would also dub
themselves the Old Crow, and do the same.

Master Ho's father, Leung Ho, was the 34th Old Crow. After Master Leung Ho's
wife gave birth to his son, he started to ponder the path of a martial arts
master. He decided that he needed to give his son the opportunity to find his
own way, and so Master Leung Ho reached out to his old training partner Lee
Brooks. Lee had become a headmaster at a prestigious boys school in England
and had agreed to admit Samo as a student. Lee also agreed to teach Sam the
fundamentals of Old Crow should the boy ever decide to walk the path of his
father.

While in England, Samo immersed himself into western culture. He devoured old
Hollywood cinema and fell in love with Casablanca. He experimented with
psychedelic drugs and fostered an affinity for hard liquor and hand rolled
cigars. Finally, Samo discovered his sexuality and a preference for the
company of men in his bed. Through it all, Samo diligently kept up with not
only his studies but his training as well.

Samo left his boarding school upon graduation and traveled the world while
fighting in various underground tournaments. Opponents flocked to challenge
him due to the reputation of his style and the misguided belief that his
homosexuality made him a weakling. Every single one of his challengers paid
for their folly in the form of broken bones and shattered egos. Eventually,
Samo made his way home and completed his training just before his father
passed on. From that moment forward, Sammo Ho was no more. Only Master Ho, the
35th Old Crow remained...Well, along with his love of men, alcohol, and
smoking. Actually, the only thing that changed about the newly minted Master
Ho was his title and station. Everything else about to flamboyant fighter
remained the same.

It was on the wings of the legendary tales of The Old Crow Style that Keira
fluttered into Master Ho's temple. The first few months of Keira's training at
her new master's hands were a nightmare, but not due to the training's
difficulty. First of all, Keira's uniform consisted of spandex black booty
shorts and a white sports bra that barely covered her petite, incredibly
attractive figure. She thought for sure that her new Master was some sort of
lecherous, lewd, lunatic before she realized that he was merely a man with a
twisted sense of humor.

Secondly, some of Keira's duties as her master's disciple involved multiple
daily trips up and down the treacherous mountain to buy supplies for Master
Ho. By supplies, of course, Master Ho meant booze and cigarettes. Later on,
Keira would learn that this was partly done to improve her endurance, but she
still fumed at her Sifu's laziness. Don't even get her started on the fact
that Master Ho's quarters had cable TV and wifi, and central air; while the
only amenities allowed to her were indoor plumbing.

The fact that her Sifu constantly needled her didn't help matters. Keira often
thought to herself that the only thing her Sifu might have been more
proficient at than martial arts was the art of sarcasm. At least Master Ho
didn't mind when Keira spat acid back in his direction, as he seemed generally
uninterested in fostering a submissive student/oppressive teacher
relationship. In a rare moment of earnestness, Master Ho informed Keira that
in order for a student teacher relationship to flourish, then it must be
treated as a partnership. For even the greatest teacher can not teach a
student who is unwilling to listen.

For months, Keira learned at the foot of the tree that was her Sifu's
knowledge. Yet, the ways of the Old Crow dictates that there must always be
two students, and it was only a matter of time before another student showed
up. This student appeared in the form of a beautiful Asian woman named Azumi
Sato. From the moment Azumi set foot on the Old Crows nest, she absorbed his
teachings like a sponge and quickly displaced Keira as the number one
disciple...At least she should have.

Despite Azumi's dominance as a student, the Old Crow refused to acknowledge
her as his true successor and banish Keira. Instead, he would constantly pit
the two women together in sparring sessions, which Azumi thoroughly dominated.
Despite the fact that Azumi's victories mounted, The Old Crow maintained that
nothing could be gleaned from sparring alone and declare the contest void of a
true winner. This infuriated Azumi, who would, in turn, take her rage out on
Keira during subsequent sessions.

Today had been one such session. Azumi had ended the contest in mere minutes,
and brutally knocked Keira unconscious in the process. Azumi could have ended
the fight much sooner, but she decided to extend Keira's suffering by
battering her body to a pulp. Luckily for Kiera, Master Ho made sure to
prepare his special healing balms before hand. The balm was created using the
leaves of the Q�ji tree which only grew at the peak of the Liushi Shan
mountain. This amazing balm was capable of healing the deepest wounds and
breaks in mere minutes and was yet another well-kept secret of the Old Crow
style.

"So," the Old Crow continued as he ignored Keira's last insult,"tell me, what
do you see when you fight Azumi?"

"Well...It's tough to say. It felt like...Like I was trying to constantly
punch a reflection in a pond. Every time I thought I had her, I found out I
was just chasing her after image, and she was a step ahead of me."

"Interesting. What did you see when she moved?"

"It looked like her entire body is made out of liquid. I got the feeling that
I wouldn't ever be able to touch her, but she could snuff me out any moment
she chose."

"Brilliant. Do you remember what move she used to knock you out?"

"Yes Sifu, she used a Brazilian kick. But Sifu, how come you will let her
fight using other styles but you won't let me?"

The Old Crow merely shrugged his shoulders before he gave her an answer.
"Maybe it's because Azumi has already mastered many of the forms of Old Crow
in a few short weeks, and you have not, my dear. Then again, maybe it's just
because I feel like being a randy prick. The Old Crow exclaimed as dryly as
ever. "Let me ask you something Little Dove, do you think that you would win
if I let you fight her using other styles?"

Keira bowed her head and stared at the cobblestone ground below her as she
answered in a most solemn manner. Her long raven hair hung down and covered
her pristine face and her soft, plump, pink lips. Finally, Keira brushed her
hair back and stared at her Sifu with her hypnotic eyes.

"No Master, I honestly don't think I could. Azumi is like no other fighter I
have ever encountered. Every move she makes is textbook perfect as if she has
mastered each blow down to it's most basic movements. Sifu, how do you think
she is able to master the fighting arts so quickly?"

"Who knows Little Dove. Maybe she is born with it...Or maybe..." Master Ho
leaned forward and wore an astonished look as if a sudden epiphany had just
given him some much-needed insight to share with his bewildered pupil.

Keira sprang forward from her seated position and listened intently as she
hung on her Sifu's every word. She had desperately searched for a way to crack
the mysterious, enigmatic code that was Azumi's fighting style for months. Had
her Master finally uncovered the answer? If so, then Keira might finally have
a chance to repay Azumi for all of those merciless beatings she suffered by
her hand.

"Maybe," Her Master continued as he paused for dramatic effect, "it's
Maybelline!" Master Ho then theatrically motioned his hands with his palms
outward in a large sweeping motion as if he were a circus ringmaster
introducing his next routine.

"Sifu..."

"Yes, Little Dove?"

"I hate you!"

Master Ho rose from his seated position and brushed off his yellow trimmed
black tracksuit. Master Ho had first encountered the movie 'Game of Death'
which starred Bruce Lee in boarding school. The young Sammo Ho became
infatuated with every single frame of that movie, but Sammo also noted that
Master Lee's philosophy was quite the opposite of his. In many ways, he
considered himself a reverse image of Master Lee, so he designed a track suit
that with the opposite color scheme of the one he wore in that movie. The rest
of his wardrobe, however, was a combination of graphic tee shirts and crushed
velvet smoking jackets.

Master Ho merely turned his back and waved his hand with indifference before
he once again addressed his displeased disciple. "Start practicing turtle
breathing and meditation. I want you to spend the next three hours focusing on
the image of the flame I explained to you earlier."

"But master, why do I have to do such things? You never made Azumi practice
breathing or meditation! I told you before that I didn't come here to learn
any of this spiritual mumbo jumbo! Why won't you teach me the various fighting
moves that you have taught her?"

"Keira dearest, I teach what I teach for a specific reason. Last I checked,
the sign above the bloody door read Master Ho, and that means I get to decide
the lesson plan. You can start deciding what to do the day it reads Master
Lee. Heh." Master Ho looked down at his tracksuit and chuckled at the irony of
that last statement.

The moment Master Ho finished his last statement, Azumi burst through the door
like a gust of wind spewed forth by a hurricane. Keira was shocked by Azumi's
bluster, but her Master merely stared at his barging pupil with a look of
indifference. Azumi seethed at the sight of the Old Crow once again coddled up
to his "little dove."

"Enough of your games old man! I have proven myself to be a far superior
fighter than your little half-gaijin pet. I demand that you name me the true
successor to Lao wuya and reveal the final scroll to me this instant."

"And I demand a nice hot cup of Earl Grey Tea and the right to be a judge on
'Strictly Come Dancing'. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want until
it is earned, or until Len Goodman finally decided to visit that giant
ballroom in the sky...Blood vampire, I swear."

"Fine, if you do not think I am ready, then let me prove it to you! Fight me,
old man!"

"You want to fight me for the right to learn the secret arts of the Old Crow?
Well...I suppose this was unavoidable, wasn't it? Alright then, let's get this
over with." Master Ho extended his hand and waived at his impertinent disciple
to come and fight.

The next series of events transpired so fast that Keira was barely able to
comprehend what just happened. Azumi rushed Master Ho, and in response, the
old gray beard fired off a close range dragon punch. Keira saw Azumi block the
blow with her own two eyes, yet mysteriously, the buxom Japanese femme fatale
flew back and smashed into the wall behind her. Keira struggled to understand
how Azumi could have fallen so easily, and she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
Not only did her Master just defeat her talented young rival in one move,
Keira could have sworn she saw something emerge from Master Ho's fist when it
made contact. It looked like some sort of bright light or even a flame.

The Old Crow casually brushed off his tracksuit and meandered toward his
slightly slumped over, shellacked student. "Nice One, lass! Now I am all
knackered out! You may hit like a tidal wave Azumi, but even a tidal wave
cannot hope to topple a mountain." The Old Crow paused after that last
sentence and his mundane look was replaced by one of glee. "Ho! Dare I say,
the old man would have been proud of me for that last line! I almost sounded
like a real Buddhist for a moment." He then turned his back on his two
disciples and dismissed them with a carefree wave. "Get some sleep lassies.
I'm off to catch the next episode of 'Britain's Got Talent'. Cheers!"

Keira looked over at Azumi as she clutched her midsection and fumed at her
humiliation. Keira knew Azumi wasn't used to losing. In fact, she wondered if
Azumi had ever lost a fight at all until today. Azumi slowly rose to her feet
and glared at Keira before she made her way back to their shared quarters.
"Wonderful," Keira thought to herself, "tonight should be a load of fun."

"MMMPHHH!" Keira' moaned and her eyes shot open as the slender hand that
slapped over her luscious lips exquisite lips stirred her awake.

"Quiet down!" Azumi growled in a hushed tone as she pawed at Keira's pert
breasts and sucked on Keira's scrumptious neck.

"Nnnnghhh!"

"I said quiet!" Azumi barked again as she perked up and intently listened to
ensure that her that no one was in the vicinity. "If I have told you once I
have told you a thousand times, you will do exactly as I say, when I say!"
Finally, she removed her hand from her captive's mouth. "There, that old
buffoon finally turned off his TV and went to bed. Now we can have some
privacy." Azumi clasped her mouth over Keira's and the two women shared a
passionate kiss. Both of the alluring young disciples rolled around on the
ground while engaged in a tender embrace.

"Ouch!" Keira groaned as Azumi lay on top of her. "Take it easy, I am still
sore from that beating you gave me earlier. Do you think you could take it
easy next time?"

"Take it easy? I told you before, business is business...And pleasure," Azumi
grabbed Keira's arms and placed them high over her head and pinned them in
place with her own hands, "Pleasure is always on my terms. Like I told you the
first time I beat you, you belong to me now!" Azumi placed a hot, wet kiss on
Keira's lips before she descended down the lovely half Asian's body with
another series of kisses. Keira toes curled as her lover pleased the pretty
young American with her cavalcade of kisses. Still, the earlier events of the
evening had Keira worried about Azumi's frame of mind.

"Listen, Azumi....Maybe you should be more patient with Master Ho. I know you
are in a rush to learn everything, but...Ohhhhhh!" Keira gasped as her body
filled with pleasure while Azumi's dexterous tongue nimble flickered and
enticed Keira's delightful flower.

The next morning, Master Ho entered the single, shared room of his two
disciples and noted that the two women were already in uniform and kneeling in
order to properly address their master. Master Ho carefully eyed the two women
and observed the tense air between them. He couldn't quite make out its
origin, but he figured it was just the natural by-product of a rivalry between
disciples.

"Now lassies, this is the time when your beloved Sifu must climb to the peak
of this mountain in order to gather more herbs for my special healing balm.
The entire journey will take me a few days, and it is most treacherous.
Although it is nothing your invincible Master can not handle. While I am away,
I expect my two diligent young students to continue to practice and prepare
for their Master's eventual return. Also, I expect both of you to help me
think of a name for my balm, so that we may market it and make this poor Old
Crow a fortune. Then we can all live happy lives as millionaires and buy a
nice hut on a sandy beach front.

Keira and Azumi audibly sighed aloud and tried their best not to roll their
eyes. Both of their ears perked up when Master Ho continued to address them.

"Keira!"

"Yes, Sifu?"

"Continue to practice the basics I showed you from day one. Maybe then your
next fight with Azumi might not be such rubbish." Keira fumed at her Master's
barb.

"Azumi...Azumi!"

"Yes, Sifu?" The young Japanese girl begrudgingly answered after a small
pause.

"Work on your defense. It was clearly lacking yesterday. Also, try not to kill
Keira."

The two women watched their Sifu as he vanished off into the foggy distance.
One she knew her master was out of range, Keira turned to her companion.
"Azumi, let's go out tonight!"

Keira stared at her outfit in the mirror and carefully inspected every inch of
it. She had purchased the white micro-mini graphic embroidered dress with the
chiffon sleeves on a whim during her time in Japan. The only time she had ever
worn the dress was during a rare night out in Tokyo with her friends from the
Koburu Ryu dojo. It clung perfectly to her firm, fit figure, and complimented
her curves in every way. Her black leather ankle strap heels helped show off
her long, luxurious legs, and her hair was freshly washed and styled. Keira
heard footsteps behind her, and she turned to face Azumi.

Keira bit her lip as she looked at her dance partner for the evening. Azumi
wore a pair of tightly fitted ripped blue jeans and tiny white tank top along
with some white tennis shoes. Azumi's hair was pulled back into a ponytail,
yet despite her outfits simplicity, Azumi looked absolutely stunning.

"You look hot Keira. Why don't we forget all of this bar nonsense and I can
rip you out of that dress and take you repeatedly until Master Ho gets back."

"Come on, Azumi! Don't be like that. It will be fun, I promise!"

"Fine then," Azumi responded as she sighed in disbelief, "Where are we going
again?"

"Yes! It's this tiny little bar at the bottom of the mountain with an American
theme. They even have an old school jukebox that is surprisingly up to date
with the latest in American music. Trust me, you will love it!"

"Whatever, let's just get this over with."

Welcome to the jungle we got fun and games

We got everything you want honey, we know the names

We are the people that can find whatever you may need

If you got the money honey we got your disease

The melodic musings of Gun's and Roses crackled through the old speakers and
reverberated through Keira's eardrums as soon as she pushed open the thick oak
door. She cocked her head to the side and her ear perked up as she let the
lead singers raspy, roaring rock voice harken her back to her childhood.

"Ah, Axel. You were truly ahead of your time, and your hair always made me so
jealous!" The raven-haired vision declared as she pranced through the doorway
followed begrudgingly by Azumi.

"You are in the jungle baby, and you're going to die!" Keira belted out along
with the lyrics as she pointed back to Azumi with a wink and a smile. Azumi
merely shot back a wry glance that indicated she was not in the least bit
worried about death in the jungle, let alone amused by Keira's antics.

The USA Tiger bar was a local watering hole located at the foot of the Liushi
Shan Mountain. The owner had previously worked in the United States and
decided to open an exact replica of an American dive bar once he returned home
to China. The old wooden bar was furnished with a lone coin operated pool
table, a dusty jukebox, a few dart boards, and cheap old wooden stools and
tables scattered across the venue. The place smelled like stale cigarette
smoke, and the bar was stocked with cheap American booze. An extremely
attractive and voluptuous young Chinese girl, who could have been no older
than 19, bowed to the two ladies as they entered and she politely served the
two thirsty women drinks.

Of course, this particular establishment also filled the prerequisite for
unsavory male characters. Each and every one of the suspicious, devious
looking fellows stared at the two luminescent lookers as the girls made their
way into the bar. If their jaws weren't completely agape and their shirts
covered with drool, then each of these men had a sinister smile plastered
across their faces. Smiles that would have made any normal two women eager to
flee at once. Fortunately, these two women were far from normal.

For Keira, it was a perfect reminder of home in every way. The two girls
grabbed a table near the middle of the establishment and indulged in their
cocktails. For both women, it had been too long since alcohol had touched
either of their lips. Keira grabbed the waitress by the hand before the latter
could scurry back to her position behind the bar, and Keira engaged the
surprised server with a look of concern deeply etched into her face.

"Please tell me you have tequila" Keira bemoaned. The barmaid merely looked at
the thirsty light skinned enchantress and smiled as she bobbed her head up and
down. Keira gave a silent, exaggerated fist pump in response, and she extended
her index finger and spun her arm around in a circle. "One round of tequila
shots on me! And keep em' coming every twenty minutes."

Keira suddenly remembered something as her order taker ventured farther away
from the table. She stuck her neck out as if she were trying to yell outside
of the passenger window of a moving vehicle. "Oh, and no training wheels!
You-You know what I mean by training wheels, right? No lime or salt...Around
the...Around the rim of the shot glass...Oh, forget it. We can always just
take it off ourselves."

One round of shots turned into two which turned into three followed by a few
surprisingly well-made martinis. Keira's face had reddened as the flush warm
feeling of a fresh buzz washed over her for the first time in years. Back when
she was a freshman, it seemed like moments like this would never end. It's
hard to imagine that one sick bastard could tear it all away from her.
Suddenly, a grisly thought popped into Keira's brain.

"Damn it! Keira exclaimed aloud. "The damn Jukebox hasn't played my song yet!
That stupid machine better not have stolen my money!"

"So this is what you American's like to do for fun," Azumi muttered in utter
disgust.

"Well, to be fair, this isn't the only thing we enjoy. We love sex too, and
you don't seem to mind that...So, why don't you try and give this a chance
too? Not every bar needs a mandatory Karaoke machine, you know?"

"Funny. Tell me something Keira, do all American's love to get tied up and
gagged as much as you do? Because I can tell you, none of my Japanese lovers
ever enjoyed submission like you seem too?"

Kiera shot Azumi a mischievous smile while she held, in her hand, an olive
that had been used to garnish her drink Keira wanted to fire back right away,
but she hesitated to answer for a moment. Clearly, Azumi's unanticipated line
of questioning had stumped the lovely lass. Finally, Keira popped the olive
into her mouth she chewed for a while before she leaned in. Keira continued to
smile while she played with her hair as she spoke to her part-time paramour,
sometimes rival. "They might, but only if all got tied up by someone as
gorgeous as you. Especially with your impressive rigging skills, where did you
learn to tie knots like that anyway?"

Azumi turned her head sideways to avoid contact with Keira. Keira couldn't
help but notice that her inquiry had clearly bothered her date for the night.

"It's not important" Azumi barked. "Where is that stupid bar cow with our
alcohol anyway?"

"Listen, Azumi," Keira spoke softly as she touched the Japanese warrior's
hand, "I don't mean to pry-"

"Then don't pry!" Azumi snapped back.

"It's just that, I want to get to know you. Where did you come from? Why are
you here? I want to learn about your travels and how you became such a
brilliant fighter. I just want to feel that connection. Don't you want that
too?"

"Oh please, Keira. You just want me to help you feel like you are less of a
victim. You want me to tell you some sob story about how I got raped just like
you, so you don't feel like you are the only one! Well sorry, but I am not
some victim. I fight for a higher purpose. For my family, for their honor, not
because I didn't clench my jaw and bite down when I should have!"

Keira sat back in stunned silence as she let Azumi's words seep into each and
every cut that her little diatribe had inflicted into the depths of Keira's
soul. She always knew that Azumi had a dark side, that much was certain during
their sparring sessions. Azumi would beat on Keira mercilessly and pound her
into oblivion. Keira could feel the rage spew forth like a flood of water from
a broken spigot with each one of Azumi's vicious blows.

Azumi always laughed it off afterward and claimed her competitive fire simply
got the best of her. She explained it away as her knowledge that the effects
of her attack would not linger thanks to the Master's medicine. This exchange,
however, seemed to indicate otherwise. Keira had shared that story with Azumi
during a tender embrace in a moment of confidence, and Azumi had betrayed that
confidence by using her secrets as a sword in which to gut Keira in the
cruelest of manners. Had she been wrong about Azumi? Was this woman really
that hateful?

Azumi, to her credit, instantly began to feel a sense of regret as soon as she
finished venting. Regret was not something Azumi was used to feeling. Usually,
she did and said whatever she wanted, consequences be damned. Her feelings for
Keira, however, were complicated. True, Keira was a rival who stood in her
way, but she was also a woman of unbelievable beauty who Azumi lusted after.
From the moment Azumi saw Keira she hated her, not because Keira stood in her
way, but because Azumi wanted her more badly than she had wanted anything
before. She knew the first night that their bodies collided in a burning
explosion of desire, that she wanted Keira to belong to her, and her alone.

"Listen, Keira. I am sorry. That was uncalled for and mean. It's just that, I
don't like talking about my pa-" Azumi's rare apology was interrupted by the
sound of broken glass and the scream of the female bartender.

"(In Mandarin) No...Please! Let me g-MMMPHHH!" A hand clamped over the fine
female server's plump, pouty lips and sealed her voice behind a layer of skin,
bone, and muscle from a large, meaty palm.

"Sorry little one, but we can't do that. Not until you have satisfied our
urges and made us all cum. After all, we came her expecting good service.
Don't you think that means you should wet our dicks with your snatch after you
let us wet our tongues with your ale?"

"NNNMMMPPPHH!!!" The barmaid screamed as the men began to undo her uniform and
strip her naked.

Keira clenched her fist and rose to her feet. She was still furious from the
volley of insults launched at her by Azumi mere moments earlier. She didn't
quite know how to direct that fury at first, but like a gift from the heavens,
an answered appeared to her in the form of five misogynistic men who needed a
severe beat down.

"Don't" Azumi blurted out before Keira could make a move.

"What? Why not? Those assholes deserve what's coming to them."

"No Keira, she deserves what is coming to her."

"Excuse me!"

"You heard me Keira. This is a cruel world, and only the strong survive! That
may seem like a saying that is a remanent of a past time, but it's not. It's
merely a truth that lays dormant beneath the surface, but that truth will rise
up again and throw the world back into order...Just like it alway has."

"Azumi, what are you saying? That woman isn't weak just because she is
outnumbered by men twice her size! Those men are weak for praying upon someone
who they know can't fight back."

"You are wrong, Keira. She is weak! Weak like you once...Like we both once
were! She is a helpless lump of iron that needs to be strenghtened by fire
into a sharp sword. Only then can she strike back at those that abuse her, or
those that place themselves above her and hold her back from the greatness she
deserves!"

"Azumi...You can stay here if you feel like, but I am going to save that
woman."

Keira attempted to make her way over to the suddenly nude distressed damsel
whose hands were now lashed behind her back and who remained handgagged. Out
of nowhere, Azumi gruffly grabbed Keira by the arm and pulled her back toward
the table.

"No Keira, you will stay here and do as I say. Remember, you belong to me!"

"Azumi, you are hurting me!" Keira's dialogue of displeasure was immediately
interrupted by a baritone voice which boomed toward the quarreling couple.

"(In Mandarin) You ladies look like you are bored. Perhaps you would like that
join the bar wench in keeping our cocks some company."

Keira stared back at the routund mountain of a man who adressed her. Azumi
released her hold on Keira and stared at the malicious malcontent of a man as
well. Keira walked right up to the burly bully and smiled as she answered his
inquiry without the slightest hint of fear. "(In Mandarin) Perhaps I will come
over and take care of all your cocks by myself. I will take great care to
shear them off of your bodies with a pair of scissors and grind them up in a
blender."

"Hooo!" The hulking, hot-headed pervert laughed as he grabbed Keira's chin
with his thumb and forefinger. "This girl is a feisty one. I would smack that
smirk off of you in order to teach you a listen, but it would be a shame to
mark up such a pristine face. You are half Asian, no? And you equally sexy
girlfriend is obviously Japanese. How about I tie up and gag both of you and
introduce you to the pleasures of my Chinese staff!"

"Hey asshole, you are right about one thing. She is my girlfriend. Now, why
don't you get your puny, pathetic Chinese toothpick away from her before I
kill you where you stand."

One of them men exploded with laughter from the back. "Hey Bai" he blared.
"These foxy, firey bitches will be sure to fetch us a fortune at the market.
Let's quickly bind and gag them and get out of here."

"Figures your kind would be slaver trash!" Keira gnarled back in his native
tongue. She had run into his kind before during her travels. She had lost
quite a few fellow female trainees and friends to slavers such as this, and
she had narrowly avoided a similar fate herself on numerous occasions. She
looked over at the bartender who was now fully bent over as one of the men
invaded her dignity of her womanhood with his fat digits.

"MMMMPHHH!!!! NNNMPPPPHHH!!!! PLLGHHH!!!! HHLLLPPP MMMHHHH!!!" Keira listened
to the woman wail and was about to boil over with rage when she heard the
rumble of a familiar guitar riff thunder from the sound system above. All of
the sudden, she regained her composure and made eye contact with her sparring
partner.

"Hey, Azumi!"

"Yes, my pet!"

"Eagles of Death Metal!"

"Eagles of what now?"

"Eagles of Death Metal...That damn jukebox finally played my song!"

When I feel like you get too close I put you right down

I never really leave I just slip away

And it's not my purpose to break your spirit

As soon as the opening crescendo of the song kicked into effect, Keira kicked
the family jewels of the lumbering lummox in front of her. He dropped his head
in response to the mind numbing pain that coursed through every fiber of his
being. The pain didn't last long, however, as a sharp elbow to his chin sent
him into a sudden slumber.

I'm not really interested in what's in your heart

I don't want you to fall in love now so please don't startAzumi sprung into
action and rolled forward to meet two oncoming attackers. She quickly subdued
both men with a series of high kicks and jumping knees. As the last man
dropped to the floor, Azumi grabbed a pool cue and wrapped it around another
assailants head before she held the pool stick verticle to her head in a
classic te ura gasumi sword fighting stance.

I only want you!Keira grabbed two pool balls and hurled them at two of her
foes like she was a Cy-Young award-winning pitcher who just flamed a pair of
100mph fastballs down home plate. The men were out like a set of exposed
candles on a blustery winter day in Chicago before they even hit the ground.

I only want you!Kiera and Azumi placed themselves back to back and winked at
each other before the engaged the onslaught of sweaty male bodies that
attacked from all sides. The two women calmly recalled the lessons of the
grueling months of training they endured to drop one man, followed by two men,
followed by three more.

I only want you!

The sound of crushed bones and masculine screams ripped through the old oak
floorboards and wooden walls of the crusty, creaky canteen. One by one, dozens
of men charged the two immaculate beauties only to be expertly flattened onto
their backs. The remaining men were in disbelief, both of those women had the
build of supermodels. Just one of their number should have been enough
manpower to render these two dames completely helpless. Yet these felonious
fiends were the ones discarded onto the floor in the end.

Finally, the two ferocious furries dispatched the last of the scoundrels. The
adrenaline of a hard fight mixed with the aphrodisiac-like effect of several
shots of tequila took a hold of the two women. They aggressively nuzzled
against each other and entwined their tongues in a passionate, heat of the
moment kiss as the song roared to a climax reminiscent of the lopsided battle
that just occurred in the dingy taphouse.

I only want you!

Keira momentarily disengaged from the heated saliva swap in order to make
something clear. "I still haven't forgiven you for what you said, and we still
need to talk."

"We have plenty of time to talk tomorrow. Now I just need you back at the
temple and out of that dress!"

"(In Mandarin) Excuse me!" The two victorious vixens looked away from each
other and made eye contact with a very thankful female bartender holding two
freshly made cocktails. "Please allow me to express my gratitude for saving me
from those men!" She beamed as she bowed down in front of them.

"Damn straight!" Azumi offered up as she snatched the two drinks and handed
one to her pretty partner in crime. The two women guzzled down the tasty
beverages after they clinked together their glasses for quick celebratory
cheers.

"Hey, Azumi."

"Yes, my sweet?"

"Why do I suddenly feel so light...Ohhh!" Keira moaned as she collapsed into
Azumi's arms.

"Keira! Keira!" Azumi screamed before she noticed her surroundings grew
fuzzier as each second passed. Azumi looked back at the female server, who now
sported a wicked grin pasted across her attractive face.

"My masters had been watching both of you for a while, and they knew you were
disciples of The Gay Old Crow. They wanted to fetch you on their own, but they
had to prepare for every eventuality. So they finally removed my gag and took
me out of the brothel. This little gag slave will do anything to please her
masters!"

"You!!!" Azumi groaned as she reached for the barmaid's throat only to pass
out in route and collapse in a heap next to her lithesome lover. The last
thing Azumi saw was a parade of men barge into the bar with coils of rope and
a few pieces of cloth, and the last thing she heard was The Eagles of Death
Metal bellow one last chorus before her eyes closed.

I only want you!

A few years earlier...

was

*(Note, the dialogue in this chapter has been translated from Mandarin
Chinese.)

The pungent smell of stale cigarette smoke and the familiar oak interior let
her know that she was still inside the USA Tiger pub. Either the effects of
the drug did not last too long, or her abductors decided to take a little time
to have fun with her before they moved her. She shivered at the thought of her
helpless, naked, unconscious body at the mercy of a pack of ravenous slavers.
A part of Keira didn't want to even consider what might have happened to her
while she was asleep.

Right on cue, Keira felt the warm sting of the palm of a slight, slender hand
slap across her right but cheek. SMACK! "MMMPPPHHH!!!" Keira moaned as the bit
of the hard spank lingered for several moments. Soon, this very same hand
tightly grabbed Keira's right cheek and squeezed as hard as possible.
"NNGGHH!!" Keira blushed as the uncomfortable groping that followed served as
a reminder to the helplessness of her situation.

"You have such soft skin and an amazing body." Keira didn't needn't see her
captors face to recognize the individual that taunted her. The monotone,
hypnotic voice would forever more be seared into Keira's memory. The female
bartender turned her attention to the other side of Keira's breathtaking
buttocks as she continued to ridicule the restrained maiden.

"I used to be like you, once. I too flaunted my beauty and aimed for lofty
goals that were not meant for me. That's why my masters kidnapped me, and then
they taught me my place in this world. They showed me that the only goals
truly meant for me were to serve my master's dutifully as their gag slave. You
will soon learn this too...When my masters sell you to your new owners."

"MMMPHHH!!! FHHHKKK UHHHH!!!"

"Do not try to resist, you are only fighting against fate. The life of a
bondage slave was always my destiny, I see that now. Just as it is for you and
your friend."

Oh no, Azumi! Keira's eyes shot wide open as remembered that Azumi had been
with her. What had they done with her? Under normal circumstances, Azumi was
not the type of person one worried about. These circumstances were far from
normal, however. Both of the girls had been drugged, and an unconscious Azumi
was every bit as vulnerable as any other comatose captive. Keira was suddenly
filled with of dread and she yearned to free herself and find her friend.

Keira rolled on her back and tried to kick at her captor with her bound legs,
but the brutish bar wench swatted Keira's feeble attack aside. The bewitched
bar maiden climbed on top of her captive cutie and caressed the contours of
Keira's naked body. Keira observed the fact that her temptress traducer also
wore no clothing. Keira remembered that this woman cohorts had torn off her
clothing during their little ruse, and it seemed the bar maiden decided to
remain unclothed. Out of nowhere, the girl assaulted Keira as she slapped
Keira's perky breasts and pinched her nipples.

"URGGGHHHH!!! STMMPHH," Keira fumed as she tried to raise up and head but the
waitress turned sexual predator.

The winsome, deviant, drink peddler bent down and kissed and sucked on Keira's
succulent, scrumptious neck. Keira tried to twist her neck out of the way, but
her fondling foe grabbed Keira's head and held it in place. Finally, the
wicked woman planted several upon kiss on Keira's gagged lips as the
restrained beauty winced in disgust. Her eyes would soon flare open, however,
as a pair of thin bony fingers forced their way through the sacred gates of
her female sex.

"NNNMMPPHHH!!!! GHHTTT HHHFF!!!" Keira screamed as the woman, who earlier had
poured Keira's drinks, now rapidly pumped her digits in and out of Keira's
pregnable pudenda. Keira continued to moan as her body rocked from the
unwanted intercourse. The slave server repeatedly kissed her gag and fondled
her backside with her free hand. "Mmmmmpphhh!"

Keira's nostrils flared as the dual feeler forayed further into her private
garden. The aggressive advance started to rapidly increase its pace, as wave
after wave of wanton pleasure built up in Keira's body almost as quickly as
the shame built up inside her psyche. After, several minutes of titillating
torture, Keira experienced her first forced orgasm of the evening. It would be
the first of many over the next half hour.

"You can try to deny it all you want, but your body and your hardened nipples
tell me that you and aren't so different after all."

Keira shrieked as her sweaty body jerked from the jolt of yet another
unwelcomed avalanche of rapture that roared through her entire body.
"GNNNGGGHHH!!!! UGGHHHH!!!"

"Slave!" A loud, deep, masculine voice boomed as the door to the bar's storage
room creaked open. A large imposing figure entered the room. Keira looked over
in between as her body continued to twitch. She recognized the man instantly.
It was the man who first approached her and Azumi and started the whole
confrontation. Keira recalled one of his cohorts use his name before she
cleaned his clock. If she remembered correctly, this man was known as Bai.

The ravenous young Chinese woman quickly ceased her sexual assault and jumped
up and stood at attention. "Yes, zhu (master/owner)! As always, this slave
stands ready to do your bidding."

"Did you enjoy your reward for a job well done?"

"Yes zhu Bai, this slave humbly thanks you and my other masters for letting
this piece of fuck meat enjoy a few moments with your newly acquired toy."

"Very good slave! Just remember that she is not yours to relish in without
permission. Much like you, this one is now our property to do with as we see
fit."

"Of course zhu Bai! This slave would never try to claim an object that belongs
to the Jade Pirate's!"

"Excellent, now bring our new possession to the front so we may ready her, and
our collection's other new addition, for departure. Oh, and slave..."

"Yes zhu?"

"Make sure you put back on your uniform."

"The Jade Pirates?" Keira thought to herself. "It can't be them. I thought
they were just a myth, something to scare young Chinese women into marriage."
Indeed, rumors of the Jade Pirates had circulated throughout China for
centuries. According to legend, the pirates were infamous thieves who stole
away beautiful women and then disappeared without a trace.

The older woman claimed they would snatch away any woman who came of age and
did not betroth herself to another. The reality was that the Jade Pirates
cared little if a woman was married or not. They only sought out the finest
flesh to peddle to their clientele. The fact that their existence remained the
stuff of legend spoke to how talented they were at the art of making women
disappear without a trace. To this date, no woman had ever escaped the Jade
Pirates' clutches.

The slave merely bowed to her zhu as he walked back to the front of the
establishment and then she walked over to table near the door. Keira watched
as the slave turned her back toward Keira and grabbed an object from the
table. Curiosity got the better of Keira as she wondered what her tormentor
could have been doing. Her stomach started to turn, however, as she saw the
sexy sultry submissive place something in her mouth and then strap it to the
back of her head.

Keira watched as the slave turned her head and showed off the giant red ball
gag that filled every corner of her mouth with some sort of strange sense of
pride. This gigantic, mouth stuffing, rubber, ballgag must have been the
"uniform" Bai referred to. Whoever these men were, they had completely done a
number on this poor woman's mind. Keira imagined what this girl's life must
have been like before it was ripped away from her by those savages. She
wondered if this woman had a family who still held out hope to see her, and a
life that longed for her return.

If any of that were true before, it no longer mattered. Whatever name the
slave had in the past was now a distant and faded memory from a different
lifetime. The slave grabbed Keira and hosted her up to a standing position.
The unfamiliar feeling of weightlessness came over Keira as the slave lifted
the light, lithe maiden and draped the tape gagged girl over her shoulder.
Keira's face went flush as the embarrassed, distressed damsel was easily
manhandled by a woman not much bigger than she was. The slave gave Keira's
posterior one more good slap and pinch before she paraded Keira out to the
front of the bar.

SLAP! "MMMPHHHH!!!"

The cacophony of gagged cries echoes throughout the cargo hold of the old
refrigerated box truck. Azumi had been taped up and shoved in the back of the
truck first. The feisty, furious female fought tooth and nail to escape her
bonds. For Azumi, this was the first time she tasted utter defeat as a damsel
in distress and she had never felt more humiliated. Azumi rolled around and
moaned as the cold metal of the damp cargo hold caused her nipples to stand
erect. "UMMMPHHH!!! NMMMPHHH!!!"

She was joined by Keira shortly thereafter, and the two maidens were placed
back to back. Another long strip of tape wrapped around just below both their
breasts and conjoined the two lovers. Another swath of tape was produced and
wrapped around the lips of both already gagged colleens. The constricting
ribbon of adhesive material pushed the back of the two imprisoned girl's heads
together.

After a few moments, the slave climbed into the truck and laid down on her
front. She laid motionless as she willingly let her masters manacle her wrists
and ankles with leather cuffs. A pair of leather belts were added to her
thighs and above her elbows in order to complete her bondage. Several of the
men piled into the back of the cargo hold and licked their lips as they
feasted their eyes upon the bevy of bound beauties in front of them.

"LHHHTT MMHHH GMMPHH!!! Azumi screeched through her gag as a few of the
felonious fellows fondled her large globe-like mammaries. She tried to twist
away as another individual patted her female flower, but the tape prevented
any hope of escape. One of the men leaned in and whispered in her ear as he
ridiculed the helpless female warrior.

"The boss said we can't rape you because our buyers demanded that we deliver
you two unsullied. That doesn't mean we can't find other ways to have fun!"

"GHHTTTT HHHFF HFF MMMPHHH!!! Keira bellowed as the sticky sealant muted her
disapproval and displeasure with rough, roving hands that paraded across the
landscape of her fit, feminine figure. Each poke and prod only heightened her
anger as she looked over and saw the cargo door slide shut followed by the
sound of the latch being locked in place.

The box truck roared to life and careened down the dilapidated village road as
it slowly plodded toward its destination. The vehicle plotted a path that took
it the outer edges of the Taklamakan desert and directly down the northern
route of the famed Silk Road. Once hailed as the key to cultural integration
through trade, the Silk Road suffered a decline after the rise of the Mongol
Empire and the expanded influence of sea trade. Today, however, the Silk Road
had encountered a renaissance spurred by the burgeoning empire of white
slavery.

Several underground brothels, auction houses, and harems hid along various
points of the Silk Road. One such auction house was located the beyond the
Great Wall of China. This brothel followed the traditional route of the Silk
Road through the Yumen Pass, or as it was known throughout China, the Jade
Gate. Past the Jade Gate, just south of the fabled ruins of an old trading
outpost known as Miran, sat an abandoned fort made of sun-dried brick.

At first glance, the fort seemed like just another discarded relic from the
Silk Road's rich past. Upon further inspection, however, one noticed that the
relic was surprisingly intact for such an old building. That was because the
ruins were nothing more than a freshly made facade. The fort served merely as
an entry point for an elaborate underground facility that once served as a
secret underground prison for political enemies of the Chinese Communist
Party.

Long since abandoned due to the exorbitant cost of maintenance, the CCP
decided to sell the inescapable stronghold to a private company. A company
which, of course, was nothing more than a shell company run by the Pirates.
The Pirates established this hidden location as a storage unit for any
kidnapped women who were in the process of being relocated to their buyers, as
well as an auction house and a "sampling room".

A few days later, the tribulations for the two abducted damsels continued.
Each girl found themselves secured to a large metal T-shaped frame. Each of
their hands was shackled to cuffs at the top of the t-bar while their feet
were shackled to cuffs attached to a horizontal bar located at bottom of the
frame. Each of their slender necks was fastened into a steel collar which was
welded to a bar that protruded out from the frame and further inhibited any
movement from the kidnapped couple.

Finally, a long silver, steel bar extended outward from the frame and pressed
up against each one of the girls unprotected female genitalia. This forced
both women to stand on their tiptoes and strained them to the point of utter
fatigue. Despite the unlikely odds of escape, each woman continued to struggle
for their lives. The two girls grunted in anguish through the large penis prod
gags lodged deep into their gullets.

When the solid iron prison door unlatched, Keira and Azumi figured it was yet
more of the Jade Pirates sneaking into their cell for a little personal time
with their prized captives. Instead, the impact of wood hitting solid stone
reflected off the masonry of the dimly lit cell. Two individuals entered along
with Bai, and each of them wore a loose coat known as beizi. This garment was
an extremely common article of clothing during the Ming Dynasty. Both of the
traditional Chinese garments were bright red in color with intersecting
intricate blue and with designs embroidered throughout the long coat. Each of
their heads was adorned with a conical hat reminiscent of the kind typically
seen covering the heads of rice farmers.

One of the individuals was a giant of a man who stood nearly 7' tall. A large
gut bulged out of the front of his body, yet the obscenely large stomach
seemed as if it hid an impressive wall of muscle underneath. This man may have
liked to eat, but it was obvious he liked to train as well. A large black eye
patch covered his left eye, and a deep scar could be seen poking out of the
corner of the patch.

The woman who accompanied him was far more petite. She was older, possibly in
her mid-forties, but she was beautiful. She wore a large smile pasted across
her face, but something about that smile was not quite right. Her smile was
more twisted than it was warm, and it gave away the fact that her angelic face
belied a cruel sadistic side. More noticeable than her insidious smile was her
noticeable limp. Every time she took a step with her left leg, the clank of
wood once again rang throughout the chamber. This woman was clearly missing a
leg, just as her companion was without his eye.

"As promised," Bai boasted, "Both of the Old Crow's nestlings delivered right
on schedule."

"You and your men have done a fine job! We shall continue to provide the
instruction and training you have requested at no charge."

"I should hope so, my men were almost no match for these two! If we hadn't
used guile and deception to subdue them than it might have marked the first
time in their history that the Jade Pirates failed to capture a target.
Perhaps you should consider adjusting your training to fit the more modern-"
Bia's words were cut off as the giant behemoth fired a sharp glance in his
direction. "Forgive me for my rudeness Master and Mistress Fan!"

"Let it be Quiangjian," The woman responded "We have what we came for. At
last, we can finally repay the Gay Old Crow for all of the pain and suffering
that he inflicted upon us. She made her way over to Keira and began to grope
the scrumptious half Asian's delightful body.

"Indeed Sa. These two will serve as fine repayment for the injuries inflicted
upon us by that blasphemous old lout." The massive mountain of a man lumbered
over to Azumi and grabbed her right breast. He sucked on her nipple as if he
were a new-born babe who sought nourishment from his mother's tit.

"NNNGHHH!!!! THHHH UUUHHH THHUHN HFFF BHTTTH!"

After a few moment's Quiangjian rose up with a lurid smile spread across his
stout face. "Just as I thought Sa, the throbbing from eye has finally ceased.
Although I think it has just moved on and spread...Elsewhere!"

"Indeed Quaingjian," Sa proclaimed as she plunged her fingers deep into
Keira's vulnerable vagina. "Mmmm! So soft and delicate. Oh, I think this one
enjoys it, brother! Her snatch already begins to moisten in anticipation. I
have many toys that I am anxious to acquaint you with, girl!"

"UMMMPPPHHH!"

"They shall make fine prostitutes for our brothel. Bound gagged and fucked
every day for the rest of their lives, all for the glory of our people, and
the hubris of their master."

Her brother paid little attention to his sister's words, however, as his mind
was filled only thoughts of lust. He ordered Bai and his men to unshackle
Azumi's arms and then secure them behind her back with a leather arm binder.
Then they unlatched her feet and used thick leather straps to frog tie legs.
Still weak from days of captivity, Azumi was unable to resist or attempt
escape. Azumi tried to move her knees to inch away from the mastodon of a man
behind her. He hadn't told her what he planned to do to her, but then again,
she didn't need him to.

Azumi summoned every fiber in her being to crawl away. The back of her mind
told her that salvation would not be found on this day, but she brushed those
thoughts aside and moved forward. All her efforts were for naught, however,
when the colossal Chinaman used straps attached to the arm binder to lift the
dangling damsel in the air.

The monstrously strong, hulking brute reigned the straps in and grabbed the
distraught demoiselle by the hair. The unexpected pull against the back of her
skull surprised Azumi and elicited a yelp from her gagged lips. "GAAGHHH!!"

The shock of her hair being tugged, however, was nothing compared to the
feeling that Azumi experienced next. Quaingjain impaled Azumi's love box on
his long, hard male shaft. Azumi groaned as his stiff sword penetrated her
pussy and pumped in and out of her."

"UMMMPPHHH!!! UMMPPHHH!!!"

"Ah, this is glorious!" Quaingjian exclaimed as he felt utter ecstasy course
through his gargantuan body. "Ho, I can tell by the trickle of blood that this
is the first time you have been fucked by a real man! Don't worry, my dear. It
will not be the last. You will learn to love it soon enough, although I doubt
you will ever get used to it."

"Tell you what brother dearest, you keep that one, and I will lay claim to the
half Asian slut who is riding my two fingers like she is a bitch in heat."

Keira blushed as she turned away. She was ashamed to admit that there was some
truth to what the woman known as Sa said. There was a small part of her that
enjoyed being dominated by another. Still, not like this. The moment she
turned her head, however, she was filled with regret. Her eyes met with
Azumi's, and instead of seeing anguish and pain on her beloved's face, she saw
only anger.

The look of anger Azumi wore was not directed toward her rapist, however.
Keira knew Azumi well enough to know what that look meant. Despite the fact
that both of their lips were sealed behind mouth wrenching gags, Keira could
read Azumi's mind clear as day. Keira knew the only thought that ran through
Azumi's mind at the moment was, "This is all your fault Keira!"

At an extension of more than 3000 miles, The Kunlun Mountains are one of the
longest mountain chains in all of Asia. Named after the mythical mountain
based paradise of Taoism the region has served many functions over the years,
including the birth of many styles of martial arts. In the past, the mountains
were lined with many schools who taught various forms of the Kunlun Fist. Over
the past few years, a sharp decrease in popularity caused many of the schools
to shutter their doors. As for the reason that the schools suffered a sharp
decline in popularity, that was due to another unfortunate series of events.

One such school was the school of The Yellow Snake Style. This school was the
last to close its doors and quit admitting students. A large iron bar locked
the gate closed and informed all who passed by that those grounds were no
longer occupied. At least, that's how it seemed from the outside. On the
inside, the school still bustled with activity. Only the activity was no
longer that of teaching fine young men the discipline of martial arts.
Instead, the school now served to discipline kidnapped young women and
indoctrinate them into the life of bondage slavery.

Two unfortunate souls occupied the dusty temples once hollowed grounds, and at
the moment the bitter sting of a wispy riding crop administered the latest in
a long line of lessons.

CRACK! "GNNNGGHHH!!" Both women groaned interchangeably. At the present
moment, each of the women was suspended from the ceiling in an intricate web
strewn from several cords of rough hemp. Each woman had been tied using a
similar Shibari style of bondage. A complex maze of rope wound around their
ankles, just above their knees, and high up their thigh's right below their
firm backsides.

Several more lengths of rope slithered and swerved around the back of their
necks and over, under, and through the two girls lovely breasts. Their hands
were box tied behind their backs and securely lashed at the wrists, forearms,
and elbows. Two lone strands of rope descended from the ceiling and anchored
itself to a knot tied at the girl's elbows. This rope served two purposes. The
first was to keep the girls slightly bent over and suspended several inches
above the ground. The second was to cinch the two crotch ropes the dug deeply
into the nether regions of both of the tightly tied maidens. The two girls
chaffed as the knotted rope sawed into their pussies and rudely intruded upon
the cracks of their asses.

"MMMPHH!!! NNNMMPHHH!!!" Both women cried through their cleave gagged lips as
the riding crop took alternated strikes between their tits and their bright
red rear ends.

Still, for both women, this was almost a welcome reprieve from the last few
weeks. Each of the girls had spent the entire time bound and gagged and
tormented by the two siblings. Azumi had spent her entire time tied to some
piece of furniture while Quaingjian smashed away at her insides with his
prodigious prick. Meanwhile, Keira had spent most of her days gagged while
tied to Sa's bed. Sa used Keira unguarded body as a testing ground for her
impressive arsenal of vibrators and sex toys.

After a few more violent lashes, the riding crops assault was hastened by
Quaingjian's low-toned voice. "That is enough for now slave."

The blonde haired woman who brandished the riding crop halted her attack. She
was an extremely attractive blonde bombshell with an impressive rack,
phenomenal ass, and a face to die for. That face was currently partially
covered by a large panel gag, however, and a black bondage harness adorned her
wonderful body. Her hands were cuffed to her front, and they were attached to
a chain that gave her just enough slack so that she swung the riding crop with
the proper amount violence required by her Zhu's. Keira looked down at the
woman's bottoms, and she could tell that two of Sa's devious sex toys whirred
away inside of the blonde bondage doll.

The blonde captive slowly approached her master and reached into his robe and
began to stroke his shaft. Quaingjian grabbed his pets rock hard ass and toyed
with her nipples for a short duration of time. Suddenly, he grabbed his
slave's chin with his forefinger and thumb and spoke to her.

"You have done well! Would you like your reward?"

"MMMMPPHH!!! YTTHHH MMHHTTHH!! PLGGHH!!" The young woman mumbled through her
gag as she eagerly shook her head up and down.

Quaingjian motioned to the door, and his sister emerged and brought with her a
small little child who looked to be no older than five or six. The child wore
a look of curiosity on his face, and his hair hung down past his shoulders in
a long braid. "Mamma!" The young child ran up and hugged the gagged
platinum-haired vision with all his might.

"You may have five minutes! After that, we have a group of American customers
who have requested an American girl for the evening. They have brought their
own bondage equipment, so you do not need to bring anything with you."

Tears rolled down the side of the young woman's cheek as she gripped her small
child as tightly as possible. She thanked her master profusely by repeatedly
bowing to him before making haste for the exit in order to maximize her time.

"One more thing," Quaingjian commanded before the woman and her child made
their exits, "Chu Hua, make sure you finish your homework when mommy gets back
to work!"

"Yes, papa!" The young boy chirped back as he disappeared out the door and
into the nightfall.

Keira was in utter shock from the scene she had just witnessed. Sa read the
look of horror and Keira's face and made her way over to her new favorite pet.

"Cindy was a young college Freshman who decided to come to China all by
herself and find some adventure. I guess you could say she found it. She was
once Quaingjian's favorite, much like your friend. the fact that she birthed
his child so early bodes well for her. Her body rebounded flawlessly, and she
was able to get back to work right away. Of course, we placed her on a birth
control regimen right away. Which, I must say, has done wonders for her
already amazing breasts! As for the child, like all of the other male children
born from our slaves, he will serve his purpose to replenish the ranks of the
Jade Pirates. The females, well, they will serve to replenish their ranks in a
much different way."

If it wasn't official before, it was official now. Keira hated this woman more
than she had ever hated anyone before. Even more, than she hated Richard
Chambers. As much of a monster as that man was, at least Keira could
understand men like him. She found them utterly reprehensible, but their level
of depravity was at least comprehensible. This on the other hand beyond all
comprehension. It was just vile and evil!

Sa grabbed the back of Keira's hair in a fit of rage. "UNNGHHH!!"

Sa looked at Keira almost like she read the thoughts that floated through the
raven-haired visions mind. "You think you can judge us? You think you
understand what we are? What do you know? We do what we must to survive! To
put food on our fellow villager's plates. And do you know why we have to stoop
to such lows to provide for ourselves, Little Dove?"

Keira was taken aback by the fact that this woman had just used the pet name
her Sifu had given her. They had mentioned him earlier, the first time they
claimed her and Azumi from the Jade Pirates. Keira got the inkling back then
that they had a personal grudge with Master Ho, and now she knew with
certainty. They had obviously been watching her and Azumi for a while.

"Hmm." Sa uttered as she smiled and let go of Keira's locks. "It's because of
your Sifu that we are forced to do such things. It's because The Dandy Old
Crow descended upon us when he returned from England. He barged into our
territory and challenged and shut down every school of the Kunlun sect of
martial arts. That fruity fool completely defeated and humiliated every one of
the Kunlun sect's Masters. My brother and I tried our best to bring him down
but he savagely beat us with ease. He snatched my brother's eye out of his
socket, and smashed my leg so badly the village doctor needed to amputate it!"

Keira couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Sifu she knew would never be
so cruel and violent. The Sifu she knew was a kind caring man who only
resorted to violence when absolutely necessary. This woman had to be a
liar...She just had to be.

"I know what you are thinking girl! The Old Crow that came here was a
rambunctious young man. They say The Old Crow has mellowed in his older age;
softened by years of experience. They say that he is ashamed by some of the
actions of his past and that he would love nothing more than to make amends. I
tell those who say these things that I don't care! Amends won't change the
fact that he ruined our reputation after he challenged our school, and we had
to close our doors soon after. An entire village depended on the fortunes of
our school for survival, and with our school in shambles, we had to find other
means. Fortunately for us, Quaingjian had associates within the Jade Pirates,
and the rest, as you American's say, is history!"

"Enough of this idle chit chat," Quaingjian thundered. "You two have been our
guests now for many months, but now it is time you earned your keep!"

"UNNGHHH UGGHHH!!!" Neither of the two women like the sound of those words.

"Normally, I would say women as fresh as you two are not yet ready to be
trusted as gag slaves. Fortunately, there are still many of our customers who
enjoy forcing themselves upon women who are defiant. A few of those patrons
are outside our door right now, and they are some of our top paying customers.
We even took great care to dress you to their precise specifications.

Sa rolled a large mirror over in front of the two women so they could gaze
upon their reflection. The bound and gagged damsels feasted their eyes upon
how the siblings had dressed them when they were unconscious. Azumi had been
dressed in a skimpy Japanese school girl outfit, complete with knee high white
socks and an extremely low cut plaid skirt. Keira sported a black leather
bikini top, black leather bikini bottoms, and fishnet stockings. A thick
leather collar with the word "slave" embedded on its front completed her look.

"FHHKKK UUHH BHHHTHH!" Both women howled through their gags in unison. They
renewed their struggles for freedom which caused their sexy suspended bodies
to sway back and forth in the air.

The siblings exited and the two girls literally hung in suspense for several
moments. Finally, two men entered wearing business suits and half black opera
style masks. Both of the men walked in and wrung their hands as soon as they
ogled the mouth watering enchantresses who struggled and moaned before them.
The lewd interlopers pounced on each of the two maidens as the pawed at every
inch of their amazing bodies.

Keira unsuccessfully tried to move her head back as one of the men planted a
kiss on her cleave gagged lips. "MMBBBLL!!!" She closed her eyes as ran his
hands all over her body, and prayed that this whole ordeal would just end
quickly. That's when she heard a most strange sound emit from Azumi's gagged
gullet. It took Keira a moment to make out the noise, but soon she realized
that Azumi was laughing hysterically."

"What the hell, man? Is this bitch broken?" One of the men inquired to the
other.

"Not my problem, buddy. All I know is I am about to stick my dick in some
heavenly half Asain poontang tonight! So, I ain't got time to worry about your
girl. You want to know what her deal is, take off her gag and ask her."

The masked man bent Azumi's head down and clumsily unknotted her gag. Once the
wadded piece of cloth was removed from her mouth, Azumi flexed her jaw. It had
been months since her mouth had last been free. That freedom didn't last long,
however, as her wannabe paramour planted a kiss on her unsuspecting mouth.

"MMMBLLL!!!" Azumi croaked as his long, slimy tongue rolled back and forth
while intertwining itself with hers. After several minutes, he finally
released his mouth from hers and addressed strung up stunner. "Now then girl,
tell me what you think is so funny."

"Oh nothing really, I just saw the torches behind you flicker."

"The torches flickered! What the hell is so funny about that?"

"What's so funny is, you are a dead man walking."

"GWAAHHH!!!" The man yelled as he felt a sharp pain explode through his chest.
He looked down only to see that the tip of a sharp pointy object had impaled
him through the chest. He saw the tip of the object retract slowly, and after
that, his world went black.

"Holy shi-" His compatriot never managed to complete his sentence. Keira saw
the man turn his back to her. The next thing she heard was the sound of a
sword slicing through the air, and a stream of blood spray onto the wall in
front of her. When the two bodies finally dropped, Keira was able to see two
female ninja's standing in their place. One of them held a bloody sai in her
hand, and the other an equally bloody kusarigama.

The two women were dressed in deep purple, and the bottom half of their faces
were covered by masks. They sported purple armored helmets on the top of their
heads, and a few more bits of armor scattered throughout their uniforms.
Slender katana handles peaked out from scabbards attached to their backs, and
several lengths of rope hung from their belts. While the outfits were by no
means immodest, they definitely showed enough skin to make it obvious that
these two women possessed incredible bodies.

"We are so sorry it took us so long to find you, my Empress. Are you alright?"

"You bet your ass it took too long to find me, and I will be as soon as you
get me down from here! Tell me, did you bring my clothes and my sword?"

"Yes Empress, and we will have you both untied in no time."

"No! Not her! Leave her bound and gagged. Just untie me."

Azumi looked down at the village below from her post atop the mountain. It had
been far too long since she had donned the Crimson wardrobe traditionally worn
by the leader of the Bandai Kunoichi. As soon as she finished getting dressed,
she began to feel like a new person. She told herself the unfocused emotional
Azumi that existed during her time under the Old Crow was a farce. She needed
to become someone else in order to curry the Crow's favor, and she let herself
get too deep. That was all there was to it...Nothing more! In the back of her
mind, however, she knew that was a lie. She let herself believe that there may
have been another path other than the lonely one she had chosen before.

She looked back at the bound and gagged Keira who now kneeled before Azumi.
Azumi chided herself as she looked at the pathetic sight in front of her, "How
could you let yourself get sucked in by your emotions? Stupid, Azumi." She had
made an error in judgment, and in the end, she paid a steep price for it.

Her female Shinobi stood at her back and awaited the opportunity serve their
Kage. Azumi carefully observed the small village below. It looked like a
village that time had forgotten during the rest of its advancement in the
world. All of the dwellings looked to be a combination of cheap plaster and
old driftwood. There was nary a hint of electricity among the small houses
that were tightly bunched together, as torch stands could be seen outside of
most of the doors.

There was one building, however, where the luminescent shine of man-made
lighting spilled forth from. It was a grand structure, several thousand square
feet in size, and even from the high vantage point on the mountain, Azumi
could see that this building bustled with activity. "There," Azumi stated as
she pointed to the building. "That is the brothel...Our main target."

"Very well Empress. How would you like us to proceed?"

Azumi moved her attention back to the compacted series of small homes before
she turned back to her underlings and replied. Grab several more length of
rope, and ready your weapons." Azumi grabbed her sword still sheathed in her
scabbard and looked at its crimson and bronze handle. Azumi brought the blade
close to her and spoke to it as if it were an actual person. "It's finally
time for you to awaken and feast once again, my only friend." Afterward, she
looked back at Keira. Keira may have been gagged, but Azumi didn't need to
hear her in order to decipher the meaning of the pained look on her face.

"I know what you are thinking about doing, but don't do it Azumi! Please!"

Azumi simply turned her back on Keira, as if she suddenly had no idea who this
woman was. She did, however, issue another edict to her followers.

"One last thing, bring me a torch."

Quaingjian stared down at the intoxicating sight of his slaves bound and
gagged body as it rocked below his weighty frame. He had given Cindy 5 minutes
to spend time with their little boy, and this ungrateful tramp had taken six.
This caused his valuable clientele to lose one whole minute with the bondage
doll they had so generously paid to spend the hour with. Quaingjian decided
his slave, and the mother of his son was in need of another lesson in proper
propriety.

Therefore, he had her bound to his bed spread eagle. He stuffed a large penis
gag deep down her throat. Not just any penis gag, but one made from a mold of
his gargantuan cock. She nearly choked to death as the large rubber phallic
was shoved deep down her esophagus. The sheer enormity and volume of the gag
filled her mouth to the brim and securely depressed her tongue. Thus, her
pained cries, as Quaingjian sexually throttled her, were reduced to a near
hush.

"UMMMPHHH!!! MMMPHHH!"

The gagged moans were music to Quaingjian's ears, so much so that he almost
missed the other sound that rang through the hallways of the brothel.
Eventually, however, that sound jolted him back to reality, and he an
unfamiliar chill ran through his body. That sound...It was the fire bell. "Why
is someone ringing the fire bell?" Quaingjian thought to himself, as a strange
feeling of dread overcame him.

Sa stirred awake from her slumber as soon as she heard the bells. Her
immediate thoughts went to the safety of her clients. If any harm befell any
of her patrons, it could result in a financial disaster for her and the
village. Those fears turned into a full-fledged nightmare as Sa checked room
after room only to find pools of blood and the scattered body parts of every
one of their customers. On top of that, all of her slaves were missing.

Sa met Quaingjian at the entrance, she didn't need to tell him about the
disaster that had befallen their benefactors, by the look on his face, she
could tell he had confirmed it for himself. Together they walked out to the
door and beheld a horrific sight. To their right were all sixty of their
slaves, seated on the floor and secured with ropes and gags per usual. Their
initial thought was that one of the villagers might have had the foresight to
pull the women out of their rooms and make sure they didn't escape during the
chaos.

Those hopes were dashed as they looked to the left and saw all of the
villagers and their security personnel tied with rope and forced to kneel in a
similar circle. The most chilling sight of all, however, was the one in the
middle. The entire village was set ablaze, and directly in front of it stood a
lone figure dressed in crimson holding a torch. The flames illuminated her
face long enough for the siblings to determine her identity. It was Azumi, and
her body was now free from her bondage while her expression bore an eerily
serene look.

"You-You witch!" Sa screamed as she dashed at Azumi.

"No, Sa! Wait!" Quaingjian yelled, but it was too late.

Sa may have only had one true leg, but she dashed as Azumi with uncanny speed.
She closed the distance between them in mere moments and then watched in shock
as Azumi dropped the torch and disappeared right before her. The series of
blows that struck her next were too fast for Sa's eyes to see. Each strike
felt as if someone had hit her repeatedly with a steel pole. In the blink of
an eye, Sa found herself kneeling on the ground while she stared right at
Quaingjian.

Sa looked down and realized she was covered in blood, and her body was too
beaten up to respond to her thoughts. She kneeled in silence as Azumi grabbed
the top of her head and used her other feminine hand to grip the bottom of
Sa's chin. Sa became frantic as she realized what Azumi meant to do. Enough
adrenaline kicked in to allow Sa to raise her hands and frantically, yet
meekly, punch at Azumi's arms. The blows had little effect, however, and her
ears picked up the sound of Quaingjian's voice as he screamed for Azumi not to
do it.

Quaingjian watched helplessly as Azumi effortlessly snapped his sister's neck,
and he stared in shock as his sister's lifeless body fell to the ground. An
enraged Quaingjian let out a tremendous roar. "I will rape you to death you
stupid, little whore!"

Before he could even reach her, Azumi was on him. He went to grab her in a
bear hug, but Azumi ducked underneath his bulky arms. Quaingjian heard the
sound of a knife being removed from its sheath, and Azumi made a series of
sudden and swift incisions with her knife that seemed to defy the realm of
possibility. Quaingjian felt a sudden sharp pain which shot through his groin
area. Quaingjian didn't want to look down at first, he merely grabbed at his
crotch with his large mitts and felt the damp, thick blood seep through his
cloth and onto his hands.

He looked back towards Azumi who had dashed behind after she cut through his
body like butter. She held up his large, engorged, bloody manhood in her hand
before she dropped it and smashed it with her foot. Quaingjian tried to
scream, but he found it difficult for his lungs to gather oxygen. This proved
to be a fatal mistake, as Azumi jumped up on top of the giant's shoulders and
shoved her knife inside his wide open mouth. The long knife stabbed through
the top of his gullet and the tip of the knife pushed out through the top of
his skull. Blood began to spill out of Quaingjian's mouth and eyes, and he
soon drifted off into the afterlife to join his sister.

Azumi walked over to her charges who stood watch over the slaves, as well as
Keira. Azumi grabbed her katana from one the Bandai kunoichi and she
unsheathed it. Keira noted its crimson color, and she could almost feel a sort
of wicked presence within it. More than that, Keira felt a sort of insatiable
hunger from the edge of the katana. As Keira examined the blade, her mind
suddenly pictured a hungry, ravenous wolf who hadn't eaten for days, yet
happened to stumble upon the body of an injured doe. She watched as Azumi
marched over to the villagers and shut her eyes as she was powerless to do
anything to stop her.

Dozen's of screams began to be snuffed out one by one until only one last
scream remained. It was a muffled, gagged cry, and it seemed almost
hysterical. Keira opened her eyes and looked over at in the direction of the
hushed wail. She saw the bound and gagged Cindy in an uncontrollable
hysterical state as a braided piece of hair had been tossed down in front of
her. Then Keira watched in horror as Azumi struck down Cindy with her sword as
well.

Azumi spoke to Keira without so much as even glancing in her direction. "The
Old Crow was a fool! Had he possessed the foresight to kill his enemies before
hand, then none of this would have been necessary. I refuse to make the same
mistake. That boy could have grown older and attempted to gain vengeance for
the murder of his father. I did what I had to in order to ensure that never
happened. As for his mother, well, I owed that stupid, riding crop holding,
bitch one."

There were a number of things Keira wanted to say. She wanted to scream at
Azumi and tell her that she had lost her way. The gag, in her mouth, however,
wasn't the only thing that prevented her from doing so. Keira realized telling
Azumi these things wouldn't have mattered even if she could say them. The
Azumi Keira knew was dead, and all she could do was cry into her gag as
mourned the loss of her lover's humanity.

"Gather up the women, and put out the word to the Jade Pirates that we have
some merchandise for them." Azumi hadn't forgiven the Jade Pirates either, but
she had a use for them at the moment. When the timing was right, however, she
would take their empire from them and bring them to her heel. She brushed away
her thoughts of vengeance momentarily and continued to give marching orders to
her army. "Then, we make our way back to the Liushi Shan mountains. It's time
to knock The Old Crow down from his lofty perch."

"Keira!" The Old Crow exclaimed out loud as he broke away from his meditation.
He had searched high and low for his missing students since the day he
returned from the peak of the mountain with his herbs. After several months of
searching, The Old Crow returned to his temple to try and regroup. He had sat
down to meditate only a few hours ago, and he felt Keira's mind reach out to
him in desperation. Not only that but her location...It was as if..She was at
his front gate!

Master Ho barged out of his room and made his way to his front gate. There, he
was confronted by two purple-clad Kunoichi who held a tied up and gagged Keira
by their side. Master Ho looked up and noticed that the rooftops of his Temple
were dotted with the presence of a small army of female ninja.

"SHHFHHHUHH!!" Keira moaned before one of the female shinobi pressed a knife
against her throat.

"I always knew she was your favorite, old man."

Master Ho looked over in the direction of the voice that taunted him, and he
saw Azumi dressed much like a ninja herself. The difference was that Azumi was
covered in crimson from head to toe. This was clearly a much different Azumi
than the one he had known before.

"I always knew you were dodgy, Azumi. Your aggressive, rage-filled fighting
style always hinted at a truly dark nature. Of course, even I wouldn't have
guessed that my tumultuous young Japanese lassie was actually the famed
Crimson Empress of the Bandai clan."

Azumi seemed momentarily pleased That The Old Crow had heard of her. That
pleasure, however, quickly shifted to a much more serious tone as Azumi let
her intentions by known. "I demand you give me the secret scrolls that contain
the final techniques to The Old Crow Style!"

"Cheeky little girl! You are in the house The Old Crow. Here nothing is handed
to you, but must be taken using your might!" The Old Crow charged up his Ch'i
and leaped into the air. He flew toward Azumi with his leg extended, the
majority of his Ch'i concentrated into the back of his foot.

Azumi watched The Old Crow take flight towards her. She waited until the last
possible moment, and then she closed her eyes and thrust her hand outward and
met The Old Crow's foot with the palm of her hand.

The Old Crow was shocked as the impact of Azumi's block sent him flying back.
He flipped a few times in the air, and he landed gracefully on his feet. There
was no mistaking it, however, Azumi had channeled her Ch'i to block his
attack. How did she learn such a thing? Master Ho had made it a point to never
come even remotely close to teaching his dangerously adept student this
technique.

"Don't look so surprised Sifu. I am a ninja! We mastered the art of stealth
and recognizance. All of those private lessons that you gave your little dove
in order to teach her the secret of summoning Ch'i; the ones you tried to keep
from me! I listened to and learned them all!"

Azumi then walked over and grabbed her sword before she strode over to Keira
and grabbed the half-Asian beauty by the hair. She pulled Keira along as the
walked toward Master Ho together.

"And why did you only teach her? This girl who brushed all of your teachings
off as spiritual nonsense. This westerner who only wanted to learn 'real
fighting' techniques. I suppose I can see the appeal for her. I saw it too you
know? Her beauty and warmth. The way she made me forget..."

Azumi had been speaking with her head down for a moment, but all in the area
were taken aback as she raised her head to reveal a stream of tears that
flowed down her flawless face. "The way she made me forget about all of the
troubles of my past. You know my title and my clan, but what do you truly know
of us old man? The way we have been made to attend and obey the whims of those
who would go out of their way to hold us back simply because we are women.
They way we are forced to work and sacrifice all while being treated as some
sort of joke and looked down upon. The way we are discarded like yesterday's
garbage the second those men in power have no more need for us! I swore on my
life that I would learn all I needed to in order to return my clan to its
rightful place and crush all of those who would take advantage of us!"

Azumi pulled Keira closer to her, and Azumi brought Keira's lips mere inches
away from hers.

"I was wrong to love you Keira. I thought for a moment you would bring me joy.
That you would help me forget about all of the heavy burdens that I
shouldered. I pictured a day where I could wrap you up in my arms and leave
everything behind. Instead, you brought me nothing but more pain."

"AZHUHHMMAAHH!"

"Instead, you caused me to get raped over and over again by that fat-ass
'Yellow Snake Style' pig! Meanwhile, all you had to endure was having your
clitoris tickled a little by the old hag and her sex toys. How is that fair?
It was your idea to go to the stupid little bar in the first place." The tears
began to fall down Azumi's face at an even more rapid pace as she released an
explosion of pent up emotion.

In the meanwhile, the usually stoic Old Crow flinched at the mention of The
Yellow Snake Style. He decided to listen further to Azumi before he made a
move. Perhaps he could find some way to reason with his distraught student.

"Why-Why am I the one who had to be scarred for life?" Azumi continued "It'
all your fault Keira! I thought you were going to be my savior. Instead, you
were just another false promise of joy, weren't you? More importantly, you
were just another reminder that the only true happiness in this world is the
happiness derived from power. You ended up being just another distraction
Keira, and now it's time to let you go?"

"AZHHUHHMAHH!!! NNNMMPHH!!!" Keira moaned through her gag.

Azumi pulled Keira close and planted a kissed her gagged lips. The two former
lovers lingered for a minute. Meanwhile, the skies opened up and a heavy
rainfall began to descend over them as if a thousand angels wept in
anticipation for the events that were about to unfold.

Azumi let go of her passionate kiss and whispered one final message to Keira.
"Goodbye, my love."

"No! Azumi! Don't do it!" Master Ho realized what was about to happen and he
attempted to sprint toward his two students. Several members of the Bandai
clan jumped in his path. The female ninjas knew they wouldn't be able to hold
The Old Crow off for long, but they could keep him at bay long enough.
Everything began to move in slow motion for Master Ho as he fought off the
wave of invaders. In between blows, he peered through the mass of bodies
momentarily and saw Azumi lift up the crimson and bronze handle of her weapon
and bring it toward Keira.

The Old Crow's vision was blocked by another wave of female shinobi. The Old
Crow quickly realized he didn't have time for this nonsense! Every moment he
lingered was a moment he could ill afford to spare. Master Ho focused his Ch'i
into a tightly wound ball, and let it explode from his body. This created a
wave of Ch'i that burst outward and knocked all of his opponents to the
ground. Master Ho inspected the strewn about, unconscious sea of purple that
littered the ground before him. He looked forward and his heart sank as he saw
Keira laid out in a pool of her own blood and on the precipice of death's
door.

As the heavy rainfall descended upon him, Master Ho's blood began to truly
boil for the first time in ages. Not since he was a hot-blooded youth who
cared little for rules and decorum had Sammo Ho felt a rage such as this burn
inside of him. Back then, he would barge into the temples of other sifu's and
fight them knowing full well that he might very well shatter their livelihood
with his rambunctious actions. At the time his heart was filled with so much
indignation that he paid little heed to the consequences. Those were actions
he regretted, and those mistakes seemed intent to haunt him to this day. He
promised himself that he would never again let his anger or his desire control
him. Today, however, The Old Crow finally decided to make an exception.

He turned his attention toward Azumi, but his furor quickly slipped away as he
witnessed the actions of his erstwhile pupil. Azumi stood in place, completely
devoid of all emotion, and she stared at her sword as if she was transfixed by
it. Most of all he noticed the malicious, evil aura that spewed forth from the
blade. His anger turned to horror as he instantly recognized the weapon Azumi
held in her hand. The long lost cursed blade of the condemned sword smith,
Mursama!

"Azumi! Don't be daft. That sword is bloody evil That sword is-"

"The katana's name is Satusnjin-Hei, Old Crow! I know full well about its
history, but do you know what this blade is capable of? Can't you feel the
power flow outward from its blade now that is has awakened? All that was
needed were the proper amount of sacrifices in order to break its seal, and it
finally happened!"

"Azumi, That...It's a load of rubbish! It may give you the power that you so
desperately seek now, but it will only lead to your downfall later. Listen to
me Azumi, that sword brings calamity to all who wield it!"

"Perhaps, Sifu. Today is not that day, however. Today, this sword will give me
the power I need to defeat you. Today, the legend of The Old Crow dies, and
the legend of The Crimson Empress will rise to take its place!

Keira looked around and noticed her surroundings were pitch black. "Wh-Why is
it so dark outside?" She thought to herself. "Oh wait, it's because my eyes
are closed for some reason." Keira didn't understand why it was so difficult
to open her eyes at first, but she eventually pried them loose. She looked
around as the large droplets of rain crashed around her. For some reason, the
rain sounded like a thousand bombs being dropped all around her. She noticed
that her hand sat in a particularly warm puddle of red, and she wondered to
herself why she felt so fatigued all of the sudden. Keira eyes began to feel
heavy and, slowly but surely, they closed shut once again.

"No!" Keira shouted to herself as the memory of what happened to her raced
back into her mind. She struggled to keep her eyes open for what seemed like
an eternity. Each time her eyes would close, Keira would fight with everything
she had to keep reopen them. The third time her eyes flew open, she saw the
visage of an old man as he staggered toward her while he clutched a mason jar
with one hand and the left side of his body with the other. Each time she
closed and reopened her eyes until the figure drew closer and closer. The last
time her eyes opened up, she saw a familiar sandal splash down in the mud in
front of her. "Sifu." She thought to herself before her eyes shut for the last
time.

Gasp! Keira sprang upwards into a seated position as the heavy rainfall
drenched her half naked body. She ran her hand's through her raven-black hair
as she rapidly inhaled and exhaled. The last thing she remembered was the
sight of Azumi's face as she plunged her sword deep into Keira's gut. She
slowly reached down and pressed her hands against her stomach. She cringed as
she slowly brought her hands upwards. Much to Keira's surprise, there was no
blood to be found. She frantically looked down at her flat stomach and
carefully examined it.

"No wound," Keira said to herself, "Am I-" Keira's thoughts were interrupted
by the sound of a deep cough that cut through the deafening sound of the
torrential downpour.

Cough..Cough! "Oh dear, I do say, it seems that I may actually catch pneumonia
before I die from a sword wound. What are the odds of that happening?"

"Sifu!" Keira said as she ran over to her Master. She looked down and saw the
blood seep out of his side and the mix with the muddy ground beneath their
feet. Keira put her hands over her face and began to sob. "No!" Keira muttered
as she shook her head from side to side. "No! No, no, no, no!"

"You-Cough, You look rather chipper and spunky my little dove. Other than the
fact that you are crying like real nancy boy that is. I guess your beloved
Sifu's medicine once again did the trick for you, eh? It's too bad I will
never get the chance to market that stuff to the masses. Never did think of a
name for it either. My little batch of..Of...Deus Ex Medica! Ho! Brilliant!
There it is! Cough! Bugger that. How is that for a bad bit of timing?"

Keira scrambled toward the mason jar and jammed her hand deep inside of it.
There was nothing left. Master Ho must have used the entire batch on her. She
needed to go inside and get some more of her Sifu's special balm quickly!

"Sifu, listen to me! We don't have much time left! Tell me where the rest of
the balm is and I will go grab it!"

"There is no more medicine left my dearest. I never had time to whip up a new
batch, that was the last of the old one. As soon as I came back from the
mountain I was so preoccupied with trying to find you two. I was so...so
worried." Master Ho's voice began to fade and his eyes looked as if they grew
wearier with each moment.

"Sifu! Don't close your eyes. Stay with me!"

"Not so loud Keira. Bloody hell! I am a dying old wanker, not a deaf old
wanker."

"Sifu, how you can you joke at a time like this. You used all of your medicine
to save me. Why would you do that? This is all my fault."

"Keira, my sweet little dove, listen to me. None of this is your fault. None
of it at all. You and Azumi, you two paid a price for my sins, and now it's my
time to atone."

A sudden feeling of dread spread throughout Keira's being. "Azumi...Oh no,
Master did Azumi..Did she get the scrolls?"

Master Ho let out a small sigh as he grabbed his side and sat up next to his
pupil. "Yes, I told her where the blood scrolls were. They were hidden in my
chuddies drawer in case you were curious."

Keira bowed her head in shame, but Master Ho grabbed her chin so that she
looked him in the eyes. "Keira, those scrolls were a load of cobblers. There
are no secret techniques in The Style of The Old Crow. The true power of The
Old Crow can only be mastered by one who let's go of their own ego and learns
the true meaning of sacrifice. That is why I favored you over Azumi. Because
you possessed the one thing that she didn't...The one thing that even I
didn't. There is a light within you that outshines us all."

The Old Crow watched as Keira began to sob uncontrollably and attempted to
wipe away the constant stream of tears with her muddy hands. "Keira, I know
you don't understand it now, but you will one day. The secret to my style was
taught to you the very first day you set foot in my temple. Remember that
Keira."

Keira sat silently for a few moments with head hung low. She knew she didn't
have much time left with this man. The quirky old Master who she often hated,
was sometimes annoyed by, but always loved like another father. She looked up
and forced a smile upon her lovely quivering lips. She decided that her Sifu
would want nothing more than to share one last joke with her.

"Sifu, I told you I don't care about any of your spiritual-"

"Bullocks! Use bullocks instead. Honestly, who in the bloody hell even says
mumbo jumbo anymore? Master Ho's voice began to fade as he continued to speak.
"Bullocks is a much, much more useful and interchangeable word, really..."

Keira leaned forward and gave her master one final hug as the rain finally
relented.

"Ah, that's the stuff. Isn't it?" Master Ho whispered as he spent one final
moment in the embrace of the woman he thought of as the daughter he never had.

As he drew his final breath, the rainfall finally ceased, and a rainbow popped
up behind him. Years later, the residents of the surrounding villages would
tell tales about the legend of The Last Crow, and how, on his final day on
this mortal plane, he defiantly rode a rainbow all the way up into the
heavens."

"MMMPPHH!" The young 18-year-old village girl cried out as the large, meaty
paw clamped over the bottom of her face and sealed her lips shut with it's
might grip.

"What's the matter, woman? My friends and I thought you looked a little lost.
We just want to help you get where you need to go." The man who held her mouth
in check said as his five companions tore away at her vintage 1930's
cheongsam.

"UMMMPHHH!!!" She groaned as the men discarded her dress and began to coil
several layers of rough hemp around her porcelain-like, crystal clear Chinese
skin. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Her grandfather had
always warned her not to stray too far from the village when she took part in
her hobby and collected rare herbs. She always thought him a fool, and now it
was her foolishness that had come back to bite her.

"What a pair of tits, and a great ass as well! You will make a fine addition
to Mister Chu's harem."

"Oh no!" The young woman thought to herself. "Mister Chu is one of the most
notorious Supervillains in all of China! If he gets his hands on me, I will be
doomed to spend the rest of my life in slavery!"

"NNGHHH!!!" The young Chinese maiden twisted and bucked as the men ripped off
her panties and her bra. The grabbed at her flesh as lust filled their eyes
and they eagerly anticipated invading her body. Suddenly, the men looked off
into the distance and ceased their activities. It was as if some sight in
front of them had frozen them into place.

Curiosity got the best of the young maiden, as she wondered who, or what could
have hypnotized her attackers in such a manner. She prayed that a savior had
come to rescue her, but those hopes were dashed as one of the men moved and
she fixed her eyes upon the young lady in front of her. A stunning young woman
who looked as if she might be half Asain stumbled in their direction.

She wore nothing but a black pair of leather panties and a matching top. Long
fishnet stockings covered her legs, and a pair of black high heels were
strapped to her feet. She looked to be partially covered in mud, no doubt a
product of the rainfall that had just occurred, and her hair covered part of
her face. Enough of her face could be seen, however, to recognize that this
woman was a true beauty.

"NMMPPHHH!!! RHHNN AWHHAHH!" The young maiden tried to call out in order to
warn the oblivious young female who unknowingly wandered her way into sure
danger.

"Well, what do we have here boys? Looks like another lost little girl! Why
don't you let us escort you from here on out women? These are dangerous parts
for one as lovely as you."

Keira didn't even hear his words. The only thing that she heard where the
voices in her head. Ghosts from her past who had come back to haunt her once
again. "What happened Keira? How come you weren't able to save your friend? I
thought you traveled the world in order to learn how to fight, girl?"

"Hey! Hey! I am talking to you!" The man walked over and attempted to snatch
Keira's hand. Instinctively, Keira jerked her hand away from the man who
encroached upon her, and she spun around and delivered a perfect shot to his
temple with her elbow." The man dropped like a stone and the only person who
didn't even notice was Keira herself.

One of the fallen men's companions looked on in shock before a wrathful look
filled his face. "You'll pay for that you bitch!" He yelled as he charged at
Keira.

Keira once again operated on autopilot, as she jumped up and delivered a
devastating knee to the bottom of the man's jaw. The precisely placed knee
knocked her second attacker out the moment of impact. Just as before, however,
Keira's thoughts were too preoccupied to notice.

"How do expect to save yourself if you can't even save your friends? Doesn't
seem like your able to put up that much of a fight, girl!"

After seeing the first two among their ranks taken down by the willowy vision
before them, the other men quickly rushed to gang up on Keira. She delivered
the frenzy strikes with impressive fury as she took on all four of the
remaining men with ease. The sounds of their screams, and the sights of the
broken bones and unconscious bodies, however, were lost upon Keira as all she
heard were the jeers of her tormentors and the faces of her past detractors.

"You call that a fight, girl? You'll never be able to defend yourself in a
real fight, girl...So much for being able to fight, girl...fight, girl..Fight,
girl...FIGHT, GIRL!"

Finally, the last body dropped, and Keira was snapped back to reality by small
feminine hand which clutched one of her hand and shook it vigorously. Keira
looked back at the young naked Chinese maiden who wore a look of relief and
glee on her face.

As soon as Keira turned to face her, the young girl was taken aback for a
brief moment. Earlier, when Keira had dried her tears after her master had
passed, the mud from her hands had smeared over her eyes. It almost looked
like Keira was wearing a large amount of eye shadow, or even a domino mask.

The young girl regained her composure and addressed her savior in broken
English. 'Thank you so much, you saved me! What is your name?"

"I saved her?" Keira thought to herself. "I actually saved this woman?" She
felt a small warm feeling build up in her stomach. This whole time she had
been so focused on preventing herself from being taken advantage of again, and
it seemed like she failed in every instant. Yet here was this woman that she
didn't even know, and without realizing it, Keira had saved her life!

Keira felt an inkling of pride and accomplishment, and all of the voices began
to fade. Well, all of them except for one. The one voice that she had heard in
the back of her mind, yet ignored up until now. The voice of her Sifu. It was
something that he had said to her the first day she walked into his temple.
Something she had completely forgotten about until this very moment.

"You can change the world for the better. Help people. Stand up for the
innocent. People need someone who is willing to stand up for them. So one who
will always be willing to..."

"Fight, girl," Keira exclaimed as she finished her Sifu's sentence.

"Oh, Ok! That's a funny name, but Ok?" The young Chinese woman stated in more
broken English.

"Wh-What"

"Thank you! Thank you so much for saving my life! Thank you, FIGHTGIRL!"