Council of Righteousness Chronicles, Volume VI, Retribution in Crimson.
By GW
A young rookie crimefighter fights to restore the honor of the Council.
Silver Victory stumbled out of the large ornate office, the office of the leader of
the Council of Righteousness. Until last year, it was her office. Now, Solargirl occupied
it, and relegated her to a tiny desk outside the door. She served as receptionist and
"goaffer" for the tyrannical new Council Leader. The tall, magnificently beautiful
woman wearily sat down at her desk, shoulders slumped despairingly, a beaten,
tragic look in her green eyes. It was nearly midnight, but she had just finished
giving Solargirl a pedicure, too intimidated to refuse any order the nasty young
slut gave her. Solargirl gloried in humiliating and degrading the former premier
heroine of Capital City. Pedicures were the least of the disgusting tasks, Silver
Victory was required to perform for the despicable young woman, barely out of
her teens, who had defeated her, broken her spirit and reduced her to near slavery.
Silver Victory dropped her head down on the desk and wept silently. "How could I
have sunk so low? I want to fight back, but I'm just can't face another hopeless
beating!" She agonized. "I've betrayed the Council and every thing it stood for. If I
stay here any longer, I'll kill myself, but I'm too ashamed to go home. How could I
face the other Amazons, as their Queen, knowing I'm a coward and failure?"
As Silver Victory wept miserably alone, in another part of Capital City, a young
waitress left her job at a rundown diner. The girl was painfully scrawny, like a
half-starved cat. It was late, and she looked around nervously with the eyes of a
wary, homeless feline. Satisfied, she started down the deserted street. At the
corner, she stopped and listened, a moment. She heard someone coming from
the other street. She ducked into a deserted store entrance, with the skill of one
accustomed to hiding in dark corners. She carried a shopping bag in her hand,
and she hugged it to her chest, as though it was a precious treasure.
She held her breath, as a figure turned the corner. The girl sighed with relief. It
was the new young patrolman on the beat. He'd stopped in the diner for coffee
before he started his shift, earlier that evening. He'd been friendly to the sad-
eyed, harried young waitress. They'd chatted a few minutes and she'd learned his
name was Pete. The girl stepped from her hiding place. Pete broke into a grin.
"Hi!" Pete said. "I'm just going down this street. Mind if I walk along with you?"
"Oh no! That's fine!" The girl answered, trying to hide the elation in her voice. "In
this neighborhood, I'm glad to have Police protection."
"Well, of course, I'm only a rookie." Pete said modestly. "I just graduated from the
Police Academy two weeks ago, and this is my first night walking a beat. The
Sergeant was supposed to show me the ropes, but she called in sick tonight."
The two walked together, until they came to the girl's tenement walkup.
"Thanks for the company!" The young policeman said. The girl smiled shyly and
hurried up the steps to her miserable, rented room, her only home for the last two
months. When she turned on the light, she appeared as shabby and worn looking,
as the room itself. Though, like the room she was scrupulously clean and neat.
She carefully set down her shopping bag on the bare, little breakfast table. The
bag contained the precious items she bought earlier that day, on the way to work,
with the last dollars in her purse. She laid them out on the table, a heavy-weight,
sleeveless, red leotard, heavy duty, red pantyhose, and a pair of red sneakers.
She'd spent more on the sneakers than she'd planned, and it had cost her dinner
that night.
"Oh well. It doesn't matter!" She thought. "I'm too nervous and excited to eat,
anyway." It was apparent, the girl was used to missing meals. From the top
drawer of the battered chest of drawers, she took some other garments,
crudely sewed from bright colored cloth. There was also a bright yellow fisherman's
vest, stuffed with various tools. The vest and tools had cost her most of two
month's salary. Before she went any further, she put on a shabby robe and ran
down the hall to the common bathroom for a quick shower.
"At least, at this time of night, there's no one banging on the door, yelling to hurry
up!" She told herself, as she stood under the tepid stream of water. The water
was never hot, but it was a little warmer than usual, she noticed gratefully.
When she returned to her room, she locked the door and took off her robe. She
stood naked before the cracked, half mirror in the corner. The mirror was set high
on the wall, and she had to stand on tiptoe to see her face clearly. She studied
herself curiously, as though memorizing a face she might not see again. She
wasn't yet twenty, but could easily pass for thirty. Her face was careworn, and
hollow-cheeked. It was a face that knew real hunger, and harrowing danger. Yet,
the blue eyes, though wary and guarded, were unafraid, and possessed a
mischievous twinkle. Her nude body was painfully thin, and nearly hipless, though
the stringy muscles were stronger than one might guess. They had served her
well; she was still alive, and the odds against that had been astronomical.
Privation had shrunk, to insignificant buds, breasts, that in young adolescence
were plump and blooming.
The girl smiled a little. She was about to realize a dream that had been with her
half her life. She took two small vials from a pouch round her neck. She had
carried one of them with her for almost two years, guarding it as carefully as her
life. She had only just secured the other vial yesterday, after a long dangerous
odyssey.
She picked up a hypodermic needle. She'd found it a few days ago, in the nearby
alley where the neighborhood junkies congregated. Earlier that day, she'd boiled
it for nearly an hour. It still made her nervous, but she had no other choice. She
filled it, half from liquid in one of her vials, half from the other. She shook the
needle, to mix them. She looked closely in the mirror, finding her carotid artery. In
her thin body, it was close to the skin and easy to find. Without hesitating, she
gritted her teeth, bravely inserted the needle and injected the contents into her
body.
She laid the needle down, and waited. At first, nothing happened. She felt a
moment of panic. Had it all been for nothing? Then she felt a tingling throughout
her body, hardly discernible at first, then stronger and stronger. Soon, it was like
a powerful electric current coursing through her. She trembled, as though in
shock. As she looked in the mirror, her face rose higher. She didn't have to stand
on tiptoe anymore; she was level with the mirror. Were her legs growing longer?
Yes! They must be! Now she had to crouch down to see her face.
She glanced down. "Those can't be my arms. They look like those girls who lift
weights on television!" She gasped. She flexed her right arm, and, sure enough,
her biceps muscle popped up the size of an orange. "Wow! Look at that baby!"
She thrilled. She noticed her shoulders were now as broad as a football player
wearing shoulder pads.
"Look at my boobs! I feel like a real girl again!" The ecstatic young woman
whistled appreciatively, because, best of all, her tiny, shrunken breasts were
filling out nicely, and then they swelled even faster, to really spectacular ripeness.
When they stopped growing, they were as big and firm as new picked melons.
She felt the muscles covering her back and tummy tightening, and at the same
time they grew thicker. Like a girdle, her fantastically enlarged muscles pushed
her newly burgeoning bosom high up on her chest, until her spectacular boobs
jutted brazenly, from her broadened chest. She glanced at her face in the mirror,
again. Now, it was as fresh and unlined as it had been when her terrible ordeal
began two years before.
The girl had grown so tall, her entire torso was now visible in the mirror. Glancing
down, she grinned, seeing every muscle standing out in bold relief, as though her
belly was chiseled from a flat slab of marble. She patted her right buttock and
found it grown big and hard as a basket ball. She extended her leg and saw it
was long and straight, her thigh as big around as her waist, and her calf swelling
with exciting new muscle. She stood on her toes and danced around the tiny room
with the grace of a ballerina of queenly proportion. In place of her short mousy
hair, a long, luxuriant mane, of rich, mahogany hue, swirled gaily around her
broad shoulders.
It had been twenty hours since the girl had wearily crawled out of bed that
morning, but now she felt fresh as a daisy. She brimmed with energy and
excitement. "Why wait? I've waited too long already!" She told herself. "Let's see
how I look?"
The newly tall, powerful young woman picked up the red panty hose and slid her
long, robustly curved legs into them. She'd bought queen size in anticipation of
this transformation, but even so, her fantastically shapely legs stretched the strong
fabric to near bursting.
"I've got to be careful, I don't knock anything over, with THAT." She snickered
happily, as she tugged them over her solid, provocative butt. She pulled on the
sleeveless leotard and snapped it at the crotch. It was just as tight a fit as the
hose. Luckily, the material stretched, but in so doing, it clung to her fabulous new
body as though it were painted on her. Contact with the garment, caused her
nipples to stiffen and punch out the straining material an inch from each boldly
jutting boob. On the other hand, the cheap yellow leather belt she'd found in a
trash can, was much too big for her relatively tiny waist. She had to bore a new
hole in it, to buckle it. She struggled into her yellow utility vest. When she'd
bought it, she could wrap it twice around her body. Now there was no hope of
zipping it closed. She had to leave it hanging open on either side of her
enormous, upswept bosom. "Oh well, as long as it's there!" She sighed. "I guess
boobs like these are worth a little sacrifice."
"At least the sneakers fit!" She whispered in relief, and donned her red and yellow
cowl to conceal her identity. She'd proudly made the cowl herself, from a red
cloth bag, in which she'd cut holes for her eyes, nose and mouth, and then sewed to
an old, yellow scarf. She glanced in the mirror one final time.
"A little tacky for a superheroine, but for a superheroine on a budget, it'll have to
do! Anyway, it's all I've got!" The girl muttered. "As long as I'm all dressed up, I
might as well go out, and see what's going on in the 'hood'. Somebody's usually
sticking it to somebody else, around here." As she strode to the door, she pulled
on a pair of red, suede gloves she'd found cheap, in a secondhand store.
The slim figure, dressed all in crimson and yellow, stood on the tenement rooftop.
It was in one of the worst sections of Capital City, but she had lived here long
enough, to know it well, now. She looked down on the street below. Gun shots
echoed through the dark night, as a lone Policeman, pinned down behind a stoop,
exchanged shots with three men. They had just robbed the nearby, all-night, liquor
store. In the doorway of the liquor store, lay the owner, in a pool of
blood.
"Oh God! That's Pete down there!" The scarlet clad, young woman gasped in
alarm, suddenly afraid for her new friend. "Well, I guess it's now or never! Here
goes!" She took a grapple line from a pocket in her utility vest, and hooked it to
the roof parapet. She took a deep breath and leaped from the roof, sliding down
the wire so recklessly that her gloves smoked.
On the ground, the girl in red dashed across the street toward the first masked
thug. He turned and fired point blank at the slim, costumed woman, targeting her
very prominent bust. There was no reaction, her youthfully upswept breasts were
apparently untouched.
"I know I hit her!" The thug muttered in confusion. "I couldn't miss any target
as big as those tits!" His confusion didn't last long, because just then
a gloved fist crashed into his jaw. The large man toppled over as though poleaxed.
The girl in red picked up his pistol and broke it in two pieces, as easily as if
it were made of cheap plastic.
"One down! Two more to go!" She whispered fiercely. She charged toward the
other two armed robbers. They both began to fire at her. The bullets either
missed, or had no effect.
"Geez, the bullets just bounce off her!" One man yelled, just as the girl caromed
into him. She punched him on the jaw, knocking him back against a brick wall. He
slid to down the wall unconscious. The other man took advantage of the girlish
crimefighter's preoccupation with his partner, to pull a lead pipe from his pocket.
He smashed it across the girl's head. For just a moment she looked stunned. She
swayed unsteadily, her long, powerful legs wobbling.
Just then, the young policeman tackled the man with the lead pipe. The crook
went down hard, and the cop hit him twice. The holdup man lay still, and Pete
cuffed him.
When Pete got up off the groggy gunman, he asked anxiously. "Are you O.K.
Miss? That was a lead pipe he hit you with!"
"Oh yeah I'm great!" The young woman in crimson answered ruefully. "I really let
him sucker me with that pipe. Lucky for me, my head's pretty hard. He just dazed me
for a second."
"Even if bullets bounce of you, you should have a helmet or something to protect
your head." The young man said, sincere concern echoing in his voice. Then he
added with admiration, bordering on awe. "Hey, lead pipe, or no, you were
incredible! I never saw anything like that. If it hadn't been for you, I'd be dead.
This is my first night on the beat, and I was alone when I ran into this."
The girl almost blurted out "Oh yes, I know, your Sergeant is sick tonight." But she
bit her tongue. "I'm not supposed to know that!" She thought. Instead she said.
"You can call me Crimson Marvel! I'm a rookie too. This is my first time doing
this, and if you hadn't taken that big thug out, I might be dead too. So I guess
we're even!" Beneath her mask, her mouth was curved in an infectious grin.
Blue eyes sparkled through the slits in her mask.
"Well, I'm Pete Jennings." The young man said. "I'm really pleased to meet you,
Crimson Avenger. May I call you Crimson?" He said with a shy answering grin.
He was trying not to be too obvious in checking out the tall, young crimefighter's
astounding and very exciting curves.
Crimson Avenger couldn't help noticing his interest, and she blushed slightly.
"Darn it!" She thought. "This costume sure doesn't leave much to his imagination!
Oh well I guess he likes what he sees!" The knowledge that Pete couldn't keep
his eyes off her, no matter how hard he was trying, didn't exactly displease the
beautiful, young superheroine.
Crimson Marvel helped Pete round up the other two criminals and cuff them, too.
"We'll need you as a witness." Pete told the girlish heroine.
"I can be reached through the Council of Righteousness." Crimson Marvel
answered.
"Oh!" Pete replied glumly.
"Is something wrong with that? Crimson Marvel asked.
"Well, I was kind of hoping you weren't mixed up with that bunch." Pete answered
reluctantly. "They used to be great, when Ultrazon and Bright Angel were there,
but now Solargirl makes all the decisions. Nobody trusts her very much." Pete
was reluctant to mention Silver Victory who he'd admired so, as a boy, but finally
he blurted out. "And everyone says Silver Victory is a washed up has-been now.
She's just Solargirl's stooge, afraid to open her mouth without Solargirl's
permission."
Crimson Marvel's face flushed. She said nothing at first, but she clenched her
fists angrily. Then she snapped."Silver Victory would never be anybody's stooge, and
don't worry about me, Pete! I make my own decisions! You can bet I won't be
Solargirl's stooge!"
"O.K. I believe that. Even though I just met you, I guess I'd believe anything you
told me. You're really something!" Pete answered, gazing into her seemingly bottomless
blue eyes.
Crimson Marvel blushed again. She turned to go, but called back over her
shoulder. "I'll be seeing you around, Pete!" Pete heard a silvery laugh,
as the slim red-clad figure disappeared into the night. He was sure she
looked back once, as she went.
"Wow! What a woman!" The young policeman thought. "She seems kind of familiar
though, like I'd met her before."
Next morning, Crimson Marvel entered the headquarters of the Council of
Righteousness. She knocked at the door of the Council Chamber. A harsh voice
shouted "Come in!" Crimson Marvel walked into the room and looked around in
awe at the legendary inner sanctum of the Council.
"Who, the hell are you, and what do you want?" The harsh voice continued.
Crimson Marvel looked up and recognized Solargirl, lounging arrogantly at the
head of the table.
"I'm Crimson Marvel, and I want to join the Council." The girl blurted out,
overcome by excitement.
"Crimson WHAT! We're not looking for any new members, Honey!" Solargirl
sneered. "Especially not some cheeky, little nobody we never heard of, in a
homemade Halloween costume!"
Then a figure huddled, alone at the foot of the table, like a plague carrier, spoke
up. Her beautiful, voice quavered. "Ac-actually, the Council Charter says that any
superheroine is eligible to become a member. Crimson Marvel was on the news this
morning. She captured three murderers last night, and saved the life of a Rookie
Policeman. That's more than the rest of us have done in weeks!" As the woman spoke
her voice became stronger and more confident.
Crimson Marvel looked down the table at the older woman defending her, with
gratitude and adoring admiration for one of her girlhood idols. It was Silver
Victory who'd come to her defense. Just then, Solargirl gave Silver Victory
a withering look, and the older woman trailed off in confusion. "Nobody asked
you anything, Lard Butt! We don't need to hear anything from a has-been
like you!"
Solargirl's insult and disrespectful tone set Crimson Marvel's teeth on edge. She
never believed, she'd hear anyone talk like that to Silver Victory, not in this very
Council room. She clenched her hands, and held her tongue though, vowing things
would change around here, VERY, VERY SOON.
"Well, I suppose you can join, if you want to. Sit down, there across from the old
lady!" Solargirl barked, pointing at Silver Victory. Then, she added in a nasty
undertone. "That tacky, five-and-dime-store getup you're wearing is good for a few
laughs anyway. Right girls?" Several of her toadies, clustered around her at the head
of the table, snickered at Solargirl's jibe.
To herself, Solargirl thought. "Let the snotty, little bitch join! I'll soon show her
who's boss around here. It'll be fun having someone like her to bat around. I like
it when they fight back. That old bag Silver Victory is no fun anymore; she just lies
down and takes it."
Crimson Marvel proudly took a seat at the table. This was the culmination of a
dream she'd had since she was a child. "If only..." She broke off. "Can't think
about that now!" She resolved, forcing her mind to other matters. She looked
across the table at Silver Victory. The older heroine's head was sunk down on
her chest, and Crimson Marvel feared she saw the glint of tears. The warm-
hearted young brunette wanted to run around the table and comfort her. Instead
she looked away, not wanting to embarrass the woman she so admired. She
must bide her time, now, but soon...
Crimson Marvel glanced at Solargirl. In the months Solargirl had dominated the
Council, she'd coarsened. Habit had twisted her mouth into a permanent, ugly
sneer. She looked bloated and flabby, and her once pretty blond hair was
now a brassy yellow.
The meeting broke up shortly after Crimson Marvel's arrival. Solargirl got bored
easily and avoided any sort of routine, at the slightest excuse. She announced in
her usual self-important tone. "I've got to get out of here. I've got an important
Drug Bust. It'll make headlines! This is really big!" As Solargirl flew out the
window, even her toadies glanced at one another, and winked sarcastically. They all knew
Solargirl's grandiloquent, self-serving pronouncements never seemed to pan out.
When she was safely out of earshot, She-Goblin whispered to Lizard Woman. "She's
so full of bull, she should run for Congress!"
As the others wandered off, Crimson Marvel sought Silver Victory and grasped
her hand "Oh Silver Victory! Thank you for sponsoring me! I'll do my best to make
sure you're never sorry!"
Silver Victory looked into the girl's forthright, blue eyes, so serious for once, and
was certain she'd never regret it. "Oh I've always wished for a daughter like her!"
Silver Victory thought. Then, she immediately had a gloomy afterthought. "Thank the
Goddess, I don't have a daughter. Any decent girl would be ashamed to have
me for a mother!"
Crimson Marvel said in a confidential voice. "I heard about a real drug buy that's
going on this morning. I thought maybe I'd drop by. I'd really appreciate it, if you
had time to come along. There's so much you could teach me. Last night I almost
got into real trouble. If it hadn't been for Pe... , for that policeman, I might have
been a different kind of headline this morning."
Silver Victory began to ruefully refuse, but there was something about the younger
woman's enthusiasm and modesty, that was impossible to resist. "O. K.! Let's do it!"
She answered impulsively. "Oh, can your fly?" She suddenly asked.
"Uh, no!" Crimson Marvel answered.
"That's O. K.!" Silver Victory continued "I can carry you for now, and later maybe
we can do something about making you, airborne." Silver Victory put her arm
around Crimson Marvel's waist, and they flew off from the same window Solargirl
had gone through a few minutes before.
Crimson Marvel directed Silver Victory to a back alley, near her own desolate
tenement. Sure enough, there was a group of men gathered in a corner, exchanging
packages. The two superheroines dropped into their midst. The astonished thugs tried to
run, but Silver Victory and Crimson Marvel rapidly rounded them up, and forced them to
lie face down, in a row. Crimson Marvel put seals on the packages of currency and drugs,
while Silver Victory used her wrist, cellular phone to call the police. When the police
arrived, Silver Victory slipped into a side alley allowing her young protege to take
all the credit. "She deserves it! It was her information and her initiative." Silver
Victory thought, happy to have done something to further law and order, for a change.
When the Police had gone, Silver Victory asked. "How did you know about this?"
Crimson Marvel grinned, and pointed at the grimy window overlooking the alley.
"Oh that's where I live." She said. "They do this here, three times a week. Before I
had super powers, I just had to watch and grit my teeth. I tried calling the Police,
once, but they never showed up."
Silver Victory nodded her head, sadly. "Since Richard, Commissioner Danvers
that is, was elected to Congress, they've sunk as low as the Council."
"Well, I know one honest cop, anyway!" Crimson Marvel said, and Silver Victory
thought she noted a hint of personal pride in the girl's voice. "And as long as
we're in the Council together, we can do something to reform that too!" Crimson
Marvel spoke so fervently, that Silver Victory was ready to believe her, and accept
the younger woman's leadership. She clasped Crimson Marvel's hand and squeezed
it with maternal affection. Then she looked around at the dismal surroundings.
"Oh, My Dear! You can't stay here any longer. There are two vacant bedrooms in
my apartment. You must have one!" She spoke with the regal voice of the gracious, but
imperious, Queen of the Amazons, a voice that brooked no disagreement.
Crimson Marvel didn't know how to refuse. Then she remembered, and hung her
head and stammered "I hate to impose on you Silver Victory, but I had to quit my
job so I could fight crime. I don't have the rent for that place beyond tomorrow,
anyway."
"Good! It's settled then!" Silver Victory said. "You'll stay with me!"
Crimson Marvel obediently packed her few belongings and let Silver Victory fly
her to her apartment to get settled.
In the next few weeks, the news was full of Crimson Marvel. She seemed to be
everywhere, foiling crimes, busting drug dealers and patrolling the streets. Media
pundits once again spoke with respect of the Council of Righteousness. Always
by her side, supporting her, giving her tips, protecting her from her impulsive
rashness, was Silver Victory. Silver Victory was content to stay in the background
and let the younger heroine take the lead. It was enough for her to fight crime
again and regain some of the self-respect the evil Solargirl had stripped from her.
One evening, before they went out on patrol, Silver Victory took out a small
packet "Here, My Dear, a little something to make you even more effective."
When Crimson Marvel unwrapped it, she found an Anti-gravity flying device, similar
to Silver Victory's.
"Oh this is perfect!" Crimson Marvel exclaimed excitedly, and impulsively hugged
the older woman.
"I had it made for Ultrazon, but she disappeared before I had a chance to give it
to her. I always wondered if I'd acted sooner things might have been different?"
Silver Victory went on, sadly. At mention of Ultrazon, Crimson Marvel turned
away a moment and wiped her eyes. Then she turned back, and said in a voice
choked with emotion "It's an honor to wear something you intended for Ultrazon.
I'll treasure it doubly!"
Silver Victory was also nearly overcome by emotion, yet she shrewdly noted
Crimson Marvel's reaction to mention of the missing superheroine. She wisely
said no more about it for then, though.
Now that Crimson Marvel was the darling of the media, it naturally rankled the
jealous Solargirl. She took out her jealous resentment by abusing and demeaning
Silver Victory. Every time Crimson Marvel saw the way Solargirl treated the older
woman, she got angrier. However she controlled her anger until the time was
right.
Finally, she was ready, just in time, because her anger was about to boil over
anyway. She waited until one night she found Solargirl alone in the exercise
room.
"What do you want, Rookie?" Solargirl sneered. "Aren't you out grabbing headlines
as usual? You're certainly a regular little publicity hound!"
"Maybe if you got off your butt, and did a little crime fighting, yourself, for a
change, I wouldn't get all the publicity!" Crimson Marvel retorted. "But I suppose
your syndicate connections wouldn't like that, and might cut down on the bribes, they
pay you!"
"Why you snotty little bitch! Who do you think you're taking to?" Solargirl snarled.
"I'm talking to an arrogant, corrupt slut, who betrayed everything the Council of
Righteousness stands for, that's who!" Crimson Marvel snapped back. "Oh! And
one more thing! I never want to hear you talk disrespectfully to Silver Victory,
again! From now on you will treat her with all the respect she deserves!" Crimson
Marvel's voice was icily imperious as she said it.
Solargirl's mouth dropped open in disbelief "Are you giving me orders?" She
asked in amazement. No one in the Council had questioned her actions for a year.
"Yes, I am!" Crimson Marvel answered proudly. "Someone has to teach you good
manners!"
"O.K., you slimy, little bitch! You've been asking for it! Lets settle who's the boss
once and for all!" Solargirl's voice was almost hysterical with anger.
"Fine with me!" Crimson Marvel replied evenly.
Solargirl didn't wait for any further formalities. Without warning, she hurled
herself at Crimson Marvel. Though considerably smaller than the girl in red, her
momentum bowled Crimson Marvel over. Solargirl landed atop her foe, and her
fists exploded against Crimson Marvel's face, a left to the cheek and a right
uppercut to the chin. Crimson Marvel's eyes glazed. In her crime-fighting forays,
she had taken many punches, some to the face, but nobody ever hit her anywhere near
as hard as Solargirl just did. As Solargirl perched on the dazed girl's chest, she
reached behind her and pulled the crotch snaps of Crimson Marvel's leotard open. Through
the thin nylon of her red pantyhose, Solargirl's claws snapped shut on Crimson Marvel's pussy.
"Aaghh, you Bitch!" Crimson Marvel screamed, unprepared for such savagery. She'd never
fought another superpowered girl, and the vicious Solargirl fought really dirty. Solargirl
rose to her feet, taking care to retain her vicious grip on Crimson Marvel's privates. When
she was on her feet, she grabbed Crimson Marvel's big, right boob with her other hand and
lifted the screaming girl into the air by the vicious, double hold. She smashed Crimson Marvel
down across her knee. For a moment, Crimson Marvel feared Solargirl had broken her back. There
were tears in her eyes, and her head was swimming.
Still gripping Crimson Marvel's pussy and boob, Solargirl lifted the valiant girl in red
over her head, and threw her against the concrete wall. Crimson Marvel slid down the wall
almost unconscious. Before she could retreat, Solargirl's boot crashed into her jaw. She was
still awake, but couldn't seem to move. Solargirl reached down and rolled Crimson Marvel's
pantyhose down her legs, locking them around her knees. Crimson Marvel was too dizzy to use
her incredible strength to break free.
Solargirl rolled Crimson Marvel's leotard up her fantastic torso, until she exposed the huge
girlish breasts. Standing up again, she kicked Crimson Marvel in the crotch and then in each
breast. Crimson Marvel was sobbing in pain, but she was no quitter. She suddenly rolled at
Solargirl, her strong body catching the other girl across the ankles and upsetting her.
Gasping for breath, with tears running down her face, Crimson Marvel kicked off
her sneakers, and slid her hampering pantyhose off, then stumbled to her feet.
Solargirl jumped up even quicker, and was waiting for the scarlet clad maiden to
rise. As Crimson Marvel was almost on her feet, Solargirl launched a kick at her
jaw. Crimson Marvel dodged just enough that Solargirl's weighted toe only grazed
her jaw. Crimson Marvel grabbed Solargirl's ankle upraised ankle and with a
quick twist, tossed the mighty Solarian girl on her face.
Furious at the dirty tactics Solargirl had used against her, Crimson Marvel jumped in
the air and came down, feet first, on Solargirl's spine. Luckily for Solargirl, Crimson
Marvel's feet were bare, but the scarlet wonder's maneuver still hurt. Crimson Marvel grabbed
a handful of garish, blond curls and hauled the other girl to her feet, sinking a solid right
fist into her belly as she did. Solargirl gulped for air; finding Crimson Marvel's punches
harder than a mule's kick.
Crimson Marvel hit Solargirl again, her hard fist smashing the blond's nose. The
smaller girl screamed, as blood spurted from her nostrils. In righteous rage, Crimson Marvel
thrilled at the pain echoing in the nasty little slut's voice. "Bitch deserves everything she
gets!" Crimson Marvel muttered, and hit Solargirl again, a right hook that spun her in a half
circle. The next punch speared into Solargirl's side. Now, almost recovered from Solargirl's
earlier punishment, Crimson Marvel smashed her fists into the stumbling blond, battering her
backward. Crimson Marvel's arms moved with the speed of a whirlwind, but also with artful
accuracy, reflecting the boxing and karate lessons Pete had convinced her to take. She
pounded the smaller girl back against the wall.
Solargirl's face was bloody from her nose, from a cut lip and from another cut over her
eye. In her encounters with Silver Victory, she had taken punishment, but that was
nothing to what Crimson Marvel, hardened on the streets and alleys of the big
city, could dish out. Previously invulnerable to most attacks, the young bully never
dreamed anyone could hurt her so badly. She wasn't used to pain and it scared
her.
"No, no! Please!" Solargirl whimpered, but Crimson Marvel was beyond mercy. She
pounded Solargirl to her knees, then slammed her knee into Solargirl's face,
knocking her over on her back. The scarlet wonder jumped on top of Solargirl,and without
pausing, battered her face back and forth, until Solargirl screamed. "I give! I give!
Leave me alone! Please, stop it!"
Silver Victory heard the noise of the battle at her menial little desk at the door of
her former office. "Oh Dear Goddess, not Crimson Marvel. Oh, please, don't let
that bitch hurt her!" When she rushed into the gym her terror turned to relief, then
elation. Her heart leaped with a joy she hadn't known in a year, for the slim
scarlet clad girl perched victoriously atop Solargirl.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Silver Victory said.
Crimson Marvel looked up grinning "Oh no, we're just about finished! Solargirl is on
her way to the D.A.'s Office to explain some very peculiar financial transactions for a
superheroine. And you and I have a lot of plans to make!"
Crimson Marvel got off the defeated Solargirl, and turned to Silver Victory. Silver
Victory hugged her young friend in jubilation. "Oh I was so worried! I didn't know
what that bitch would do to you. I should have had more faith in you! You're the toughest
one of all of us!" She whispered in admiration.
Solargirl sat up. She touched her bruised battered face in horrified disbelief at the
pain. "Send me to the D. A.? Who does that nasty, little, upstart bitch think she is?"
Solargirl fumed silently, but the thought of Police interrogation sobered her. Solargirl
was basically a lazy slut, and secure in the knowledge that neither the Council nor the
police dared threaten her, she'd taken few precautions to cover her tracks. Now that slop-
piness was about to catch up with her.
"I've got to get out of here!" Solargirl thought in alarm. "Maybe Asp and Lilith can
help me!" Seeing that Crimson Marvel was preoccupied, talking to Silver Victory,
Solargirl jumped up and ran frantically to the window. The window was shut, but
in her panic, Solargirl didn't stop to open it. She leaped through it in a shower of
breaking glass. The terrified super villainess flew off, as swiftly as her formidable
powers of flight would carry her.
Crimson Marvel and Silver Victory ran to the window. "It's no use chasing her.
She's the fastest flier in the Council! So much ability perverted and gone to
waste!" Silver Victory said ruefully. "We'll have to catch up with her later."
"She'll fly straight to Asp!" Crimson Marvel said "Now that they know they can't
control the Council any more, we've got to rescue Ultrazon and Bight Angel, or
there's no telling what they'll do to them!"
"Do you know where they are?" Silver Victory asked in amazement and sudden
hope.
"Yes I do!" Crimson Marvel told Silver Victory. Then, in a voice that, for some
reason, choked a little every few sentence, Crimson Marvel told Silver Victory the
story of the defeat and enslavement of Ultrazon and Bright Angel by Asp and
Lilith.
Surprisingly, Silver Victory didn't ask the neophyte crimefighter how she knew all this,
but only asked. "How can we rescue them?"
"Well. you know I've got a friend who's a Police Officer." Crimson Marvel replied, blushing
a little as she said "friend." "There are still some honest cops left in the Police Force,
and they have Asp's estate under surveillance. Right now Asp is visiting Lilith. She
didn't take Ultrazon with her when she left, and her own estate isn't very well
guarded. I could get Ultrazon out of there, right now, but for that damn slave collar,
Asp locked around her neck. Even at a distance she could strangle Ultrazon."
"Where did she ever get such a devilish thing?" Silver Victory asked.
"She said it was made for her by one of your Amazons!" Crimson Marvel said in embarrassment
at telling her friend.
"You certainly seem to know an often lot for a rookie crimefighter!" Silver Victory
said with a shrewd and sympathetic smile, but then she continued, ruefully. "Yes
of course that renegade Vilina was in prison at the same time as Irene Simpson,
who you say is now the Asp. When Vilina was released, I sent her back home to answer for
crimes she committed there. I didn't send her soon enough, I see! Don't worry though, Crimson
Marvel, I can show you how to open that devilish collar easily enough." As Silver Victory
spoke, she took a piece of paper and diagramed the secret release mechanism that would open
the collar.
"Oh you're wonderful!" Crimson Marvel cried and impulsively hugged Silver Victory.
"You're pretty wonderful yourself!" Silver Victory said, and her strong
voice broke a little as she felt a rush of near maternal affection for her slim, young
protegee.
"Getting Bright Angel, is going to be tougher. She's imprisoned at Lilith's place,and all
three of those Bitches will be there now! We'll need Ultrazon to have a fighting chance against
all three of them! Look, I'll go free Mo.... I mean Ultrazon at Asp's hideout! Meet me there
in a half hour, O. K.?"
"I know who you mean, Young Lady, and I hope with all my heart you're successful. I know how
much this means to you. I think from now on you're my heroine!" The older crimefighter said
with emotional admiration. Crimson Marvel looked away in embarrassment.
As she left, Silver Victory called after her Good Luck K-kel....I mean Crimson
Marvel!"
Crimson Marvel paused only long enough to call Pete and tell him where she was
going. Then she went to the open window, and launched herself into the air. She
had quickly mastered the flying device Silver Victory had generously given her,
and she flew like an arrow straight to Asp's estate. Her heart was beating with
excitement. This was the moment she'd anxiously awaited, for almost two years.
Crimson Marvel circled the spacious estate several times, until she was satisfied
none of Asp's flunkies were wandering about the grounds. She flew boldly to the front door
and rang the bell. She recognized the man who answered. His name was Tod Morrison. He'd once
been Irene Simpson's boyfriend. Now he was chief of staff to Irene's alter ego, the Asp.
Seeing the brilliantly costumed, young crimefighter, Tod threw a punch at her. Crimson Marvel
caught his arm in midair and twisted it so hard he went down on one knee with a yell. Just
then, another hood came up behind Crimson Marvel. She didn't give him a chance to attack, but
hit him in the jaw knocking him senseless. She clipped Tod on the chin stunning him, too,
and easily dragged the two huge men toward the basement.
Ultrazon huddled in the corner of her tiny cell. Hearing the commotion upstairs, she began to
tremble in anticipation of another beating. That was Asp's invariable response to any set-
back or mishap. As the cell door opened, Ultrazon shuddered fearfully. She could stoically
withstand pain, but she'd never gotten used to the indignity of being beaten like a dog.
Instead of Asp though, a tall, robust figure in crimson came through the door. She was
effortlessly dragging Asp's two biggest henchmen at her heels.
As Ultrazon stared in amazement, the figure in red said gaily. "Hi! I'm Crimson
Marvel! Let's get that damn collar off you!" She slung the two hoods into the corner. The
confident young woman's voice was youthful, but possessed a rich, mature confidence. Somehow,
Ultrazon found that voice strangely familiar.
"Here let me take that off!" The slim young figure in red seemed so sure of herself
that Ultrazon swiftly obeyed her. In disbelief, Ultrazon watched the young woman
press several tiny studs on the terrible slave collar round her neck, and suddenly
the latch flew open.
"Am I really free?" Ultrazon asked in disbelief. She had almost given up hope of
ever being free again. Tears of gratitude and happiness ran down her beautiful
face.
"You sure are!" Crimson Marvel answered. She took a parcel from the voluminous
pocket of her Utility Vest and handed it to Ultrazon. "Here I brought you a change
of clothes." She said. "That rag definitely isn't you!"
Ultrazon opened the packet. Inside was a new red and gold uniform, the uniform
she had made famous. She looked at her uniform sadly and began to sniffle. "I
don't know if I have the courage to ever wear this again. Asp has done things to
me..." Ultrazon trailed off disconsolately.
"We don't have time to waste!" Crimson Marvel snapped firmly. "Get into that
uniform! I need you! Bright Angel is still a prisoner, and Silver Victory and I can't
fight Lilith, Asp and Solargirl without you! We need you!"
Ultrazon looked at the younger woman uncertainly. "I owe you so much, I can't
refuse you anything, and I want to rescue poor Bright Angel more than anything. I've got
to warn you though I'm not much of a superheroine anymore."
"I know you'll do fine!" The girl said and the confidence in the youthful voice
restored a little of Ultrazon's own self-reliance. She took off the hateful, slatternly
dress, that Asp had made her wear for two years, and began to don her familiar
uniform. As she pulled on her golden thigh-length boots, she began to feel a
renewed determination. Somehow she didn't feel any discomfort dressing in front
of this tall, confident young woman, as she would have in front of a stranger.
As Ultrazon removed her ragged dress, Crimson Marvel couldn't take her eyes from the
hideous, striped scars, some only half-healed, that disfigured the beauty of the older
woman's broad, tapering back and ripe, swelling buttocks. Crimson Marvel brushed tears
from her eyes at that sight.
As Ultrazon finished dressing, and was about to put on her mask, she glanced up
to see Crimson Marvel had removed her own head gear. Crimson Marvel's face was beautiful,
still girlishly young, yet her blue eyes glowed confidently, with dauntless determination
and maturity.
Ultrazon looked hard at the young woman. Then Crimson Marvel grinned. Ultrazon would know
that impish grin anywhere, even on the face of this mature, self-confident young stranger
"Kelly, Kelly! Oh Kelly, it's you! Oh thank God, you're alive. Oh, you wonderful, crazy
girl! I don't know how you did it! Oh you wonderful, wonderful girl!" Ultrazon began to
weep and laugh at the same time, as she threw her arms around her daughter. Crimson Marvel
threw her own arms around her mother's waist and hugged her. Mona noticed Kelly's face was
almost level with her own, and Kelly was squeezing her so hard, she could hardly breath.
"Not so hard!" Mona yelped, as she broke loose a moment, so she could get a good look Kelly.
"Oh Kelly you found the formula, I see!"
"Yeah! It took me almost two years before I could work my way back to your
laboratory and get some. I stole some of Asp's formula too, when I escaped. I
mixed them both together, when I took the injection. I think the mixture of the two,
made me stronger than either of them would have alone."
"Oh Dear God! That was a terrible risk!" Ultrazon exclaimed anxiously. "Have you noticed
any side effects?"
"No, no, Mom I'm fine! It's been two months now, and I still feel great!"
"I hope so!" Her mother said fervently.
"C'mon Mom! We've got to get going! We've got to get Bright Angel before those
three bitches do something worse to her, than they've done already!"
"You're right! Oh that Bitch Lilith has already done so many terrible things to her!"
Ultrazon replied, and pulled her mask over her face. Crimson Marvel pulled on her mask
too, and then put on a bright red crash helmet over it.
As they started to the door, Crimson Marvel chattered excitedly to her mother. "A
friend of mine is waiting for us. He's a Policeman, and found out where Lilith's
hideout is. He's the guy who gave me this helmet, and insisted I wear it. He saw
me get hit with a lead pipe my first night as a crimefighter. I was a little woozy,
and if it wasn't for him, I might have been in real trouble!"
"I never heard my baby gush over a guy like that before." Ultrazon thought. Aloud
she said. "He sounds like a very sensible young man. I'm glad you listened to his
sensible advice."
"Oh Mom!" Crimson Marvel answered.
Just as they got outside, Pete drove up in his own car. Crimson Marvel blushed a
little as she said. "Mom, this is my friend Pete. Pete this is my Mom, Ultrazon!"
"Wow, Ultrazon!" Pete said in awe. "You're Crimson Marvel's mother? No wonder she's
so terrific! You were always my favorite superheroine!"
Ultrazon noticed the way her Kelly took Pete's arm, and the way they looked at
each other. "My little girl's growing up!" She thought wistfully.
Just then Silver Victory flew down from the sky, with a whoosh. As soon as she landed
she cried out in joy, at sight of Ultrazon, and threw her arms around her fellow crimefighter.
"Oh My Dear! Welcome back!" She said, voice husky with emotion. "We really need you.
There'll be three of them up there, and our young friend is still a little impetuous!"
"You know who she is?" Ultrazon asked.
"She's never told me, but I guessed!" Silver Victory answered. "She's so much like you
in so many ways, but a little crazy, the way Kelly always was! It wasn't too hard to
figure out, but I knew she wanted you to be the first to know. You're so lucky to
have a daughter like that! I owe her so much!"
"I know!" Ultrazon answered with a gulp. Then she squared her broad shoulders,and added.
"I guess we better get going. I hate to think of poor Bright Angel alone with them a
second longer than necessary."
"Silver Victory and I can carry you between us, and Pete can take his car. It's only
a few miles and he can get there almost as soon as we can!" Crimson Marvel
said, taking the initiative.
Pete grimaced nervously. "Crim, you be careful!" He said to Crimson Marvel squeezing
her arm.
"I will! I will!" Crimson Marvel answered with casual self-assurance.
As the three superheroines took off, Pete jumped into the car. It was still running
and he floored the accelerator, anxious to get to Lilith's as soon as possible.
As Crimson Marvel, Ultrazon and Silver Victory began to circle for a landing,
sharp-eyed Crimson Marvel cried. "Look! There they are; all three of them!"
Asp spotted the three heroines at the same time "Run!" She yelled to her cohorts,
discretion seeming the better part of valor to the arch criminal.
The three, super-powered criminals scattered in different directions. Lilith
headed for the field in back of the house, where she had concealed a getaway car
for emergencies. Asp bolted toward Lilith's garage where she'd stored her own
car during her visit. As the three Council of Righteousness heroines landed,
Crimson Marvel sped after Lilith, while Ultrazon followed her hated enemy Asp,
toward the garage. Solargirl, somewhat slower witted than her two allies, stood
undecided long enough for Silver Victory to corner her, before she could take to
the air.
As Ultrazon followed Asp into Lilith's large, elaborate garage, Asp jumped into
her large powerful sedan. Before she could start the engine Ultrazon ripped the
door off its hinges. "Get out of there you nasty little bitch! We've got a long score
to settle!" She shouted.
Asp jumped out of the car fuming. "You ruined my new car, you overgrown, blow-
up doll! What's gotten into my little Boobazon? Are you ungrateful for all the
discipline I've given you the last two years? You certainly needed it! You were an
arrogant interfereing busy body before I taught you better! Do you need another lesson?
Maybe a good, old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking?"
"You won't be spanking anyone, Bitch! I'm not wearing you're filthy slave collar
anymore!" Ultrazon cried, but her face flushed in mortification, remembering the
humiliation of those spankings. Asp tossing her over her knee like a naughty little
girl, and blistering her womanly behind with impunity, followed by her own inevitable
weeping pleas for mercy.
"So that interfering Bitch, Crimson Marvel let you loose and took your collar off?
Well you don't scare me, without it! I put it on you once, and I can put it back on you
again!" Asp sneered. Memory of those devastating punishments and Asp's arrogant,
self-confidence took Ultrazon aback. Two years of appalling soul searing subservience
to this little sadist, had left its inevitable mark. Ultrazon shivered in dread.
Asp saw the efect her taunts had on Ultrzon and to emphasize them, she smacked the
robustly built crimefighter across the face. Her super powered slap left the imprint
of her hand on Ultrazon's cheek, and the pain made her eyes water. Ultrazon swung her fist
at the sneering face she'd come to so despise, but after long captivity, she was out of
practice, her fighting skills rusty. Asp ducked the blow and drove a left, then a right
into Ultrazon's belly, knocking the breath out of her, with a loud "OOOf!"
Ultrazon reached for Asp's throat with her left hand, but the crafty blond seized
her wrist and flinging herself backward, planted her foot in Ultrazon's belly. Ultrazon
was leaning forward, off balance, and Asp's maneuver tossed her head over heels. Her
huge, muscular body flipped lengthwise, and she landed with a bone jarring jolt. When
she tried to get up, Asp was already standing over her. Ultrazon raised her left arm to
ward off another attack, but Asp smashed her heel down on Ultrazon's aquiline nose. Blood
spurted from her nostrils and ran down her throat.
Asp leaned over and seized Ultrazon's rich mahogany hair, and dragged Ultrazon
to a sitting position, then hauled her to her feet. Ultrazon struggled to twist around
to rend her hated foe. Asp released her hair, letting the furious crimefighter spin
around. Asp had planned the move carefully, and was ready. Her hard super
powered fist hit Ultrazon's jaw with stunning force. Gurgling in pain, Ultrazon saw
stars and stumbled backward, long, powerful legs wobbling. Asp's next punch connected
with Ultrazon's chin, and knocked the big heroine on her behind.
"See you're back on the floor, already, you pumpkin-titted has-been!" Asp
smirked.
Ultrazon felt the room spinning around as she tried to get up. Try as she might,
she couldn't rise. "Noo! Oooh not again!" She almost wept, in despair.
Asp kicked the groggy superheroine over on her back, and dropped on top of
Ultrazon's splendid bosom. Her weight, partially, but not quite flattened the
marvelous, satin-covered breasts. Her knees pinned Ultrazon's arms securely to
the floor, and she squeezed her thighs around Ultrazon's face, almost engulfing
Ultrazon's beautiful face in her sweaty, leather-clad crotch. Her hands free, she
could chafe, and torment Ultrazon's beautiful, anguished face, with impunity.
"See! I don't need that collar to keep my little pony-girl, suck-slave under control!"
Asp chortled. "Look at you, flat on your back with your nose buried in my crotch,
just as usual!" Ultrazon's formidable, gold booted legs kicked futilely, as Asp
tormented her. The thought of returning to Asp's unendurable bondage terrified
Ultrazon, but hard as she struggled, she couldn't throw the gloating criminal off of
her.
"That snotty bitch Crimson Marvel will be getting hers from Liltith, right about now.
Maybe next time we'll team you up in tandem, behind the sulkie. That is, of
course, if Lilith doesn't find a high enough bidder for the bitch's services. The
red-suited slut's already made quite a name for herself, and we've had some tempting
offers for her." The thought of her daughter brutalized, and reduced to a slavery as
horrifying as her own, galvanized Ultrazon.
"NO! NO! NOT KELLY!" The thought was so terrifying, Ultrazon almost leaped off the
floor, upsetting Asp as she did. On her feet a split second before the tiny dominatrix,
Ultrazon's foot lashed out and connected with Asp's jaw, sending the villainess
spinning. Ultrazon flung herself at Asp. Hauling her to her feet with her left hand,
she drove her powerful right fist into Asp's chin. The smaller woman went limp. Ultrazon
hit her twice more to be sure. Feeling her fist crunch against that hateful face was too
much for Ultrazon. She could think of nothing, but paying Asp back for what seemed an
eternity of horrifying abuse. She couldn't stop herself. Her mind was a scarlet haze,
as she pounded the already beaten woman's face to jelly
Asp was moaning pleas for mercy, but Ultrazon didn't even hear them. Then she
heard Silver Victory's voice. "Ultrazon, stop! Mona, Mona! Stop! Stop! You'll kill her!"
Ultrazon went limp, her anger spent. When she let her drop, Asp fell unconscious. Ultrazon
looked up and saw Silver Victory dragging Solargirl by the scruff of the neck. The renegade,
blond crimefighter looked in worse shape than Asp. "I guess I got a little carried away, too!"
Silver Victory admitted with a rueful grin, as Ultrazon inspected her captive. "All though,
to be fair, some of this is your daughter's handiwork from this morning. It was Crimson
Marvel who gave her the black eye."
"Let's get these two trussed up, so they can't make any more trouble, and then find
Crimson Marvel!" Silver Victory added. "I adjusted this collar, so Asp can't open
it. I'll put it on her, while you put those solarion cuffs on Solargirl. It was certainly
nice of her chum, Asp, to make them up in case they had a falling out."
"Yes, yes, but hurry!" Ultrazon said urgently. "Lilith is a devil. You don't know the
horrible things she did to Bright Angel! I'm worried sick about Kelly out there alone
with her!"
When Crimson Marvel saw Lilith running toward the field in back of the house, she sped
after her. The younger, fleeter girl soon caught up with the vicious devil-woman. She
grabbed Lilith's arm and spun her around. The evil, black-haired witch countered with
a straight-fingered, karate jab to Crimson Marvel's lower mid-section. Crimson Marvel
stumbled backward. Lilith seized her around the waist, and drove upward thumping her
hard head into Crimson Marvel's chin. The beautiful heroine in scarlet, went weak in the
knees. Lilith snapped her arms tighter almost cracking Crimson Marvel's spine. Crimson Marvel
whimpered in pain, as Lilith tuned her loose.
Crimson Marvel tottered away from Lilith, her legs rubbery. Lilith spun in a head-high,
karate kick, that struck Crimson Marvel's face with stunning force. The kick
knocked Crimson Marvel off her feet and somersaulted her across the lawn.
Crimson Marvel was still on her hands and knees, trying to get up, when two
more kicks struck her in the ribs and belly, flipping her over on her back. Then Lilith
was on her, like a ravening she-beast.
Lilith pinned Crimson Marvel down flat on the ground, and wrapped her long
deadly hands around the brown haired girl's neck. Crimson Marvel grasped at Lilith's
wrists, but she couldn't tear those deadly claws loose.
Pete drove up just in time to see Lilith knock Crimson Marvel off her feet. Seeing
Crimson Marvel's dire straits, he drove the car around the house and into the
field. As Crimson Marvel was beginning to black out, Pete jumped out of the car. He
knew it was no time to be chivalrous. He picked up a rock, and hit Lilith in the
head. She turned around in surprise. The blow, evidently, had no effect on
her, but it had considerably annoyed her.
Lilith leaped off Crimson Marvel. With a sound somewhere between a cat's growl
and a snake's hiss, she snarled. "I don't like interfering mortals, Little Man!" She
grabbed Pete by the neck. Pete gurgled as the incredibly powerful woman almost
broke his neck.
Pete's interruption gave Crimson Marvel the few moments she needed to recover.
She leaped to her feet and went for Lilith. Her hard, left fist cracked
against Lilith's jaw. Then, her right fist landed on Lilith's chin. Lilith stumbled
backward in a daze. Quick as a cat, Crimson Marvel followed, throwing a series
of one-two combos that knocked Lilith back and forth. The evil villainess couldn't
get her bearings, Crimson Marvel's punches were coming so quick and hard. She
stumbled and fell face first into Crimson Marvel's haymaker. The final punch
lifted Lilith off her feet and catapulted her over backward. When the fallen
villainess tried to raise her head off the ground, Crimson Marvel's foot struck her
chin with the force of a wrecking ball. Ultrazon and Silver Victory arrived just in
time to see Crimson Marvel triumph over the detestable Lilith.
In the next weeks, the revitalized Council of Righteousness began to loosen the
terrible grip of crime and corruption from the throat of Capital City. Lilith, Asp and
Solargirl were indicted for various crimes, including bribery of Police officials.
Under Silver Victory's renewed leadership all of the members of the Council were
performing amazing deeds every day, on a crusade to rid the City of crime. Even
Solargirl's former toadies were inspired to do their part. She-Goblin had just foiled
a daring bank robbery the day before, and Lizard Woman was patrolling the streets of
Capital City up to eighteen hours a day.
Evidence of the deep corruption in the Police Force had resulted in a public outcry,
and after a shake up, the force had recovered some of its efficiency. Pete and his
comrades who had always remained honest took a prominent part in returning the force
to its duty.
In the Council room, Crimson Marvel was telling Silver Victory and her mother. "I
visited Bright Angel in the convent yesterday. She seems to be getting a little
better, but she broke down and cried when she saw me. It was terrible seeing her
that way. I'm afraid it will be years before she's fully recovered."
Then Crimson Marvel added "I've got some more news for you, too. I thought I'd go back to
college. Pete is going to Capital City University Law School, nights. I want to be a
school girl again, for a couple of year. If enroll there, though, I'll still be nearby
if you need me. I'm trying to talk Pete into an injection of the combined formula so we can
have three superheros in the family."
"In the family, huh?" Ultrazon grinned and winked at Silver Victory.
The End