WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity, f/m rape and other non-consensual sexual acts, and perversions. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

The Dynamic Duo's Bondage Peril.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)


On an ultra-secluded, private beach, adjoining, and a part of the grounds of stately Wade Manor, Gotham's most feared crimefighter prepared for a bracing, dawn swim before dressing to assume his day's duties as CEO of Wade Industries. Despite his demanding daytime schedule, he had just spent a long night fighting crime in the great city. Usually assisted by his youthful partner, that night he had acted alone. Dick, his partner in crimefighting, as well as his nineteen year old ward in private life had gone out on a date.

As he undressed, the older crimefighter chuckled. "Ho, ho! The young scamp! Said she's a really hot redhead! Met her in one of his college classes! Her only living relative is an aunt, here in the City, who had her educated in the Far East! Well I hope Dick remembers all he's been taught! Abstinence is always the best policy!"



As the fatigued crimefighter stripped off his costume, he was unaware of a slim figure, concealed behind the rocks, appreciatively ogling his mighty, male physique.

"Yeah! Aunt Ivy said he was a real hunk!"


When the powerfully built, nude male emerged from the bracing waves, he was astonished to find a naked, young woman standing on his private beach, blocking his path.

"Great Scott! There's a naked woman on the beach! What are young people coming to? Thankfully, Dick has always had a decent sense of decorum! Wonder, did she see me in my costume? That could be trouble!" Worried he glanced at the rocks where he concealed his uniform, but they appeared undisturbed.

The naked crimefighter turned away to partially conceal his own nudity; the girl, on the other hand made no effort to conceal her own naked body, but rather seemed to flaunt it, shamelessly.

"Brazen Hussy!" The strait-laced crimefighter concluded.

As Wade, his face pink with embarrassment, turned his head to order the unwelcome female off the beach, he couldn't help noticing over his shoulder, that the shapely redhead was quite attractive, and strongly put together, although hardly an inch over five feet tall. He snapped unequivocally over his shoulder.

"Really Miss! You must leave this beach! It's private property! There's a high fence, and numerous signs posted! Please find your clothes and go, immediately!"

"Yeah, who's gonna make me, Wimp?" The girl sneered with defiant impudence.

Neither in the guise of feared crimefighter, nor as Gotham's wealthiest citizen, was this powerful man used to insolence. Really that was too much! Disregarding his own naked state, the huge crimefighter turned, and grasped the diminutive girl by the shoulder, to propel her off the property.

Instead of docilely allowing herself to be coerced, the girl shook off the man's hand, and punched him in the gut.




Despite his long experience, and fearsome skills in combat, the huge crimefighter was taken off-guard, scarcely expecting such a reaction from a young girl. The low blow momentarily took his breath away. The girl swiftly demonstrated the painful punch was no fluke, but that she was an accomplished martial artist, herself. She leaped into the air, and struck her male foe on the chin with a powerful flying kick. He had rarely in his career been struck with such force, and the kick came close to knocking him cold.


With another leap, the girl kicked the huge male in the side of the face, nearly taking his head off in the process.



As the normally invincible crimefighter stumbled woozily, his diminutive foe assumed a fierce Karate stance.


From the martial stance, the tiny girl struck again, slamming her foot into the side of the disoriented male's right leg. It was a kick intended to cripple an opponent.
The deadly girl noted in satisfaction, that though she had not broken her foe's leg, it was no doubt numb to the hip, and would not support his huge body for some minutes to come. Moreover, he was moaning in pain, and his eyes were blearily unfocused.



Before her partially disabled foe could recover, his fierce girlish adversary struck again. Another flying kick struck his jaw with explosive force.


Another flying kick drove deep into the powerful crimefighter's lower belly. An inch lower, the kick might have castrated him.


Groggily nursing his wounded belly, the man looked up, in time to see the girl flying directly at him again. He involuntarily cried out in alarm.


Precariously balanced on one shaky leg, there was no chance of avoiding the kick. It struck directly in the chest, and his heart nearly stopped beating, as he sprawled full-length on the sand.


His glazed eyes were open, but the indomitable crimefighter was scarcely conscious. Naked, his mighty form had never been so vulnerable in all his distinguished career. His crafty adversary wasn't one to waste such an opportunity. She leaped again, her foot aimed directly at his belly.


The mysterious, young, redhead was obviously bent on the total destruction of the dynamic male icon of justice, and like an avenging fury, buried her foot in his gut, her terrific momentum magnifying the deadly impact of her tiny body.


The girl alit gracefully, as her loudly groaning foe writhed helplessly, in horrible agony.


Despite his painful injuries, the dynamic crimefighter struggled to rise, but the tiny redhead effortlessly pinned his huge muscular body to the sand. He was already so badly injured, it was doubtful he could have risen, in any event. Trodden underfoot! A tiny girl sneeringly pinning him with just one foot; it was a mortifying situation for a powerful male, long accustomed to martial supremacy, in any contest.


A moment later Gotham's mightiest crimefighter found himself restrained even more ignominiously, victim of a triumphant, schoolgirl pin. The girl's small, dimpled knees pressed his huge muscular arms to the ground with immovable force, her lush young buttocks crushed his aching chest, like two sand bags, her girlish pudenda poised threatening above his face. It was a proud, forceful male's worst nightmare.

The hampered crimefighter struggled frantically to escape this hateful, unendurable nightmare. His arms strained against shapely, little legs to no avail, his legs thrashed furiously and uselessly. When he tried to arch up, his bruised body trembled in impotent anguish. The grinning girl skillfully, and humiliatingly, rode down the man's every frenzied, desperate contortion with contemptuous ease, laughing at his helplessness. As in a nightmare, there was no escape, and at last, that huge, herculean body shuddered and grew limp, in exhaustion. In galling realization that he was hopelessly trapped by intimidating feminine power, his eyes fell on those hard little fists, cocked threatening above his face, fists he already knew, inflicted incredible pain. Helpless, he gulped in apprehension.
The awful threat of those intimidating fists became reality.



Hard fists driven by relentless force crashed into the trapped victim's face, until he nearly lost consciousness. The terror of the underworld bawled in pain at each blow.


At last when he was mewling pitifully, looking up at her with frightened eyes, the devilish girl rose from her anguished foe, snickering in derision.

 No! NO! This couldn't be! He never lost a fight in his life! How could a tiny, young girl...

 NO! He would leap to his feet, and...



Before the groaning male could dynamically leap to his feet, and teach the brazen, young interloper a well-deserved lesson, the bold redhead forestalled him. She seized him around the waist, and hauled the fallen hero erect, with a crushing grip on his middle, already sickeningly bruised by her punches and kicks.


Pound for pound, the tiny female was strong as a tigress. Suddenly caught from behind, before he could rise, the mighty male was effortlessly lifted, and suspended helplessly in midair, by slim girlish arms, that remorselessly crushed his massive, ridged middle. Soft, girlish breasts thrust assertively, nay dominantly, against his broad back.

SHE was controlling HIM!

The preeminent Alpha Male of Gotham yield to the control of another?

Yield to the control of A GIRL?

NEVER!

The huge muscular male hero, burned with the frantic need to escape that intolerable, dominant grip.


Wailing in pain and alarm, the huge hero struggled in a frenzy, to escape the devilish feminine trap.



He was trapped in another horrible nightmare! Despite the frantic exertions of his incredibly powerful, male physique, the huge crimefighter couldn't escape the small girl's unyielding grip. Those slim, wiry arms crushed the breath out of his lungs, cut into his ridged abdomen like steel cables, and inflicted awful pain to his battered midsection.

NO! NO! NEVER! But it was true! He was HELPLESS!

Made helpless...by a...by a...GIRL?

But he was...

NO! This can't be! This MUSTN'T be!

An alarming, new experience for an invincible, male champion, who never knew defeat!

Gotham's invincible hero experienced a horrifying, unfamiliar dread, that was near panic!



 

CAN'T BREATH!

Must escape!

MUST!

She's a demon!


There WAS NO escape!


Who could believe a tiny girl could not just withstand the fury of such an incredibly formidable foe, but torturously imprison his powerful body within her slender arms?

Yet, diabolical girlish power overmastered that magnificently-muscled, male body.


Gasping for breath, his lungs afire, the world grew dark and blurry, only the unendurable agony was real.

The girl gritted her teeth and squeezed even harder, perhaps just to make sure, perhaps just for the fun of it.

The overwhelmed hero's loud cries died to mewling whimpers. He slumped forward, and dangled  lifelessly, in the slim, young girl's deadly arms.

YES! YES! Grinning like a sadistic cat, the girl felt her prey sag in her arms.

He was HERS!

NOW!

With a graceful heave, the diabolical redhead, hoisted the huge crimefighter, certainly twice her size, into the air and bent him across her shoulder. He shrieked in alarm, as he came to his senses in excruciating pain.



The sadistic, heartless vixen, bent the shrieking crimefighter's huge, naked body, across her shoulder until his unnaturally contorted back nearly broke. She controlled him, with that now, all too familiar, grip of steel. He struggled madly to escape, legs kicking wildly, arms flailing uselessly. The girl grinned, enjoying the sound of her mighty foe's bloodcurdling screams of agony.
When the dominant, young redhead sadistically enjoyed the man's fearful screams for what seemed an impossible eternity of suffering, she flung him backward, not just upending him, but somersaulting him through the air, in the process.


The huge crimefighter slammed into the sand, with a cry of anguished shock.


This time the girl made no move to attack her injured, fallen foe, but let him lie moaning at her feet  for some seconds, as he painfully began to stir.  She watched patiently, a half smile on her lips, as he dragged himself to his knees, as though in slow motion. In arrogant confidence, she stood motionless, a cat in wait, verbally taunting him, sneeringly daring him to face her again. Stung by the vicious girl's contemptuous derision, hardly able to forget that it was a tiny female who had done this awful thing to him, the injured hero finally stumbled wearily to his feet.


Once the battered, abused male did make it to his feet, he found it nearly impossible to stand, one leg was badly injured, and the other trembled nearly uncontrollably. It was an effort to even raise his mighty arms into some semblance of a fighting stance. Yet, Gotham's indomitable Idol still vowed retaliation, in a choked, painful wheeze.



The red-haired virago, snickered, as she carelessly smashed a left uppercut past her foe's trembling arms. Her fist struck his Adam's apple directly under the chin, snapping his head back, twisting his body.


Somehow, the battered crimefighter managed to swing his own left arm at the girl's grinning, impudent face. How he hated that sneer! He still seemed to be moving in slow motion, and the smirking girl easily ducked below it.


From her crouch, the girl returned the punch, not unexpectedly, she didn't miss. Her deadly fist drilled into the trembling man's solar plexus, driving his huge body up on his toes.


The girl seemed to pause, as though daring her foe to try and hit her. His eyes nearly closed by pain, the rugged crimefighter swung again, with the same, by now, predictable lack of success.


Once again, the young redhead's counter punch was unerringly accurate, as she again cut the big man down to her size, with a relentless blow to his belly, that doubled him over, in terrible agony.


This time, there was no pause to allow the groaning man to throw a counter punch. The girl instantly struck with a right hay-maker to his jaw. It was a finisher. The, until now, invincible terror of the underworld, folded up, and began to fall.


Even as the huge, male crimefighter slumped and sagged powerlessly to the ground, the vicious, young redhead continued to batter him with sadistic glee, harrying him mercilessly as he went down.


The merciless girl looked down at the beaten male, admiring her handiwork. She placed her foot on his neck in triumph. Defeating a seemingly unbeatable male foe always gave the girl an erotic thrill, especially when he was physically attractive. Her eyes glanced at the man's penis, still amazed at it's impressive, potent size, eying it hungrily. Why not? He belonged to HER, now! It was the law of the jungle, the only law Ariel observed!


The mighty crimefighter slowly came to his senses, to the humiliating realization that he had been beaten senseless, for the first time in his career, and by a small, teen-aged GIRL, at that. Worse, the vicious teen was poised above him, hungrily eying his engorged shaft, which had unaccountably stiffened as he woke. She was reaching threateningly for it. He wailed fearfully in protest, tried to rise, but his battered, male body only trembled, helplessly.


How DARE he? Ariel was determined to have her way with the huge, handsome crimefighter, and dealt swiftly with his shocked protest.


His huge muscles turned to jelly, by the merciless beating, the hard slap, was enough to still his resentful struggles, and the predatory, young female painfully, possessively gripped her abused male victim's throbbing penis.  He wailed in resentful terror.


The huge male writhed desperately, vainly trying to preserve his crimefighter's honor and virtue. It was no use! He was too badly weakened to prevent the masterful teen from forcibly mounting him, and claiming his massive rod, as her illicit spoils of victory.


Trembling in anguish, at this shameful violation, but intimidated by the fierce redhead's cruel threats to his manhood, the defeated hero, felt his massive cock swallowed by the girl's eager pussy. His shame was too awful to bear! How could a mere girl rape a male hero against his will?


Ravishing the mighty male, as though HE were the helpless, victimized girl, Ariel triumphantly rode him to an ecstatic orgasm.


Having beaten her foe senseless, and then forcefully used him against his will to satisfy her victorious lust, the triumphant redhead proceeded to bind her victim's battered body in stringent, humiliating bondage, using high tech cord, ironically taken from his own famous utility belt.

The girl's brutal beating, and forceful rape, had disastrously weakened the mighty male. As she grabbed his arms, the helpless hero struggled feebly to escape. The girl laughed contemptuously, and twisted his huge arms behind his back, as though he was a child.

No! No! He felt the unbreakable cord tighten around his wrists, locking his arms painfully in place.

Now, he was truly helpless! 

There was no hope of escape, but the girl didn't stop, there. She intended to totally humiliate the proud male hero, to emphasize that he was nothing but her helpless toy.

"Sick of listening to your girlie whining! Men should be used, and not heard!" The girl snickered, as she thrust a ball gag in the bound man's mouth, and tied it tightly around his neck.

The girl leisurely, but expertly, completed the stringent, painful bondage. The helpless man whimpered in pain at his cruel assailant's rough handling, of his herculean body, and she  laughed at his muffled moans.



Moments later, Gotham's greatest hero, now, no more than a beaten, intimidated rape victim, lay at his girlish conqueror's feet, trussed like a capon in inescapable, humiliating bondage.
With incredible ease, the tiny girl hoisted her huge prize on her shoulder, and carried him off into captivity, in a seemingly bizarre role reversal of the Rape of the Sabine Women.


Beneath Wade Manor, there conveniently existed a large natural cave, long known only to the rightful owners of the property. Until today, it was the secret, crimefighting headquarters, of Gotham's two most admired defenders. Today it would become a terrifying den of horrors for those same once invincible heroes. Inside the cave, another securely trussed, humiliated male waited in hopes of liberation. His hopes were dashed, when Ariel triumphantly strode into the cave, bearing her helpless prize on her shoulders.


The evening before, Bruce Wade's young ward, Dick, went on his first date with his beautiful red-haired college classmate, Ariel. Dinner at an exclusive restaurant was rudely interrupted by several masked, holdup men. Dick quietly slipped away to the rest room, and swiftly donned his well known crimefighting uniform. At the same time, Ariel slipped into the ladies rest room, on a similar errand. When Dick emerged moments later, instead of the armed robbers, who had unaccountably disappeared, he was seized from behind by a slim, girlish arm, of incredible strength.



The young crimefighter, acknowledged by all, as the second most accomplished martial artist in Gotham, found himself matched against a foe, at least his equal in skill. He struggled manfully, but couldn't escape the horrifying sleeper hold, applied by a tiny, red haired, masked young woman, who giggled girlishly, as she swiftly disabled her much larger, male foe.


Moments later, the restaurant patrons, already in shock at the aborted holdup, were astounded to see a tiny, masked female, in bizarre costume, nonchalantly carry the unconscious body of Gotham's second greatest hero, out a side door, easily balanced on her slim shoulder.  



An hour later, Dick awoke, and found himself securely bound to a chair, inside the familiar subterranean retreat. Most of his famous uniform lay on the floor at his feet. There was no one else in the cave, and he struggled to escape, but he was expertly trussed up, by the cord from his own utility belt. After several hours of futile struggle, he found escape was impossible.

"Wonder why she brought me here? How could she even know the cave was here! No one but Bruce and I ever knew it even exists! Well at least in here, Bruce will find me! Oh Gee! That's going to be really embarrassing, especially, if I have to admit, a GIRL did this to me!"

As it turned out, the senior member of the renowned crime-fighting duo, had obviously not presented a significantly greater challenge to the dynamic, young villainess, than had his young partner.

The young villainess set her hampered, new captive down on his knees, displaying him like a trophy, to his bound, young partner. Then, chortling gleefully, she temporarily draped his world famous cowl and cape on his head and shoulders, to emphasize his humiliation.


Seeing his idol and role model in this disgraceful predicament, sent a horrible, stomach-churning shock through the indomitable crusader's, impressionable, young ward, and crimefighting protege. It was horrible enough that the evil duplicitous girl had betrayed his trust and captured him! But HOW could a mere GIRL do this to the world's greatest crimefighter?



Would young Dick see even worse humiliations befall his idol?

The grinning, young redhead removed the gag from the mouths of both beaten, bound crimefighters, though leaving the rest of their stringent bondage in place.

"Think I'm going to have breakfast! You two bimbos can compare notes, about how one little girl beat the crap out of both of you 'mighty' males! Hee, hee!"

When Ariel left the once invincible duo alone, neither could look at the other, but silently averted their eyes in mortification.

A half hour later Ariel returned.

"Oh yeah! Almost forgot! That paper Aunt Ivy wants signed! Guess I'll have to untie you for that!"

Ariel swiftly released the two crimefighters from their fetters. Then, she arrogantly, somewhat carelessly, turned her back, about to retrieve something from her bag.

Seeing their chance, the two crimefighters accustomed to work as a team, both had the same thought. As one, they rushed at the girl's carelessly turned back.
 


Suddenly aware of her danger, Ariel whirled, and with lightening speed, quickly, but effectively, incapacitated her larger, more dangerous prisoner. Normally, Ariel did not resort to attacking a male foe in the crotch. Not that she had any ethical qualms, or illusions about fair play. As she had amply demonstrated, it was scarcely necessary, and in her arrogance, she much preferred the thrill of defeating her foes with skill alone. They were always so much more humiliated, when the only explanation for a disastrous defeat by a tiny female, was that a girl was the better 'man'. This was an emergency though; two opponents were treacherously attacking her at once, and from behind. Even as she disabled the senior crimefighter, she contemptuously swatted his young partner aside, as he sought to grab her.



Ariel then dealt with the lesser threat in a more leisurely fashion. As his formidable mentor crouched on the floor in helpless agony, the redhead grabbed the unfortunate young Dick by the ears, and drove her knee into his muscular gut.


A moment later, both crimefighters crouched at the girls' feet, whimpering and groaning, unable to move. NOW, Ariel resolved, they would pay!


In college classes, Ariel, in the role of a coy, timid maiden, artfully led young Dick on, batting her long eyelashes, up at him, as she, admired his manly physique, asked for his help in class assignments, pleaded with him to walk her home after dark to protect her from harm. Easily wrapping him around her little finger, he was soon hopelessly enamored. How horrible for a strong, proud, young man to learn that that the admiring, little damsel he adores, is a ruthless harpy, able to effortlessly beat him senseless, whenever she chooses, and then cruelly slap him around until he is in tears. Ah, the artful spider has little sympathy for the foolish fly.

Too overcome by debilitating pain, himself, to go to his aid, Gotham's idolized defender was forced to watch the sadistic brutalization of his young ward, and junior partner.




Sobbing in pain and terror, the young crimefighter desperately cried out to his Guardian to help him, but no help came.




After her emasculating destruction of his young partner, Ariel turned to the senior crimefighter. The tiny girl grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him across the room to where she left her bag of amusing toys.





Ariel rooted around in her bag a moment and then, back turned, donned a leather harness. When she turned back, the horrified Hero of Gotham saw a huge fifteen inch dildo bobbing between her slim, girlish thighs. It took a moment for the full horror of what she intended to dawn.



The evilly giggling girl, pulled the injured crimefighter to his feet, and relentlessly twisted his huge, herculean body around, until the fearsome phallus bobbed against his manly buttocks.






Before his young ward's horrified eyes, Ariel rammed the huge phallus home. The helpless senior crimefighter, Gotham's icon of manliness, shrieked like a violated woman.


The shamefully impaled hero continued shrieking at the awful pain, worse than anything he could  have imagined. Yet, as Ariel rammed her intimidating dildo deep into his innards, in horrible, unnatural violation, the huge, maculinely-muscled crimefighter experienced a horrible, humiliating revelation. His own, large penis sprang to full erection, as soon as the girl's even bigger phallus penetrated his tight, virginal rectum.











The macho crimefighter had received another crushing blow to his manhood. As Ariel triumphantly jerked the dildo from his ravished behind, he slumped to his knees in despairing uncertainty.



Ariel yawned as she replaced the dildo in her bag. "Gee Whiz, I'm tired, been up all night! Aunt Ivy's paper can wait a while! I'm going to get a little shut-eye, first!"

Though tiring, it had been an imminently satisfying night and morning. One tiny girl had defeated, and degraded the crimefighters long thought invincible by all! Ariel swiftly, but expertly rebound the two whimpering prisoners, before retiring.



After a refreshing nap, Ariel proceeded to the next stage of conquest. She again unbound the shamed, senior crimefighter, but his time warily left his young partner bound.

"No interruptions, this time!"

The still throbbing pain in his backside, reminded Gotham's hero of the folly of opposing the tiny, female devil's authority. Trembling apprehensively, but not daring to move, he watched nervously, as Ariel placed several objects on a small desk. Then catching him by the ear, she thrust a paper in his face, and ordered him to sign it.


"Wh-what kind of paper?" Bruce Wade quavered.

Ariel held the paper up, so the trembling man could read it. The legal instrument was a power of attorney, transferring management of the enormous Wade fortune, and control of Wade Industries to Ariel's diabolical Aunt Ivy.
When her captive, indignantly, if nervously, refused to sign the paper, Ariel, still smiling, and humming complacently, turned back to the desk, and laid the paper down beside the waiting pen. In its place, she picked up another object, she'd placed there in readiness. The naked, crimefighter continued to deny that he'd ever sign the odious document, but he watched the girl's every move nervously. Badly intimidated, he still made no move to attack the hellish, young female again, or even dare flee her evil clutches.



Ariel set out to change the reluctant business man's mind.


Grasping his still sore scrotum in a grip of steel, Ariel dragged him by the humiliating grip to a small bench, as he shrieked at the pain, and begged her to let go.



As Ariel prepared to sit down, pulling her screaming victim toward her lap, he noticed for the first time, that the object in her other hand, was a wire bristled, hair brush, and her awful intent dawned on him.



Settling her shapely bottom firmly on the bench, directly opposite his incredulous, sobbing young ward, so Dick had an unobstructed view of his guardian's humiliation, she masterfully hauled the senior crimefighter's huge body, rippling with male muscle across her diminutive lap.


Young Dick sobbed even louder as his erstwhile 'girlfriend' began to spank the man he had so long admired as the epitome of potent, indomitable, male mastery. Oh the humiliation! But Bruce would never...would he?

The epitome of potent, indomitable, male mastery's first loud shriek, as the wiry brush struck his quivering buttock, sounded horribly like that of a frightened, punished, little girl. 



As the frightfully painful spanking continued, the once mighty crimefighter's loud, girlish shrieks increased in intensity. He began to tearfully beg the hellish female to stop.


Girlish shrieks were interspersed, now, with the loud sobs of an abused girl child. Tears overflowed his eyes and ran down his face


Ariel was warming to the task, she found exciting and arousing.


Gotham's once mighty, titanically-muscled, male champion, sobbed loudly in anguish, and piteously begged the cruel young dominatrix for mercy; he would never recover from this awful shame.


Male flesh has its limits, especially when in the clutches of irresistible, feminine dominance.



Her objective achieved, the heartless, little female ended the sobbing male's ordeal, though a little reluctantly.



Proud male ego forever crushed, his hindquarters on fire with searing pain, sobbing like a child, Gotham's Mightiest Male Hero, abjectly signed away all he possessed, in trembling obedience to the tiny girl who had mastered and broken him.


Ariel was throbbing with sexual excitement, after her display of female power. She did enjoy the spice of variety though. Once her older victim signed the paper, she put down her hair brush, and turned back to the junior member of the crimefighting duo, and released him from bondage.

"Strip, Little Birdy! " She peremptorily ordered. "Get your 'panties' off! NOW!"

After seeing Ariel spank his mighty mentor and idol, like a child, and reduce Gotham's mightiest crimefighter to sobbing, cringing subservience, Dick had no heart to disobey the hellish female, himself. With a sullen sob of shame, he obediently removed the last vestige of his once proud uniform.











As Ariel forced his young ward, to provide her sexual gratification, the lad's forlorn guardian watched helplessly. The girl had so crushed and degraded Gotham's Mighty Protector, that he could only watch in horrified despair, too terrified of incurring Ariel's further wrath, to protest or interfere. He gingerly rubbed his smarting backside, the shameful token of his total subjugation.
 


In the next week, while her Aunt Ivy assumed irremediable control of the fabulous Wade Fortune, Ariel efficiently reduced her shamed captives to frightened slaves, incapable of disobedience to her whims. Days of pain and degradation, were broken by nights of hellish, torturous bondage, as the youthful Dominatrix permanently broke the spirit and independent strength of the once indomitable, male crimefighters.












In a few short days, the fierce young villainess irreversibly subdued the captive duo to cowering slaves, hardly more than her fawning lapdogs.






A week later, Ivy called a meeting of the crime bosses of Gotham, of which group, she was a prominent member.

"Oh you'll see!" She told them gaily. "I have a surprise! I'll give you a little hint! Who's the biggest threat to all your little schemes, and at one time or another, put everyone of you behind bars?"

The afternoon of the meeting, after cocktails were served, Ivy rose, and pointed dramatically to a side door.

The door opened, and a tiny red-haired girl, in mask and little else, minced provocatively into the room. A moment later, a male figure stumbled after her. The assemblage gasped in astonished collective shock. The huge Hercules, formidable body rippling with mighty, male muscles was virtually naked, but for the somehow comical remnants of a costume, frighteningly familiar to them all.

None doubted the identity of the dark mysterious figure, who for so long, haunted their nightmares. At first glance the only thought of each was to flee the room in terror, until a second look reassured them.

Though unbound, rather than the menacing figure, they all dreaded, the huge male crimefighter, head bowed in shame was, unquestionably, the cowed, mortified captive of the tiny girl, half his size, who strutted a step ahead of him. Confirming his abject, terrorized status, he winced fearfully, mighty muscles atremble, when the grinning girl turned her amused face towards him. 



Was it true? Had a tiny, teen aged girl done, what none of these evil, feared villains dared dream?

As though in answer to the unspoken question, the slim, young redhead, half turned, and pointed to her shapely behind. As the assembled villains and villainesses of Gotham watched in jeering wonderment, their long time nemesis, obediently sank to his knees, and paid public homage to the ruthless, young fury who defeated and enslaved him. Though his face under his well-known mask, registered shame and horrified disgust, to the delight of the females of the wicked group, his large male member sprang to throbbing, excited erection, as he degradingly kissed his cruel young Mistress's backside.



The End of a Legend.