WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, rape and non-consensual sexual scenes. It is not suitable for children. It is intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults, over twenty-one years of age.
 
 

Dawn was just breaking, as a delicate, ruby hued figure flew, seemingly by magic, through the murky light toward a ramshackle mansion on the outskirts of the great city.  Effortlessly suspended from the creature's hand, carried by a humiliating grip on the seat of her formfitting, pink costume was a much larger figure, a beautiful blond woman, booted and caped.  Though obviously unconscious, she moaned slightly from time to time, as one in great pain.

Weren't those jaunty boots, pink costume, glossy blond hair, and bold white cape, now dangling limply from her broad shoulders, familiar to all?  Weren't they, the tokens of the City's most renowned Champion of Justice?  Horrors!  It couldn't be, could it?  Yet, distressingly, it was so!  The helpless captive was, indeed, the City's beloved heroine, our own gallant Fairmaiden.

In the early gray dawn, the scarlet creature, calling herself Devil Doll had boldly confronted and attacked the intrepid Superheroine.  Despite her diminutive size, the evil Devil Doll had stood toe to toe with the tall, all but invincible, superheroine.  Amazingly enough, the evil, young villainess not only defeated our Champion of Justice, but brutally, humiliatingly, beat Fairmaiden senseless.

Now, Devil Doll was carrying her helpless superheroine captive back to her Master's lair, as a trophy.  It was her Demonic Master, Doctor Natas, the "Good Doctor" who transformed the beguilingly sweet faced murderess, Deedee Malankov, into the villainous paladin of evil, Devil Doll.  In the transformation, the Genius of Evil gave Devil Doll powers, as great, or perhaps, seeing the result, even greater than those of Fairmaiden, the Demigoddess daughter of Athena.  He instructed Devil Doll in Fairmaiden's one weakness, the point of her chin, and Devil Doll eagerly exploited that weakness, to soundly defeat the superheroine.

When Devil Doll reached the Dark Mansion, Fairmaiden was still unconscious. The devilish teen took her captive directly a secure, dungeon area in the basement.

"I've prepared it especially for our 'guest'!"  Doctor Natas told his protégée before she set out on her hellish mission. "Knowing you WILL NOT FAIL!'
Devil Doll had shivered a little at the "Good Doctor's" implied threat for failure. His was not a forgiving nature.

Now, that she had, against all odds, succeeded in her mission, Devil Doll's  pert bosom swelled with arrogant pride, as she contemptuously dumped her unconscious captive, unceremoniously, on the dungeon floor.  The defeated Demigoddess, superheroine moaned a little, as Devil doll flung her on the floor, but otherwise didn't stir.

"Hah! The bitch is still out like a light!  I guess I beat her up worse than I thought!"  Devil Doll smirked complacently. "Oh yeah, the Doc said to take her cape! Said he wanted to study it for special properties!" Even Devil Doll roughly tearing the snowy cape from her broad shoulders didn't rouse Fairmaiden.

"Yep, I really iced that sanctimonious goody-goody bitch!"  Devil Doll chuckled, as she carefully locked the dungeon door from the outside. Then, carrying Fairmaiden's cape, she flitted off, to report her success to her diabolical master.

When she reached his study door, though, the "Good Doctor" was closeted with another. Devil Doll waited impatiently in the anteroom, not daring to disturb that frightening, saturnine figure, no matter how impatient she might be.

Inside the dark recesses of his sinister study, Doctor Natas was rebuking an older protégée, a certain woman, he had once renamed Lilith. The sturdy gray haired woman trembled in terror, before her master, for she had failed, and Doctor Natas rarely granted second chances to those who failed him.

"Honest, Master, it wasn't my fault! I had the little bitch beat, but her boyfriend sneaked up, and hit me from behind!"  Lilith whined.

"Nonetheless, those blasted trollops of the so-called Council of Righteousness defeated you.  Now, the three of them are restoring Capital City to 'virtue'!"  Doctor Natas shuddered a little, as he pronounced that word.

"It is lucky for you, that the most dangerous one, that bitch, Bright Angel, didn't recover from your ministrations! She is still a whimpering, blubbering invalid in a convent.  It would be difficult, though not impossible, to get at her, there, but it is scarcely worth the trouble, for now!  She, who was once irresistibly powerful, is now harmless, too pitiful to waste my time on!  I have observed her, by my own means, and she still suffers atrociously from the physical pain of her mutilated wings!  More deliciously,  the memories of her defeat and craven surrender torment her day and night! I have heard her sobs in the night, as she remembers our little dalliance!" Doctor Natas gloated.

Despite her terror, Lilith's eyes gleamed sadistically, at the reminder of her destruction of the angelic superheroine, Bright Angel. (See Chronicles of the Council of Righteousness, By GW. Chapters 3, 4, and 6.)

His baleful eyes still smoldering, at the delightful memory of Bright Angel's suffering and disgrace, Doctor Natas went on. "It was my doing, of course, that you were able to escape from prison!  You are fortunate, very fortunate, indeed, that I have a use for your special skills!  You shall have a second chance, to redeem yourself!"

"Oh thank you, Master!"  Lilith almost wept in relief.  "Anything! Anything! I'll do anything, just name it!"

"Of course you will, My Dear!"  Doctor Natas said, his glaring eye conveying the threat behind his mild words.  "My new, little acolyte, Devil Doll, has captured that annoying demigoddess slut, Fairmaiden.  She just deposited the bitch in my dungeon, below, and is waiting in the anteroom, now, to report what I already  know!  The girl did well, and I shall reward her, fittingly!  Capturing  Fairmaiden was only the first part of a greater plan, though!  I foresee that there will be an attempt to rescue her!  It will be your task to deal with the would-be rescuer. It will be a mission to your liking, I think!  Meanwhile, you  may busy yourself advising and overseeing Devil Doll's course of reeducation of that insipid, blonde, Superheroine strumpet!  In spite of the girl's tender years, she will not need much advice!  She is already adept at that task!  Nevertheless, the bitch, Fairmaiden, is a demigoddess, and you have special skill in dealing with their kind!"

Doctor Natas dismissed Lilith, and called Devil Doll into his sinister presence. He listened to the details of her proud narrative, with interest, though he had observed her victory from afar.  When Devil Doll completed her report, though, the "Good Doctor" reminded her of an unpleasant chore.

"Do not forget, that the terms of your parole require you to go to school, every day!  It is always wise to obey the small laws!  Best you change into your other persona, now, and skip off to school! You may play with the prize, when you get home from school, My Child! " Doctor Natas intoned solemnly.

Though crestfallen, Devil Doll complied.  Brash though she might be, she didn't dare question that soulless stare.

It was another hour, after Devil Doll, in the guise of Deedee left for school,  before Fairmaiden gradually regained consciousness.  "Ohh...my head!"  She groaned.  Fairmaiden stumbled to her feet, her head spinning, still woozy.  Something was missing!

"Oh darn!  Where's my cape?  She took that, too? That devilish little creature sure packs some wallop!  Even so, I can't believe she beat me up so easily!"  Fairmaiden shuddered in mortification, especially remembering the evil Devil Doll rubbing her beautiful face in garbage.

"Always next time!  She'll pay! Good always triumphs over evil!  That's what Mamma taught me, and she knows!"  Athena's daughter muttered, gritting her teeth, and clenching her fists in determination.  "The first thing is to get out of here, though!" The dauntless, demigoddess crimefighter looked around the bare room.  "What is the place?"  She murmured, glancing around at the bilious green walls.  "Whatever it is, it's time to get out!"

Fairmaiden gingerly tried the door knob, half expecting it to be electrified. Not that that would be a problem for her demigoddess body was nearly indestructible, but the tingling always tickled.   There was no electrical charge, this time, though. "Good!  Now to break out of here!"

Ordinarily, no natural barrier could withstand the marvelous powers of Athena's daughter, but though she strained with all her superhuman strength, Fairmaiden couldn't budge this latch.  In consternation, she threw her large, sturdy body against the door.  She bounced back, with a little cry of discomfort, but the door didn't even rattle.

"Oh Heck!  It's protected by some kind of dark magic!  Darn it!  There must be a weak spot somewhere, though!"  For the first time in her crime fighting career, Fairmaiden discovered an obstacle that withstood all her semi divine strength. The room's disconcertingly ugly, green walls were impregnable!

Yet, Fairmaiden possessed relentless determination, and imperiously detested any curb on her freedom.  The proud Olympian refused to give up!    For some minutes, growing ever more desperate, the dauntless heroine battered herself against the walls, like an eagle, newly caged, frantically searching for some weak spot.  Devil Doll's savage beating must have done more damage than Fairmaiden guessed, for eventually the normally tireless superheroine's frenzied efforts exhausted her, and the only result was a bruised, aching shoulder. Those green walls seemed to mock her!

Peering eagerly into a dark crystal, of arcane power, a desiccated figure watched the heroine's feverish struggles with malicious interest, something like a grim smile on his thin lips.  With a little moan of pleasure, he finally watched the mighty Olympian admit defeat, and wearily sink down in the corner to wait.

"What time is it, anyway?"  Fairmaiden wondered, aware that her alter ego, Athenia Parker, Managing Director of Station WSHOW, the City's largest television station was due in her office.  "Gee, I had a 9:30 appointment with the cameraman's union, today!"  Fairmaiden fretted, as she slumped against the immovable wall.

Still badly battered from her disastrous encounter with Devil Doll, and now exhausted by her feverish bid for escape, Fairmaiden drifted off into a fitful doze, wedged uncomfortably into a corner of the horrible green dungeon.

Fairmaiden awoke with a start, some hours later when the dungeon door clattered open.  She jumped up, as a grinning Devil Doll entered.

"You'll pay for this!"  Fairmaiden grimly promised, with clenched fists, yearning to wipe that smirk off the tiny demon's face. Yet, some uncertainty held her back, and Devil Doll laughed at her threat.

"Oh, yeah!  Really? Who's gonna' make me pay?  You? That's a laugh!  By the way, how's your chin, Sweety?  Still a little sore, I'll bet!"  Devil Doll snickered.

Hardly aware she did it, Fairmaiden touched her chin, a little gingerly. She winced!  Her chin was indeed still sore, and the gesture brought back the memory of Devil Doll's relentless little fists, striking her again and again. She shuddered at the memory.

"Yeah, I see it is!" Devil Doll grinned!

Fairmaiden tensed, her body poised for combat.  She glared at the scarlet villainess, but made no move to renew the morning's conflict. What was holding her back?  She wondered.  Was she afraid? She was Athena's daughter, and never feared anyone, or anything, in her life, before today at least.  With a pang of uncertainty, she warily fell back a step and waited. Still poised, indecisively, she noticed Devil Doll was carrying a beaker. Devil Doll saw her captive glance at the beaker.

"My benefactor wants you to drink this!" Devil Doll purred.

"I don't think so!"  Fairmaiden retorted, but was there just a hint of nervousness in her voice? Her eyes seemed hypnotically glued to the sinister vial.

"You're a real slow learner!"  Devil Doll snapped. Suddenly, she flew straight at the distraught heroine.  Despite her wary alertness, Devil Doll's nearly supernatural quickness, once again, caught Fairmaiden at a disadvantage.  Devil Doll's fist smashed into her chin, with unearthly force. The blonde heroine's eyes glazed.  She stumbled back a step.  Then her legs buckled, and she sat down with a hard thump on her behind.

Devil Doll grabbed Fairmaiden's long blond hair, and hauled her roughly over on her knees.  With another hard jerk, in the opposite direction, she bent her  backward, and pressed the lip of the vial to Fairmaiden's quivering, pink mouth.  Before the woozy heroine had a chance to protect herself, Devil Doll, tipped the beaker and poured the vile tasting liquid into her mouth.

Sputtering and choking, Fairmaiden twisted her head from side to side, but she couldn't escape Devil Doll's tenacious grip, before the grinning villainess poured out every last drop.  Holding her head tilted far backward, Devil Doll forced Fairmaiden to breathlessly gulp down the entire contents of the beaker.

When Fairmaiden swallowed the last of the horrifying potion, Devil Doll let her head drop, giggling at her victim's pained reaction.  Fairmaiden clutched her throat in agony, as the fiery, green liquid scalded her mouth and throat.  Fast acting, it almost instantly entered her blood stream.  With a groan of agony, Fairmaiden pitched forward, full length on the floor.

The harassed heroine lay unmoving where she fell.  Even Devil Doll's kicks could not rouse her.  Angrily, Devil Doll sat down beside her to wait.

It was almost a half hour, before Fairmaiden began to stir. She sat up groggily.  The burning taste of that vile liquid was still on her lips, reminding her of the horrible sense of violation she experienced, as that wretched  creature forced the scalding liquor down her throat, and did it with such contemptuous ease.

Doctor Natas's evil concoction was flowing, full strength, through her blood stream, by now. The "Good Doctor" specially devised the wicked formula to both rob its victim of physical strength, and weaken her courage and resolution. Even a demigoddess could not resist it's potent occult power.  Hardly knowing the cause, Fairmaiden experienced the hellish effects, already at work.  She felt strangely weak and helpless, perceiving herself as a pitiful victim, a feeling completely foreign to her dynamic, audacious nature.

Devil Doll was impatiently waiting for her to wake, and now Fairmaiden felt those baleful eyes glaring sneeringly at her. Fairmaiden shuddered, and trembled with terrifying uncertainty.

"Well, Slut, so you're awake? Good!  We have more unfinished business!"
Fairmaiden stumbled shakily to her feet, and stood swaying a little, looking at Devil Doll with uncontrollable trepidation. Doctor Natas's formula intensified her feelings, but even without it, Devil Doll had taught the heroic crimefighter the full meaning of fear.  Fairmaiden had an irresistible urge to run away, and hide from the evil teenager. But where? She was trapped in this evil dungeon!

"It's time to take that little pink teddy off, Fairslut!  Superheroine costumes aren't for losers like you!  I could have done it myself, while you were out, but I figured it would be more fun, when you were awake! Now!  Strip Bitch!"  Devil Doll ordered, with a menacing sneer.

"I most certainly will not!"   Fairmaiden retorted, with a petulant stamp of her foot. Instead of her usual self-confident tone, her voice sounded the hopelessly defiant note of a pouting child, about to be punished.

The effect of Doctor Natas's formula, growing ever stronger, intensified the shaming memory of two humiliating defeats, and robbed Fairmaiden of  courage and self-confidence. Resistance did not even occur to her, now; she just wanted to escape.  The tall, blonde crimefighter backed away from the vicious young demoness, on trembling legs, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Devil Doll followed, a wolfish grin on her evil face. "Okay! That's fine!  I'll take it off you, myself!"

Fairmaiden's back touched the wall. She couldn't retreat any further. She felt hot damp perspiration in her armpits. Her legs trembled so hard, she could hardly stand up. Devil Doll pressed closer.  She glanced down at the heroine's voluptuous body with an evil grin.

Fairmaiden whimpered, "St-stop...what are you doing?  G-get away from me!"  as Devil Doll grasped the straps of the proudly renowned, pink uniform.

Instead of fighting back, Fairmaiden, still whimpering in protest, helplessly threw up her hands, in alarm, as Devil Doll peeled the sheer fabric from her broad shoulders, and pulled it down around her waist, baring her firm, pertly uptilted bosom. Fairmaiden gasped in fear.  Then, with a gleeful laugh, Devil Doll tore the garment entirely off Fairmaiden's lushly curved body.

Yesterday, Fairmaiden would have reacted with furious outrage to this disgraceful affront to her dignity.  Today, the loss of her uniform tore the last vestige of courage from her proud bosom. Overcome by a terrifying sense of helplessness, she trembled uncontrollably, as she tried to cover her mortifying nudity from Devil Doll's spiteful, soulless gaze.  Devil Doll tauntingly waved the uniform in her face.  Fairmaiden couldn't hold back the hot wetness in her eyes, and a tear rolled down her pale cheek.

Devil Doll reached out, grasping a strand of golden hair, and pulled Fairmaiden's head closer, sneering, gloatingly, at the tears in the tall superheroine's troubled eyes.  The touch of those hot, greedy fingers sickened her, and Fairmaiden whimpered not a protest, but a plea.

Clutching that long mane of glistening gold, Devil Doll's eyes traveled down  Fairmaiden's trembling form, possessively inspecting the humbled heroine's flawless body, and ripe curves.  Fairmaiden shrank away in mortification, hopelessly trying to cover her nakedness with nervous, trembling hands. Devil Doll's soulless eyes glowed darkly, with lustful appreciation. Her eight inch, forked, purple tongue hungrily flicked at her drooling, purplish lips.

With a twitch of her nervous energy, Devil Doll suddenly wrapped her body around the trembling heroine's vulnerable, pliant form, her strong, thin legs trapping Fairmaiden's enfeebled arms at her side. Lustfully, Devil Doll sought that ripe pink mouth.  Fairmaiden tried her best to avoid her, but Devil Doll held her by the hair and neck, and forced searing, hot lips against Fairmaiden's ripe, tender mouth.

Like burning molten steel, that horrible tongue forced it's way into Fairmaiden's mouth and half-way down her throat.  She gagged and whimpered.  It was horrid!  She wanted to vomit!  Yet strangely, Fairmaiden's nipples stiffened, and she felt an insistent stirring in her womanhood.

"NOOO!"  Fairmaiden wailed in silent, mortified repugnance. How could this vile villainess arouse such feelings in her pure, maidenly loins?  Yet the feelings were real, terribly, overpoweringly real! Her mind awash in these dark, dizzying passions, Fairmaiden trembled so violently, that she lost control over her svelte legs.  They buckled under her, and Fairmaiden collapsed, falling hard, on her broad, shapely bottom.

Devil Doll took Fairmaiden's collapse as some ploy to thwart her lustful feeding, on that sweet, innocent mouth. She shrieked angrily at the hapless object of her lust, her long, purple tongue flicking furiously, in and out of her horrible mouth.

By now, that awful potion had reduced the stalwart, valiant Fairmaiden to timid, cringing fright.  Devil Doll's fury terrified her.  Fairmaiden frantically tried to scramble away from the frightening scarlet demonette, but Devil Doll flitted behind her.  Reaching over the panic stricken crimefighter's broad shoulders, she pinched her sharp pointed nipples, until Fairmaiden screamed and pleaded.

Those frantic screams for mercy, from her adorable victim, roused a sick eager excitement in Devil Doll's loins.  It was a delicious feeling to savor and prolong.  She purred: "Well it's time I took those slut boots off you, I think!"

As the screaming, terrorized Fairmaiden tried to get her bearings, Devil Doll flitted in front of her, and unexpectedly kicked her.  Her tiny, but deadly, foot caught the vulnerable point of Fairmaiden's chin, not overly hard, but enough to knock her over backward, and momentarily stun her.

The next thing Fairmaiden knew, Devil Doll's foot was planted in her crotch, and the tiny demoness was tugging on her boot.  Fairmaiden vainly tried to pull loose, forlornly trying to retain the last vestiges of her proud uniform.

Devil Doll screamed, "Stop squirming, Bitch, before I ram my foot all the way into you!"

Fairmaiden's wild struggles ceased abruptly at that threat.  She lay fearfully still, as the horrid creature removed her white boots.