WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, and n/c sexual scenes.  It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty one.

Queen To Pawn. Part 4. Conclusion.
By
GW

Defeating Red Queen in an epic battle, Blue Ninja chained her to a wall and proceeded to torture her by agonizingly twisting her gorgeous breasts until the Scarlet Crusader was helplessly screaming at the horrendous pain.

As Red Queen's shrieks reached a crescendo, Blue Ninja released her breasts. She leaned over close to the suffering crimefighter's face and offered her a choice.

Blue Ninja pulled open her blouse baring her own breasts. Compared to Red Queen's bountiful bosom, the criminal's breasts seemed rather small, although in most company they would be regarded as sizable.

"Kiss them!" Blue Ninja demanded.

Unable to bear anymore of the terrible, fiery punishment of her incredibly spectacular bust, Red Queen haltingly murmured accent to Blue Ninja's bizarre demand.

Once she agreed, Red Queen hesitated, reluctantly eying the other woman's breasts. Through fluttering eyelids she noticed that the triumphant villainess's breasts were pertly uptilted and exquisitely formed.

"Not that I give a DAMN" Red Queen told herself angrily. Yet the thought of kissing one of those delectable, forbidden nipples was strangely compelling. That she was helplessly dominated by the smaller woman made it all the more so.  Almost timidly, Red Queen extended her pink tongue and lightly brushed Blue Ninja's stiff nipple with the pointed tip.  Blue Ninja shivered in delight.

Once she broke the awful taboo, hardly knowing what came over her, Red Queen hungrily kissed  Blue Ninja's nipple, nearly devouring it.

Though aroused by Red Queen's servile worship, Blue Ninja was not one to be carried away by passion when work was to be done. She looked up at  a clock on he warehouse wall.

"Oh Dear!  Guess it's later than I thought, Taffy! I can tell you want to kiss me all over, but time's awasting! You'll have to settle for a quickie!"  Then the cackling criminal leaned over and kissed her startled victim on the mouth.

Red Queen's eyes fluttered as Blue Ninja's sharp tongue explored her mouth. Oh it was so disgusting! Yet... Before she knew what she was doing Red queen returned the evil kiss.

Blue Ninja raised her head with a little laugh, "SLUT!" she whispered to the humiliated Scarlet Crusader. Red Queen closed her eyes in shame.

"Oh yeah! There is one more thing I always wanted to do!"  The vicious, blue clad girl muttered as she stood up and adjusted her blouse.

"Now turn over!"

"H-how can I turn over with my wrists chained?" Red Queen quavered.

"Don't worry, Taffy! We'll manage" Blue Ninja replied with an evil giggle.

It took a great deal of painful tugging and pulling, but Blue Ninja got her squealing victim turned face down.

When Blue Ninja gave a wedgie, she didn't stop until strong cloth almost sawed her victim in two. In her weakened state, the excruciating pain  proved too much to bear, and Red Queen mercifully passed out.

When Red Queen came to again, her hands were secured behind her back by what felt like handcuffs, and a strong person was painfully dragging her to her feet. Still groggy and in frightful pain, she scarcely knew what was happening, and mewled in protest.

Struggling to stay on her feet, Red Queen turned expecting to see the diabolical Blue Ninja. Instead she was met by a grinning face she knew all to well; Marian Eberle's face!  Was it possible? Could the diminutive, ultra feminine Eberle be the deadly Blue Ninja, who had ruthlessly, almost effortlessly, beaten the indomitable Red Queen to a pulp?

"Yep Honey! It's me! Lil Ole Marian! Red Queen's been interfering in too many of my operations, so  I set a little trap! You fell right into it, too! Guess your not as smart as the media's always sayin', OR as tough!"

"You'll never get away with this! Why when the police..." Red Queen's protest was cut off.

"Why the Police are on on their way, Honey! I called 'em, myself! You tell your story to 'em, and see if they believe you, or me!  Why Honey Chile, 'Lil Ole me' a deadly criminal who beat up Red Queen? Who'd believe an outlandish tale like that?  Nope, Honey, I think they'll believe my Security Staff who'll all swear they caught Red Queen, 'RED' handed, robbing the safe in my office!  Why there's the bag of loot they caught you with, right there on the floor beside you!"

"Nobody will believe that, you...you conniving little bitch!"

"Now, now, Honey Chile! Watch yore manners! Try to remember you're in the presence of a GENUINE LADY! Oh, I do believe I hear the police outside right now!"

Red Queen gulped nervously, as two Policemen entered the Office. Surely no one could believe this preposterous story. Everyone knew Red Queen was a Champion of Justice, not a petty criminal. They'd believe her word, wouldn't they? They MUST! Her heart sank as Red Queen recognized the two detectives, the two she herself assigned to the graveyard shift just this afternoon.

Marian Eberle smiled sweetly at the two officers. "I'm afraid she's a little the worse for wear, Gentlemen! She put up quite a struggle when my Security People apprehended her!"

"We understand!" Harry Twitty grinned, not at all unhappy to see Red Queen, bruised and battered and stripped half naked, about to go down for a fall. "Gotta admit the bitch is built like a brick outhouse, though!" he thought.
 

Sergeant Muldowny grinned at his partner. "Ya know Harry! It's time we seen who this dangerous criminal really is! She's probably got a record a mile long! Take off that mask!"

"Oh God, NO!" As Twitty came near her, Red Queen, even with her hands cuffed behind her back,  desperately tried to defend herself and her secret identity, until the Detective brutally threatened her with his sap.

The distraught crimefighter surrendered to the physical threat, but continued to protest with  vehement futility, as Twitty reached for her mask.

The two detectives gaped in astonishment as Harry  pulled the mask off.

"For the love o' Mike! Will ya look at this, will ya? Red Queen is Chief Walters!  Can ya believe it? N'wonder the mob knows everything that goes on in headquarters!  This bitch must be on their payroll!"

The unmasked crimefighter sputtered indignantly.  "Surely you two dodos don't believe this nonsense! Can't you see this bitch is trying to frame me?"

"Tell it to the judge, Honey!" Harry Twitty chuckled. "Nobody's gonna believe that a respected business woman like Ms Eberle is behind anything shady!  Why the Mayor's honoring her with a big testimonial dinner next week! Nah! Nailing you is gonna mean promotions for us!  And y'know the D. A. and the Commissioner both hate all you headline grabbing, costumed vigilantes, that are always showing 'em up!  They'll go all out to convict you, 'specially when they find out Red Queen was working right in the Police Department!"

"Yeah an arch criminal like you deserves everything she's gonna get!" Sgt. Muldowny smirked, with a wink to the quietly smiling Marion Eberle.

Bedraggled and still vainly protesting her innocence, Red Queen was led off to the paddy wagon, to endure the far from tender mercies of the criminal justice and penal systems. The Sergeant hung back, long enough for the smiling Ms. Eberle to slip him a thick envelope that crinkled with the sound of new bills.

"I hope y'all can excuse my appearance, Sergeant, Honey! Why, when mah security people called, I just threw on a skirt and sweater, and came right on down heah!"

"Oh Gee Ms. Eberle! You look just beautiful!" Sgt. Muldowny blurted.

"Oh why thank y'all Sergeant! It's good t'know our Police can be so gallant, even while they're busy protectin' helpless women from dangerous criminals like that Red Queen!  Why that woman is no lady!"

"Guess a 'REAL LADY' like yourself is the best  judge of that!' The Sergeant blushed, as Marian Eberle batted her eyelashes prettily.

As Sergeant Muldowny chatted with Ms. Eberle, Detective Twitty inflicted on Deputy Chief Inspector Veronica Walters, sometimes known as Red Queen, the first of what would become an unendurable flood of humiliations and victimization's in the months to come.

As the three police officers left, one in handcuffs and nearly in tears, Marian Eberle smiled in satisfaction, thinking.  "Well, Ah do declare! Who'd 'a believed it! Two birds with one stone! That nosy bitch Veronica Walters was gonna be mah next target!  Guess Ah have a clear field with that cute ole Mayuh now!"
 


The End.