The Scarlet Dove - Issue 01

"Is dat so?" he chuckled. "Tougher men den you have tried and I put dem in de groun'!"

"Never send a man to do a woman's job!" the heroine quipped. "Perhaps it's time to try a lady's touch."

Creed's grin widened. "Funny, I was t'inking somet'ing jus' like dis!"

Suddenly a big hand reached around from behind and clamped over the Dove's pretty mouth! Just as quick, a big arm snaked around her torso, pinning her arms to her side and lifting her off the ground. Starling kicked and flailed, but her attacker was too strong!

How could this be? She wondered. I was so careful to ... Oh! Too late, it dawned on her: the cab of the truck. She hadn't even considered that the getaway driver might have been waiting with the getaway vehicle!

"Silly little birdy," Creed laughed. "Dis de night you find out what a woman's job really is!"

The heroine squirmed in her attacker's arms, squealing into his hand angrily. What did he mean by that? She knew she did not want to find out, but how would she escape?

Having taken her completely off guard, the brawny man was more than capable of holding her captive, even by himself. When the two other thugs joined him, the young heroine found herself easily overpowered and wrestled to the ground!

"Quick now!" ordered Creed. "Here's some tape!"

The hitman had found a roll of duct-tape on one of the lab tables and tossed it to his men. Unable to offer more than minor resistance, Starling found herself held face down, as her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists bound together.

"Mmmph ... No! Stop! Get off me!" she screamed as the hand slipped momentarily off her face. "You cannngh! ... mmph!"

Her protests were cut short as a wide strip of tape was pressed over her soft lips, gagging the captured heroine! A cold pit dropped into Starling's stomach as she was further subdued. Her ankles were crossed, and encircled with more tape, leaving her almost completely helpless. Then the men stepped back, surveying their work and drinking in the sight of their bound and gagged captive.

The Scarlet Dove squirmed desperately, testing her bindings for any weakness, or give, of but found none. She did manage to roll onto her back, looking up fearfully as her captors loomed over her. Two of them reached down and hauled her back to her feet. She teetered unsteadily, due to her ankle binding, so they held her up. Creole Creed approached slowly, grinning from sideburn to sideburn.

"I hear dees stories," the hitman began. "Of a beautiful woman, takin' down tough guys all ovah town, and you know what I'm t'inkin' when I hear dis?"

The captive heroine groaned inquisitively through her gag.

"Dey mus' notta been so tough!" he laughed.

The other's laughed as well, while poor Starling could do nothing but grumble into her gag.

"Dis night, cher," he went on. "You find out what 'appen when you try'n take down a real tough guy!"

Now Creed reached out and yanked down the front of Starling's bustier, suddenly exposing her perfect breasts! The heroine squealed in dismay, glancing down to see her petite rosy nipples on full display. A wave of humiliation rolled through her; could this really be happening? The lusty chuckles as the men ogled her perky D-cups, and the feel of Creed's rough palms as he took them into his hands confirmed that it was.

The helpless heroine groaned miserably, squirming to try and pull away, but she could not. The hitman squeezed and fondled her defenseless breasts, sending unwanted tingles dancing through her chest. Beneath her feathered mask her cheeks flushed hotly, turning bright red.

Creed leaned close, his hot breath on her neck as he whispered directly into her ear. "Dees stories, dey did get one t'ing right. You is plenty beautiful!"

The captive heroine groaned, squirming helplessly as she was molested by the hitman.

"Dis a good t'ing, make it nice an' easy for what gon'appen next," he went on. "See, killin' someone like you, an' you jus' become a martyr for de cause ... but humiliation? Now dat's more powerful den death!" Here he gave her tits a pointed jiggle. "I'm gon' fuck you silly, cher, den leave you for de cops to find. After dat, you neva gon' be able show dat pretty face in Warden City again!"

Starling shook her head in desperate but futile protest. Icy tendrils snaked up her spine as she realized she had no way to stop him from having his way with her. Before she could even begin to consider the full ramifications of his plan, Creed snagged a handful of her crimson hair and half dragged, half shoved her face down over a nearby table. The stainless steel surface felt like ice on her naked tits. She squirmed in her bonds, moaning pleadingly, wordlessly begging him not to do this!

Chapter Four

"You t'ree get on back to work," the hitman ordered. "Dis ain't no peep show, and we ain't got all night!"

The other thugs obeyed quickly.

With the heroine taped securely, Creed could easily handle her by himself. Starling felt Creed caressing her pert round ass, tugging playfully at the edges of her spandex bottoms. The pit in her stomach grew heavier, feeling him pawing at her scantily clad backside, the white bikini only partially covering the peach like curves of her ass. The helpless heroine looked back with fear and loathing in her green eyes. Creed snapped the spandex a couple times, smiling right into her face, letting the girl know just how helpless she was.

Wasting no more time, the hitman curled his fingers into the waistband of her bottoms and pulled them down! Starling squirmed desperately, keenly aware of her sudden nakedness. Trying to turn away or pull free of his grip, but being unable only seemed to highlight the hopelessness of her position as the garment was pulled down her legs and left bunched around her knees. Her protests were completely ignored, and finally the defeated heroine slumped onto the cold metal table in utter despair.

Bent over that table with her backside completely exposed and vulnerable, the young woman's stomach twisted into knots. Her shame only deepened as Creed's fingers wormed between her thighs and began to stroke her smooth, hairless pussy. Starling began to tremble as unwelcome tingles danced across her hips.

"Dis one, she a slut, boys!" Creed shouted. "Her pussy shaved smooth as a apple!"

The helpless heroine whimpered in embarrassment, hearing the men groaning and elbowing each other. Then she was drawn back to her immediate plight as an insistent finger wiggled into the soft folds of her labia and found her clit! She held back a moan as the hitman began to toy with the sensitive little nub, but she could not stop herself from beginning to get wet. Starling tried to hide her face, feeling tears of shame beginning to well up.

"Dere you go, mon cheri," Creed hummed as her juices began to flow. "You jus' my whore now, might gon' ahead an enjoy it!"

Starling could hear every sound with dreadful clarity as the hitman unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She could not see his stiff cock but somehow sensed it poised at her soft spot. Whimpering in anguish, the young woman knew she was about to be taken and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Then without warning he pushed between her moist petals, forcing a miserable moan into her gag as he penetrated the helpless heroine.

Oh gawd, he's inside me! She despaired, feeling his swollen manhood filling her up. This can't be happening!

The Scarlet Dove mewled in pleading protest as the hitman's cock began to slide back and forth in her tight little cunt. His strong hands grasped the soft curves of her hips, forcing her to match his rhythm. Creed's hips rolled and thrust, forcing his rigid tool so deeply inside her that each thrust made her gasp. The violated heroine felt warm tingles beginning to dance up her abdomen, making it harder and harder to hold back her moans. The sensation of his cock sliding relentlessly in and out of her body sent a wave of unwanted arousal crashing over the poor girl. Her knees began to tremble, and she could feel her own hot juices dripping down the inside of her thighs.

This can't be happening, she thought, her head starting to spin in time with his thrusts. I can't be enjoying this, can I? I can't let him make me cum!

Eventually, she could no longer resist a long, sensuous moan as that thick, hard member pistoned inside her sopping wet pussy. Reaching her lowest denigration, she began to whimper as the physical stimulation of being fucked by the hitman overwhelmed her. Starling knew she was about to cum, and there was nothing she could do to stop ...

Just then Creole Creed groaned and pulled out. The aroused heroine gasped in surprise (and, to her secret shame, in disappointment) feeling his cock slide all the way out of her. Again she heard him groan, and then she felt the warm splatter as he began squirting hot sticky cum all over her back.

Starling dropped her head onto the table. At least that was over.

"Shit, girly," Creed chuckled, catching his breath and giving her round booty a swat.

Before she could feel any real relief, the hitman pulled her off the table and let her topple onto the floor. Starling hit with a painful thump. Squirming in her bonds, she rolled onto her back as her rapist approached, stroking his dick to keep it hard.

Oh gawd, he isn't finished with me? How can he still be hard after just cumming like that? What more can he do to me?

Straining uselessly against the duct-tape, Starling whimpered in protest. Creed knelt beside her, lifting her legs and folding them over her torso. A shudder of feminine vulnerability crawled down her spine as the young redhead felt her pussy exposed by that awkward position.

The degraded heroine could only groan uncomfortably as the man pushed his cock into her again. He began to thrust roughly, much more aggressively than before. There was no rhythm this time, no sensual sliding as Creed merely hammered away at her tight wet cunt. Starling gasped and groaned behind her gag, feeling his rigid cock plunging so powerfully inside of her. His hips slapped against her ass and thighs, rocking her curvy young body with every rugged thrust. Tremors of erotic energy raced up her spine, making her head lurch and spin.

He's so rough ... I don't want to be fucked like this, she thought, trembling with orgasmic energy. I can't be enjoying this!

Trying to calm herself, to regain control, the violated heroine tried to remind herself that her body and her choice had been taken from her. However, this only brought a crushing wave of humiliation. She felt weak and pathetic. How could she let this happen to her? She was supposed to be a superheroine, not just some helpless fucktoy!

Hot tears began to roll down her cheeks, as that invading cock continued to pound her pussy. She trembled helplessly, no longer attempting to hold back her building orgasm. Finally, a bolt of electricity raced along her spine and her cunt gushed around the hitman's violating cock. The once proud superheroine squealed into her tape gag, cumming at the end of this criminal's dick.

Feeling her orgasm, Creed pulled out and let her shapely legs flop back to the floor. The shamed heroine gasped and mewled in post coital bliss, mingled with abject humiliation.

Giving her no time to rest or recover, Creole Creed grabbed her by the head and ripped off her gag!

Starling cried out in pain, then looked up at her assailant. "Please let me go!"

The hitman grinned, dashing what little hope she had of release, and grabbed a handful of her red hair, yanking her head down to eye level with his raging hard-on. She stared dreadfully at the cock before her face, whimpering "please no-OHM!" the moment her lips parted, that cock filled her mouth!

Starling whimpered helplessly, gagging as the cock in her mouth pressed clear to the back of her throat. Her lips and tongue seemed to feel every ridge and vein as the cock began to thrust back and forth in her mouth.

Meanwhile, his free hand reached down and began fingering her defenseless pussy again. Gagging and coughing, Starling pulled at the tape binding her wrists, still to no avail. Her hips bucked involuntarily as her pussy was beginning to ache. The musky taste of the man's cock in her mouth was a fresh humiliation. Still the heroine had no way to escape, or even resist, and could do nothing but submit!

Soon the rhythms began to match, Creed's finger and cock thrusting and withdrawing at the same time. Starling continued to whimper as the cock sliding over her tongue continued to gag her with every thrust. At the same time a second finger slid inside her, pumping her pussy forcefully enough to take her breath away with each thrust. She began to feel light headed, as if she might faint. Hanging there, on the edge of consciousness, her entire existence seemed reduced to the sensations assaulting her defenseless young body.

No longer feeling heroic in any sense at all, Starling merely felt small, violated at both ends. Everything else seemed to fall away as she felt used and dominated ... and in her moment of abject surrender, a tidal wave of arousal crashed through her body. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive suddenly, and she became aware of every inch of her body. She lit up with erotic electricity and Starling came again, moaning around the cock in her mouth and arching her back like a cat in heat pressing against his hand needily. As if in response to her surge of orgasmic energy, Creed's cock burst in her mouth! Her head spun as she felt the thick jet of sticky jizz spraying straight down her throat, filling her stomach and coating her mouth as she struggled not to choke.

Coughing, sputtering and mewling in utter shame, she could only slump back helplessly on the floor as the hitman pulled away. The violated heroine lay bound and trembling on the floor, feeling utterly drenched in cum.

"Now, cheri," he said slowly. "You jus' anutha whore. You cross the Scarpones again, you'll get worse."

The defeated heroine could not even manage a baleful glare as he tauntingly tousled her crimson hair. He quickly gagged her again, then left her bound on the floor. Starling squirmed a bit, feeling the slimy cum sloshing in her stomach, as well as the humiliating taste left in her mouth. Fresh tears began to roll down her cheeks.

So this is what defeat tastes like, she thought bitterly.

During her short stint as a crimefighter, the Scarlet Dove had been in some tight scrapes, taken some hard punches, but never anything like this. Degraded, violated, and why? Just to humiliate her so badly she would give up being a superheroine, give up her mission, give up on doing what was right? And maybe they'd succeeded. After all, this kind of thing would never happen to a male superhero. It seemed her very femininity turned out to be her greatest weakness, leaving her vulnerable to and perhaps even inciting this kind of treatment.

While Starling wrestled with her emotions, Creed and the thugs had all but cleaned out the laboratory. The hitman was talking to one of his men as they made for the door.

"This haul is even bigger than Don Tony promised!" the thug was saying excitedly. "Think we'll get paid extra?"

"De Scarpones be takin' care of you, don' worry," Creed replied.

"So you ain't worried about Danvers shortin' them on the truck?" the other asked. "You think we'll get paid full price?"

"We betta," Creed spat back. "I ain't scared of his ghost story bullshit!"

"I don't know man, Danvers is the real deal," the thug shot back. "What do you think he wants with all this shit anyway?"

Starling couldn't help but perk up on hearing the name "Danvers." Once she had gotten to Warden City she couldn't help but begin to look into her father's death. There was very little information, mostly just hearsay and rumors. However, the one time in her life she had gotten her mother to talk about it, Sara Chase had mentioned a man named Tom Danvers. According to her mother, Jack Kane had been on his way to meet this man the night he was murdered.

Thinking about her father, who had fought for what he believed in until it killed him, how could she give up in the face of a little (or even huge) humiliation? She could not let this scum win!

"Well, little red bird," Creed said turning back to the bound heroine. "It has been fun no?"

Starling glared up at him, gritting her teeth and wordlessly promising that this wasn't over!

"Oh you is sexy wit' dat mean look," he chuckled, then tripped the fire alarm on the wall beside him. "De cops be here soon, how's dis for a headline: 'supa-hero or supa-whore? Tonight a five' ... yeah, I like dat one ..." The hitman continued to chuckle to himself as he left.

Despite the momentary return of determination, Starling was still hopelessly bound, half naked and covered in cum. As the alarm sounded through the building, promising the imminent arrival of Warden City PD, her heart sank once more. If she was discovered this way, she might not have a choice whether or not she could continue to be the Scarlet Dove.

Chapter Five

The bound heroine lay on the cool tile floor of the lab, growling under her gag and struggling desperately to get loose. Unfortunately, she realized that it was practically impossible, because weakened as she was both physically and mentally from her ordeal, the binding tape was much too strong. Her only hope was that she could loosen it somehow, and maybe slip her dainty hands or feet free. She squirmed and rolled back and forth on the floor, trying to wiggle her shoulders into a position that might allow her to slip her wrists out of the bonds.

Outside in the distance she began to hear sirens drawing closer.

Starling began to twist and struggle even more desperately. What would happen if WCPD happened to find and catch her? After all, she was technically acting as a vigilante, outside the law! They weren't likely to look too kindly on that!

Her desperation increased still further as she felt her naked boobs bouncing and jiggling more and more the harder she struggled. Glancing down at her exposed body, tits out, bottoms scrunched around her knees, whatever happened legally, she felt she simply could not stand to be found here like this!

But it was no use, the bindings were too tight and too efficient. When she heard the sirens arriving outside the lab she realized it was too late. The heroine slumped on the floor, frustrated and helpless.

Soon she heard the front doors being forced open. She could hear the pounding of boots and shouts as they began clearing room to room. They were getting closer quickly, and then she heard them in the next lab over.

"Clear!" called out a raspy male voice. "Ah shit ... will ya look at this, looks like a robbery."

"Yeah, doubt there's a fire here but I'll check this one," replied another.

Starling squirmed around so she could see the door. A fireman came through, glancing around. It hadn't even occurred to her that the cops wouldn't be the first responders to the fire alarm. A keen rush of embarrassment flashed through her still, but she had no other choice than to squeal for help through her gag.

"Clear-holy shi-uh ...!" the fireman called out. "We got a ... a live one?"

He pulled off his helmet, revealing the handsome, chiseled features and piercing blue eyes of none other than Sergeant Wilson! Starling was surprised and unspeakably embarrassed that her heart skipped a beat upon seeing him again, given the situation.

"What? Really?" questioned the other rushing in from the first lab. Of course, it was Danno.

The sergeant knelt beside her, eyes wide as he looked over her, seemingly at a loss. She mumbled into her gag and he got the hint, gently pulling the tape from her sore lips. The heroine gasped gratefully.