Kunoichi: Fight Club short story (Patreon)

I've begun writing on a new writing software called Scrivener. This is the first post I'll be making straight from Scrivener, and I wanted to do it with a short story in case the formating is screwed up.

Good thing, because I discovered it will NOT copy and paste over. yeah. So I have to convert to Word, and then post here. Good to know. 

Kunoichi: Fight Club

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril

By JK Waylon

Six shadowy, feminine shapes dropped out of the night sky. They landed amid the soft clatter of stilettos, all dropping into fighting stances as they looked around the dark alley. The super heroine in black with gold trim stepped out of the pack, moving confidently up to a steel door.

“No doorknob,” Kunoichi whispered. “Heroine proof door.”

“How do we get inside?” Sombra asked.

Kunoichi smiled at the tall Latina in a skintight gray catsuit, with black mask, gloves, and thigh boots. Catgirl stepped up beside Sombra, in her black leather and latex catsuit, boots, and cowl costume.

The ninja-themed super heroine waved the other heroines over. Ms Justice in her US Flag themed costume stepped up first, followed by Freedom in a red, white, and blue leotard, skirt, and boots costume. Minx came up on the other side of Sombra. The shapely heroine from India wore the skimpiest costume, a dark red leather, with black mask, gloves, and boots.

“This is the ‘public’ entrance,” Kunoichi whispered. “My source revealed a secret entrance to Fight Club. Follow me.”

The busty Eurasian beauty moved ten feet over, and then lifted up off the ground to a barred window. She found the secret lever her source betrayed to her, turned it, and the window and bars opened wide to reveal a stairway down into darkness.

“Voila!”

“Stop speaking Japanese,” Catgirl said, grinning at her. “This is Murica. Speak Murican.”

The shapely half-Japanese heroine blinked at her a second. “I just… Wow. Okay. Besides, everyone knows Voila is Spanish. Duh.”

“Of course. Just like ‘Kunoichi’ is Spanish for kickass girl,” Catgirl replied. “Everyone knows that.”

The heroines all giggled.

“Great, now that all the tension has been relieved with juvenile humor,” Ms Justice said. “Lead the way, O Glorious Kickass girl.”

Kunoichi nodded and slipped through the opening. That brief little moment of teasing and humor did help a lot. She’d stressed over this mission for the last three days. She’d planned every step, scouted out the site, and did everything in her power to ensure a successful raid and rescue.

Ariana Goswin’s and Chelsee Williams’ lives and futures depend on us, Kunoichi thought.

Pop Princess Ariana Goswin was kidnapped Thursday night after her concert there in Synne City, while her opponent was snatched two weeks back in Hollywood. Actress Chelsee Williams starred in a major network TV drama. Her disappearance made world headlines, while Ariana’s disappearance was still under wraps.

Fight club held weekly tournaments, where they forced hot young women to fight each other in the Octagon. The winner was always released, but the loser was immediately auctioned off into sex slavery on the Dark Web. Most months had at least one big draw forcing a pair of celebrities to fight.

Kunoichi’s secret alter ego, reporter Kyoko Anderson, had recently learned the fights took place in Synne City. It took another two weeks to discover the actual site. And tonight, on Fight Night, they would go in and shut down those human trafficking monsters forever.

“We have to hurry,” Kunoichi said. “The show started two hours ago. It usually only goes for about three hours.”

The early fights were no-name beauties. Sometimes those fights went pretty fast. So Kunoichi felt the press of time. Once the final fight ended, all of the losers would be led out and auctioned off one by one.

No more women will be sold into sex slavery on my watch, Kunoichi thought as she slipped through the entrance.

The other heroines followed – Catgirl, Minx, Freedom, Sombra, Ms Justice – and moved swiftly and quietly down a long, dark stairwell. Kunoichi paused at a door halfway down. It felt like they were one level down from the street. A regular basement. But she heard the throaty cheers and jeers of evil men coming up from below.

How fitting, she thought. Fight Club is in the subbasement.

The super heroines continued down the stairs, all senses on alert. It got darker and colder as they descended. Kunoichi kept one hand on the wall to her right, her stiletto boots clacking on every hard step down. Thankfully, the roar of the small audience drowned out any sounds the heroines’ made.

Halfway down to the subbasement, she started hearing the man calling the fight. Why did he have to keep calling those poor young women kidnapped and forced to fight misogynistic names like slut and cunt?

“KO!” he shouted. “Wow. Did you see that cunt’s uppercut? Bang, and the redhead is out cold. Victory to Blondie!”

Then the crowd started clapping in sync, while stomping on the bleachers, singing a corrupted version of a favorite sports song.

“We will, we will FIGHT YOU!

We will, we will FIGHT YOU!”

And then it got worse! They started chanting:

“Smack her down!

Fuck her sound!

Pass her all around!

That’s what we want from women!”

Kunoichi turned back to her fellow heroines. They all stared back with the same look of horror on their masked faces.

“This is beyond the pale,” Ms Justice whispered. “I just… I can’t… Let’s take them down!”

“Remember, they have no mercy in their hearts,” Kunoichi said. “So we show them no mercy.”

And with that, Kunoichi lifted off the steps and flew the rest of the way down at high speed, her sisters in crime-fighting fast on her heels. They blasted even faster down a short corridor, before Kunoichi spotted the door at the end of hallway. Guarded by two big thugs.

The heroines flew in so fast and furious the guards never had a chance to call the alarm, much less drop into fighting stances. Kunoichi slipped between them to slam feet first into the door. That wooden door shattered, exploded inward as she passed through. Catgirl and Minx took out the guards, while Freedom, Sombra, and Ms Justice followed her into the arena.

The announcer shouted over the speakers, “Masks!”

Pure pandemonium erupted. There was only one way in or out, and the crowd rushed it and the heroines. All the shapely super heroines could do was fly up out of the way and let them go. So they turned their full attention and righteous rage on the men who organized and ran Fight Club.

“Get them!” Kunoichi shouted, flying straight into their leader – Chase Owens. “You’re going to prison for life!”

Chase was six foot six, broad shoulders, and head shaved into a mohawk. His muscled arms and chest were covered in tattoos, most of which were prison tats. The Eurasian beauty delivered a series of flying kicks about his face and shoulders, driving him back against the far wall. Such kicks didn’t deliver the full power an Amazon could generate, due to not being grounded. So when she finally landed before him, Kunoichi could really put some hurt on him.

The fight only lasted a few minutes, and when Kunoichi turned to look around she found the arena all but empty. All that were left were the six super heroines, and fifteen unconscious bad guys. And the two poor women who had just fought, still locked in the cage-like Octagon.

While Kunoichi opened the Octagon, Sombra and Minx searched the side rooms and found all of the other fighters. All of those sobbing, grateful beauties huddled together, holding each other.

Kunoichi pulled her phone out of her right thigh boot. “I’ll call the police if you ladies will tie these reprobates up.” She smiled at the still trembling women. “We’ll get you out of here and back home as quickly as possible.”

~**~**~

Synne City, one week later…

“Shut up,” Kyoko Anderson cried, eyes huge. “There’s no way the courts could release them on bail. They are human traffickers, for the love of God!”

“Sorry, Kunoichi,” Sombra said. “Since you led the raid that took them down, I called you first. Those wicked men are on the street again.”

If Sombra said they were out on bail, then she had to believe it. The lovely Latina had an exceptional finger on the pulse of the local judicial system. She did not spread false information.

“This is… I can’t believe it,” Kyoko said, using her super heroine voice. “Yet, knowing the Synne City courts, I am not surprised.”

The call ended, and Kyoko jumped on her computer to figure out where it all went wrong. She did a deep dive, determining that Chase Owens returned to his home. She tapped into the police server to get the addresses of record for the other men.

Kyoko was still on the computer six hours later when she got another call. This time from Midnight Angel.

“Did you hear?” the African-American heroine asked.

“Yes, Judge Clarence Brown let the Fight Club gang out on bail.”

“That, too, but I was talking about the kidnapping.”

Kyoko froze, jaw dropping. Surely Chase wouldn’t return to business as normal so fast.

“Who was kidnapped?”

“Kylie Kramer.”

She had to stop and think. The name was familiar. Then her face lit up.

“The social media influencer?”

“Exactly.”

“She’s a friggin billionaire! Where was her security?”

“They found her bodyguards gassed unconscious,” Midnight Angel said. “Security footage shows some men dressed in all black like ninjas storming into her mansion, spraying the security men and Kylie with sleeping gas, and then bundling her up and leaving.”

Kyoko’s breath caught, heart skipping a beat. “That’s the MO of the Fight Club gang.”

“I know, Midnight Angel said. “Which’s why I called you first thing. Now we just have to prove it was them.”

“God damn you, Judge Brown! You did this,” Kyoko shouted, venting her fury at the uncaring heavens. “Can you e-mail me the security footage, Midnight Angel?”

“It’s on the way.”

Kyoko was watching the kidnapping moments later. The footage was from a bad angle, black and white, and grainy. She could see exactly what happened. Five men in all black, faces covered, invaded the mansion and raced straight to Kylie. Her security men tried to intervene, but the raiders sprayed them with what looked like bear spray. Whatever those canisters sprayed, at least 20 feet at that, dropped the men unconscious in a matter of seconds. They even sprayed Kylie, before binding her hand and foot, ring-gagging her, and then blindfolding her.

Two raiders then carried her out between them.

“They are pros,” Kyoko whispered. “The entire operation, in and out, a minute and thirty-five seconds. I’m kind of impressed.”

She rushed into her bedroom, head filled with a dozen options.

“This is a job for Kunoichi,” she whispered.

Kyoko pulled out the gym bag with her costume. Then she paused before stripping. She was off work as a TV reporter that day, but was planning to meet friends for happy hour. She had on a cute pink top that hugged her body sweetly, paired with a red mini-skirt, and pink stiletto pumps. Not dressed to fight evil. But it was still daylight, so she couldn’t change into Kunoichi at home and just leave. People would notice and start asking questions.

So she grabbed her gym bag and headed for the door. Within minutes she was pulling out of her complex in her Mustang. She considered her options as she drove, and turned left instead of right at the first intersection.

“I’ll swing by Chase Owens’ place first, then go suit up in private.”

Chase Owens lived in an upscale neighborhood just to the northwest of downtown. It was a single-family home, with four bedrooms, three baths, and a five car garage. His bachelor pad. When she arrived and drove slowly past, she studied the stone and wrought iron fence that surrounded the property. Security cameras were everywhere.

No sneaking up on him, she thought.

It also severely limited what she could do in her civilian guise. So Kyoko thought about where the closest secure place could be, and then the front gate opened and six vehicles sped out. A SUV and sedan led, with a black utility van, and three more SUVs following.

“What’s in that van? Or, whois in that van?”

Kyoko drove out of the house’s security cameras field of view, did a U-turn, and followed the bad guys. They led her a merry chase, driving a good ten to fifteen miles an hour over the speed limit. Finally, they turned down Riverside Road, which paralleled the river. Another ten miles, where they finally pulled into an old industrial park. More than half of the factories and warehouses were empty. Abandoned. The bad guys’ little caravan turned into one of those abandoned warehouses. She watched from afar as one of the bay doors was opened, and all six vehicles drove inside.

“That place is more than big enough to build an octagon, with bleachers for the audience,” she said. She rubbed glossy red lips together as she studied that decrepit looking warehouse. “I got to get eyes on their operation inside.”

It was still full daylight, with no known safe place nearby to suit up. Kyoko parked her car, got out, and snuck around the warehouse next door. Circling around to the back, she snuck over to the place of interest. She eased up to a side door, tested the knob, and found it unlocked.

She opened the door a crack, grinning ear to ear. Her eyes narrowed, all humor bleeding from her lovely face as she surveyed the spacious interior.

“Just as I suspected,” she muttered. “Fight Club is still in business. Looks like they are getting ready for a fight.”

The octagon was already built in the very center. Folding chairs were arrayed all the way around it. Off to her right was a concession area. She shook her head, seeing how the bad guys were trying to milk every cent out of their evil fight nights.

The scrape of a foot behind her made the beautiful young reporter jump and squeak. She whirled around to find two muscle-bound thugs leering at her. Their eyes and expressions spoke of evil intent, and an eagerness to put some hurt on her.

What a sucky time to be depowered, she thought.

“Can we help you, Missy?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” she said. “I’m an investor thinking about buying this place, but it seems to be occupied. I guess I was wrong, and it isn’t for sale. My bad. I’ll go now.”

Kyoko thought that pretty good. One of the thugs even looked like he believed her. The other just leered at her harder. His hands curled into fists, followed by his cohort shifting into fighting mode. Her eyes widened. She was a highly skilled martial artist, but she was also tiny in comparison to those two. She might fight free and escape, but she couldn’t win a straight up fight.

They had her framed in between them. When Kyoko tried to walk between them, the biggest thug reached out with a splayed hand to her boobs and pushed her back a step.

“You ain’t going nowhere, babe.”

“I beg your pardon? I’ll have you know I am…”

And that’s all she got out before he took a swing at her face. She blocked it aside with a forearm, turned, and kicked straight into his ribs. Drove her sharp stiletto hard into him trying to break a rib or two. He grunted, dropping an arm to protect himself, and she thought she’d get away. But the other thug slammed a fist into her back, right into her kidney. The pain was exquisite, sucking all the strength out of her body. And then in a flash they wrestled her to the ground, pulled her arms back to handcuff, and then the man she’d kicked grabbed the back of her head and slammed her face into the ground until she stopped struggling.

“Oooooooooh,” she moaned, barely conscious. Drool and blood oozed out of her mouth and nose to be soaked into the dirt. “Please stop.”

“What the hell is going on out here?” Chase Owens’ voice boomed out of the still open door. “Who is this?”

“Didn’t give a name,” one thug said. “Said she was an investor interested in this building.”

Chase squatted next to her, lifted her head by her hair, and studied her face. She stared back at him, the pain finally subsiding to a level she could start planning her escape. But Chase started to smile. A very cruel smile.

“My friend, you haven’t caught an investor, but an investigator,” Chase said. “This is none other than Action 6 News reporter Kyoko Anderson. Miss Anderson has been getting a reputation as a pretty good investigative reporter, too.” His grin turned vicious as he locked eyes with her. “And what we have here is Miss Kramer’s opponent in the octagon tomorrow night.”

Chase stood up, dragging Kyoko to her stiletto-heeled feet by her hair. He forced the handcuffed beauty to bend over at the waist, upper body parallel to the ground, and then fast walked her inside and to a back corner. Seventeen other young, miserable looking women were there, naked, bound spread-eagle to the wall. She spotted semen on their faces, tits, and inner thighs.

Kyoko’s insides clenched tight. A tiny groan of misery and shame bubbled out.

Once they reached the captives, she noticed they were held to the wall in the most insidious way imaginable. Steel collars attached to the wall encircled their necks. Arms and legs were stretched out and wide, held in place by steel cuffs. And worst of all, there was an apparatus attached to the wall behind them that held two large dildos. Said dildos were all deeply inserted in the captured women.

“Oh, Nonono!” Kyoko begged when her captors started stripping her.

As soon as she was naked, Chase lifted her up and sat her down upon the dildos. Both were well-lubed, so slid up into her with minimal resistance. Her back bowed, head rolling back upon being so cruelly impaled. Then the handcuffs were removed, while Chase held her in place and the two thugs wrestled her arms up, and locked her wrists in cuffs. Then they spread her legs and locked them down as well.

Kyoko found herself at the very end, next to Kylie Kramer. They shared a look of pure misery, and then dropped their heads to await their fates.

Chase grabbed Kyoko’s face, forcing her to look up into his evil eyes.

“This is Fight Club, Kyoko. Tomorrow night you will fight Kylie, the girl next to you,” he said. “The winner will be set free. The loser will be auctioned off on the Dark Web at the end of the night. The loser will spend the rest of her life as some rich bastard’s sex slave. So you better put your best effort into winning. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I understand you are all sick, loathsome monsters.”

“Good,” he said, grinned, and marched away. “Tomorrow, you and Kylie are the main event. Your fates will be decided at that time.”

~**~**~

Fight night found Kyoko once again locked and impaled on the wall, spread-eagle and vulnerable as the audience began to file in. All of the women slated to fight were put on display, now with well oiled bodies, lots of shiny jewelry, and high heeled ankle boots. From 5PM to 6PM the audience members were allowed to crowd around the fight girls, and let their hands and lips roam. Only about a dozen men fondled, or otherwise molested, Kyoko. The men were mainly focused on Kylie Kramer. Kyoko felt so bad for her.

The captured girls were pulled off the wall two at a time, starting at the opposite end of the line on the wall. The other captured women were forced to watch them fight, win and lose. Kyoko wasn’t sure what the other women felt watching, knowing that was their fate. And it would determine if they escaped sexual slavery, or were sold into it.

The process of removing the women from the wall and taking them to the octagon sent a chill up Kyoko’s spine. The Fight Club staff first used vibrators pressed against the women’s clits to force them to climax. That left the fighters dazed, weak and confused. The men pulled them off the wall, ball-gagged them, handcuffed them, and then put hobble chains between their ankles. Only then did they slowly lead those poor girls through the crowd, countless hands reaching out to fondle their naked bodies, and into the cage. And then they were released.

Most of the women fought with desperate frenzy, consumed with terror. A few put up no fight, just collapsing into sobbing puddles of shame and misery. They got a lot of boos from the audience, and then got gangbanged by the handlers to give the audience some kind of show.

The first fight lasted eight minutes. The second less than five. After the fights, winners and losers were returned to their spot on the wall. Once again double impaled and locked spread-eagle.

There were a lot of captive women, with a good fifteen minute gap between fights. So hours passed before the Main Event. As her time in the octagon got closer, Kyoko felt her insides tensing. While she had no doubt her martial arts training would give her the advantage against Kylie, despite the billionaire social media influencer being good four inches taller at five foot ten, and with a larger, curvier body. Kylie’s rock hard abs showed she worked out hard, so was in stellar shape. But she was so girlie-girlie. No way could she outfight Kyoko.

Yet… Is it wrong of me to win knowing she’ll be condemned to sexual slavery?

That super heroine need and desire to help and never hurt the innocent was messing up her head. But if she let Kylie defeat her, she’d be sold overseas into sex slavery instead. She’d vanish forever, forced to serve the most vile men imaginable – pimps and soulless “collectors.” But if she won, the Fight Club gang promised to set her free.

As a free woman I can call up more heroines and come back to rescue these poor girls before they are shipped out to their new masters.

The biggest problem was she didn’t know just how fast they’d set her free, or how quickly they’d start shipping the losers out. She didn’t know what to do. What was proper for her to do? Lose and suffer the consequences to save Kylie from that ultimate shame and humiliation? Or win and try to save as many of, if not all of, those poor women?

“Hello, Kyoko,” a man said, pressing up close. It was the big brute that originally captured her. “Your turn in the Octagon, baby.”

With a big, ugly leer on his face, the human trafficker turned on the vibrator in his hand. Her eyes widened as it buzzed in her face. Then he pressed it to one of her nipples. Kyoko gasped, never imagining that nipples responded to vibrators so well. The sexiest sensations jolted down into her down, into her stretched out pussy. She felt pre-cum starting to fill her vagina, leaking out around the edges. Her back bowed and eyes closed.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “Please don’t.”

“Babycakes, you’ll have to beg prettier than that,” he sneered.

“Oooh, my God,” Kylie cried out, an incredulous look on her face.

Kyoko looked down at the vibrator Kylie’s handler pressed against her clit. The rich girl’s belly was sucked way in, body trembling, and hands clawing at thin air. That girl was really feeling it.

And then a vibrator was pressed against Kyoko’s clit. The busty Eurasian’s breath caught, eyes incredulous. Her back bowed as her insides quivered and melted into a white hot lump. And her insides erupted.

“Aaagggh!” Kyoko screamed, bucking insanely. And she climaxed again. And again.

The poor captured reporter quickly lost the ability to focus enough to count how many times she climax. Her body quivered insanely as machinegun climaxes claimed her. Kyoko’s mind melted, all thoughts vanishing in that orgy of physical pleasure.

And then it stopped as abruptly as it started. Head spinning, Kyoko gasped and whimpered, unable to focus, body still quivering like crazy. She felt large male hands on her body, unfastening her restraints. One wrapped his arms around her body, face deep in her cleavage, to lift her off the twin dildos impaling her.

Her legs trembled and also failed when she was set down. Two men, one on each arm, held her up while another put a hobble chain on her, and then pulled her arms back to handcuff. Last, and most distressing, he forced a ball-gag into her mouth, strapping it snuggly in place.

Her eyes finally focused, her mind following a few seconds later. She noticed Kylie already being led to the cage. The audience was molesting her outrageously. Kyoko saw a man thrust a finger up that poor girl’s anus. For her part, Kylie squeaked and gasped, but otherwise was kept silent by the ball-gag.

Her handler gave her leash a tug. Kyoko blinked. She didn’t recall being collared. Where did that leash come from?

How out of it was I just a moment ago?

Kyoko started walking. Following. Taking fast, tiny steps to keep up. Did they really need to hobble the fighters? Well, maybe her. And all thoughts vanished other than all the hands grabbing her tits and butt. Yanking her hair. Fingering her pussy and sphincter. A lot of men pinched her butt, a few slapped it. Countless hands groped her tits, pinched and pulled her nipples. So many hands. All at once. It overwhelmed her senses, leaving her dizzy and discombobulated by the time she reached the entrance into the Octagon.

Once inside, Kyoko was able to settle down. Her raging, and outraged, mind slowly settled down. Kylie stood across the mat from her, looking freaked out, as her handlers removed her restraints. Kyoko just stood there and let men strip off her bindings and remove the ball-gag. Finally, the women were pushed to the center of the octagon to face each other, with a referee to one side.

Kylie stared at her with tears welling up, but otherwise looking so amazing and sexy in shiny gold chandelier earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and navel ring. Her body was shiny with oil, and stiletto ankle boots finished out her sexy look. Worse, Kyoko was dressed the same.

The absurdity of it all boggles the mind, Kyoko thought. What kind of man wants to see glammed up, oiled up young women forced to fight each other?

“This is Fight Club!” the referee said, a large black man. “Winner takes out. Loser is sold into slavery.” He gave each woman a fierce look, and then nodded. “Fight!”

“Well, that was abrupt,” Kyoko said.

Kylie kicked straight up between Kyoko’s legs. The pointy toe of her sexy little boot connected with the Amazon’s highly sensitive, incredible aroused clit. Intense agony ripped up into the Eurasian’s core, bending her over clutching her abused cunt.

Fury erupted deep within the busty Amazon. She cried out and punched Kylie in the solar plexus. The social media darling let out a sobbing gasp, doubling over. The poor thing struggled to regain her breath, but Kyoko moved to end the fight. Before the Eurasian even considered if she should, she pounded an elbow into Kylie’s temple.

Kylie Kramer dropped like a rock, out cold.

“Winner is Kyoko Anderson!” the referee shouted, lifting the Amazon’s hand high. “Kylie Kramer’s pathetic ass will be auctioned off in a few minutes!”

Kyoko looked down at Kylie in horror. What have I done!

Before she really wrapped her head around beating up Kylie, and thus condemning her to a life of sexual slavery and abuse, one of the staff slapped a damp cloth over her nose and mouth. Kyoko sucked in a deep breath in surprise, and instantly realized her mistake.

Chloroform! Nonono!

The oxygen deprived beauty quickly succumbed to the heady fumes, and her eyes fluttered shut. The serene embrace of darkness claimed her.

~**~**~

Someone slapped her face. Not hard. Just rude.

“Wake up,” a male voice demanded.

Another slap, but a little harder. Kyoko groaned, shook her head, and writhed. Was that large male hands on her body? Her very naked feeling body? Who was touching her anus so roughly? And her pussy felt like it was going crazy.

Why am I so hot and tingly?

Brown eyes fluttered open. It was dark, and she wasn’t alone. Multiple men surrounded her. Groping her boobs, butt, and…

“Hey, now, don’t touch me there,” she slurred out.

Everything shifted and spun, and she felt like she’d fall off the world. The dizziness made her stomach churn. And then she realized exactly the depth of her predicament. Men weren’t touch and probing her pussy and ass. They were FUCKING her in both places. At the same time.

“Ugh. Ugh,” she grunted in sync with their thrusts. “Why? Ooooooh. Too much.”

“Naw, girl,” the man beneath her said. “It’s never too much. You’re body is a wonderland, and you are so fucking tight.”

Kyoko blinked at the sneering man. She so wanted to slap that look off his face. But her body felt so weak, so… Hot and tingly. Her pussy throbbed and ached so intensely. Just throbbing, sending the most incredible sensations rippling through her overheated body.

Looking left and right, she spotted another four men surrounding her. They were in a moving van. It was night. The only illumination was the street lights through the front windows. And then her two “lovers” really started slamming it home, fucking her like men possessed. Oh, and how she felt those two cocks ravishing her body.

“Double penetration? Me?” she gasped out. “Who are you?”

It took another moment before her head settled down. Then she truly understood her situation. Kyoko found herself straddling a large man, impaled upon his cock as he thrust up into her hard and fast. Another equally as big and rough man sprawled atop her, happily thrusting up her ass. The man behind her suddenly yanked her head back by her hair, while the man underneath her stopped slapping her face and occupied both hands molesting her jostling tits.

“I think this bimbo is as coherent as she’s going to be,” the guy beneath her said.

“Good,” the butt-fucker said straight into her ear. His hot breath tickled. “Listen up, Miss Stuck-up TV Reporter Girl. We’re about to release you back into the wild. Don’t talk to the cops, or anyone, about Fight Club. If we even think you are continuing to investigate us, or you are cooperating with the cops, then we’ll snatch her skanky wallowed out ass back up for another fight.”

“You don’t want that,” the guy below her said. “Believe me. You don’t want that.”

Kyoko wanted to deliver some biting insult, but her body changed. Everything changed, because that surge to climax consumed her thoughts. She wanted to stop it. Needed to stop it, but her insides erupted like never before.

“Aaaaaggh!”

“Thar she blows,” butt fucker sneered. “You think she’s into rough sex?”

“Definitely,” the other guy said and they laughed.

Both men fucked Kyoko through her climax, and through the next one. They then thrust deep into her at the same time, held their cocks balls-deep inside her, and filled her up with their spunk. All she felt was relief that it was over before they make her come again.

“My turn,” another man said.

Kyoko was forced to her back, and fucked missionary. And then another man mounted her. And another. The van stopped just as the last man mounted the beautiful Eurasian. He banged her through yet another climax, leaving Kyoko’s head spinning.

The side door opened. Two men seized Kyoko, lifted her up, and threw her into a trash dumpster.

“If you know what’s good for you, girl, disappear.”

~**~**~

Two days later, 11:42 PM…

Kyoko sat in her car, head resting on the steering wheel. She’d just endured two long days of police questioning about her kidnapping and forced cage fight with Kylie Kramer. Word was that poor Kylie was indeed sold in a Dark Web auction. Gone.

“Kylie, Kylie, Kylie. The other girls sold into the world wide human trafficking web are barely afterthoughts for the cops or media. All anyone cares about is finding Kyle.”

That told her where she would’ve been in everyone’s mind if she lost the fight and was auctioned off. Indeed, few cared about all of the other girls Fight Club kidnapped, abused, and sold into white slavery after previous fight nights. All that mattered were the lost celebrities, and then not all of them garnered much sympathy.

“It’s a cold, cruel world,” she whispered. Then her eyes hardened. “And no one is colder, crueler than a loathsome human trafficker like Chase Owens.”

The Eurasian beauty started the Mustang. She left the police headquarters’ parking lot and drove east. She quickly found the industrial park. A fire the previous year left the area all but deserted, with more than two thirds of the businesses burned to the ground, and the rest heavily damaged. The owners were still working out settlements with insurance companies, so no one had even started rebuilding.

Perfect for her purpose.

Kyoko found a burnt out factory where she could drive into the roofless shell. She got out, popped the trunk, and started stripping. When she only had on a pair of black stiletto pumps, Kyoko dug into her gym bag, pulling out her Kunoichi lace-up thigh boots first. The black, stiletto-heeled boots protected her feet from all the trash and ash on the floor while she pulled on her black costume, with golden trim and butterfly decorations. The halter-like wrap dress was double-slitted, with a plunging neckline to show off her cleavage. A golden leather cincher went tightly around her narrow waist, followed by a black mask glued to her face. Then she snapped a black, steel choker around her neck.

“I am Kunoichi,” she whispered as the enchanted choker locked into place.

The magic of the Object of Power surged through her shapely body. The beautiful super heroine gasped, body suddenly energized with Power. A very erotic surge at that. Her sex throbbed, all tingly hot and achy for a long moment. She pulled on golden opera gloves, before strapping on black steel bracers. And finally, she pulled her waist-length dark-brown hair back into a high pony, tied with a golden ribbon.

“Time to mete some well-deserved justice,” Kunoichi said, eyes narrowing and gloved hands curling into fists. “I will exact my pound of flesh tonight.”

Her head filled with her fight night against Kylie Kramer. Kunoichi’s face burned when she remembered defeating that poor, innocent girl and thus condemned her to a life of sexual slavery. Asha had warned her against letting survivor’s guilt consume her, but it was so hard.

“Funny how I’m obsessed with my part in Kylie’s fate, yet barely even think about how those evil men used and abused my body during captivity,” she muttered. A memory of Chase forcing her to kneel between his knees, wrists handcuffed behind her back, while he titty fucked her, and then came all over her face and boobs returned. Her dark eyes hardened, hands curled into fists. “I’ll take an extra pound of flesh for that crime against women.”

Kunoichi lifted straight up. No roof, after all. She flew toward the west, toward Chase Owens’ house. She found it lit up, but no cars in the driveway. Did that mean he was alone? She’d never found any evidence that he had a girlfriend.

Circling the house, she looked for any movement inside. Not finding any, Kunoichi swooped down at a window in back. She slammed into it feet first, shattering the glass as she flew through to land on hardwood floors.

“Chase! Show your ugly face, you monster!”

A deep male voice started cursing. Kunoichi raced toward it, finding that evil man in a study. He was just powering the laptop off, making her wonder what valuable evidence was in it. She thought of the Truth Medallion hanging off her choker. The spell within would make him open that laptop back up and show her what he is trying to hide. No problem.

Kunoichi smiled as she raced straight at him.

“You have no right to break into my – ”

That’s all he had time to say before the busty Eurasian plowed into him, driving a shoulder into his belly while she flew under full power. Despite him being three times her weight and mass, the super heroine drove him straight back itno the wall. Sheetrock caved in, framed picture rattled off to fall and shatter on the floor. Kunoichi punched him three times in as many seconds, before slamming her knee into his ribs and delivering a right cross to his face.

Chase took all of her super-powered abuse, and gave as good as he got. He punched Kunoichi in the ribs, and then got a firm hold of her costume. Throwing her against the wall, Chase moved in to finish her, but Kunoichi kicked straight up into his chin.

As he stumbled back, the busty super-strong beauty flew above him, past him, and landed facing him while blocking the door and escaped. Chase did try to run, and she grinned at the surprised look on his face.

“Looking for me?”

“Yes,” another male voice said outside the study.

Kunoichi slanted a startled look over her shoulder. A large, brutal looking man scowled at her. Then he lifted a canister, and sprayed her in the face.

“Aaiiee!” she cried, realizing her mistake. Memories of Kylie’s security video returned unbidden, where she’d watched the kidnappers rushing in and spraying everyone with some super fast sleeping drug. “Oh no.”

The shapely super heroine felt her limbs long limp, while darkness closed in all around. She tried to fly away, to save herself, but she dropped to her knees instead. Chase suddenly loomed over her, seizing her ponytail and forcing her to look up. She turned up the saddest eyes, knowing she’d screwed up and lost.

“I…” she gasped, and the darkness dragged her down.

~**~**~

“Fuck this bitch!” Chase snarled, and punched her in the face. “Give me a hand, Kurt.”

Her dropped to one knee beside as Kunoichi collapsed to curl up next to him. He and Kurt stretched her out on the floor, arms by her side. Chase reached down to her face, and slowly peeled off her mask.

“It’s that reporter, Kyoko,” Kurt said.

“Well fuck me,” Chase said. “We had the heroine number one of my to get list and didn’t even know it. Well, she won’t fare so well this time.”

Chase pulled out her super heroine phone and tossed it to Kurt.

“Shove that down the garbage disposable before any of her heroine friends can track her down via GPS.”

While Kurt destroyed her phone, and her only hope of rescue, Chase found the latch on her steel choker, and removed her Object of Power. Then he pulled zip-ties out of her thigh boots. He bound her wrists behind her back first, then bound her ankles. Finally, he hurried over to another room to fetch some BDSM gear. Moments later, he had a hobble chain buckled around her ankles and then trapped her arms inside black leather bondage sleeve.

“Never looked better,” he sneered. Then he pulled her up and claimed her slack lips in a deep kiss, before he pulled her costume open to expose her large, firm tits. “Sweet.”

Chase motorboated Kunoichi, fondling her tits, fingering her pussy, and squeezing her butt until she finally woke up. Then, just as her eyes fluttered open, he shoved his cock into her mouth as she stared up at him in horror.

“Huuummmm!” she screamed.

“I knew one of you Goodie-Two-Shoe heroines would show up. I’m just glad it was you, Kunoichi.”

Chase held her ponytail tightly, and forced Kunoichi up and down his erection. She grunted and groaned, struggling to escape her bindings to no avail. Kunoichi screamed in frustrated fury. She fought him as the sound of the garbage disposal grinding loudly filled the house. A few minutes later her eyes glazed over when he flooded her mouth with hot, viscous come. Then he pulled out, forced her to kneel, and ripped off her black thongs.

“You misogynistic pig,” she gasped out breathlessly. She swallowed two more times, and then licked her lips. “I hope…ooooh…hope you enjoyed yourself, because...ooooh.” She pressed her forehead against the floor when he thrust deep into her tight pussy. “Ugggh. Oooh. Enjoy, you sick monster, because I will get my vengeance!”

“You are wrong, O Kunoichi,” he sneered. “Vengeance is mine, as is your sweet ass.”

The leader of the Fight Club gang’s fingers dug into her well-rounded hips, holding her tight while his big dick pistoned into her hot, wet tightness deeper and deeper. Her head lolled around, eyes rolling up, as tiny animal sounds escaped her full red lips. Kunoichi grimaced and grunted, a dozen emotions fighting for her face for a few minutes while she lost control of her body. Her insides melted into a fluttery hot mess, pussy aching and throbbing.

It got hotter and hotter in there, her breathing became fast and shallow as her libido went crazy. She felt the hot tingles flowing throughout her shapely body, body starting to tremble and buck. And then she felt it, that rise to climax made her breath whoosh out as her eyes widened into an incredulous expression.

“Aaaaagggh!” she screamed when her insides erupted into molten bliss.

Kurt returned, grinned at her, and grabbed her face with both hands. He held her eyes for a long minute while Chase continued to pound that pussy.

“You look so much prettier without that stupid mask, Kyoko,” he said.

“What?” she cried, eyes darting left and right. She spotted her mask off to her left, just a foot away from her all-important Object of Power, and then she looked back up at Kurt with horror. “What have you done?”

“We own you now.”

Kurt kissed her, before forcing her face into his lap. He guided his cock to her mouth, and Kunoichi started sucking right off. She wiggled and bucked, moaned and groaned while spit-roasted between those two evil men.

They didn’t give her Amazon body time to recover from that last climax. Kunoichi felt her body responding to all their efforts. Mostly she felt that big dick sliding in and out of her pussy, stretching her out so sweetly. Her pussy continued to throb with achy need. She felt so hot and wet around his erection, while his nutsack kept slapping her clit.

Oh, she felt that too. Even Kurt’s cock reaming out her mouth filled her with the feels, pushing her closer and closer to losing herself in sex. The Curse of the Amazons sat foremost in her concerns as she felt herself pushed to the threshold yet again.

“Aaaagggh!” Kunoichi screamed around that cock. She bucked and writhed, while the two men continued pounding her from both ends. “Mmmmmmgh.”

“That’s what I love most about captured heroines,” Chase gasped out. “They really get into sex. They will suck and fuck anyone after an orgasm or two.”

Kurt forced his cock to the back of her throat and unleashed his seed. Kunoichi gagged and garbled cum for a long moment while he shot is wads five times. Finally, he pulled out and grinned at so much of his spunk drooling out of her lips, down her chin. And then he forced a ring gag in, buckling it around her head.

And then he blindfolded the busty super heroine.

Kunoichi bucked and writhed in the dark, while Kurt played with her tits and nipples, and Chase reamed out her pussy doggie style. It only took a moment before another climax began to build up. Hot tears started to soak her blindfold when she felt the Curse looming over her. Already it was almost impossible to form a coherent thought. One more climax and…

“Put the nip clamps on her,” Chase gasped out.

And he did. Kunoichi screamed and bucked when the first was clamped down tight on her hypersensitive left nipple. She screamed through the ring gag and shook her boobs in a vain attempt to dislodge the nipple clamp. And then Kurt tightly, painfully pinched her right nipple, pulling it out, and clamping it.

“Aaaaiiiee!”

“I think she likes it, bro,” Kurt said, sounding so amused she wanted to punch him in the face.

“You know she does. Super heroines are all raging bondage sluts.”

Kunoichi’s breath caught. That rush to climax consumed her trembling, tingling insides. She tried with all her heart to stop it, but couldn’t even slow its rise. And then her insides erupted with pure Nirvana. Pure, unadulterated bliss pulsed out from her core, over and over and over.

“Aaaagggh!”

All thought stilled. Her mind became serene. Waiting for whatever Chase wanted. Open to suggestion. Eager to please. The Curse of the Amazons.

“Fucking take that,” Chase shouted as he came deep inside her body.

He pushed Kunoichi off his cock to lie curled up and quivering. Cum and spittle drooled out, while more cum oozed out of her pussy. Chase grinned down at his new plaything.

“That felt good,” he said. “We finally put it to one of those snooty super heroines.”

“Slapped her down like a two-bit whore,” Kurt said. “And we made her like it.”

Kunoichi was dragged to her unsteady feet. She teetered atop her stilettos, knees wobbly after so many climaxes. It only took a moment before she began to feel strength bleed back into her legs and stood up straighter, prouder.

“She’s getting her attitude back,” Kurt said.

“Want last,” Chase said. He buckled a black leather collar around her neck. After attaching a leash, he gave him a tug and threw her off balance. “Come with me. Heel, Kunoichi.”

She screamed in frustration, but had no choice but take a step forward to the limit of her hobble chain. And then another step, and another. That’s when she overextended, tripped, and fell to her knees with a grunt of pain.

“Oh, poor thing. That hurt without your choker, didn’t it?” Chase taunted. “Too bad, because I’m selling that magic item on the Dark Web tonight. We’ll get almost as much for it as we’ll get selling you.”

Kunoichi was led through the mansion hobbled and blindfolded, feelings of helplessness and hopelessness filling her heart and soul. Had she finally made that mistake that ended her super heroine career?

~**~**~

Five days later. Fight night…

They had twenty captured women. Ten fights. Kunoichi had spent five days and nights with them. All of them were passed around, sometimes gangbanged, by the Fight Club staff. Sometimes even Chase came over to indulge in their feminine charms. Mostly, Chase liked to fuck Kunoichi in front of everyone, usually while she was bound tightly in some bondage contraption. Every one of the captured beauties had to perform every sexual act imaginable before fight night. Their bodies were then oiled up nice and shiny, black stiletto ankle boots adorned their feet, and their hair and makeup was done to slutty perfection.

Only the super heroine was dressed differently. Kunoichi was given her costume back, sans thong and choker. She even was allowed to glue her mask back on her face for the first time since capture.

All of the girls were paraded out, up and down the aisles. The paying customers groped and fondled them. Swatting butts. Pinching tits. All forms of misogynistic treatment was heaped upon them.

Kunoichi, bound spread-eagle against the wall and on display, had to watch each and every fight. The other women were forced to kneel in line before the heroine, wrists handcuffed behind their backs as they waited their turn in the Octagon.

The busty Eurasian beauty worried her lip while watching the other girls fight. None of them had any training, so their fights were just scratching, screaming, hair-pulling catfights. She knew she would fight something, as the Main Event, but no one had told her who it would be. That couldn’t be good.

Two-by-two, the captive beauties were led into the Octagon over several hours. The winner in their relatively short fights was bond and taken away, while the loser was gangbanged in the Octagon on camera. Afterwards, she was bound hand and foot and dumped against the wall near Kunoichi.

Until finally…

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight in our Main Event,” their deep-bass announcer said over the speaker system. “One of Synne City’s premier super heroines, Kunoichi herself, was captured while she harassed us earlier this week.”

She noticed two of the professional grade cameras swung around to her spread-eagle on the wall. She couldn’t stop herself. Kunoichi writhed and struggled against her bonds, humiliation winning over a desire to remain stoic to keep their evil pleasure dampened. The audience cheered and jeered.

“Tonight, Kunoichi will fight for her freedom!” he shouted. “If she wins her bout, we set her free. If she loses… Oh boy, are we going have some fun! And then… And then… Kunoichi will be auctioned out with the rest of tonight’s losers!”

The audience went wild. They stomped, clapped, and shouted enthusiastically. She turned her face, closing her eyes. No one cared that she fought for them, for their right to live free and safe in the world. All they cared about was satisfying their dark, carnal yearnings at her expense.

“Unleash the Kraken! I mean, Kunoichi.”

That got a laugh. She glared at the announcer.

Chase walked up with a collar and leash in hand. He stared into her angry, sullen eyes as he slowly, dramatically buckled the collar around her slender neck. Then Bull and Kurt released her legs from the shackles, only to lock a hobble chain between her legs. The two thugs wrestled her arms back, and locked handcuffs around her wrists. Kunoichi screamed as she struggled against the handcuffs.

“She’s small for a heroine, but she’s got spirit!” the announcer’s voice boomed.

Chase headed for the Octagon. Kunoichi leaned back and fought him every step of the way. She bucked, twisted, and struggled in any way she could in a vain attempt to keep herself out of the Octagon.

Audience members, mostly men grinning with wicked glee, pawed at her body as she was half-dragged down the aisle. They copped feels of her boobs and butt. Some managed to get hands on her uncovered pussy, crowing to one and all just how hot and WET she was down there. She so wanted to punch them in the face, or kick them senseless.

It took a few minutes, but with Kurt and Bull’s help, Chase got Kunoichi into the Octagon. She was dragged to the very center. Then they removed her collar and hobble chain.

“Hai!” she cried, dropping into a defensive stance.

The three men stepped back, equally spaced around her. Kunoichi looked them over, and then looked out at the gleeful looking audience. Finally she scowled at the cameras surrounding the Octagon.

A Fight Club staff member came up to the locked gate, a black lock box in hand. He took a moment to unlock it, and pulled out her choker! Kunoichi’s breath caught. Would they? Did they dare?

The choker was quickly passed into the Octagon to Chase. He lifted it up, grinning at her. Chase stepped closer and closer, and extended the choker out to her. Kunoichi watched him warily, while all senses on alert against one of the other two men launching a sneak attack. Finally, the choker was within reach.

Kunoichi snatched it out of his hand in a flash. She never hesitated, snapping it around her neck as she dropped low and spun around to fend off any attack. No attack came at her, but then the magic within the choker lanced into her body, empowering her with the most erotic sensations rippling through her flesh. Her libido spiked, but she sucked in a deep breath to calm herself down.

“And now Kunoichi, Synne City’s most feared super heroine, is empowered to her full strength and glory!” the announcer declared to cheers and gasps. “Rumor is, that super heroines are as strong as ten men. Well, we disagree. Three men will stand against her tonight. That means she should easily dispatch them, being three times their combined strength.” He paused for dramatic effect. The bell rang in Round One. “Time to find out! FIGHT!”

Kunoichi didn’t wait for an attack. She threw herself at the main man, Chase. He ducked under her right cross, lifted his leg to block her follow up kick at his crotch, and then took a swing at her face. The super heroine dodged his swing, but had to abandon her attack when Bull charged in. She flew up to slam into the all-encompassing fencing.

Bull grabbed the back of her leather cincher, yanking her back down to the floor. Chase raced up to slam a fist into her ribs, and then Bull punched her in the back of the head. She grunted and groan, but spun into a kick to Chase’s face. That sent him stumbling back, while she dropped to one knee, spun around to face Bull, and delivered three quick punches to his genitals. The big man screamed like a little girl, and then stumbled away.

Kurt slammed into her before Kunoichi could decide to end either Chase’s or Bull’s fight. They traded punches, blocking most. Then she got past his defenses to deliver a brutal punch to the throat. Clutching his abused neck, Kurt turned and tried to escape. Kunoichi tripped him, before driving him face down into the mat with both knees, and using her power of flight to press harder. Then she punched him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.

She noticed the crowd was watching in stunned silence. She grinned.

Stupid men. None of them believes a mere woman, not even a super heroine, can defeat a man in a fight, she thought. Fools, one and all.

“Fight Club ends tonight!” she shouted. Now let’s see how strong that gate is.

Kunoichi turned toward the gate. She flew at it, just four feet off the mat. Chase tackled her out of the air just two feet short of it. They went tumbled up against the fencing, both punching and kneeing furiously. Both managed to avoid any disabling blows, so quickly rolled apart and dropped into fighting stances.

“No one leaves until the fight is over, Super Slut.”

“I’m going to knock your teeth down your throat, Chase.”

“Well, you will try,” he sneered. “Bull.”

Kunoichi cried out as she spun around to confront the larger man. But Bull was sitting up across the Octagon, shaking the cobwebs out. She realized her mistake too late.

“Ugh!” she cried when Chase slammed a fist over her left kidney. She spun around to face him, but received a brutal punch in the solar plexus. “Ah!”

All of her breath whooshed out with that last punch. The Eurasian beauty gasped, eyes huge, as she struggled to inflate her lungs again. Chase didn’t give her time, slamming a fist into the side of her head, before bringing a knee up into her solar plexus. AGAIN.

“Ugh,” she grunted, dropping to all fours as she gasped for air.

The besieged heroine noticed Chase charging her. It took all she had, but Kunoichi used her power of flight to go straight up and slam into the overhead fencing. She couldn’t bust through, but it gave her a moment’s respite to recover. Or so she hoped. Chase proved her wrong by leaping up, grabbing hold of her front flap of skirt dangling down, and dragging her back down.

Bull returned to the fight at that time, pounding an uppercut to her face before she reached the ground. That flipped her over and onto her back. Chase drove both feet into her belly, doubling the heroine up. And then Kurt raced up to kick her in the head.

The lights went out.

“Victory to MEN!” the announcer shouted in joy. “Kunoichi has fallen. The heroine is vanished to the realms of sexual slavery!”

Chase immediately removed her choker, tossing it the other side of the Octagon.

“Unleash on her!” Chase cried, and ripped Kunoichi’s black and gold costume “dress” off. The young beauty in just mask, gloves, and boots was dragged to her knees, then to her wobbly feet. Chase bent her over double, and thrust up her ass.

“Aaaiieee!”

“That woke her up,” the announcer’s voice boomed to raucous laughter.

Chase leaned back, one arm around Kunoichi’s body, and lifted her off her feet. Bull moved up, dropped his pants, and lifted her legs straight up. With her stiletto-heeled feet over his shoulders, the massive monster of a man slowly penetrated her pussy. Stretched her little hole out so painfully.

“Ugggh! Help me.”

“No help for you, heroine,” Bull said, and happily thrust into her twat with wild abandon. Chase grabbed her chin, even as he thrust into her poop chute harder and faster. He turned her face to the side, then lifted it. He stared triumphantly into her glazed, sad eyes. And then he claimed her glossy red lips in deep, demanding kiss. “Mmm. This chick tastes sweet as honey.”

Kunoichi gasped and cried out, but mostly she grunted and groaned, head rocking. Her life lay in ruin, her mind trapped in chaos. All she knew was intense pain and please, underscored with soul numbing humiliation. Defeated. Beaten down. And now she was the spoils, to be used and abused as her masters wanted.

“Let the auction begin with Kunoichi!” Chase gasped out. “Starting the bidding at five hundred thousand.”

“W-What?” she cried.

So hard to think, but that seemed a lot of money. But then she heard the announcing action as auctioneer. The bidding was all online, conducted on the Dark Web. Kunoichi didn’t think anyone in and audience was bidding, but maybe they could.

“Seven hundred thousand from Saudia Arabia.”

Kunoichi blinked. So much. But her only thought was, It’s Saudi Arabia, no Saudia.

Bull took the opportunity to pinch both of her nipples, and TWIST.

“Aaaiiee! Oh! Oh!” she cried, and felt her body change. “Nonono!”

Her body erupted with mind-number fury. Her climax pulsed through her oversexed body.

“Aaaaagggh!”

Her mind stilled, expression going from incredulous to blank. Both men continued to ream her out like bosses, until she came again. And again. And yet again.

Finally, Bull, then Chase climaxed, and filled her pussy and ass with their hot, thick seed. They dumped her onto the floor, where she writhed as tiny sounds of pleasure bubbled out of her slack lips. ]

“Kunoichi, you are mine. Say it.”

“I am yours,” she whispered breathlessly.

“As you can see, the Curse of the Amazons has seized her. In this state, her mind is easily remolded,” Chase said into the camera. “Her master need only fuck her stupid, and then he can remold her mind, thoughts, even her very psyche to be exactly what he wants in a hot, sexy, eager to please fuck toy.”

The bids, at one million one hundred thousand, suddenly surged in a fury of bidding. Kunoichi lay on the mat, head spinning, insides energized and ready to play, while listening to the auctioneer. In very short order the auction ended.

“Two million, three hundred and fifty thousand American dollars!” the announcer cried. “Going once. Going twice. SOLD for two million, three-fifty to our friend in Russia. Fare thee well, Kunoichi!”

Darkness sucked the heroine down as the crowd cheered, stomped, and just celebrated her ultimate defeat and debasement. Chase grinned down at her, filled with the thrill of victory. Another heroine lost and gone. He could resell that fight video of years to come. It was a good day for Fight Club.

The End