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For the console version, use your console's keybindings. Typically, you can scroll with your mouse, or Ctrl+arrow-keys, Ctrl+PgUp/Down, etc. You can also chain commands by separating them with semi-colons (i.e. a;1 will attack target 1 in combat).
This game is for adults only. Please quit the game if you are not 18 years of age or older (21 in some places).
This version of the game features the following in rough order of prevalence:
Selectable gender (we're gonna call it X).
Disciplinary F/X,X/F,F/F spankings.
Thongs/G-strings/Other varieties of sexy panties that expose one's bum..
Disciplinary M/X,M/F spankings.
Romance with a dominant bisexual dude.
Romance with a submissive bisexual lady.
Disciplinary X/M spankings.
If these are your cup of tea, continue playing. If not, the source code is released under the GPLv3, and the content under the Creative Commons Attribution ShareAlike. So feel free to modify it to suit your tastes.
Scarlette wiggled her hips in a desperate attempt to alleviate the stinging burn.
The fingers of Buzzsaw's left hand dug into the small of Scarlette's back and she unleashed a flurry of searing smacks to Scarlette's shaking cheeks, the sharp cracks echoing throughout the quiet district.
Scarlette yipped, and her toes curled beneath the onslaught. She squeezed her eyes shut and struggled to hold back hot tears.
"Nice to hear you're not a total idiot," said Buzzsaw, giving Scarlette's left cheek a hard smack. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was just about to solve my little problem."
Scarlette and Juliana entered the building. They eased the door shut, and Scarlette leaned against it.
Juliana frowned. "That forcefield thing is probably taking a lot out of you. Try not to use it more than necessary."
"I'll try," said Scarlette. "Don't really know how, but whatever."
Juliana explored the office building. "There's a lot of junk here. Like more junk than Mamas' got, and I didn't even think that was possible. Most of it looks recent, too."
Scarlette grunted. She rested the back of her head against the door and closed her eyes.
Juliana fired again. The beam struck Buzzsaw in the gut, but the lunatic's grin just widened. She took another step forward.
Juliana fired again, and again, and again. With each shot, the weapon's whine got a bit more high-pitched. Every beam struck Buzzsaw in the chest, but they just made her grin wider.
"That tickles," hissed the gang leader. "Do it again."
Juliana let out a frightened mewling sound, and chucked the gun at Buzzsaw's face.
Buzzsaw caught the weapon, and shook her head like a disappointed parent. "Tut tut. So naughty. I'm thinking Glogirl isn't the only one who could use a good spanking." She crushed the weapon with a loud crackle.
The stunner exploded.
The entire building shook, Scarlette's ears rang, and spots appeared in her vision where Buzzsaw had been.
"Yeah, prolly," said Juliana. "But I won't be getting it from you."
She crouched and helped Scarlette regain her feet.
"Alright why don't you sit down-"
Scarlette glared at Sam.
"It was just a suggestion," said Sam, his lips trying to twitch into a smile. "Well, make yourself comfortable-"
Scarlette glared at Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine. Stand there and pout. Juliana, it's your turn. Assume the position."
Juliana sighed and stood. She turned around, and clambered onto the sofa cushion. She bent over the back of the couch, and put her hands on the small stool sitting behind it. Her butt hung in the air, the highest point of her body. The awkward position had pushed her tiny yellow dress up, exposing nearly half of her rotund cheeks.
Sam wiggled the tight dress up and over Juliana's outthrust ass, revealing a pair of big, jiggly cheeks "clad" in a red g-string. Sam shook his head. "Juliana when are you going to learn that floss is for teeth?"
"When are you going to learn that pulling up my skirt is for spanking, not wardrobe critique?" asked Juliana.
Sam put his hand on the small of Juliana's back and whapped the back of the brush against Juliana's right cheek. Juliana hissed and wiggled her hips. Her right cheek rippled beneath the blow. "Now sounds like a good time."
"Alright, alright," said the thug. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you. She's in the old Corbeau warehouse out on the east side of the docks."
"I knew it," hissed Scarlet Moon, clenching a fist in victory. "It's always a decrepit warehouse at the docks."
"Nyuck, nyuck," said Juliana. "Can't be right all the time. So what are we gonna do with this chick?"
Scarlet Moon leaned back against her hands, and a broad smile spread across her face.
"Yeah, I saw on the news. They're saying some scarlet woman with a moon on her chest showed up and saved Alexandra before swinging off. Well, some news channels. Some claim you were in cahoots with Buzzsaw, and it was the good old GCPD who stopped you.
"Morons." Scarlet Moon's smile faded.
"Don't let it get to you. You'll always be pissing off or scaring somebody. Now, how'd it go?"
Scarlet Moon gave Juliana a quick runthrough.
"Hmm. We need to work on your breaking and entering skills."
Juliana sighed and facepalmed.
"Get up, and bend over the back of the couch," said Sam.
Juliana stood.
"Not you," said Sam. "Just her."
Juliana sat back down, looking relieved (and more than a little amused).
"Go to hell," said Scarlette, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the door. "I'm going to stay out as long as I want, and you can't stop me."
Sam pulled open a drawer at the bottom of the desk and pulled out two implements: a thick, long-handled bathbrush, and a wide, heavy hairbrush. "You have a choice. You can bare your ass and bend it over the couch, in which case you get the hairbrush, or I can bare your ass, and bend it over the couch, in which case you get the bathbrush."
"What a choice," muttered Scarlette.
"Do I need to treat you like a toddler?" asked Sam. "Because I can start counting if you want me to."
Scarlette put her hand back on the small of the girl's back.
Juliana glanced at the spoon, removed her hands, and scooted a few inches away.
Scarlette unleashed five rapid fire smacks to Keiko's right cheek, making the girl buck and kick. She didn't try to get up though, and Scarlette shifted her attention to the girl's left cheek, doing the exact same thing.
Keiko squirmed and thrashed through the last five blows, her bottom spasming and bucking wildly.
"Alright, we're done," said Scarlette. She returned to the closet and replaced the spoon. "And FYI, thrashing like that is a good way to earn extra strokes."
"Extra?" whimpered Keiko.
"Not from us. Bylaws forbid extending a punishment for any reason other than resistance," said Juliana. She began kneading Keiko's tender flesh, making the young woman sigh. "But there are a fair amount of people out there who think you should take your spanking quickly and quietly. That includes not squirming when you get whacked."
Buzzsaw unleashed a torrent of lightning fast strokes, making Scarlette yelp and buck against the villain's hard knee. "But not so tired I can't still beat you into submission, you miserable shit!"
"You-oww!" wailed Scarlette, wiggling and squirming beneath the leather. "I swear you'll pay-oww!"
"What are you gonna do?" snarled Buzzsaw as she landed a hideous stroke across Scarlette's thighs. "Cry all over me?"
The man grabbed Scarlette by the ear and walked her towards the wooded area. He pushed Scarlette over a stump, forcing her to push her bare cheeks into the air. He whaled on Scarlette's firm butt with a weight-lifter's callused hand, her tiny thong doing absolutely nothing to protect her.
Scarlette desperately wanted to try to raise that crazy crimson shield of hers, but she dared not. Who knew how the guy would react if Scarlette suddenly started glowing.
After several minutes of vigorous spanking that left Scarlette sobbing and red-bottomed, the man released his hold on her.
She jumped up and rubbed her sore ass, half-expecting the man to push her back over for breaking position. But the man ignored her and walked over to a nearby tree. He broke off a large switch a good half-inch in diameter and two feet long, and gave it a few practice swings.
Scarlet Moon lined up her hand with the exposed lower-half of the woman's right cheek.
Scarlet Moon landed three quick, stingy slaps to the woman's right cheek. The woman's not-quite-covered cheek bounced beneath the impact, while the crisp snap of hand striking bare skin echoed throughout the alley.
The woman growled, and tugged at her bonds.
"With hair like this, there ain't a gang in this city that'll stand up to the Whistlers." Buzzsaw advanced on Scarlette. She grinned like a little girl who'd just walked in on Santa putting a pony under the tree. "Hell, prolly not even the police. Or the army! I could be like, president or some shit."
"What did you do?" asked Sam, punctuating the question with three hard blows to Scarlette's right cheek that made Scarlette howl.
"Gave you lip," muttered Scarlette.
"That's right." Sam bent over a little and unleashed a rapid one-two-three-four-five-six to Scarlette's rapidly reddening cheeks. "What are you supposed to do when you're in trouble?"
"Bend over and take my spanking like a good girl," said Scarlette, her voice shaking with tears.
"Damn straight." Sam gently ran a hand over Scarlette's molten ass. "Deep breaths. Deep breaths. We're almost done."
Scarlette sucked in slow, deep, sobbing breaths, and tried not to think about the meaning of "almost."
"Alright, six more. Three to each cheek," said Sam. He rested the back of the brush against Scarlette's right cheek, then cracked it hard against the tender flesh.
Scarlette squealed, and her hips jerked. Then the brush cracked against Scarlette's left cheek. Right, left, right, left. Each stroke fell one after the other, barely giving Scarlette a chance to suck a breath in between.
Scarlette gathered the thin material in one hand, and gently pulled it up into Keiko's crack, all but fully exposing her chocolate little cheeks.
Keiko yelped. "What are you doing? Come on!"
"I could pull them down instead, if you'd like," said Scarlette.
"No, that's fine," whimpered Keiko, anxiously wiggling her hips and twitching her feet.
Scarlette put her pajamas back on, and returned to her room. Juliana stood in the middle of it, staring off into space and gnawing a fingernail.
"Blegh, you're still here?" said Scarlette, pushing the door closed behind her.
Juliana smiled, and glanced about the chaotic room. "Not even a mess of epic and lasting proportions could keep me out today."
"Hey, it's not that bad." Scarlette plopped down on her bed. She stretched her back, her face grimacing as sore muscles screamed.
Juliana's lips quirked and an eyebrow arched. "Souvenirs?"
"Shut up."
Juliana smirked.
"So whaddya want?"
Juliana's smile faded. "I wanted to talk about two nights ago. You-"
Sam turned off the flashlight and set it on the top of the car. He grabbed Scarlette and bent her over the hood. "Cars are made to crumple in an accident. A stiff breeze should be able to dent them, let alone a damned lightpost."
Sam vigorously slapped Scarlette's ass, hard enough for Scarlette to feel it through her jeans. "I have neither the time, the patience, nor the energy for your absurd bullshit. Now tell me what really happened or I'll beat your naked ass right here in front of God and everybody."
Scarlet Moon, wrapped another cord around the thugs waist, and gently dropped her facefirst onto the hood of the car.
"Scarlet Moon," snapped Juliana. "What are you doing?"
Scarlet Moon pulled the cord holding her up back into her forcefield, zipping her up the wall.
"The hell just happened?" said the cop getting out of the car.
"Hey, get your ass back out," snapped Buzzsaw, punctuating the command with three sharp strokes to the crease where right cheek met right thigh. "I'm not even close to done."
Scarlette stuck her butt back out, squealing and crying all the while.
"Good. Nice to know you have some capacity for listening," said Buzzsaw. Her fingernails dug into the small of Scarlette's back, and she struck Scarlette's burning bottom with hard, body rocking blows.
Scarlette rested her head against the wall, and buried her fists in her hair.
Scarlet Moon spied a copse of trees a few blocks down. Looked like they started in an abandoned lot and grew up right against one of the office buildings.
"Naw, not if the burst is brief and weak. We're not talking powerful enough to put Buzzsaw through a wall, just powerful enough to give your jump a bit of a boost. Come on, what do you say? I'll bet it'll be awesome!"
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Some choices will be prepended with the name of a stat. In these cases, selecting that choice will increase the chosen stat by 1, and increase your energy by 5 points.
The first choice below will improve your speed by 1.
The second choice will improve your power by 1.
Scarlette landed a hard swat to the seat of the woman's jeans. "First, you tried to mug my friend and I. Then you had your minions chase us through a frigging abandoned business park, then you try to cut me in half with big-ass hair, and you think I'm going to let you go? Girl, I'm not letting you go until your ass is raw meat."
Scarlette landed three hard swats to Buzzsaw's muscular, jean-clad ass. Buzzsaw yelped and squirmed with each smack.
"Really? Really? You're getting smacked over jeans. You should be barely feeling it," said Scarlette.
"Your hand hurts," snarled Buzzsaw. She grabbed something from around her neck and lifted it to her mouth. Scarlette snatched the whistle out of her hands and tossed it off into the darkness.
"My whistle," wailed Buzzsaw.
"I'll buy you a new one. And by 'buy you a new one' what I really mean is 'laugh in your face because I've had a really bad night and it's all your fault.' Hahahaha!"
Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Obviously. You've never been with me. A very exclusive stretch of beach. Richest sand, cleanest and most gorgeous water for miles. Even I'd be hard pressed to get in here, but the owner owes my mom a few favors. She was one of the first people to invest in his company, you know. There was at least a quarter where her money was the only thing keeping him afloat."
"Ballsy of your mom to keep investing in him when everyone else pulled out." Vanessa pushed the door open and stepped out into the sunlight.
"My mom knows a winner when she sees one." Alexandra locked the car, and put her keys into her bag.
"Holy cow," said Keiko. "Those waitresses' bikinis are smaller than Juliana's!"
Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Only if they were naked."
"Has this sand been combed?" Vanessa stepped out onto the swept beach.
"And stripped clean of rocks, and seashells" said Alexandra. "At least until you get to the water. What's a beach without hunting for seashells and fossils?"
Scarlette punched Buzzsaw in the face with all her might. Buzzsaw stumbled backwards. A spring manifested around Scarlette's fist, and she rammed it against Buzzsaw's chest. The spring coiled with a great SPROING. Buzzsaw flew sideways, her head plowing through more of the air conditioning unit. Scarlette charged and swung again. She struck Buzzsaw in the gut, and sent her skidding backwards across the roof. She jumped up on top of what remained of the unit and fired her eye beams, striking Buzzsaw in the chest.
Buzzsaw slammed into the edge of the roof, and held on until the beam faded.
"Alright. You've shown me yours. Now let me show you mine!" Buzzsaw charged forward, her head down and massive mohawk leading. She leapt into the air and whipped her mohawk at Scarlette's face. Scarlette twisted and fell off the air conditioning unit, the mohawk missing her by inches. The hair sliced through the steel outer-casing of the air conditioning unit like a hot knife through warm butter.
"Didja see that?" roared Buzzsaw. She tore her head free of the unit, sending bits of metal and wire flying.
Excellent," said Juliana.
"Can't exactly fight in my swimsuit though."
A few more small scraps of light formed around Scarlette's hand. She sucked in a deep breath, her chest heaving like she'd just run a marathon. Her head felt like it was full of helium. "Best I can do."
Juliana peered over the edge of the roof. "Can you create like a rope or something?"
Scarlette focused on the scraps of light. Slowly, they formed into a cord. With a flick of a wrist, she wrapped it around the flagpole. She wrapped her arm around Juliana's waist, and the two jumped.
"NO!" roared Buzzsaw. "Get someone below! They're shimmying down the wall! GO!"
The two half-slid, half-fell down the edge of the building. They hit the ground. Scarlette stumbled, shocks of pain running up her legs. Juliana wobbled, and nearly fell. She grabbed Scarlette's arm and gave it a hard tug. "Come on!"
Shouts rose from behind the two, followed by the sound of shoes smacking pavement.
"Must go faster," said Juliana.
"Are you mocking me?" hissed the hoodlum. She loomed over Scarlette. "Nobody mocks Buzzsaw."
"Personal space," said Scarlette. She put her hand on the woman's chest and pushed back.
The woman grabbed Scarlette's wrist and swung her fist at Scarlette's face. The fist slammed into Scarlette's nose, and bounced off. Scarlette's head snapped backward beneath the impact, but she felt nothing more than a soft thump, like being hit by a pillow.
The woman reeled backwards, her arm snapping over her head.
"The fuck..." hissed the woman. Her teeth pulled back in a snarl, and she lurched forward. "I'm going to-"
Scarlette backpedaled. She tripped over something and fell on her ass. A high-heeled shoe struck her hand. She grabbed it and flung it at Buzzsaw's face, getting her right in the eye.
Buzzsaw howled in pain, and clutched at her eyes. "Shit! Fuck! Bitch! Shit-fucking bitch! Beat her ass!"
Scarlette stumbled to her feet and found herself facing off against three hoodlums cracking their knuckles. Scarlette raised clenched fists. A small voice in the back of her head screamed in terror, but the rest buzzed. The air seemed to pulse, and Scarlette could barely see through the red mist that filled the air.
An evil grin spread across Juliana's face. "That's right. And you know, bursting into somebody's room uninvited is a blatant violation of the bylaws."
Keiko deflated like a popped balloon. "Sorry. I guess I just thought it would have been funny."
"Funny? We could have been having a private conversation," said Scarlette angrily.
"Yeah. We could have been talking about Scarlette's genital warts," said Juliana cheerfully.
"Yeah-wait, what?" said Scarlette, throwing Juliana a confused look. "Now wait a minute-"
"In fact, she could have been naked, and showing them to me," said Juliana, her smile widening. "You could have exposed her deepest, darkest, grossest secret to the entire suite!"
Keiko narrowed one eye. "Why would she show them to you?"
"I don't know, it's a hypothetical situation," said Juliana, throwing her hands in the air. "Maybe she would need my advice on whether she should go to the doctor, or if her genital wart cream is working."
Scarlette strained, tried to imagine the cord growing, and growing and...
For a second, Scarlette felt a bit of vertigo. She shook her head, and stepped back. Her legs were hardly glowing at all.
"What?" Juliana followed Scarlette's gaze. "So, you don't have any more glowy mojo? Oh dear."
There was a massive clattering of many booted feet on wooden boards. Scarlette glanced over her shoulder, and saw a good half dozen hoodlums charge onto the roof.
"Yes, my minions, yes. Get them. Get them. Bring them before me. Fetch my cane. And my crop. And my hairbrush."
Shit shit shit shit.
"And my bathbrush."
Scarlette snapped the cord back into her wrist.
"And my razor strop."
"What are you doing?" Juliana's voice rose into a panic. "They're coming! They're coming!"
"So only because I'm beating you," said Sam.
"...yes?"
"I see." Sam rubbed the back of the brush against Scarlette's blazing bottom. "Makes sense really, since I just spent several minutes beating the snot..." Sam leaned over and looked at Scarlette's red, sniffling nose. "Yup. Beating the snot out of you. Guess that's the best I can hope for for now. Maybe someday, you'll care about what I think because you respect my experience and wisdom, and not because I've got a mean bathbrush!"
Scarlette mumbled something incoherent and not particularly flattering.
"Alright, you get up." Sam put the bath brush away. "Now I need to see to your sister."
Juliana eeped.
Sam returned to the bathbrush to the drawer, and pulled out the hairbrush.
Scarlette danced from foot to foot rubbing her flaming, naked bottom.
Juliana grinned mischievously. "She looks so good on that high horse. Wanna help me knock her off?"
"What did you have in mind?"
Juliana leaned forward and whispered her plan in Scarlette's ear.
"There is no way that will work."
"Come on, it'll be fine. Everyone follows patterns. You just gotta find 'em, and exploit 'em."
Danielle Wilkins, the reporter from before, stood in front of a police van with a giant hole in it. "Not long after the police arrested Buzzsaw, the alleged leader of the vicious Whistler gang and the suspected mastermind behind-"
"Mastermind?" scoffed Scarlette.
"Hush and listen," snapped Juliana.
"-firsthand how the alleged kidnapper sawed her way out of the van with her mohawk. It sounds ridiculous people of Generica, but it's true as multiple eye witnesses and video footage can testify."
The video cut away to a video of Buzzsaw hacking her way out of the moving van, and leaping onto the road at forty miles per hour. The supervillain dashed into a nearby alley.
Scarlette's heart nearly stopped.
The video cut back to the newscaster. "This video was taken mere moments ago. Even as we speak, the police are spreading a dragnet over the city to find the self-styled Buzzsaw, but can they really handle someone who can cut solid steel with her hair?"
Juliana stopped the video, and gave Scarlette a grave look.
There was a squealing crunch, like metal getting twisted into a pretzel.
"Start the party bitches! Buzzsaw has arrived!"
Scarlette and Juliana shared a horrified look. Juliana grabbed Scarlette's shoulder and dragged her behind a large dune at the edge of the copse. The two crawled up the top, and peered over the edge.
At least a dozen Whistlers swarmed over the beach, rooting through purses, punching men who were a bit too macho for their own good, and making scary faces at terrified children.
Buzzsaw strode down the center of the beach, her mohawk glittering like rainbow-colored steel in the mid afternoon sun. Gone were the jeans and jacket. Instead, she wore a pair of jean shorts, and a tank top. Underneath the tank top was a mesh shirt liberally sprinkled with holes. For whatever weird ass reason, she was also wearing a pair of ragged rainbow socks. A spiked collar adorned her neck, and a matching spiked glove on one hand. On the other she wore a mesh glove. Both wrists sported spiked wristlets.
"Is that a supervillain outfit?" whispered Juliana. "Mary Mother of God, it's horrifying. It looks like she detonated a Hot Topic, and threw on whatever scraps were so hideous not even flame could eradicate them."
Scarlette slipped on the swim trunks.
Scarlette pulled out the tie bikini, smiling a little as she considered the little scraps of cloth.
Scarlet Moon paced about the roof, her eyes roving over the buildings.
"Not exactly--"
"Hang on. I just spied someone in one of the office buildings. Probably keeping an eye on the cops. Maybe they'll know something." Scarlet Moon hunkered down behind the lip of the roof before the figure saw her.
"OK, what's the best way to get over there?" asked Juliana. "Maybe a propelled jump?"
"What."
"Yup. Jump, and fire a brief burst of energy into the ground. Oughta to give you quite the boost."
"But I can only fire bursts out of my eyes," said Scarlet Moon. "You want me to jump backwards?"
"Naw. I'll bet it has nothing to do with your eyes, and everything to do with gathering and firing some of your forcefield as raw...whatever it is your forcefield is made out of. Firing from your eyes is convenient because it means aiming is as simple as looking someone in the eye."
"OK, ok," said the Whistler, casting a panicked look over her shoulder. "I'll tell you, I'll tell just please don't let me-"
Scarlet Moon grabbed the woman around the waist just as the forcefield gave out. She wrapped a cord around a nearby branch. They lowered to the ground. Scarlet Moon dropped the Whistler into the dirt.
"So," said Scarlet Moon, dispersing the scarlet cord, and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Jeez," muttered Juliana. "Talk about intense."
Scarlet Moon rushed over to the iron boxes. Her body pulsed with barely contained power. With a grunt of effort, she grabbed a box and hoisted it over her head.
The woman flailed an arm in clear surrender. Scarlet Moon smirked. She flipped the woman onto her back, and leaned over her. "So."
"I wouldn't be a very good RA if it didn't hurt," said Sam. The hairbrush whipped through the air and smashed into Scarlette's left cheek, sending a deafening crack throughout the room. Juliana winced.
Scarlette leapt up and snapped her hands back to cup her plump bottom. She danced around the room, rubbing and mewling until the sting faded to something bearable.
Sam waited, the hand with the brush resting lightly against his hip. "You know that's dangerous right? If you'd snapped your hands back when I was in midswing, I'd have hit your knuckles. Could've seriously hurt you."
Scarlette sniffed miserably. "Isn't that the idea?"
"Of course not," said Sam. "I don't want to torture you, I want to help you. Sometimes, and by sometimes I mean almost always, the best way to help a girl when she's messed up is to redden her bottom. Not break her knuckles. Don't you think?"
Scarlette shrugged.
"Now bend back over. You still got fourteen to go, plus an extra for leaving position," said Sam.
Scarlette arced through the air, far farther than any normal human. The two hoodlums standing in front of the car cried out. Scarlette pulled the glow back into her hand, and flung a cord out at the lightpost.
It flew, it flew, it started to stretch, it started to go taut-
It wrapped around the head of the lightpost! Scarlette swung down towards the car. She lifted her feet up to keep from slamming them into the concrete. One hoodlum dove out of the way. The other got kicked in the chest with enough force to send her rolling across the hood. Scarlette drew some of the cord back into her glow, lifting them just enough to clear the hood of the car.
The two hit the apex of their swing, and started to swing back. The particle stunner whined half a dozen times more in rapid succession, followed by a crow of victory from Juliana. Twice more they swung back and forth. The cord unwrapped, and snapped back into Scarlette's glow, even as it flew down to her feet to cushion the landing. She hit the ground hard, and fell to her knees.
"Come on, let's go!" cried Juliana. She stumbled free of Scarlette's grasp, chucked the stunner into the night, and yanked open the driver side doors.
The stunner exploded.
Scarlette pushed herself back to her feet, and stumbled into the backseat of the car.
Juliana started the car, reversed away from the light pole, and sped into the night with tires squealing.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Scarlette has learned Scarlet Cords.
Scarlet Cords allows Scarlette to start swinging through the air, Spider-Man style. It increases her speed by strength/2, and increases attrition by 2. Scarlet Cords also grants Scarlette a free attack on the enemy with the highest energy when she recovers from Away.
An important thing to note: When a power modifiers statistic x based on statistic y, it uses the value of y at the time the power is used. If you use Scarlet Fists to increase your strength, then use Scarlet Cords, then cancel Scarlet Fists Scarlet Cords will not become less effective even though Scarlette's strength has gone back down to normal.
"No," said Juliana.
Buzzsaw turned to the voice. There was a loud-pitched whine, and Buzzsaw flew over Scarlette's body and rolled across the roof.
Juliana straddled Scarlette. She held a police model particle stunner with both hands.
Buzzsaw grinned. "Found that lying around downstairs? Very impressive. And it would have worked. Yesterday."
Buzzsaw stood and flexed. "But not anymore! Now, I am invincible!"
"I will shoot you in the face if you take one step," said Juliana.
Buzzsaw took a step.
Juliana shot her in the face.
Buzzsaw reared back and clutched her eye. "Oh my God! My eye! Oh the agony, the suffering! It is beyond anything I could have ever imagined!"
"I warned-"
"JK." Buzzsaw lowered her hands to reveal a psychotic grin.
"Hey." The blonde man stumbled backwards and tripped over a large canister full of fancy beach umbrellas. The canister crushed a sandcastle that had just been completed by several cherubic children. Their faces contorted and they began to bawl. A mother hurried around the canister to tend to them. The father did the same thing around the other side and the two collided.
The father stumbled backwards and smacked into a gaggle of teenage girls, who all scattered like bowling pins. One of them tripped over a man reading a book and knocked over a cooler full of beer. A particularly high strung miniature pinscher, startled by the sudden crash bolted around behind its owner's legs, wrapping the leash around him. The owner cursed, stumbled, and grabbed his wife's shoulder. The wife, caught off guard by the sudden weight, toppled over.
A buxom yet thin waitress clad in a small teal thong bikini rushed past. She had time to form a small "o" with her mouth before she tripped over the woman and spilled a whole tray full of drinks all over Alexandra.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," said Juliana with a playful swat to the super behind. "Let's talk a little before you rush to save the day."
"Hey!"
"Stop fussing. It was hardly a smack." Juliana wheeled her chair to her computer. "I've got a few ideas on where Buzzsaw might be hiding."
"Decrepit warehouse at the docks?"
Juliana laughed. "Don't be silly. I'll bet they're in an abandoned office building in a nondescript office park."
Scarlette's stomach sank. "Oh."
Juliana grinned and rubbed her hands together maniacally. "Yes. It was there that you had your first fateful confrontation with Buzzsaw, and it is there that you shall have your final. Confrontation with Buzzsaw I mean."
"Behold, Scarlet Moon," exclaimed Juliana throwing her arms out to encompass Scarlette.
Scarlette admired her legs and plump bottom.
A wave of gasps washed through the onlookers as Buzzsaw arced towards the fleeing figure. The villain landed in front of Alexandra and spun to face her. "Boo."
Alexandra yelped and skidded to a stop, landing hard on her bruised ass.
Buzzsaw guffawed. She grabbed Alexandra and flung her over her shoulder. She landed two heavy blows to Alexandra's ass, making the girl howl. "For trying to run away."
Buzzsaw put her fingers to lips and let out a single, piercing whistle. "Time to go folks!"
Alexandra looked at Scarlette and Juliana, her face pale, and her tear-filled eyes wide as saucers. She reached out to Juliana and Scarlette, but Buzzsaw leapt again, and the two rocketed away. The Whistlers left, as raucous and destructive as when they came.
"Well, that was a thing," said Juliana. She grabbed Scarlette's hand and pulled her to her feet. "You have to go after her."
Scarlet Moon skidded onto her back as a pair of thugs swung stun batons at her. She rolled to the right, scrambled back onto her feet, and leapt over an unarmed Whistler who attempted to grab her.
Scarlet Moon arched her back, and a beam missed her by inches. She spun around a whistler's stun baton, only to get punched in the face. She staggered against the steel loading door.
A rather large man grabbed Scarlet Moon, bent her over his hip and whaled on her spandex-clad plump ass with a large, callused palm.
With a snarl of frustration, Scarlet Moon grabbed the man's ankle and flung him off into the darkness of the warehouse. She ripped the steel door off its hinges, and tossed it at the Whistlers, sending them all scrambling. She backpedaled outside, where she had a bit more room to maneuver.
"Ow! Ow! Let-ah, whatever. I figured this was gonna happen." Juliana sighed.
"Hush, you naughty girl! I promised you a spanking, and I always fulfill my promises. When I feel like it." The man walked her towards the wooded area. Once there, he pushed her over a large stump, forcing her curvaceous, naked cheeks up into the air. With one hand pressed firmly against the middle of her back, the man whaled on Juliana's jiggly butt.
Juliana gritted her teeth, her toes curling and twitching in time to the heavy smacks.
Scarlet Moon slipped through the empty building, and eased out onto the parking lot. "Where is everyone?"
"Most of them are probably wherever they took Alexandra," said Juliana.
"Yeah, but shouldn't there be patrols, or sentries or something, in case the police decide to raid the place?"
"The police have probably already come and gone. And I'll bet dollars to donuts they didn't find anyone. Whoever was here probably went into hiding."
Scarlet Moon found herself at the base of the building closest to the cops, where she had spied somebody watching out the window. She eased herself in, and slipped up the stairs. A few times she had to stop and hide as Whistlers wandered by. Primary topic of conversation seemed to be their recent adventure to the beach, and fantasies about all the riches and sexy bitches they'd get now that their boss had super powers.
She slipped into a room, and found herself face to face with a single Whistler turning from the window.
"Wait, you were serious?" said the hoodlum.
"Of course I'm serious. If there's one thing my parents taught me, it's not to make threats you aren't willing to carry out," said Scarlette.
"But-yee!"
"Take her down!" shrieked the man, before collapsing, and clutching his chest.
The thugs approached, and Scarlet Moon backed up. There sure were a lot of them. What she really needed was some way to take down more than one at once. She grinned, and wove her shield into a long pole.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Sometimes you'll fail at stat-based tasks, if the stat isn't high enough. Failure could mean losing additional energy, forced into otherwise avoidable combat, getting spanked, or other penalties. Different tasks will require different stat levels. Whether you succeed or not, you still get the stat point for making the choice. Whether you want to balance your stats, and risk some failures or focus on a single stat and succeed pretty much every time that stat has a choice available is up to you.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: You are guaranteed to fail to get into the warehouse.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Scarlet Moon has learned Scarlet Staff. Scarlet Staff is a weapon that increases the number of targets you can Attack at once. The number of targets you can attack increases with power. Because it is a weapon, it cannot be used at the same time as Scarlet Spring.
Sam clasped his hands behind his back and fixed the two with a firm stare. "Eleven. That's all we ask. Gives you plenty of time to have some fun, but not enough to get life-threatening drunk. It ensures that you get home before the bars close and drunks hit the road. It ensures we're not up all night worrying about where you are and if you're in trouble. So, what is so hard about being home by eleven? You both have phones don't you? Can neither of you be bothered to set an alarm? Do you have any idea how worried I was getting? I was about ready to call the police. And it turns out this whole time you were just out dancing? You couldn't even be bothered to answer the phone?"
Juliana frowned.
"Yeah, I called you. Both. Repeatedly. And neither one of you bothered to pick up. Did your phones die?"
Juliana nodded.
Sam sighed and massaged his forehead. "Look, I have a responsibility to look after you, make sure you don't do anything dangerous. And you have a responsibility to help me do that."
Scarlette looked around, and spotted Juliana just as she shoved the last wooden plank connecting the two rooftops into the abyss.
Juliana turned to Scarlette, and grinned. "Sup?"
Scarlette grabbed Juliana's hand. "Come on. I want to go home."
"Buzzsaw?" asked Juliana.
Natalie nodded, but she didn't seem to be paying attention. She was focused on the tv.
"Any speculations-" said the reporter.
"No."
"Any thoughts on how-"
"I've got a job to do, miss. Excuse me." The chief walked away.
Danielle turned back to the camera. "And there you have it, people of Generica. Is there a superhero somewhere who can stand against this new, multi-colored menace?"
"Scarlette, come here," said Juliana from the other side of her bedroom door.
Scarlette switched the television off and slipped into Juliana's room.
"Alright." Juliana held up the outfit. "Check it out. Woke up early yesterday after only like two hours of sleep. I was bored, so I thought it'd be cool to cobble together a costume from old Halloween costumes and a few things I borrowed from your room. Go on and try it out."
Scarlette slipped into the costume, and looked at herself in the mirror.
What does she see?
"I'll be damned, one of them does glow," said the other hoodlum. "Thought the boss'd had one too many BMB's or something."
The first hoodlum gave the second a disgusted look. "That's not how BMB's work dumbass."
"Whatever." The thugs took a step towards Scarlette.
"This is your last chance," said Scarlette, backing up another step. "Leave us be or I'll...I'll-"
"Do what?" asked the first hoodlum with a grin.
"Spank you!" blurted out Scarlette.
The two hoodlums paused, and looked Scarlette over.
"Yeah, I'm not too worried." The first hoodlum whipped the stun baton at Scarlette's head.
Scarlette grabbed the baton, and shoved backwards, sending the thug stumbling.
"What do you want?" asked the Whistler. "Why are you just staring at me? Say something you fucking cocksucker!"
Scarlet Moon glared at her.
"Let me guess. You want to know where Buzzsaw is." The Whistler squirmed, swinging like a pendulum. "Well, I ain't telling you shit."
Scarlet Moon glared at her.
Scarlet Moon ran to the edge of the roof and leapt onto the next one. She slid, ran, and leapt her way through the harbor. She finally came to a stop on a building a few blocks over from a warehouse plastered with giant-ass letters that read "Corbeau." "Well, least Buzzsaw isn't hard to find."
"Yeah. Subtlety--exactly--superpower, is it? Now--"
"You there? I can barely hear you."
The call ended.
Scarlet Moon fished the phone out, and cursed. No signal. She set it down on the roof, grimacing. She was on her own.
She studied the building for another moment, but couldn't see any sign of anyone. If that Whistler was lying to her...
She hopped from building to building, staying behind as many buildings, boxes, and cranes as possible. Eventually, she found herself hanging onto the edge of the roof. She peeked through the dusty glass of a nearby window, but couldn't really see anything. She grabbed the bottom of the window and eased it open a crack.
"Okay okay I'm sorry!" cried Alexandra. The distinctive crack of hand to bare bottom echoed through the room. "I won't call you names anymore!"
The door slowly (and loudly) cranked open to reveal ten thugs glaring at Scarlet Moon, some cracking their knuckles, others tapping stun batons against their shoulders, and others pointing stun guns at her.
This was gonna be interesting.
And by interesting she meant terrifying. If she had to fight these thugs, she'd have to finish them as quickly and as painlessly as possible. Buzzsaw was still in there, and losing wasn't an option.
A rather weaselly looking man in the middle pointed a finger at the superhero-in-disguise. "Who the hell are you?"
"You know what you need?" asked Scarlette, taking a step towards Buzzsaw. "A sound spanking."
"Over my dead body," Buzzsaw pushed herself to her feet and clumsily charged Scarlette.
"That won't be necessary." Scarlette caught the charging hoodlum, around her waist, and pulled her down across her knee.
"Let go of me," said Buzzsaw.
"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going," said Juliana. "But we're not moving."
Buzzsaw pulled a whistle out of a pocket in her jacket and blew on it. The piercing tone echoed up and down the street.
Shouts and running filled the night air.
"Oh boy," said Juliana. "The Whistlers. She's a member of the Whistlers."
Juliana shifted the car into drive, and slammed on the gas. The car lurched forward. Scarlette shrieked, and everything almost vanished in a red haze. The car slammed into Buzzsaw, and pinned her against the lamppost.
"That does it," snarled the thug. She started to slowly push the car backwards. "You fuckers are so ransomed!"
Juliana whipped open the driver side door.
The two grunted against their gags and glared at Scarlet Moon. Scarlet Moon wrapped one of the trenchcoats around her costume. It fit perfectly. She pulled the Fedora low over her face, and sauntered around to the front of the warehouse.
As soon as she got there, she pounded on the giant loading door.
Scarlet Moon threw the thug over her shoulder. She charged out of the copse, and leapt onto a nearby building. A few building hops later, she was standing above the cop car. She wrapped a cord around a nearby flagpole, and shimmied down the wall.
"Hey wait, come on," said the thug.
The cop below looked up, and her mouth fell open. The driver's side door opened, and a man peeked out. His mouth also fell open.
Shouting erupted from the warehouse. Scarlet Moon charged into the dimly lit building and vanished into the shadows. It was filled wall to wall and floor to ceiling with towering crates emblazoned with a silver ant head. Buzzsaw's boisterous voice echoed throughout the maze, seeming to come from everywhere at once.
There was some shouting to the left, and Scarlet Moon jumped up to the top of one of the crate walls. She lay flat against the crate and tried to dampen her glow. A small number of Whistlers (maybe four?) dashed past and outside.
Scarlet Moon took a breath, and slipped deeper into the warehouse, searching for the source of the voice that sent shivers down her spine.
Eventually, she found Buzzsaw and Alexandra in the middle of the warehouse in a large, circular, dimly-lit space.
Buzzsaw paced back and forth like a caged animal, a phone to her ear. Alexandra sat tied to a metal folding chair with a thick wad of duct tape smeared across her lips. Her tear streaked face did little to take away from the white hot glare she leveled at the gang leader.
"Sure they do, when you make a few minor modifications to their power pack," said Juliana.
"And you know how to do that?" Scarlette blinked away the last of the spots and looked at Buzzsaw, who lay groaning at the far side of the roof.
Juliana shrugged. "Well, I did do a paper on particle stunners in high school. A bit of that, plus some high school physics and chemistry, add a dash of sudden insight, and bam. You've got a hand grenade that can shoot people too."
"Next question. The hell took you so long?" Scarlette fixed her clothing. "I could have used that save like five minutes ago."
"I was busy slowing down Buzzsaw's-"
There was a loud clatter, and shouting from the other rooftop.
"Speak of the devils." Juliana tightened her grip on Scarlette's arm. "Come on. We've got to get out of here. I'm clean out of stunners."
The two half-ran, half-staggered to the edge of the roof. They looked down the wall. There was an old, rather wobbly looking flagpole, and a bunch of large-paned windows, but nothing else.
"Aww poo baskets," said Juliana. "No fire escape. Don't suppose you've got any more of that crimson mojo?"
"Great job! Now get out of there and find someplace private where you can question her," said Juliana.
"One step ahead of you." Scarlet Moon tossed the woman over her shoulder, and slipped out of the building. She returned to the copse of trees, and dispersed the cords binding her captive.
"I can't handle her either! She kicked my ass last night," said Scarlette, taking a step back. "It's thanks to you I didn't get anything worse than a spanking."
"But it was close. And you'd just laid out like half a dozen of her thugs," said Juliana. "If we can get you to her without losing any of your scarlet mojo, you should have no problem taking her down."
Juliana shot Scarlette a dirty look before returning her attention to the document. "Ah, here we are. Twenty swats with an implement of type 3 or lower for barging into somebody's room unannounced. Forty with type 4 or lower if the occupant was underdressed at the time."
Keiko backed up from Juliana until she bumped into Scarlette, who took her by the shoulders. Keiko looked up at Scarlette and smiled a teeth-grinding grin of terror. "Aww, come on I didn't really think that thing was serious. So, it's like I didn't know, you know? How about a warning huh? I'll be better next time, cut me a little slack and call it culture shock. I'm not from around here-"
Juliana's eyebrow arched. "Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No." Keiko stared down at Juliana's shoes, her voice barely audible.
"Would you prefer your first time be in relative privacy and from your friends, or in the middle of a lecture hall by a professor whose pissed that you broke one of his rules, and has to take precious time out of his lecture to paddle you?"
Keiko went pale as a sheet. "Professors do that?"
Scarlette removed the belt and tossed it aside. Then, she unbuttoned the jeans and started to inch them down.
"Christ, your pants are tight," muttered Scarlette. "How the hell do you get them on? Lubricant?"
Buzzsaw grabbed Scarlette's ankle and gave it a savage yank. Suddenly, Scarlette was doing a split, whether she wanted to or not.
"Oww," wheezed Scarlette. "Crotch. Split. Horrible."
Buzzsaw rolled off of Scarlette's lap, and scrambled to her feet. For a second, she started pull her pants up, but then decided to just run off, her little black thong and big, bulky ass hanging out.
Scarlette growled, and fell/pushed herself to her feet. Then she took off after the hoodlum. "You are not getting away from me! Not after that little stunt!"
Buzzsaw threw the bird over her shoulder. She saw how close Scarlette was and squeaked. She pivoted and ran around the remnants of the air conditioning unit.
Scarlette jumped over the unit, and landed right next to Buzzsaw.
Buzzsaw yelped. Scarlette grabbed Buzzsaw's wrist, spun her around, landed three sharp smacks to her exposed cheeks, and shoved her facefirst against the wall. Scarlette tugged Buzzsaw's jeans down to her ankles.
He had a pair of loose-fitting maroon swimming trunks that extended about two-thirds down his thighs.
He also had a dark blue speedo that covered all the important bits, but not much else.
Finally, craziest of them all, he had a black thong speedo that Juliana had convinced him to purchase. If Mom ever learned he so much as owned this thing... Stupid Juliana always getting him in trouble.
"Look at what you've done! How the hell am I going to get all this shit off me?" Alexandra leapt to her feet, her hands hovering just above the syrupy liquid.
"I-I'm sorry Miss Silver." The waitress lightly touched Alexandra's back. "Here, let's go to the lake-"
"Don't touch me!" spat Alexandra, stomping her foot. "I'm not moving. You made this mess, you will clean it up right now."
"I'm trying miss-"
"You want to drag me into the lake. Do you have any idea how many bawling babies have pissed in that thing?" asked Alexandra. "It's almost as disgusting as this sludge you splattered all over me."
"I-it was an accident-"
"And so were you. Now shut up and get me clean," said Alexandra.
The waitress' lower lip quivered. She glanced about. "But I don't have a towel or anything-"
Alexandra snarled. She grabbed the girl by the arm, sat down on her beach chair, and yanked the young woman across her lap. She vigorously slapped the girl's tight, exposed cheeks.
The man approached and looked down. "Oh, come on, this is clearly in."
"No it's not!" said Juliana, stamping her foot.
"But here's the depression," said the man, pointing at the small hole in the sand. "The deepest part is obviously inside the court. It's our ball."
"That's not where it landed." Juliana pointed towards a spot a few inches to the right. "That's where it landed."
"Look, I know what volleyball depressions look like-"
"Forget your depressions. I was standing right here," said Juliana.
"And I was standing right there." The man pointed to just the other side of the net. "I had just as good an angle on it. Now stop being childish and give me the ball."
"I'm not being childish," snapped Juliana, stomping her foot repeatedly against the sand. "You're just being a sore loser!"
"Sore loser? We're not even keeping score," said the man. Some of his friends chuckled. "Now give me the damn ball before I turn you over my knee!"
"We'll see whose going over whose knee!" Juliana gave the man a hard shove.
Scarlette shuffled down the corridor, her mind filled with thoughts of bed. As she went, she could hear the sharp slap of wood on bare flesh, interspersed with feminine yelps. Scarlette hesitated, and went back to wait outside the office for Juliana. She eyed the long wooden bench sitting outside the office, trying to decide which hurt more: her feet, or her ass. Maybe two or three minutes passed, but they felt like an eternity. Scarlette found herself alternating between sitting for a few seconds, standing for a few seconds, and fervently wishing the damned thing had cushions.
Juliana eventually came out, rubbing her bottom and sniffling. Her eyes widened when she saw Scarlette. "Figured you'd have gone to bed by now."
Scarlette shrugged. "Kinda felt like waiting for you, I guess."
Sam came out a few minutes later, locking the office behind him. "You two go on to bed. Now. Shoo. Unless you want a few more."
"Aww, boor baby," said Juliana.
"Excellent. Come on." Juliana pulled Scarlette back onto the volleyball court.
They played a few more volleys before the volleyball landed close to the out of bounds line on Scarlette's side. Juliana winked at Scarlette.
"What're you all celebrating for?" asked Scarlette. "That wasn't your point."
The man who had invited them to play frowned. "Of course it was."
"No it wasn't." Scarlette walked over and pointed at the impact. From her perspective, it was clear the impact was inside the line. "The indentation is clearly outside the line."
Vanessa rolled her eyes, and approached the spot.
"Crap, Vanessa look out," said Juliana just after tossing a water bottle at her.
Vanessa spun and lurched, her hand snapping out to catch the bottle in mid-air. "The hell?"
"Sorry. You were looking at me, so I started to toss you the bottle, but then you turned away, and I couldn't exactly stop."
The man crossed the court to take a look at the impact. "One nice thing about beach volleyball. Easy enough to resolve line disputes."
"I. Said. Enough." Sam punctuated each word with a stinging stroke to one of Scarlette's thighs, making the student squeal. Sam's hand tightened against the small of Scarlette's back, and he picked up the pace.
Scarlette wailed, and hot tears flowed down her face as the slipper ravaged her throbbing ass.
"Are you ready to tell me the truth?" asked Sam.
Scarlette hiccuped. "I am telling-"
"Apparently not." Sam vigorously slappped Scarlette's shaking ass with the hard-soled slipper.
Scarlette sagged against the hood of the car, and sobbed quietly, interspersed with mewls of pain.
"Are you ready to tell me the truth?" asked Sam.
Scarlette didn't know what she told Sam. Something about a spontaneous and severe migraine, pulling off to the side of the road, sitting there because Scarlette had a few drinks and nobody was fit to drive.
"Well why didn't you tell me that before?" asked Sam, as he replaced his slipper. "Instead of that bullshit story about the Whistlers?"
"You ok?" asked Juliana.
Scarlet Moon leapt over the edge, and slammed both feet into one of the Whistler's back.
"Still the foul language continues." Scarlette snapped the belt across Buzzsaw's large butt eighteen times, six across one cheek, six across the other, and six right across both.
The hoodlum squealed and kicked through each one, her big bottom bucking and bouncing with each crisp snap.
"Not so tough now, are you?" asked Scarlette. She struck each of Buzzsaw's sitspots in a quick one-two.
"When I get up, I'm going to KICK YOUR ASS," said Buzzsaw, bucking thrashing, and almost toppling off of Scarlette's knee.
Almost.
Scarlette shook her head. "Clearly, I'm not getting through to you."
Scarlette raised the belt high above her head, and brought it down hard on Buzzsaw's left cheek.
Buzzsaw wailed and kicked.
Scarlette raised the belt again, and snapped it down across Buzzsaw's right cheek.
A small sob escaped Buzzsaw's lips.
Scarlet Moon landed on the roof of a long, squat building at the edge of the harbor. "Where's the warehouse? Any idea?"
"Northeast side, right up against the water. Don't dawdle either, looks like word of your little interrogation has reached the ears of just about every cop in the city, and they're all peeling tires towards the warehouse."
Sam glanced down at Juliana's feet. "Juliana, where are your shoes?"
Scarlette and Juliana followed Sam's gaze. Juliana went pale.
"Please don't tell Mom," said Juliana, clutching Sam's arm.
Sam grinned. "If for the rest of the night you don't say a word except when asked a direct question."
Juliana worried her lower lip and nodded.
"Excellent." Sam turned to Scarlette and his grin vanished. "Now where the hell were you two?"
"We're just heading to a more secluded place to comfort our friend," said Juliana with subtle sexiness. She clapped her hands in front of her, her forearms putting a little bit of pressure on her substantial breasts. She leaned forward a little, and batted her eyelashes at the man.
"B-but, you shoved me! I twisted my ankle you brat."
"Don't be silly. I merely stumbled and was reaching out to a strong man to hold me. You were the obvious choice," cooed Juliana as she siddled up to the man and let her breasts rub against his arm. "I'm just so klutzy. So how about you let me buy you a drink as an apology, and we let bygones be bygones?"
"Hmm." The man wrapped his arm around her waist. He pivoted, bent her over his hip, wrapped his arm around her lower back, and began spanking her exposed brown globes. "No."
Juliana squealed and kicked.
The woman leaned her head back to see the edge of the forcefield creeping ever closer.
Scarlet Moon leaned over a bit and made a big show of gauging how far away the ground was. "If the forcefield gives out, I'll be fine. You however, have a very high chance of breaking your back, or skull, or something else important."
"You can't do this!" gasped the Whistler, watching Scarlet Moon like a horse watching a pack of wolves. "It's illegal!"
Scarlet Moon tapped the side of her head.
"Um. Ok," said Keiko. She started to pull the door closed. "Sorry for interrupting, bye now."
Juliana grabbed Keiko's shoulder. She shook a finger in front of the girl's face. "Uh-uh. You can't leave yet."
"Why not?" asked Keiko, gnawing on her lower lip.
"Have you read the bylaws?"
Keiko laughed weakly. "Yeah, funny right? All that fancy legal talk about umm, rules, and umm, enforcement, and, umm..."
Juliana arched an eyebrow. "And umm?"
"Well, you know, it was funny right?" said Keiko, her eyes dancing between the two friends. "Americans have a crazy sense of humor."
"I don't remember anything funny in them," said Scarlette. "In fact, they were ridiculously dry. Why all the crazy legalese?"
Keiko's eyes flicked between the pair like those of a panicking rabbit. She gnawed anxiously on her lower lip. Her shoulders hunched, and her stance narrowed. "Aww, come on, you can't really be serious? I thought that was like a joke, or stereotype or something. Like how all Americans have like six guns, and they put ketchup on everything and stuff."
"This is investigative reporter Danielle Wilkins with GPD Chief Napier. Sir, the Whistlers have always been small time thugs. Any insight into why they have resorted to kidnapping the daughter of wealthy entrepreneur Philipa Silver?"
"This is very unusual, indeed," said the hard-looking middle-aged man. "They mostly deal in BMB's. I've never heard of them resorting to kidnapping, nor engaging in any sort of other violence, save some gang-on-gang turf wars."
"BMBs?"
The chief scowled. "Black Market Bananas. The greatest threat facing our youth today. After the first bite, you start hallucinating that you're actually eating an apple. Have you ever seen someone try to eat a banana like it's an apple? Horrifying. If that wasn't bad enough, at some random point within 16 hours of finishing, the imbiber will spontaneously fall asleep for exactly 8 hours, 4 minutes, 2 seconds and 1 millisecond."
"Natalie, wait." Juliana knocked on her door. "Natalie, come on. Don't listen to her."
"3.14159265..." said Natalie, her voice just shy of shouting.
Juliana stalked back into the common room. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Alexandra. "What's your problem?"
"My problem?" said Alexandra lowering her phone and rising to a sitting position. "What's yours?"
"You accused her of having an ass the size of the moon," said Juliana.
"She does."
"It's no bigger than mine," said Juliana.
Usually she was much more prone to marking than Juliana, much to her raging jealousy.
Could it have been a side-effect of her glowy powers? It'd be nice if something good came out of the other night.
Of course, her ass still felt like it should have been covered in welts. Ah well. Guess you couldn't have everything.
She slipped back out into the common room, and gave Juliana a shake of her head.
Juliana's eyes lit up. She finished her toast, and clapped her hands. "Yay!"
Vanessa lurched backwards, a look of disgust on her face. "Keep your mouth closed when you chew. You almost hit me in the face with toasted shrapnel."
Juliana swallowed her mouthful. "Sorry."
Vanessa grunted. "Do it again and we'll add table manners to the bylaws."
"Your waitress is a klutz." Alexandra removed one of her sandals. She lifted her head imperiously and looked the woman in the eye. "So I'm going to take my sandal to her clumsy ass."
The woman's eyes narrowed, and she put her hands on her hips. "I saw the whole sorry chain of events. A gold metal gymnast would have spilled those drinks. Now, let her up."
"Who are you to tell me what do to? My name-"
"My name is Delryn Rossi and I am the general manager on duty. If you have a problem with one of my waitresses, you come to me, and I will decide what, if any, discipline is required. Now let. Her. Up."
"How dare you take that tone with me," said Alexandra, defiantly raising the sandal.
"Girl, you'll have a lot more to worry about than my tone if you keep this up," said Delryn. "I will count to three-"
Alexandra whipped the sandal into the waitress' left cheek, making it wobble and the girl yelp. She gave the manager a look that dared her to do something about it.
Vanessa stood and put a calming hand on Juliana's shoulder. "Alexandra was a snotty bitch to Natalie, yes."
"Only way some girls listen," said Alexandra, turning back to her phone.
"But she wouldn't have come anyway. She never does," said Vanessa.
"I'll be out in a minute." Juliana spun on her heel and walked into her room, slamming the door behind her.
"She'll get over it." Alexandra put her legs up on the back of the couch. "I'm already changed, and packed. Let me know when you're all ready."
Scarlette returned to her room, and pulled open her closet. A little bit of hunting turned up her three bathing suits.
"What?" said Juliana, turning her icy glare on Scarlette.
Scarlette shuddered. "Nothing. It's just that you look like Mama when she's pissed. Stuff of nightmares."
Juliana shrugged. She stepped up to Keiko, and lifted the girl's skirt.
"Hey!" Keiko grabbed her hem. "What're you doing?"
"Lifting your skirt," said Juliana. "Let go."
"But we never-"
"The bylaws say nothing about how clothed the perpetrator must be," said Juliana. "So it's up to our discretion. I would have happily spanked you over your skirt, but you've been arguing with me every step of the way. You argue? You get it on bare skin."
"But-"
"You keep arguing with me, and I will invoke bylaw-penalties for resisting punishment," said Juliana. "Which would let us take that belt to your butt."
Scarlette pulled out the one piece and got changed.
Scarlette handed Juliana the spoon, and stepped back a little to give her room.
"Do you have to watch?" asked Keiko, twisting around to look at Scarlette over her outhrust ass. "Couldn't you like step outside, or something?"
Juliana took the waistband of Keiko's lacy panties and tugged them down to her knees, fully exposing her rich chocolate, heart-shaped bottom. "It's her room you barged into. She has a right to watch your thrashing."
Keiko whimpered. "But it's embarassing!"
"That's part of the punishment," said Juliana. She lined the spoon up against Keiko's right cheek. "Besides, it's not like she's never been spanked. She gets spanked all the time. Misbehaving brat is what she is."
She grabbed the woman's daisy dukes and tore them in half, revealing a very lacy pair of navy blue panties that exposed more of her bum than they covered.
"Hey," said the Whistler. "Those were some of my favorite shorts."
"Girl you're about to have a whole lot more to worry about than your shorts." Scarlet Moon smacked the exposed swell of the Whistler's right cheek with bum-bouncing force. The Whistler squealed, and kicked her legs.
Scarlet Moon traced the brand new scarlet handprint on the woman's right cheek.
"The hell are you?" cried one of the hoodlums.
Scarlette towered over them, her chest heaving, skin buzzing, and blood pumping. "What was that you said about beating my ass?"
Buzzsaw punched Scarlette in the chest. Scarlette flew backwards and slammed into the streetlamp.
Juliana shrieked.
Buzzsaw stared down at her fist, at Scarlette, back down at her fist. She grinned.
"No, what you need to do is-"
Scarlet Moon lifted the Whistler off her lap and tossed her over her shoulder, landing a few swats to the woman's exposed cheeks. She pulled a nice long switch from a nearby tree, and dumped the Whistler back on the ground.
"We don't have-"
Scarlet Moon bent the Whistler over the stump she'd just vacated, and lined the switch up against the woman's red cheeks.
The woman whimpered a little, and squeezed her eyes shut.
"But we don't need her to squeal-"
Scarlet Moon whipped her arm back, and snapped the switch across the center of the woman's bare cheeks. The woman drummed her toes against the leaf-carpeted ground and howled. She tried to straighten, but Scarlet Moon easily held her down.
Scarlet Moon swished the switch another dozen times, leaving a stack of not-quite-parallel stripes.
The spandex-based material went on surprisingly easy, and she couldn't deny a surge of confidence as she looked in the mirror. The suit was crimson and similar to a track speedsuit with short sleeves and spandex shorts. Scarlette's arms were covered by long purple gloves all the way up to mid bicep, and similarly long purple boots with grippy flat bottoms came up to mid thigh. In the center of her chest was a finely embroidered purple crescent moon surrounded by black. A red half-mask, which had to be pulled up and over her head, was attached to the top of her costume. It covered everything from the nose up, like Batman's mask only nowhere near as badass. A purple sash with an 18-inch-long trail was tied around her waist where a belt might be but slung a bit lower.
Buzzsaw fell onto her face.
Scarlet Moon tensed, waiting for the vicious villain to stand back up.
She didn't.
Scarlet Moon's fists slowly unclenched, and she wiped a slightly shaky hand across her cheek. An evil grin slowly spread across her face and she approached the villain. She rolled the supervillain onto her back with a toe, and put her foot against Buzzsaw's chest.
Buzzsaw glared.
Juliana glanced about the common room. "Hey, what about Natalie? We should invite her too."
Alexandra groaned. "You're almost too much nerd for me, and you've got fashion sense. Natalie would ruin the whole day."
Scarlet Moon leapt off the crate wall, and wrapped a crimson cord around a nearby pillar. She swung through the air and rammed both feet into Buzzsaw's back, sending the villain flying through a wall of crates.
Scarlette spun the hoodlum around and pressed her against the wall. Scarlette unbuttoned the hoodlum's jeans and wiggled them down.
"Dammit, girl," said Scarlette as she struggled with the jeans. "Could your pants get any tighter?"
"Could your voice get any more obnoxious?" asked the hoodlum in a high-pitched, mocking voice.
Scarlette finally got the stupid pants down, revealing a small, curved bottom clad in a pair of tight boy shorts.
As soon as they were down, Scarlette's hand whipped through the air and slapped the hoodlum's right cheek. The hoodlum yelped and hopped onto her toes, her cheek wobbling beneath the harsh smack.
"You miserable little brat," said Scarlette, each word punctuated with a sharp smack to one of the hoodlum's bare cheeks. "It's bad enough you rats have to try to mug us after getting in a crash, but now you're gonna mock me too?"
The hoodlum yelped and jumped. She pulled her hips against the brick wall.
Scarlette leaned over and smacked the hoodlum's thigh, right below where bum meets leg.
The hoodlum squealed.
Scarlet Moon crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against a nearby tree. "You know that Buzzsaw wants me to find her, don't you?"
"Bullshit," said the Whistler. "She explicitly told us to keep an eye on any cops that might show up, and not tell anyone."
Scarlet Moon smirked. "Then why'd she make such a big scene at the beach? Why even show up at all? Surely a couple of you Whistlers can handle a bunch of half-naked rich people."
The Whistler said nothing.
Scarlet Moon pushed herself off the tree, and circled around behind the Whistler. The thug followed her every motion.
Scarlet Moon shoved the fedora back into the woman's mouth, and bound her hand and foot with half the rope. She tore off a few strips from the woman's shirt, and tied them around the woman's head, holding the fedora in place. She flipped the Whistler around and landed a stinging swat to the seat of the woman's tight slacks. "Spitting out your gag and calling me a clown is very naughty."
The woman struggled futilely against her bonds.
"Before you and I talk, I need to make sure your buddy can't go make trouble." The superhero turned towards the other Whistler, who was still hunched and sucking in deep breaths.
Scarlet Moon lifted the second woman off the ground, and removed her trenchcoat, revealing a rather plain (but well-fitted) blouse and a pair of skintight slacks that showed off her small, tight bottom. The clothing was plain, but surprisingly well-made. Scarlet Moon tore the sleeves off the woman's shirt and balled it up. She tore a few strips off the bottom.
"Oww! Hey, come on we were just trying to scare ya!" The hoodlum's knees and elbows banged against the concrete floor.
"You swung a stun baton at me." Scarlette grabbed the hoodlum's pants and started slowly tugging the painted-on jeans down to the thug's knees.
"Only 'cause punching doesn't seem to hurt you," said the hoodlum. "Come on, show a little mercy will ya? I had no choice."
Scarlette finally managed to get the accursed jeans down to the thug's knee's exposing a small, heart-shaped bottom.
Scarlette cracked her hand against the thug's bottom.
The thug yelped. "Son of a bitch, your hand hurts worse than-oww!"
Scarlette landed a fierce blow to her left cheek, making the muscular cheek jump. When she pulled her hand away, she left a bright red print behind.
Scarlette's hand snapped up and down in long, sweeping swings. Each stroke made the hoodlum rock on Scarlette's knee, and elicited small, high pitched yelps from the thug's throat.
"Aww come on," wailed the thug. "At least not over your knee! It's so embarassing."
The spandex went on surprisingly easily, perhaps because there was so little of it. The suit consisted of a low-cut crimson crop top that showed off the tops of her breasts, and a red thong that did a distressingly good job of exposing her round cheeks. A finely embroidered purple crescent moon outlined in black nestled between her round boobs. The crop top was connected to the thong in the front via four strips of spandex, two on either side of her belly. Nothing connected the two pieces in the back, leaving her back completly bare, save where the croptop covered her shoulder blades. A red half-mask was attached to the tank top, which had to be pulled up and over her head, Batman style, with a hole in the back for her hair. A pair of long purple high-heeled thigh-high boots finished the ensemble.
"Haw! I knew it. Impotent rage. My ex-boyfriend was the same way." Buzzsaw tossed Vanessa into the sand. "Boys. Utterly useless, am I right?"
She turned and looked at the crowd. "I SAID AM I RIGHT?"
"Yeah!" chorused the crowd.
"Only the girls, ya dipshits. Jesus Christ, I'm going off insulting your gender and you're all like 'Yeah! Fuck us! We're turds!' Give me a break."
"Umm, boss, she's getting away." The Whistler pointed towards Alexandra, who was now two-thirds of the way towards the copse, not too far from Scarlette and Juliana.
The two sucked in a breath.
"Huh. Girl can move pretty good." Buzzsaw leapt into the air.
"Well good morning to you too," said Juliana through the door. She sounded mildly amused.
"Well it's morning at least."
"So you feeling any better?" asked Juliana. "You slept like all day yesterday."
"The hell you talking about?" asked Scarlette, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"A nurse from the campus medical center came by, said you had a 24 hour virus or something."
"Oh. Well, I'm fine." Scarlette stood and stretched. "In fact, I feel great-oh!"
"Can I come in?" said Juliana. "I want to talk. In private."
"Fine whatever, but first I gotta pee like you wouldn't believe." Scarlette jerked open the door.
"Understandable," said Juliana as Scarlette bolted past her and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Scarlette faded in and out of sleep. She woke up boiling, but barely kicked her covers off before she passed out again. She woke up freezing, clutching frantically at whatever blanket she could get her hands on. At one point, it seemed like sun was filtering in through her window, but the next thing she knew it was dark. She thought she could hear Juliana talking to a gentle voice she didn't recognize.
Scarlette woke with a start. Early morning sunlight filtered in through the window, intermingled with cheerful birdsong. She groaned and rubbed her eyes. Weird ass dream.
Weird ass freaking dream.
She rolled off her belly onto her back, and burrowed into the bed.
The door banged.
Scarlette yelped, teetered on the edge of the bed, and fell ass-first onto the floor.
A floor that happened to be covered in textbooks, shoes, pens, pencils, and maybe a thumbtack or two.
"Well, you'd better learn," said Juliana. "And stop swearing."
"Fine, why don't you take it then?" said Scarlette, shoving her hand into Juliana's face. "I didn't sign up to be a fucking walking fucking night fucking light."
Juliana took Scarlette's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Sorry. It's just, my head is killing me and I'm scared, and weirded out, and I just want to go home and get paddled by Sam for missing curfew."
The red mist faded some, and Scarlette ran a hand through her hair. She smiled weakly. "Bet you never thought you'd say that."
Juliana returned the smile. "Don't tell Sam? I'd never live it down."
Scarlette made the motion of locking her lips with a key.
Juliana laughed quietly, then winced. "I thought I was supposed to get the hangover after I woke up."
"I seriously doubt-"
The door banged open.
"Jesus' fuzzy beard," said Juliana, whirling towards the door.
For the briefest of instants, almost too fast to be seen, there was a crimson flare. But Scarlette repressed it in a surge of panic, thoughts of horrified roommates and dark government labs flashing through her head.
Juliana swept her arm out to take in the ruined beach. "You really think the police can handle her?"
Scarlette snapped it up and wedged it against the door.
"Don't know, don't care," said Juliana. "Should hold them for a bit, hopefully long enough for us to get out of this madhouse."
Scarlette turned to look out across the roof. The roof pitched, and Scarlette stumbled. She grabbed Juliana's shoulder. The roof righted itself.
"You ok?" asked Juliana. "For a second there, you looked like you were gonna pass out."
"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," said Scarlette. "We need to get out, and get out now."
Juliana nodded. "Come on, I think I see a couple of wooden boards across the roof."
As the two started across the roof, a loud banging resounded throughout the night air. Clearly the hoodlums now knew the door was blocked. They were probably already looking for something to break it down.
Scarlette and Juliana reached the edge of the next building and looked out across the street. They could just make out Juliana's car, still miraculously undamaged.
"Check that out, only two thugs. Most of them must be out looking for us," said Juliana. "What do you think, can your glowy mojo get us over there?"
"No, I guess not," said Scarlette reluctantly. "But what makes you think I can?"
"Come on. You beat her once. You can do it again," said Juliana.
Scarlette scowled at her. "That was as much luck as anything else."
"Did you see the way she looked at us?" asked Juliana quietly.
"One." Scarlet Moon landed a stinging slap to the woman's right sitspot, and another to her left.
The Whistler said nothing.
"Two." Scarlet Moon pulled the woman's thin panties up into her crack until every inch of her firm bum cheeks were exposed.
The Whistler said nothing.
"Three." Scarlet Moon leaned forward and unleashed a torrent of hard and fast spanks. Her hand whipped through the air, the flat of her palm and the tips of her fingers biting into the woman's vulnerable bum.
The crisp crack of bare hand to bare bottom echoed throughout the copse of trees, soon intermingled with cries of pain. The Whistler bucked, and kicked and flailed. Her hips swayed back and forth as her bottom bounced and bobbed beneath the agonizing assault.
For ten minutes, Scarlet Moon thrashed the villain's bottom, barely slowing down as the seconds ticked by.
The spit caught Buzzsaw in the eye. Her head lurched back.
"Son of a bitch!" Buzzsaw wiped at her face. "That's gross, you asshat. Who knows what kind of hideous diseases you have. You could have given me like explosive diarrhea or something."
Scarlette scrambled to her feet and shoulder slammed the gang leader. And bounced off. Because superpowers.
Buzzsaw grabbed Scarlette by her t-shirt, and flung her across her lap. A rough hand grabbed Scarlette's jeans and forced them down just past Scarlette's curved ass, exposing her thong.
Buzzsaw grabbed Scarlette's panties and viciously yanked the thong down just past Scarlette's ass.
Scarlette's heart leapt into her throat. This was not going to end well. This was not going to end well. This-
"Do you have any idea who I am?" snarled the woman.
"Um-"
"I'm Buzzsaw, bitches!" roared the woman, throwing her fists in air. "Nobody tells Buzzsaw to go to hell! Nobody!"
Buzzsaw lunged forward and swung her fist at Scarlette's nose. Scarlette's head jerked backwards under the force of the blow, but the impact was dull and distant, like Scarlette had been hit through several layers of thick padding.
Buzzsaw reeled backward. "The fuck? Your face made of brick?"
Scarlette kicked Buzzsaw in the shin. Buzzsaw hopped on one leg, clutching her shin with both hands. "Goddamn son of a butt-fucked pig corpse! Beat her ass!"
Scarlette's ears buzzed as the trio of hoodlums closed in. The red mists pulsed in time to her heartbeat. Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
Scarlet Moon gathered some of the woman's hair into her fist and giving a slight tug.
The woman grunted savagely.
Scarlet Moon sighed and resumed the rapid peppering, this time focusing on the woman's sitspots.
After another five minutes of stingy justice, the woman's ass and upper thighs were redder than her panties. She squirmed and snarled with every stroke, but showed no signs of relenting.
Scarlet Moon paused for a second to catch her breath. "Lady you've got one seriously tough bottom. Color me impressed."
The woman snarled.
"If you think-" Scarlet Moon stopped. She could just make out sirens in the distance. "I'm running out of time."
Scarlet Moon yanked the tight slacks back up and over the woman's bottom.The woman squeaked and squirmed as the polyester rubbed against her swollen cheeks. Scarlet Moon dumped the woman next to her companion.
Scarlet Moon grabbed the Whistler by the throat. She bared her teeth, and slammed the Whistler against a tree. "I'm sick of this shit. Where the fuck is Buzzsaw?"
The Whistler clutched at Scarlet Moon's hand with one hand, while the other clawed futilely at Scarlet Moon's eyes.
Scarlet Moon snarled. She pivoted, whipped the Whitler around, and slammed her into the ground with enough force to shatter the woman's back, if it werent't for the scarlet cushion she wove under the woman.
Scarlet Moon put her face within inches of the Whistler's, and her eyes began to glow with a dark scarlet light. The Whistler tried to claw out Scarlet's eyes, but of course Scarlet Moon's forcefield stopped her. Scarlet Moon spoke in a soft voice. "I don't think you understand what's at stake here. Your lunatic boss has kidnapped an innocent woman. The more of my time you waste, the more danger she's in. That makes me angry. Do you really want to make me angry?"
Scarlet Moon's eyes flared.
The Whistler said nothing. Scarlet Moon flipped the woman onto her face. She put a boot on the back of the Whistler's head, and ground the woman's face into the rotted leaves, weeds, and wormy dirt.
NOTE: You are about to begin your first battle. Allies go first, one after another, and then enemies.
You start with two commands: attack and power.
Attack lets you damage a single target. Power allow you to bend the rules of combat.
You will be able to use every command every round (though you don't have to).
Scarlette starts with the power Scarlet Armor. Scarlette can wrap herself in a thick cocoon of red energy, granting her shield points. Shield points can be thought of as temporary hitpoints, they get reduced before your energy does. However, you lose 1 shield point at the end of each turn.
"Watch your language," wheezed Juliana.
"Watch my language?" hissed Scarlette. "After all the shit that just happened, you want me to watch my motherfucking language?"
"Swearing solves nothing, and makes you sound like an idiot," said Juliana. Her eyes scanned the darkness.
"I don't give a fuck!" snapped Scarlette. "Did you not see what just happened?"
"No, I slept through the whole thing," said Juliana. She threw Scarlette a disgusted look. "Take a breath, and calm down-"
"Calm down?" said Scarlette, her voice rising into a high-pitched whine.
"Shh!" Juliana covered Scarlette's mouth with her hand. "Would you please keep quiet? We're being stalked by a gang in case you hadn't noticed. A rather vicious gang from what I hear. They got the BMB market cornered, and how do you think they did that? So. Keep. Quiet."
Scarlette nodded, and Juliana removed her hand. "And keep that glowing thing down. You're like a beacon."
"Definitely owed some major hugs," said Juliana.
He pressed his hand against the small of Juliana's back, and fiercely striped her bare sit spots over and over while she writhed and cried.
The thick switch snapped. "Well, I guess that's that." He gave Juliana's striped ass one more hard smack, and walked back to the beach. "You guys are still welcome to play volleyball, by the way. No grudges."
Juliana lay limply over the stump for several seconds. She slowly pushing herself up. "Owww..."
Scarlette shook her head. "This is why I didn't help you."
Juliana grumbled, and gingerly rubbed her ass. She smiled, despite her tear-streaked face. "Still totally worth it. Did you see Alexandra's face? That was the face of a girl who needed a good, hard spanking."
"Yeah, you and what army?" asked the Whistler. He glanced at his buddies and grinned. "Maybe you'd be better off just givin' us all a-"
Scarlet Moon's head lurched back, and a crimson beam slammed into the Whistler's chest, flinging him back into the warehouse.
"No."
The other Whistlers stared at Scarlet Moon for a minute. They charged.
Scarlet Moon backpedaled. She needed some way of taking out more than one of these posers. Something with some reach...
Scarlet Moon wove her shield into a long staff.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Sometimes you'll fail at stat-based tasks if the stat used isn't high enough. Failure could mean losing energy, being forced into otherwise avoidable combat, getting spanked, or other penalties. Different tasks will require different stat levels. Whether you succeed or not, you still get the stat point for making the choice.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: You're guaranteed to fail the tasks to get into the warehouse.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Scarlet Moon has learned Scarlet Staff. Scarlet Staff is a weapon that increases the number of targets you can Attack at once. The number of enemies you can attack scales with Power. It cannot be used at the same time as Scarlet Spring.
Scarlet Moon leapt off the edge of the roof. She unleashed a brief burst of energy into the roof behind her, and rocketed in an arc through the air.
She heard a faint cry, and looked down to see the cop pointing at her.
There was a faint whine, and a particle beam erupted from the building, missing her shoulder by inches. Scarlet Moon twisted in midair, barely dodging another beam.
The wall consumed her field of vision.
Scarlet Moon curled into a ball and wrapped herself in a scarlet cocoon. She smashed into and through the brick wall, a jolt of pain flashing through her entire body. She smashed through two dry walls, and a window. She slammed into the tile floor. She rolled and skidded through a desk, a door, and another wall.
Finally, Scarlet Moon came to a stop. She pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head and groaning.
"Scarlet Moon!" cried Juliana, her shrill voice piercing Scarlet Moon's ear like a needle. "Are you ok? Talk to me!"
He landed a pair of extra hard blows to Scarlette's sitspots, making the college student squeal. "Not only do you get home two hours past curfew, not only do you disrespect me, not only do you refuse to cooperate, but you try to escape? I mean, it's one thing to mess up if you fess up, trying to get out of it? Frankly, I'm ashamed of you, and I think your parents would be too."
Sam battered Scarlette's tender, bare bottom with the heavy wood, its stingy thud making Scarlette squeal and kick.
"Like I care what you-oww!" squealed Scarlette.
"Oh really?" Sam punctuated the question with a brutal smack to Scarlette's thigh. "Clearly I'm not spanking you hard enough."
Sam leaned over Scarlette's bent over body. The heavy brush thudded against Scarlette's jittering cheeks. The thuds echoed throughout the office, and Scarlette bucked her hips against the couch as hot agony cascaded across her ass. Scarlette cursed. The curing turned into yelps. The yelps turned into wails. The wails turned into whimpers.
"So do you care yet?" asked Sam, punctuating the question with a heavy blow to Scarlette's right sitspot.
"Some gal in long spandex just shimmied down the wall and dropped this lady on the car," said the female cop as she cautiously approached the groaning Whistler.
Scarlette and Juliana ran for the edge of the roof.
"OK, this is easy, just got to find-" said Juliana.
"You can't escape," snarled Buzzsaw. "There's no fire escape on this building. We tore it out."
"A trap," muttered Scarlette.
"That's right, and you walked right into it." Buzzsaw cackled. "And now my minions are bearing down on you at top speed. You've got only a few minutes before we overwhelm you. Then I'm gonna strip you, tie you to a table and beat-"
Scarlette looked out over the buildings, across the street and down at the car guarded only by two schmucks.
"Think you can jump from this high?" asked Juliana, anxiously peering over the side.
"You know, I find myself having a small problem." Buzzsaw stopped smacking Scarlette's ass, and instead dug her fingers into Scarlette's soft flesh. She gave her a twisting pinch. "On the one hand, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that spankings hurt most on the bare. On the other hand, your panties are just so cute. I can't bear to bare your ass just yet. Haw! Get it?"
"Just got a text from Alexandra," said Juliana. "She's gonna be spending the next few nights at home, surrounded by security. Also probably curled up with some stuffed animal she kept from childhood and refuses to admit the existence of."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"About the stuffed animal? Educated guess. Alexandra strikes me as having a soft side."
Scarlet Moon grunted skeptically. "Well, in that case I figure we should get food. You're buying."
"Why the hell am I buying?"
Scarlet Moon ran for the edge of the building and leapt into the air. "Because you didn't have to fight a supervillain."
Juliana huffed. "Fine. But this is better not turn into a tradition."
"Good." Sam pulled Scarlette back up, and snatched the flashlight. He marched Scarlette back into the office. Juliana gave Scarlette a tentative, supportive smile as they entered.
Sam put the light back on the desk and turned to Scarlette. "Now, tell me. And I swear you'll get the bathbrush if you try to feed me any more absurdities."
The two entered the dorm building. The door to the resident office swung open. Sam stood in the doorway, looking less than happy.
Samuel Samson was a few years older than Scarlette and Juliana, being a junior. He had long, toned legs, a fairly large, muscular bottom, washboard stomach, and a lean, toned chest and arms. He had short brown hair, and large brown eyes (currently narrowed). He wore a pair of fitted blue pajama pants, and a tight undershirt that managed to walk the line between comfortable and flattering.
Sam glanced down at his watch. "It's twelve-thirty in the morning. Where have you two been?"
Juliana stepped up to Sam, and gave him a winning smile. "Well-"
Sam took Juliana's arm, spun her around, and gave her bottom a few sharp smacks, her ample bottom roiling under her tight dress. "Not from you. I want to hear from Scarlette."
"Oww!" Juliana hopped out of his reach and clutched her round bottom. "Why can't I answer?"
"Because you're a fast-talking charmer," said Sam. "And it is way too late for me to parse your bullshit."
Juliana crossed her arms over her ample chest and pouted.
"You need to relax," said Juliana, reaching over and rubbing the girl's bottom.
"Dammit, Juliana what did I tell you?" Scarlette grabbed Juliana's wrist and pulled her off the bed. She spun her friend around and gave her right cheek half a dozen swift, stinging swats with the spoon.
Juliana yelped and hopped, her bottom jiggling visibly beneath her tight, thin pajama pants. She yanked herself free and scampered away from Scarlette, furiously rubbing her bottom. "Jeez, Scarlette take a chill pill. It's not like you're doing anything for her. Just whaling away even though she's tight as a drum. This is her first time. Show her a bit of mercy won't you ?"
Scarlette's jaw clenched. She took a deep breath. "Yeah, sorry. But keep your hands off without asking first!"
"Fine, I will, jeez," said Juliana, crossing her arms, cocking her hip and glaring at nothing in particular. "How about, while you're beating Keiko, I'll get rid of that cow you had."
Scarlette took another deep breath, and turned back to Keiko. She gave the young woman's bottom a gentle rub. "How you doing?"
"It stings," said Keiko piteously, her voice muffled by her forearm. "How many more?"
Scarlette's heel bumped up against the lip of the roof.
Buzzsaw's grin widened. "Course, I'm gonna need a sweet ride if I wanna be president. So, give me the car. With that baby, I'll be INDESTRUCTIBLE!"
Scarlette's fists clenched, and she unleashed another crimson blast. The beam struck Buzzsaw in the chest, but as soon as it faded, Buzzsaw lunged forward. Scarlette rammed her spring against Buzzsaw's chest, coiled, released and sent Buzzsaw back through the remnants of the air conditioner.
Buzzsaw yanked herself back on to the roof and charged Scarlette. "GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO BEAT IT OUT OF YOU!"
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Scarlette has learned Scarlet Fists. Scarlet Fists reduces her power and splits those points evently between strength and speed. The amount transfered increases every 5 points of power. Note that this is not a status. The stat change lasts until combat ends, or the player cancels it.
She has also learned Scarlet Spring. Scarlet Spring increases her attrition by 1, but also means all Attacks (NOT Shoot) inflict Away on the target for 1 round. Away reduces the target's Attack count by 1.
Be careful! Buzzsaw's titular Buzzsaw power can cut right through your shields!
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused?" snarled Buzzsaw. She grabbed Scarlette's hair and gave it a savage yank, forcing Scarlette's head back, and her back to arch more.
Buzzsaw looped her belt around her fist, and battered Scarlette's quivering cheeks with the impromptu strap. "By the time I'm done with you, a warm summer breeze will be enough to make you squeal!"
Buzzsaw turned sideways, wrapped her arm around Scarlette's lower back, and pressed her hip against Scarlette's.
"You gonna try to stand up to me again?" asked Buzzsaw.
Scarlette ground her teeth together.
"Are. You. Going. To. Stand. Up. To. Me. Again?" asked Buzzsaw, punctuating each word with a hard stroke to one of Scarlette's sitspots.
Scarlette yipped and stomped her feet.
"Do I need to get mean?" hissed Buzzsaw.
Buzzsaw grabbed Scarlette's arm, spun her around and landed three stinging strokes to the back of Scarlette's jeans. Scarlette squeaked and squirmed.
"Get your jeans down now!" barked the gang leader.
Scarlette hastily did as told, shivering as she exposed her thong.
Buzzsaw's grin widened. "Now put your hands against what's left of the air conditioning unit."
Scarlette did so.
Buzzsaw gave Scarlette's round ass a sharp smack. "And stick your butt out. I want a proper target."
Scarlette whimpered a little, but obediently arched her back, and thrust her hips back.
"Good little Glogirl," hissed Buzzsaw. She smacked Scarlette's left cheek.
Buzzsaw rested one hand on the small of Scarlette's back, and pressed the cracked leather belt against Scarlette's plump right cheek. The leather slid away from Scarlette's cheek for a split second, before crashing into it with a sharp crack.
Scarlet Moon alighted atop the science tower at the edge of campus.
Twenty minutes later, Scarlette Jones walked down the hallway to her room.
Sam poked his head out of the RA office as Scarlette walked by. "Oh! I hadn't realized you'd stepped out."
"Yeah, I kinda wanted a walk." Scarlette rolled her eyes. "Juliana was driving me a bit crazy you know?"
"I guess I can understand that. You guys had a pretty crazy day though, didn't you?" Sam stepped out, a look of concern on his face. "You ok?"
Scarlette shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. It was pretty scary, I've got to admit, but hey, I hear Alexandra was rescued unharmed by a superhero. So that's kinda cool."
Sam frowned. "Maybe. Or maybe it was another superpowered lunatic who wanted the ransom for herself. Heck, she might even have been Buzzsaw's partner or something."
Scarlette scoffed. "That's ridiculous."
"Maybe." Sam shook his head. "For now. Only be a matter of time before she starts to think the rules don't apply to her."
"If you'd just given me the damn car-" said Buzzsaw.
Scarlette stalked over, put her hands on her hips, and glared down at Buzzsaw. "So we could walk home in the middle of the night? My friend was wearing heels, you jackass."
"Three." Keiko took a deep breath.
"Don't forget to relax your bottom."
"Gahh! How is getting spanked so hard?" wailed Keiko.
"Taking a spanking isn't hard," said Scarlette. "It's taking a spanking so that you're not feeling it so bad later that's hard."
Scarlette leaned forward and landed four sharp smacks to the girl's bottom, two right in the middle of each cheek.
"Oww! Oww! Oww! Four, five, six!"
"You missed one," said Scarlette, rubbing Keiko's right cheek. "Anybody and anywhere else, you probably would have earned another half dozen or so by now."
Keiko wailed. "Oooh, seven."
"Look on the bright side," said Juliana. "Means you're closer to done than you thought."
Sam wrapped his arm around the small of Scarlette's back, and bent her over, his hip and leg pressed against Scarlette's. Sam tapped the brush against Scarlette's left cheek, and unleashed a sharp, stinging smack. Scarlette had barely begun to squeak before the brush smacked against Scarlette's right cheek. Then left, then right again almost before Scarlette could process them.
Almost.
Sam unleashed the second fifteen blows in half the time as the first six (though not with much less strength). Scarlette squirmed and squealed throughout the rapid-fire beating. Her hip bumped repeatedly against Sam's. Her curved bottom round and rippled beneath the firm brush.
"OK," said Sam after the last, extra hard swat. He shifted the brush into his other hand, and rubbed Scarlette's burning bottom. "We're done. Now get up."
Scarlette hopped up and danced about the room, rubbing the worst of the sting from her buzzing bottom.
"Wait here." Sam ducked into the office, and came out a second later with a flashlight. He grabbed Scarlette's arm and pulled her towards the door. "Come with me."
"Where are we going?" asked Scarlette, ineffectually digging her heels into the linoleum.
"Falsifying the other half of your stupid story," said Sam. He pointed at Juliana. "You go into the office and wait for me."
Juliana scurried into the office.
Sam dragged Scarlette out into the parking lot. "Let's see, I think I saw your headlights over here..."
Scarlette's stomach plummeted with every step. When they reached the car, Sam flicked on the flashlight and swept it over the car. "Not a dent. Not even a scratch in the paint. So you slammed into a lightpost, and didn't even dent the car."
Not too much later, Scarlet Moon landed on a large building opposite the entrance to the business park, not too far from the damaged street light they'd crashed into a few nights earlier. She stumbled forward a few steps, and barely kept from faceplanting.
"I swear to God Scarlet Moon if you break so much of a twig off that tree, you'll be the one getting a switch across her naked ass," snarled Juliana.
Scarlet Moon took a few steps back, away from the Whistler and her ears. "But--"
"She's a hardened thug! There's no way you'll be able to beat it out of her, not unless you want to start actually beating her," said Juliana. "Is she scared of you? Maybe we can scare her."
Scarlet Moon eyed the Whistler, who lay curled up on the forest floor, gingerly clutching her welted ass, and watching Scarlet Moon with wide, tear-filled eyes.
"Alright, you can get up and make yourself decent," said Sam.
Scarlette jumped off the back of the sofa and danced around the room, gently yet frantically rubbing her blazing bottom with one hand, and wiping her face with the other. After a few seconds of dancing, she took a deep breath, and pulled her jeans up and over her round ass. She whimpered as the cloth rubbed against her savaged skin.
Sam pulled Scarlette into a warm hug.
"Hey now, you know I'm only doing this because I was worried right?" said Sam, ruffling Scarlette's hair. "I've had friends who had to get their stomach pumped, friends who got into fights and got expelled, and friends who literally got lost in the middle of the night, because they lost track of time, lost track of how much they drank, or lost track of where they were. I just don't want the same to happen to you or Juliana. Or any of my charges. Also because your parents would probably beat me with a bat if you got hurt. A spiked bat. A spiked bat that's on fire."
The thug whimpered.
Scarlette clapped her hand against the hoodlum's ass, eliciting a small yelp. "So, you gonna attack anyone else?"
"No..."
"Good." Scarlette let the hoodlum stand. The thug danced in place, rubbing her bottom and mewling.
"Too late, I'm smacking you anyway!" Juliana struck Keiko's sit spots with the spoon in a quick one-two smack.
"Owww!" Keiko bucked about on the bed, her hand snapping back to rub her bottom.
"Lightweight," said Juliana with a shake of her head. She tossed the spoon to Scarlette.
"To be fair, it was her first." Scarlette returned the spoon to its place on the top shelf of the closet. "And you see how little padding she's got?"
"That's true. You really want to survive a spanking, what you need is some good padding." Juliana gave her own bottom a flesh-jiggling smack.
Juliana touched her on the shoulder, before sitting back down next to Keiko, and giving the girl's bottom a thorough massage. "There that wasn't so bad was it?"
"Better than getting my toenails pulled off maybe," muttered Keiko. "But not by much. That feels good though, thanks."
"Hey, very important part of a spanking." Juliana smiled. "The post-spanking massage makes it clear that all is forgiven. It's like it never happened. That's one thing we got over you Canadians. You do something stupid, piss off a friend and you're all awkward for a while. Feel like you got a debt to pay. Not here. Here you bend over, take a few licks, get a massage and all is cleared away."
"Eh, I think I'll stick to the acidic pain of long-lasting regret," said Keiko, rubbing her face against her arm.
"Suite yourself. So you gonna barge into somebody else's room without knocking?"
"No," said Keiko. "And I'll do my homework, go to class, and stay awake, attentive, and answering questions."
Juliana chuckled. "Nothing like a sore bottom to encourage good behavior, eh?"
"What kind of neanderthal do you take me for?" asked the man as the sharp crack of hard hand to bare flesh echoed across the beach.
Scarlette cast a bemused look around. A few people were watching, but most had apparently rubber-necked enough for one day.
"A uh-oww-hot one?" asked Juliana.
"Flattery will get you nowhere." The man picked up the pace, making Juliana kick even more frantically.
"So I noticed," wailed Juliana.
"Now did you, or did you not push me?" asked the man as his flat hand struck the swell of Juliana's bobbing bottom.
"I pushed you, I pushed you," said Juliana.
"Good." The man released Juliana, who shot up and clutched her bottom, dancing rubbing and hissing. He grabbed her by the ear. "Now come along. We've only just gotten started."
Scarlet Moon yanked the stungun from the woman's grip and tossed it into an alley.
The other Whistler groaned a feminine groan and rolled onto her side. "The hell? Are we being attacked by a clown?"
Scarlet Moon ground her teeth together. She grabbed the Whistler by the scruff of the neck and lifted her into the air.
The Whistler's fedora fell off, revealing a cascade of meticulously maintained, shimmering shoulder-length brown hair. Her big brown eyes fixated on Scarlet Moon, and her ruby red lips formed an "o."
Buzzsaw leapt at Scarlet Moon. She rammed her fist through the crate Scarlet Moon was laying on and hurled it at a pillar.
"Woah!" Scarlet Moon snapped a chord around a nearby rafter and leapt off the box.
Buzzsaw sailed out of the dimness, and punched Scarlet Moon in the chest, sending her smashing through the pillar, through another crate wall, and into a third.
Scarlet Moon stumbled out of the smashed crates, transistors spilling out all around her. Buzzsaw's chain wrapped around her torso and yanked her into Buzzsaw's grip.
Buzzsaw grinned. "Think I'm stupid do you?"
"How much of that was an act?" asked Scarlet Moon, straining against Buzzsaw's grip.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Buzzsaw's head snapped down, her razor-sharp Mohawk arcing towards Scarlet Moon's head.
Scarlet Moon's shield flared and the razor-sharp hair halted. At first. The mohawk inched closer and closer to Scarlet Moon's head.
Buzzsaw's face twisted into a rictus grin. "You're mine Glogirl."
They entered the main room to find two more of their suitemates waiting for them: Alexandra and Vanessa.
Alexandra lounged on the sofa, playing with her phone. She was very tall even without heels. She had long, toned legs and a slender-but-toned build: thin waist, smallish breasts, flat stomach and bubble butt. She had rich chestnut hair draped over the arm of the couch and held out of her face by a golden hairband. She wore a short white skater skirt, and a tight black off-the-shoulder crop top that bared her shoulders and midriff.
Vanessa sat curled up in an over-sized recliner with a book open in her lap. She was of average height, and had a voluptuous, hourglass figure: substantial breasts, reasonably narrow waist, wide hips and large, protruding bubble butt. She had lily white skin and shoulder-length raven black hair tied back into a ponytail. She wore a pair of dark blue cut-off jean shorts and a black t-shirt emblazoned with the rictus grin of the heavy metal band Vicious.
Buzzsaw growled and pushed Scarlette's legs back further, pulling her jeans-clad bottom fully off the ground, and stretching Scarlette's bottom. Her hand snapped up above her head, and bulleted down, the flat palm and long fingers striking Scarlette's plump bottom with a cheek-quivering crack. Her entire torso swiveled with each swing, adding extra oomph to each punishing blow.
Scarlette squirmed, grunted, and occasionally yelped. Her fingered scrabbled at the detritus and loose stones scattered about the roof, her teeth clenched in a grimace, and her eyes squeezed shut.
"By the time I'm done with you, my name alone will be enough to make your ass ache," said Buzzsaw in a growl.
Scarlet Moon leapt into the air. She wrapped a Scarlet Cord around the base of the shattered pillar, and spun in midair. Buzzsaw's chain snapped taut, and for a moment the two froze, Buzzsaw straining one direction, Scarlet Moon straining the other. Scarlet Moon's shield flared. She pulled on the pillar with everything she had. Buzzsaw whipped through the air and smashed through a wall of crates, sending wires flying everywhere. With a scream, Scarlet Moon snapped free of the chains, wrapped another Scarlet Cord around the rafters, and swung after the supervillain.
The quintet made their way to an open stretch of sand about halfway between the entrance and the water, close enough to the volleyball nets to watch the pickup games, not close enough to get hit by stray balls.
Vanessa eyed the volleyball net as she helped Juliana set out the blankets, while Keiko and Scarlette wrestled with the umbrella.
"Hey," she called to the nearest net. "You guys looking for players?"
A muscled blonde man grinned. "'Course. The more the merrier."
Vanessa grinned. She ripped off her shirt and shorts, to reveal a dark blue high-cut one piece that showed off her muscular physique. "Come on, let's play!"
"Ugh." Alexandra, stripped off her top and skirt, to reveal a small red tie-bikini. The top formed an x across her chest while the bottom seemed to take particular joy in flashing a bit of cheek. "God no. I came here to lie in the sun before school gets stupid, not roll around in the sand like a pig." She pointed at a nearby waitress. "You there! Yes, you! My name is Alexandra Silver and I demand a beach chair right here, right now!"
"-collar and chain-" said Buzzsaw.
Scarlette's eyes traveled up the lamppost that the car slammed into. The post looked a bit dented, but none the worse for wear. "I'd kill for some web shooters."
"-all over my shoes-"
Scarlette's wrist twitched. A crimson cord emerged from her palm and started pooling at her feet.
"Convenient," said Juliana.
"-goddamn cow!"
Scarlette threw her hand out, and watched with a grin as the cord flew towards the street light.
And then went taut.
Scarlette lurched, and teetered on the edge of the roof. Juliana yelped, and grabbed her arm. Scarlette stared at the cord, hovering in mid-air, tight as a tightrope.
"Can't you make that thing any longer?" asked Juliana, glancing over her shoulder. "Aww man, they're carrying the wooden planks from the other bridge over here. They'll be crossing soon!"
Juliana glanced at the car radio. "Oh come on. It's not curfew yet."
"There is no way in hell we're gonna make it back by eleven," said Scarlette.
"You worry too much. Sam's probably asleep," said Juliana.
"Then why are you driving so fast?"
"I got class early tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's Saturday."
"It's a study group. I misspoke."
"We've only been in school a week."
"It would be nice if I didn't have to study, but alas, life isn't that kind."
"Whatever." Scarlette looked out the window. "Just try not to get pulled over."
"I have far more invested in that than you do," said Juliana.
"Then why are you going so fast?"
"I told you-"
Scarlette's skin itched and burned, like a hive of bees crawling across and stinging her skin.
Buzzsaw's brow furrowed.
"She's implying that your hands are soft and effeminate, boss," said one of the thugs.
"Nobody calls Buzzsaw's hands soft," roared Buzzsaw. She grabbed Scarlette and raised her fist. "MY PALMS ARE STEEL!"
Scarlette kicked Buzzsaw in the shin.
"Shit! Fuck! Son of a bitch!" Buzzsaw hopped back, clutching at her leg. "Beat her scrawny ass!"
The three thugs approached, cracking their knuckles. A small voice in the back of Scarlette's head screamed in terror, but the rest buzzed. The air seemed to pulse, and Scarlette could barely see through the red mist that filled the air.
"What a night," said Juliana as the two entered the common room of their suite. The suites in the building were rather unusual in that they had six single rooms, rather than three double rooms. It had originally been built for graduate students. However, though Nezerwallup had an excellent undergraduate program, their graduate program was generally less good. The building had been repurposed into undergraduate dorms.
Scarlette made a beeline for her own room.
"See you tomorrow?" said Juliana.
"See you." Scarlette shot Juliana a small smile. "Sleep well."
"That shouldn't be too hard."
Scarlette entered her own room, shut it and shucked her clothing. She fumbled into her pajamas, and collapsed onto the bed.
"I know. But you need to learn not to," said Sam.
Scarlette nodded, and fiddled with her jeans.
Sam stood Scarlette up, and guided her over to the side of the couch. "Bend over and put your hands on the armrest. You'll get twenty for coming home past curfew. Then you're going to bed. OK?"
Scarlette nodded, gnawing on her lips. She bent over and put her hands on the sofa armchair. She arched her back a little, and stuck her plump butt out.
"Good girl," said Sam. He took the waistband of Scarlette's jeans. Scarlette whimpered as the RA pulled Scarlette's jeans down and over the swell of her jumping ass.
Scarlette heard the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Sam tapped the back of a hairbrush against Scarlette's right cheek. The student hissed at the feel of the cool wood against her bare, curved ass cheek.
"Keep your bottom relaxed," said Sam. "It'll do less damage."
Scarlette nodded, and forced her cheeks to unclench.
There was a sharp slap. A thuddy sting cascaded across her right cheek. Scarlette jumped.
"Relax," said Juliana. "This road's always empty."
Scarlette looked at the dark buildings zipping by and shivered. "And kind of creepy."
"See? All the more reason to go fast," said Juliana.
"No, all the more reason to slow down a little. I do not want to get into an accident here," said Scarlette, rubbing at her skin. "Why the hell do we always go this route anyway?"
"Faster. No cars, very few traffic lights, and they're all blinking yellow this time of night."
"Yeah, but you're going like fifty-five. It's a thirty-five zone."
"Fifty. And I told you-"
Your skin started to itch and burn, like a hive of bees crawling across and stinging your skin.
"We need to go to the beach," said Alexandra, lowering her phone and flashing a bleached-teeth grin. "It's supposed to be like, super hot today. 80 plus."
Keiko's eyes bugged out of her head.
"Fahrenheit," said Juliana.
"Oh," said Keiko.
Alexandra's face pinched. "Duh. I don't know Kelvin."
"I think you meant Celsius." Juliana walked over to the counter behind the sofa that served as an impromptu food pantry. It had a couple of loaves of bread, some apples, a half-bushel of bananas, a box of Cheerios, a microwave, a coffee pot, and a toaster on it. Vanessa had brought a small fridge with her, and that sat wedged into a bit of wall space between the end of the counter, and the hallway. The hallway was lined by the bathroom and the other four rooms (Juliana's and Scarlette's opened out into the common room directly). "Aww poo, we're all out of your mom's cookies."
"Yeah, and I noticed somebody having more than her fair share," said Alexandra, leveling a glare on Scarlette.
"Run!"
Scarlette shoved the door open, and stumbled out. Juliana bolted towards the dark buildings. Scarlette bolted after her.
As the two vanished into the dark, they heard one last cry from Buzzsaw. "Run all you want Glogirl! You can't escape me! By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you'd never heard the name BUZZSAW!"
The two charged down a side street, running until the car was well out of sight. The two hunkered down in the shadowed doorway of a decrepit office building.
Juliana put her hands on her head and sucked in long, deep breaths.
Scarlette put her hands on her knees and tried not to pass out.
NOTE: Scarlette now knows the power Scarlet Beam. Scarlet Beam increases your attrition by 1, but gives you an additional action: Shoot. Shoot is a lot like Attack, except it uses power for its base damage rather than strength.
The thugs looked at Scarlette, paying careful attention to her glowyness.
"So, um, think we should-"
"Buzzsaw will be pissed if we don't."
"I guess that's true. You first."
"No, you."
"Don't even think of looking at me. I'm clearly too badly injured."
"Yes, yes, she shot you, booh-hoo."
"With a laser beam! Out of her eyes!"
"How terrible for you."
"I don't see you attacking her!"
"Whatever."
"So how about the two of us take her down together, we take all the credit, and Terry takes the blame?"
"Hey, no fair! Did you not see me get shot? I'm a casualty! Should get a purple heart or some shit!"
"Nobody cares. Charge!"
Scarlette tried to push herself off Buzzsaw's large lap, but Buzzsaw grabbed Scarlette by the hair and shoved her back down.
"You will not move," snarled Buzzsaw. There was a slithering hiss as Buzzsaw pulled her belt free. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish your mommy had never bent over and taken your daddy like the cocksucking slut she is."
"Erm, how could she have bent over to 'take my daddy,' and been a cocksucker at the same time?" asked Scarlette.
There was a faint whistle and a loud snap. Scarlette's jaw clenched. A thick line of fire blazed across her naked cheeks. The belt whistled and snapped again. And again. And again. Each stroke left a blazing trail across Scarlette's naked cheeks.
Scarlette ground her palms together, and her toes curled. She forced herself to take slow breaths and relax as the vicious belt licked her burning, plump bottom over and over and over and over and over again.
Finally, Scarlette's legs started to kick a little, and her hips squirmed.
"About damn time," grunted Buzzsaw over the whistle-snap of the hideous belt. "My shoulder's starting to hurt."
Scarlet Moon pooled her crimson mojo around her feet. She began to run.
Keiko whimpered and let go of the skirt.
"Good girl," said Juliana, her voice warming a little. Juliana lifting Keiko's skirt over her narrow hips to reveal a small, firm, heart-shaped bottom clad in a pair of white, lacy boy-short panties that exposed a little bit of Keiko's lower cheek. Juliana cooed. "These are nice. Where'd you get them?"
Keiko mumbled something.
"Aww, come on I'm serious," said Juliana. "They look sooo cute on you. I wonder if we could find a pair in my size?"
"Vicky's mysteries," mumbled the young woman into her forearm.
"We'll have to go shopping together sometime. You've got great taste in underwear." Juliana patted the girl's bum. Juliana turned her attention to Scarlette. "Would you like to punish her or shall I?"
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She gathered power into her feet, and took off after the Whistler.
The Whistler glanced back over her shoulder, and yelped. She skidded to a halt, grabbed a nearby branch, and whipped around, swinging it at Scarlet Moon's head.
Scarlet Moon ducked the swing. She grabbed the branch and yanked it out of the Whistler's hand. She grabbed the Whistler's arm, sat down on a conveniently placed tree stump, and turned the Whistler over her knee.
"No. Let go of me," cried the Whistler, kicking and squirming.
"Tell me where Buzzsaw is." Scarlet Moon landed a stinging swat to the woman's exposed right sitspot.
"Go fuck a monkey." The Whistler kicked and bucked against Scarlet Moon's thighs.
"I'm glad you've learned your lesson. That just leaves a few swats for that potty mouth of yours. Let's see, I recall three uses of vulgarity, so let's give you five for each? What do you think?"
"I think that's--oww!"
"Not you," said Delryn as she landed a particularly hard stroke to the girl's left cheek. She gestured towards the audience. "I'm asking them."
Alexandra eeped, and her face turned even redder.
There was a cacophonous cheering from the crowd. Only Vanessa didn't seem to be joining in. She stood watching with arms crossed, an uneasy look on her face.
Scarlette landed four more hard and fast strokes to Keiko's left lower cheek. Keiko bounced up and down on the bed, her small butt bobbing up and down.
"It hurts!" wailed the girl.
"Of course it does," said Scarlette. She ran her hand across Keiko's left cheek, and landed a stinging stroke to the girl's left sitspot. "I'm not doing this for my health. Besides, we're already halfway done."
"Only halfway?" wailed Keiko.
Scarlette stepped back a moment to give Keiko a bit of a break. Juliana sat down on the bed next to her.
"Keiko, you have to relax your bottom," said Juliana, running one hand over the girl's toasty bum. "Tensing'll just makes it more sore later. Trust me, I know. The key to surviving a spanking is to stay relaxed. Just roll with it."
Keiko muttered something incoherent.
"Just take a deep breath, and focus on relaxing." Juliana glanced at Scarlette, who stepped forward. She removed her hand, and instead started rubbing Keiko's back.
"Actually, feel free to take your time," said Juliana.
"No, no, no. You make a good point." Sam struck Juliana's left cheek twice in rapid succession. "I should be disciplining you, not making snarky comments about your dress. And frankly, I should be grateful."
Sam gave Juliana half a dozen swift, bottom-jiggling strokes that made Juliana squirm and kick a little. "Such tiny panties save me the effort of tugging them down. You know how much work that is? Sure it may not seem like much, but it adds up after a while."
"Glad to be of service. Oww!"
Sam struck Juliana's light brown ass with swift, sharp strokes, the hairbrush flashing between roiling cheeks.
Juliana wiggled, squirmed and kicked. She yelped and bounced her bottom, her knees bouncing up and down on the cushion.
Scarlet Moon tied the trio together with a crimson cord and plopped them on top of a display case. "Don't worry ladies. That cord'll fade in about ten minutes. More than enough--ah, I hear them now."
As sirens split the night, Scarlet Moon leapt up into the air, wrapped a cord around a nearby lamppost, and swung away.
"Please tell me you're finally leaving," said Juliana with a strained voice.
Scarlet Moon swung past a blinding billboard advertising Twinkle Teeth toothpaste. "I'm working on it, I'm working on it. But somebody whom I shall not name thought I should get involved in a robbery."
"Don't get snippy with me. This is what a superhero does."
"Being a superhero sucks."
"Relax. Just swing around behind campus and slip in through your window. Sam doesn't know you're out."
Scarlette raised her fists to her eyes and rubbed them like she was crying. "Waa waa waa! That mean ol' mugging victim broke my favorite toy! I'm gonna throw such a temper tantrum! Waaa! Waa! Waa!"
Buzzsaw's hand closed into a fist. She started to push herself to her feet, but then her arms gave out, and she faceplanted.
Scarlette laughed. "Look at you. Can't even get your whale ass off the ground."
"Little shit," hissed Buzzsaw. "By the time I'm done with you-"
"Alright, looks good to me. Let's get you back to the beach to address that filthy mouth of yours," said Delryn. "Oh, don't bother putting those on yet."
Alexandra gave Delryn a horrified look.
Delryn pulled Alexandra to her feet, and folded Alexandra's wrist behind her's back. She frog marched Alexandra back to the beach chair, swatting the girl with every step. Alexandra emitted a cacophony of yelps, her naked ass bouncing beneath the hard strokes.
The boss traded her grip on the girl's wrist for one on her ear, sat down on the chair and pulled Alexandra's head down even with her own. "I remember what you were going to do to my waitress. And, frankly, it's just what you deserve!"
The boss tossed Alexandra back over her lap and picked up the sandal.
Buzzsaw grinned maliciously. Her voice came out as a smooth, sinister hiss. "Oh don't worry, I won't hurt you, so long as you do exactly as I say."
Scarlette anxiously bit her lip, and nodded.
"Stand up," said Buzzsaw as she undid her belt.
Scarlette did as ordered.
"Now, lower your jeans, and face the air conditioning unit." Buzzsaw doubled her thick belt. She gripped the buckle in one hand and let it hang loosely against her leg.
The two hoodlums lay on the floor in the fetal position, groaning in pain.
"That bitch's unreal."
"Or we suck."
"I like mine better."
"Me too."
"Good job," said Juliana, clapping Scarlette on the shoulder. "Wonder if they-"
A crash echoed through the factory.
Scarlette spun back towards the door as it burst open and half a dozen Whistlers poured in.
"Cell phone, dumbass!" shouted the hoodlum Scarlette laser-beamed.
Juliana grabbed Scarlette's wrist and tugged her towards the stairs.
They ran up the stairs, Juliana slamming the door shut behind them. "That sheet of iron, quick grab it!"
Scarlet Moon tightened her grip on the woman's hips and peppered her mostly-exposed bottom (and thighs) with snappy slaps. She wrapped her hand in a faint forcefield to add an extra oomph.
The woman squirmed as best she could while bound with thick ship rope and bent over Scarlet Moon's knee. She grunted and squeaked against her gag, and shook her head, throwing her long chestnut hair around.
Buzzsaw's hand arced through the air, and struck Scarlette's right cheek, sending a jolt of pain through her jeans to her curved bottom.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?" snarled Buzzsaw as she raised her hand a second time. "You were supposed to be an easy few bucks. You hand over your wallet, give me the keys to that tank-car of yours, and then go home and ask daddy to replace your shit. No muss, no fuss. Instead, you insult me, shoot me through the air, go galavanting through MY turf, beating up MY people, and forcing me to dirty my own hands bringing you down."
Buzzsaw's right hand struck Scarlette's uplifted bottom with hard, heavy smacks. Her eyes bore into Scarlette's.
Juliana groaned.
Sam stared at Scarlette. "You got into a crash."
"Yes."
"And then fought off the Whistlers."
"Yes."
"And you don't have a single bruise to show for it."
"Umm..." Scarlette glanced down at her t-shirt. A bit wrinkled, but no smudges or tears, no dried blood. Her knuckled weren't bruised, her face didn't hurt anywhere.
Sam rubbed his forehead. "And you really expect me to believe this?"
"I'm telling you, it happened," said Scarlette, stomping her foot.
"Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"I'll show you when you get home," said Juliana. "Trust me, you'll love it."
"And you're sure it looks good?" Scarlet Moon banked around a particularly tall office building, to the open-mouthed gapes of weekend workers.
"Of course! You really think I'd put you in an outfit you don't look good in? Girl, you're sexier than a thong bikini made of leather."
"Not even gonna ask."
She had a maroon full-cut one piece that fully covered yet drew the appropriate emphasis to her bottom, a fair amount of her chest, and everything in between.
She had a black tie-side full cut bikini that covered all and only the important bits.
Finally, she had a black thong bikini that Juliana browbeat her into getting a few weeks ago. Mama would have a conniption fit if she saw her in that.
Don't panic. Panic. Don't panic. She was able to lift that iron sheet right? Maybe if there was a lot of glow in her legs, she could jump really far? The glow flowed, and pooled down around her feet.
"And my ping pong paddle."
Juliana shrieked. "Back off!"
A particle stunner whined, and there was a yelp of pain.
"Shit! The bitch's got a stunner!"
"And my frat paddle. BRING ME THE FRAT PADDLE!"
Scarlette hooked her hand around Juliana's waist. She coiled her legs, and jumped with all her might.
"NO! NO! NO! Get them! Or I'll beat all your asses from now until Judgement Day, and then I'll beat your asses FOR ETERNITY!"
"Eat particles!" cried Juliana, firing a law enforcement standard issue particle stunner at the hoodlums crowding the roof.
After finishing her morning business, Scarlette stumbled out of her pjs and into the shower, shivering as the water struck her bare skin. She cranked the heat, muttering under her breath about heating that took freaking forever, and if Juliana had used-
Ouch! Shit! Hot hot too hot hot!
Scarlette's vision gained a red mist, and it was as if she were wearing a full-bodied poncho. She turned the heat down a little with a shaking, glowing hand, and leaned against the shower wall. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her breath came in labored gasps. She stared at her hand until the red glow faded from her skin.
Scarlette closed her eyes. Her thoughts bouncing between red flares, rainbow mohawks, squealing tires, and glowing skin.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the jumple of memories from last night (no, two nights ago) coalesced into a coherent narrative. She fought an honest-to-god supervillain. A supervillain who was very much still out there, and likely pissed as hell.
Scarlette realized with a start that she was shivering. The once hot water was now merely lukewarm. She quickly suzzed up and cleaned herself.
Juliana shot Scarlette a disgusted look. "Remember the last time we got in past eleven?"
Scarlette shrugged. "Whatever. We're not going to make it anyway."
"Being ten minutes past is way better than two hours," said Juliana, casting an anxious glance at the clock, and shifting in her seat.
"More like twenty. Besides, Sam doesn't scare me."
Juliana rolled her eyes.
"It's true!"
"Uh-huh."
"Look, if we're going to get in trouble anyway, might as well have some fun first, right?"
"There are many types of 'in trouble.' Some are far more terrible than others," said Juliana. "Damage control, Scarlette. Damage control."
"Damage control can suck it."
"I'll tell you what you can-"
Your skin started to itch and burn, like a hive of bees crawling across and stinging your skin.
"Fuck you," snarled the Whistler, (ineffectually) punching Scarlet Moon again.
"Fuck you," snarled Buzzsaw, thrashing and bucking across Scarlette's knee. "When I get up-"
"You'll be very sad and contrite. Now shut up and take your medicine." Scarlette reached around Buzzsaw's waist and began pulling down her jeans. Then Scarlette's fingers brushed a leather belt around Buzzsaw's waist.
A very thick leather belt.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. Juliana focused on the road, only occasionally flicking her eyes towards Scarlette. Scarlette sagged in her seat, gasping and groaning.
Eventually, they reached campus. They wound their way through the dark, empty streets to the dormitories at the back. Juliana eased the car into a parking spot, and turned it off.
Silence.
Scarlette ran a shaking hand through her hair. "Maybe next time we should just go to Late Night."
Juliana laughed quietly. "Maybe."
Scarlette looked down at her hand. The strange crimson glow had faded completely, and if it weren't for the fact that she ached all over, she'd think she'd just imagined it all.
Juliana sucked in a breath, and pushed the door open. "Come on. Let's get this over with. Just let me do the talking."
Buzzsaw's eyes narrowed. She shoved Scarlette onto her back, grabbed Scarlette's ankles, and lifted her legs into the air. The small of Scarlette's back lifted off the roof.
"Oh, oh, come on! D-don't you think that's a bit much?" Alexandra sobbed.
"They don't seem to think so. Don't worry, honey, I'm sure they'll count for you." Delryn wrapped a muscular leg around her victim's legs and locked Alexandra's right hand against the small of Alexandra's back. Delryn began the finale. Alexandra squirmed fiercely and sobbed, but she was locked in position for the full count.
"Alright, we're done." Delryn helped Alexandra off her lap. Alexandra hastily pulled her bikini bottoms back up. She danced in place, rubbing her bottom and moaning. Vanessa approached her with a towel and wrapped it around her. Vanessa led the sobbing young woman back to her towel. Keiko followed after them, watching Delryn like a horse watching a pack of wolves.
Scarlette and Juliana started to follow as well.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" Juliana and Scarlette turned to see the young man who'd set off the Rube Goldberg spanking machine. He was limping a little, and Scarlette noticed a bandage wrapped around his ankle.
"Sorry." Juliana picked up a bluetooth headset and an old flip phone. "Here. My bluetooth headset, and my dad's old flip phone he gave me as a backup. I'll see if I can google-up some maps of the office park."
"Where am I supposed to put this?" asked Scarlette, looking down at the outfit. "You didn't give me any pouches."
Juliana's face screwed up in disgust. "Of course not. This isn't the 1990's. I'm sure you'll find someplace. Oh, and you might want to take a bag with a change of clothes in it, just in case you don't have enough scarlet mojo to get back home."
Scarlet Moon tossed her head, and her eyes glowed with a spectacular red light.
The Whistlers charged out of the building, hooting and howling.
Scarlet Moon scrambled backwards. There sure were a lot of them. She really needed some way of taking out a bunch of them at once. Something with some reach...
Scarlet Moon grinned. She wove her shield into a long staff.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Sometimes you'll fail at stat-based tasks, if the stat isn't high enough. Failure could mean losing additional energy, forced into otherwise avoidable combat, getting spanked, or other penalties. Different tasks will require different stat levels. Whether you succeed or not, you still get the stat point for making the choice. Whether you want to balance your stats, and risk some failures or focus on a single stat and succeed pretty much every time that stat has a choice available is up to you.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: You are guaranteed to fail to get into the warehouse.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Scarlet Moon has learned Scarlet Staff. Scarlet Staff is a weapon that increases the number of targets you can Attack at once. The max number of targets increases with power. Because it is a weapon, it cannot be used at the same time as Scarlet Spring.
The scraps of glow that remained pooled around Scarlette's feet and energy surged through her legs. Scarlette grabbed Juliana, slung her over her shoulder, and ran.
The two hoodlums guarding the car ran to intercept them. Scraps flowed into Scarlette's fist, and she punched first one, then the other. She snatched open the driver door, and shoved Juliana in. She yanked open the backdoor and dove in.
Juliana started the car, rammed it into reverse, rocketed away from the pole, shoved it into drive, and bolted into the night with a squeal of tires.
GAMEPLAY NOTE: Scarlette has learned Scarlet Cords.
Scarlet Cords allows Scarlette to start swinging through the air, Spider-Man style. It increases her attack and defense, by a flat amount at the cost of increased attrition. It also automatically cures her of Away at the start of her turn (rendering her effectively immune to it).
Buzzsaw grabbed the hem of Scarlette's jeans and peeled it up Scarlette's wobbling ass, her tiny little thong doing absolutely nothing to hide her round cheeks.
Scarlet Moon smirked at the scattered bodies.
"Language." Juliana ran a hand through her hair. "I was rooting through all that crap back there, trying to find something useful."
"Did you?"
"I found some rope we can use to tie these two up, but other than that..." Juliana shrugged. The two took a second to tie up the Whistlers, then slipped back out into the dark, gang-infested park.
Scarlette and Juliana followed the thug's directions and found the factory with minimal issue. They slipped in. Most of the factory was a giant room cluttered with rusted machinery, busted belts, rotted boxes, and bits of metal and plastic. Scarlette peered into the shadows, but saw nothing but vague rectangular and cylindrical shapes.
"You sure this place has a way out?" hissed Scarlette.
"Yes, because I magically know everything there is to know about a long-abandoned office park," hissed back Juliana. "Of course I don't know. Now come on. The sooner we look around, the sooner-hey, I think I see some stairs-"
"What was that?" asked Scarlette. Her breath stopped, and her eyes skipped from shadow to shadow.
There was a shout and a trio of figures charged out of the shadows from left, right, and forward, screaming at the top of their lungs.
"Hurry you fools!" roared Buzzsaw (weakly). "Stop them! Stop them I say! Or I'll beat the skin off your asses instead!"
"Looks like tall, bright, and obnoxious is awake," muttered Juliana. She threw a slightly desperate look at Scarlette.
Scarlette focused on the bits of crimson light dancing about her. A few shreds gathered in her hand, but they weren't enough to be a night light.
"Then grab the other boards you fucking shitheads!" roared Buzzsaw.
"Pleeease hurry," said Juliana, glancing behind them, and slapping Scarlette frantically on the shoulder.
After several minutes of vigorous spanking that left Juliana sobbing and red-bottomed, the man released his hold on her. Juliana jumped up and rubbed her sore plump ass, while the man walked over to the closest low-hanging branch and broke off a large switch a good half-inch in diameter and two feet long.
"You should get what your friend got," He flicked the switch in Alexandra's direction. "But I don't have all day. So we'll have to improvise. Bend back over and spread those legs."
Juliana bent back over the stump and spread her legs wide.
"You won't be dressing in a bikini anytime soon without showing off these stripes." The switch swished, and the whippy wood bit into her bare thighs. Juliana howled.
The man landed several strokes to the inside of each thigh. Juliana's hands dug into the stump, her knuckles whitening. After at least a dozen strokes, the man straightened and wiped a hand across his sweaty brow. "Let's finish this up, then."
The woman's eyes widened. A particle stunner appeared in her hand, and it fired at Scarlet Moon at point blank range. The beam slammed into Scarlet Moon's chest. Scarlet Moon dove behind a desk as another whizzed past her shoulder.
"Kinda getting shot at," said Scarlet Moon as particle beams smashed into and around the desk. "I can't move without getting hit!"
"So just take a few-"
"Every hit I take hurts like a bitch, and probably weakens me. I can't-"
"Well just give me a second-"
"I don't have a second!"
"If you would just stop-"
The Whistler dove around the desk.
Scarlet Moon wrapped a scarlet cord around the Whistler, and yanked her into her arms. She batted the Whistler's gun away, bound the Whistler's hands and ankles, and gagged her with a few more chords.
"You ok? I don't hear any more shooting."
"But Juliana, aren't you worried about..." Scarlette pointed at her bottom.
"Oh, I already checked. I didn't mark," said Juliana with a grin. She took a big bite of her toast. "You know me. What about you?"
"Umm..." Scarlette blinked, then slipped back into her room. She pulled her pajamas down, and eyed her bottom. Smooth, unmarked skin greeted her gaze.
"I guess, you're gonna spank us now?" said Juliana, around a small hiccup.
"I don't think that's necessary," said Sam. He gave the two a push towards their suite. "Let's just get you two to bed. Juliana, I want you to call the health center tomorrow to schedule an appointment. And I do not want to see you behind the wheel of a car until you've been ok'd by a doctor, understand?"
Juliana nodded.
"I mean it," said Sam. "I see you behind the wheel of a car without a doctor's note first, and I will pull you out, bend you over the hood and paddle you right then and there."
"Yes Sir," said Juliana. She gave Sam another hug. "Sorry for making you worry."
Sam patted the young woman on the back. "It's ok. Sounds like you two had terrible luck. You should get your phones looked at too."
Juliana nodded, and the two retreated to their room.
Juliana's lips thinned. She pulled off her dress. She wore a teeny tiny little aquamarine g-string bikini that showed off every inch of her firm yet bouncy bottom, and all but the most important bits of her pillowy breasts. "I'll happily play. Come on Scarlette."
"But-"
Juliana grabbed Scarlette's wrist and dragged her to the net. "No buts, only fun. Besides, you could use the exercise."
"Got enough exercise the other night," muttered Scarlette.
Juliana gave Scarlette a sad puppy face.
Scarlette sighed and removed her outer clothing.
"Alright then." Sam dropped the hairbrush back into the desk and pushed the drawer shut. The resident assistant advanced on Scarlette, lightly tapping the bathbrush against his thigh.
"Don't you touch me," said Scarlette, sliding up the back of the couch into a half-standing position.
Juliana shook her head and sighed.
"And you shut up," said Scarlette.
"A little late for that," said Sam.
"I swear I will punch you," said Scarlette, cocking a fist.
Sam's eyebrows went up. "You will not like what happens if you do."
Scarlette glared at Sam, and bolted for the door.
"Don't know where you think you're going," said Sam. He caught Scarlette around the waist, and flung her back onto the sofa. "Even if you get away, I'll just run you down and paddle you wherever I catch you. Then you can explain to a bunch of annoyed students why your carrying on woke them up."
"We're just heading over to comfort our friend," said Juliana. She took a step forward, cocked one hip, and leaned forward a little, giving the man quite the view of her ample chest.
The man blinked, his eyes riveted on the dark mounds. "Well, uhh, first I have to spank your friend for pushing me without reason."
"Oh come on, that's no fun." Juliana siddled up to the man. She pressed her breasts against his side, and placed one hand on his chest. She rocked her hips. "I've got a better idea. How about we go and have a few drinks, and when my friend and I get home, I'll give her such a spanking, just the thought of pushing you will make her ass ache."
"Umm..." The man looked down at Juliana, who gave him a sultry look through her eyelashes. A stupid grin spread across his face. "Well..."
"Well?" Juliana flutered her eyelashes.
The man wrapped an arm around Juliana's bare waist. He bent her over his hip, and smacked her bare, plump brown bottom. Juliana yelped and squirmed, her bottom bouncing and bobbing, her hips wiggling frantically back and forth, and her legs kicking beneath the onslaught. "Yeah, I get it. Men only think with their penises. A bit of grinding, some eyelash batting, and bam they've forgotten about everything but their swelling sausage. That right?"
"And I'm gonna make you earn that namesake in a minute," said Juliana. "What was that?"
"Getting some backup." Scarlet Moon ran across the roof, and leapt into the air. She wrapped a cord around a nearby flagpole and swung in the direction of the harbor.
"I was going to call with an anonymous tip, you idiot," said Juliana.
"What does it matter?"
"I don't want you interacting with the cops," said Juliana. "If they start investigating you, and find out who you are--"
"You really think they won't notice me?" asked Scarlet Moon. "I am literally swinging across town right now. You don't think that's going to draw attention?"
"That would have just been random people catching brief glimpses-"
"In the world of smartphones? I don't think so. I'm probably plastered all over the internet by now."
Scarlet Moon heard a faint clacking.
"Ok, fine yes. There are already pictures of you, and lots of speculation. Most of 'em seem to think you're just a comic book geek with a thing for parkour, so no risk of figuring out who you really are. Ooh, this one really shows off your ass. Right click. Save as."
"No!" The hoodlum reached back to shield her bum. "When Buzzsaw finds out-"
"Fine." Scarlette wrapped her arm around the hoodlum's waist, and bodily dragged her a few inches from the wall. She pushed down on the hoodlum's back with her elbow, and forced the struggling thug to bend over Scarlette's hip. A small voice in Scarlette's head marveled at the ease with which she manhandled the hoodlum. Especially considering the two were about the same size.
Whatever.
Scarlette unleashed a flurry of furious smacks to the hoodlum's upthrust bottom, making the hoodlum swear, kick and flail. She rocked her hips in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" wailed the hoodlum, clutching Scarlette's calf in an iron grip. "Please, stop, I'll do anything just sto-op!"
"Pathetic," muttered the other hoodlum.
"You shut up!" snarled Scarlette's victim. "This bitch's got a hand of fucking steel."
"I should show you my parents' armory sometime," said Juliana. "They got enough guns to overthrow the government."
"Really?" said Keiko, looking at Juliana with wide eyes.
"No. But they do have an armory of implements." Juliana pulled Keiko into the room and closed the door. She gave Keiko a light push into the center and snatched a copy of the bylaws off the back of Scarlette's door. She flipped through them, while Keiko hugged herself and watched. "And you are getting your cute little bum smacked."
"You know, I could just like, run out. What you gonna do, tackle me?" asked Keiko, eyeing the door.
"Naw," said Juliana. "We'll just go tell Sam, and Sam'll spank you instead. With a bathbrush. You know, one of those big wooden brushes people use in the shower?"
If Keiko's eyes had widened any further, they'd have fallen out.
Scarlette rubbed the spoon against Keiko's bare skin. She flicked her wrist. The spoon struck Keiko's firm right cheek with a sharp snap.
Keiko squeaked, and her bottom clenched.
"Stay relaxed," said Juliana. She sat down next to Keiko, and rubbed the girl's bottom. "It'll do less damage."
"Hey!" said Scarlette, knocking Juliana's hand away. "You want to get your knuckles rapped? What if I was about to rapid-fire?"
Juliana rolled her eyes. "You were obviously not going to rapid-fire."
Scarlette pointed the spoon at her. "You want a few strokes too?"
"Fine." Juliana crossed her arms. Scarlette leaned forward, and placed her hand on the small of Keiko's back, just above her cheeks. She unleashed five swift strokes to Keiko's left cheek.
Keiko squealed and bounced up and down on the bed, her clenched bottom having the barest of jiggle. Scarlette turned her attention to Keiko's right cheek, and landed another five swift strokes. Once again, Keiko bounced and squealed her way through each one, her bottom clenched tight as a steel wire.
"Ohhhh, it hurts, it hurts," wailed the young woman.
Oh noes, you've been defeated!
Delryn threw the young woman over her shoulder with barely more than a grunt of effort.
"Hey! Put me down!" Alexandra pounded her hands against Delryn's back, and kicked her legs frantically, nearly hitting Delryn in the face.
"I'm just doing what you asked." Delryn slowly walked to the lake, swatting Alexandra's bouncing butt with every step. She dumped the girl into the warm water. " Go ahead. Get to it!"
"This is disgusting," wailed Alexandra, scrambling to her feet, and shivering. "This isn't what I asked for!"
"You're right. You asked for this." Delryn bent Alexandra over and untied the girl's bikini bottoms. As the bottoms fell into the water, she smacked the girl's naked wet ass right there in the surf.
Alexandra squirmed and squealed. "No! Stop! Oww! I didn't ask-oww!-for this either!"
"Then start washing girl," said Delryn with a flurry of smacks to the girl's right cheek. As soon as Delryn let go, Alexandra ducked into the water, and began scrubbing at her skin, hair, and swimsuit, her face almost as red as her ass.
Scarlette smacked Buzzsaw's exposed bottom.
"Fuck off," said Buzzsaw with a vicious kick backwards (that missed).
Scarlette retaliated with a bevy of hard smacks to Buzzsaw's sitspots, making Buzzsaw's big tight ass quiver, her hips rock, and her vocal chords squeal.
"Man, you are like the quintessential bully," said Scarlette, her flat hand cracking against Buzzsaw's vulnerable, squirming bottom. "All tough and mean until you meet someone who can fight back. Then you squeal like a schoolgirl getting her first spanking."
"Going. Ahh! To. Kill. Aggh! You. Waah!" Buzzsaw bucked and squirmed, her thick ass jerking and twitching beneath Scarlette's sharp smacks.
Scarlette sighed dramatically, and threw her hands in the air. "This is ridiculous. Here I am, taking time out of my busy life to teach you the errors of your ways, and you threaten to kill me? How is that for gratitude?"
"I'll show you gratitude!" Buzzsaw pushed off from the wall.
Scarlette pressed one hand hard against the small of Buzzsaw's back, and forced her back against the wall. She hunched over a little, and unleashed a flurry of rapid smacks to Buzzsaw's ass that made it quiver, and filled the air with the sharp, echoing cracks of hard palm to hard bottom.
After a solid minute of rapid-fire whaling, Scarlette paused, and rubbed her smarting palm against her own thigh. Buzzsaw's face was buried in her arm.
"This is the police! Get your hands up!" barked a voice from the shadows.
Scarlet Moon jumped half out of her skin, her head snapping up just as a SWAT team a good dozen strong stepped out of the shadows with weapons pointed at her.
The Whistler said nothing.
Scarlet Moon landed a matching smack to the girl's left cheek, making her grunt and squirm, the exposed firm flesh rippling delightfully.
Keiko swallowed.
Juliana spun her finger through the air. "Turn around and bend over the edge of the bed. Scarlette, what've you got?"
"Umm..." Scarlette rifled through drawers and closets. "Well, I've got a leather belt. A umm, a wooden spoon, and I think that's it.My hairbrush is a cheap plastic thing, no good for spankings."
Juliana flipped to the back of the bylaws. "Belt is type 4, so that's out. Spoon is type 2, though. That'll do. Now would you like-"
Juliana noticed Keiko was still standing in the middle of the room, hugging herself and rocking, her eyes already filling with tears. Juliana locked eyes with the girl, and her voice turned into ice. "Why are you not bent over the bed?"
Keiko eeped, and practically threw herself over the bed, which was tall enough to force her toes to dangle a few centimeters off the floor.
The door burst open, knocking Scarlette on her face. Two hoodlums holding stun batons stepped inside. Stun batons carried a slight charge. The charge wasn't enough to do serious damage to most people, but was enough to convince them that resisting was a very bad idea.
"Well, well, looks like we found them," said one of the hoodlums. "Come quietly, and we won't hurt you."
"Can't promise nothing about the boss though," said the other with a grin. "She was looking pretty pissed. And when Buzzsaw gets pissed, asses get thrashed."
"Hey," said the other hoodlum. "I kinda like that. It rhymes."
"No it doesn't," said the first hoodlum.
"Aww, come on. Ass and thrash? You don't hear it? Aww, don't look at me like that. They totally do. Right?" The hoodlum looked at Scarlette.
"My, my, such skimpy panties," said Buzzsaw, tugging on Scarlette's small thong. She gave Scarlette's bare right cheek a hard crack, making Scarlette yelp. "Hardly appropriate for a proper girl like you, don't you think? Clearly, someone needs to teach you a lesson."
Scarlette bit down on her lower lip, and tried not to whimper as Buzzsaw struck Scarlette's upthrust, exposed, vulnerable bottom with hard, flesh rippling strokes of the belt. Scarlette's hips pulled in slightly with each smack, and her feet inched closer to the air conditioning unit.
Scarlet Moon eased the window open as far as it would go. She sucked in her breath, and listened.
She could hear a lot of voices coming from below her. Enough to give her a significant challenge. She'd have to move quickly. Launch a vicious ambush, and take out at least half of them before they even knew what hit them. Buzzsaw was in there somewhere, waiting for her, and losing wasn't an option.
Scarlet Moon took another deep breath and leapt through the window.
Her foot caught on the lip of the window. Instead of landing amongst the crowd, fists, feet and Scarlet Beams flying, she faceplanted on the hard concrete right in the middle of the crowd of Whistlers.
"Holy crap, clowns are falling from the sky!" cried a weaselly man.
Scarlet Moon growled. She lifted her head, and unleashed a Scarlet Beam in the direction of the voice, striking a weaselly looking man dead in the chest. She pushed herself to her feet. "I'm not a clown! I'm-"
A particle beam burst out of the darkness. Scarlet Moon yelped, and ducked the beam. She scrambled into a zig zag as more beams struck the floor and crates.
Scarlet Moon unleashed a scarlet beam into Buzzsaw's face. The two combatants flew apart. Buzzsaw's chain (still wrapped around Scarlet Moon's torso) snapped taut. Scarlet Moon gasped as her body wrenched in midair, and slammed into the hard concrete at Buzzsaw's feet.
"This is the police," called a loudspeaker from outside the warehouse. "Come out with your hands up."
Buzzsaw's head whipped towards the sound. Her face turned bright red, and her eyes bugged out of her head. She seemed surrounded by a nimbus of scarlet light. "You hideous little pig-fucking shit! You've ruined everything!"
"Well, come on." Sam eased Scarlette off the hood of the car, and fixed Scarlette's clothing. Scarlette whimpered as her jeans touched her swollen bottom.
Sam helped Scarlette hobble back towards the dorm. Once inside, Sam gave Scarlette's bottom a gentle rub. "I'm sorry I had to do that. But it's for your own good. I can't have you lying to me. It's my responsibility to protect and advise you, and I can't do that if you lie to me."
Scarlette miserably rubbed her burning bottom.
"Now, why don't you go take a shower, maybe lotion your bottom so that it doesn't get too dry, and then go to bed. I need to give Juliana her spanking," said Sam, giving Scarlette a slight push towards the student's room.
Juliana grasped Scarlette's arms and looked her in the eye. "I know, but someone's got to do something, don't you think? You won't be going alone, either. I'm going to support you. From my room. With intel. Because I'm not the punchy kind of superhero."
"And you think I am?"
"You know anyone else with forcefield powers?"
"Oh, I don't know, there may be some government weapon that can-"
"Did you see Alexandra's face?" asked Juliana quietly.
"Girl I have not yet begun to spank you." Buzzsaw roughly rolled Scarlette onto her belly, and pinned the young woman against the roof. There was the faint hiss of leather slipping free of belt loops, and Scarlette's bottom clenched. "Yeah, you heard that? Scared?"
"What else, you little bitch?" said Buzzsaw.
"I-I won't ask for steak or caviar!" yelped Alexandra . "I-I'll be good! Yeowch! Just stop spanking me! Please! OUCH!"
Scarlet Moon swung herself up onto the roof. She had no idea how many Whistlers were inside, so she needed to take them by surprise.
Her eyes caught on a giant stack of iron boxes, with an equally giant crane sitting next to them. Maybe throw one through the door. That'd be an unpleasant surprise for any guards just inside.
Could also slip through the window. Be inside and kicking ass before anyone knew.
She heard a faint murmur of voices. She dropped to her belly, and crawled to the edge of the roof. She peered over the edge and spied a pair of figures in ankle-length trenchcoats and fidoras. If she strained, she could just make out a few snippets of conversation.
"...she thinking?"
"...underestimate her. Buzzsaw...stupid."
Scarlet Moon grinned. A couple of Whistlers. If she "borrowed" a coat and hat, she could talk her way in. Kind of a weird choice of outfits though.
"You're the one whose going to need some comforting!"
Scarlet Moon reached around the woman's torso, and lifted her hips a bit off her knee. She reached down with the other hand to unbutton the buttons holding up the woman's slacks.
The Whistler groaned.
"Yes, the pulling down of pants. A long tradition in the meting out of stingy justice." Scarlet Moon tugged the tight slacks down over the Whistler's round bottom and wide hips.
After much tugging and grunting, Scarlet Moon successfully got the slacks down to the Whistler's knees. Only a small pair of lacy red panties that left the woman's firm lower cheeks exposed stood "between" Scarlet Moon's Red Hand of Justice and the Whistler's Pink Bottom of Wrongdoing.
Juliana flashed a smile. "Hi! Decided to see the sights, you know? But we've seen them now, so we'll be on our way!"
The thug threw her head back and laughed uproariously. Her thugs laughed along with her. "Did you hear that? Fucking bitch actually thinks we're gonna let her leave with a car that can fuck up a goddamn street lamp, and live to tell the tale! You know what I can do with a car like that?"
Juliana's lips thinned. "You really need to watch your language. What would your mother say?"
"Who cares," said the thug. "Now hand over the car. I'd pay ya, but I'm between paychecks right now, you know how it is."
Blood pounded against Scarlette's ears. Her skin buzzed, and a crimson mist fell over her eyes.
Scarlet Moon went into a lunge, and yanked the bound Whistler across her knee, forcing the woman's round, firm, curvy bottom high into the air.
The woman grunted savagely.
Scarlet Moon started with slow, hard, sweeping strokes to the seat of the woman's tight slacks. For the first twenty or so strokes, the woman lay limply across Scarlet Moon's knee, with perhaps the occasional grunt.
Cracks began to show. A bending of the knees here. A squirm of the hips there.
Scarlet Moon paused after the fifth such little squirm. "Starting to sting a little bit? Good. It's the least you and every member of your little gang deserve."
The Whistler grunted angrily.
"Relax. I've gotcha covered," said Juliana with a dangerous smile.
They spent about two hours waiting for the police to arrive and giving eyewitness reports. While waiting, Juliana called home and got their parents on the phone. Juliana explained to them what happened, and assured them that they were all right. They tried to insist on driving up to see the two, but Juliana somehow managed to talk them down.
Once they got home, Juliana ducked into her room with a murmured "Back in a few" while Vanessa and Keiko fled into their respective rooms.
Scarlette dropped onto the couch and switched on the news. After a spate of annoying commercials (including no fewer than three advertising Twinkle Teeth toothpaste), the news returned to a young blonde news reporter interviewing the Generica police chief. A photo of Alexandra was displayed in the upper-right corner of the screen, next to a snarling mugshot of Buzzsaw.
"The corner of fuck and you," said the Whistler with a sob.
Scarlet Moon swished the switch three more times, making the girl squeal, her bottom bobbing up and down as she bounced on her toes. She landed a vicious stroke to the crease where bottom met thigh, making the Whistler howl.
And breaking the switch.
The other two waved at her, but otherwise ignored her.
Scarlette sat down on one of the chairs, sighing a little as her bottom settled into the cushions. She picked up the remote and flipped on the ginormous television Alexandra had brought with her. She flipped through the channels a bit, before settling on a Saturday morning cartoon about a team of superheroes.
She wondered how long before such superpowered shenanigans became non-fiction. She and Buzzsaw couldn't be the only ones with superpowers, and surely one of them was going to be dumb enough to put on a silly costume and run around fighting crime.
A few minutes later, Juliana and Keiko came out. Keiko's eyes were bright with tears, and she was rubbing her bottom furiously.
Sam landed a full-bodied smack to Scarlette's sitspot. "Enough!"
Sam yanked down Scarlette's jeans, exposing Scarlette's thong. The thong quickly followed.
"No! Let go of me!" screamed Scarlette, squirming around and trying to bat Sam's hand away.
Sam pressed his right hand against Scarlette's back and shoved her against the hood of the car. Scarlette wiggled her naked hips, and stomped her feet.
Sam's hard left hand arced through the air and cracked against Scarlette's left cheek, the sharp smack echoing throughout the parking lot. Scarlette started to swear, but the vulgarity was cut off by a yelp as Sam's hand smashed into Scarlette's right cheek. Sam unleashed a flurry of hard, fast cracks. His hips swiveled as he put every pound of muscle he had into each blow.
Scarlette kicked and thrashed.
Scarlet Moon dropped the Whistler back into the underbrush.
"You really think that'll work?" asked Juliana.
"Sure-"
The Whistler swept Scarlet Moon's legs out from under her, knocking the heroine facefirst into a rather thorny bush. She scrambled to her feet, and bolted into the trees.
Scarlet Moon pushed herself to her feet.
The hoodlum laughed a high-pitched laugh. "Umm, it was just a word you know? Like dude, or babe or something."
Scarlette unleashed half a dozen hard, fast smacks to the hoodlum's sitspots, making her buck and squeal.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" wailed the hoodlum, drumming her fist against the wall, and stomping one of her feet.
"Now, you gonna assault anyone ever again?" asked Scarlette.
"What? Of course I am. I'm in a gang-oww!"
"Wrong answer." Scarlette bent over slightly, and began smacking the hoodlum's sitspots with sharp, heavy blows.
The hoodlum wiggled and squirmed, yelping and crying. "OK, OK, I won't try to kick anyone's ass, I swear!"
Scarlet Moon wrapped a crimson cord around Buzzsaw's ankles and yanked the woman's feet out from underneath her. She channeled a surge of power into her arms and burst free of the chains. She leapt at Buzzsaw. The villain kicked Scarlet Moon in the chest, sending her flying into the air. Scarlet Moon wrapped a scarlet chord around Buzzsaw's ankle. As soon as she landed, she spun Buzzsaw through the air.
Scarlet Moon released, and sent Buzzsaw flying through another wall of crates.
"This is the police," said a voice over loud speakers outside the warehouse. "Come out with your hands up."
Buzzsaw burst from the crates. She screamed in rage. Her body was wrapped in a nimbus of scarlet light. "You cock sucking, pig fucking, shit eating little bitch! You've ruined everything!"
Buzzsaw leapt at Scarlet Moon while the whine of particle beams, battle cries, and police orders filled the warehouse.
Scarlet Moon's ambush has caught Buzzsaw off balance! She takes a 1 point penalty to speed, and a 5 point penalty to energy.
Scarlette pulled the belt free, and set it on the rooftop. She undid the button on Buzzsaw's jeans, and inched them down.
"Christ, your pants are tight," said Scarlette. "I swear, it was easier to snap that stupid chain."
"Fuck you."
"Such language," said Scarlette. She managed to get the jeans down just past the hoodlum's round, muscular bottom, exposing a small black thong. The jeans pressed up slightly on the thug's cheeks, making them protrude even more than they did already. "Fortunately, I have just the cure for that."
Scarlette picked up the belt, doubled it, and wrapped it around her hand a few times.
"What are-No! You're not-oww!" Buzzsaw bucked frantically as the thick leather kissed her exposed bottom. "Stop. That's mine. That's for beating my minions, not meee!"
"All the more reason you should get a few licks from it," said Scarlette, snapping the belt across both cheeks simultaneously. "A true leader never doles out a punishment she is not willing to take herself."
"Aww fuck off."
The woman jumped to her feet. Scarlet Moon shoved her back onto her rump. She rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled away.
Scarlet Moon grabbed the woman's ankle, and lifted her upside down into the air.
The woman squealed, and watched Scarlet Moon with wide eyes. "You're Glogirl!"
Juliana tried the door. It eased open with a painfully loud creak. "Come on. We need find something to take Buzzsaw down. So long as she's conscious I don't think we're getting out of here."
"We'll find her." Juliana closed her computer. "What else can we do?"
"And what then?" snapped Scarlette. "Kick her ass, leave her for the police and have this happen all over again?"
"I don't know." Juliana massaged her forehead. "I'll think of something. But not tonight. Let's just get dinner."
Buzzsaw stopped by the small concessions stand, and leaned against the window. "Yo, I want some ice cream. Mint chocolate chip. Make it snappy!"
Buzzsaw waited a second, before leaning her head in the window. "The hell is my-oh, I see what you're doing. Naughty naughty!"
Buzzsaw grabbed the lip of the window, and with a heave and a grunt, ripped the wall clean off the building. She hurled smashed wood into the lake. "Timber!"
She strode into the restaurant. "Stop calling the cops and make me my fucking ice cream!"
The crack of hand striking bare flesh and yelps of pain echoed from the restaurant.
"Now I see why they make you wear those trashy thongs!" roared Buzzsaw. "Makes it damn easy to get your lazy ass moving!"
"Trashy?" mouthed Juliana, her eyes narrowing.
Buzzsaw stepped back out through the hole, happily licking away at a rapidly melting cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "Hmm. Love mint chocolate chip. Bad for my cholesterol, but fuck my doctor. A life without ice cream just ain't worth living, am I right?"
Her minions cheered.
"Yes tremble in terror!" boomed a high-pitched voice. "For Keiko Abe the Crusher of Apples has arrived, and demands your attention!"
A thin, five-foot woman stood in the doorway. She had rich dark skin that hinted at African ancestry, and almond-shaped eyes that suggested some Southeast Asian blood as well. She stood in a wide stance, one arm still outstretched from shoving the door open, the other on her narrow hip. Her dark eyes swept the pair imperiously, a toss of the head sending long black hair over her shoulder.
She wore a rich yellow blouse, and a knee-length loose-fitting black skirt. "The Auburn One demands that you stop whatever empty gossip you waste your morning with, and enter the common room at once!"
"Jesus Christ, Keiko, I just wanted you to ask them if they wanted to go to the beach," said a silky smooth voice from the common room.
"The Auburn One grows impatient!" thundered Keiko.
"The Auburn One can wait while I recover from my heart attack," said Juliana dryly.
"Don't you give me any cheek." Buzzsaw unleashed over a dozen hard and fast strokes of the belt to Scarlette's barely covered bum. "You're giving me enough of that already. Haw! Get it?"
Scarlette squealed and squirmed beneath the surge of stinging smacks. "I get it, I get it!"
"Now say you're sorry for being cheeky." Buzzsaw struck the sensitive crease where bottom meets thigh.
Scarlette yelped and hopped up on her toes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"For what?" asked the gang leader, landing a few heavy, painful strokes to Scarlette's thighs.
"For being cheeky," said Scarlette, squirming and bucking away from the heavy belt.
"Good. Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was just about to solve my little problem."
Juliana sighed. "Scared the crap-"
A particle beam slammed into the wall next to Scarlet Moon's head.
"Can't talk now," said Scarlet Moon, ducking behind a desk. "Got a hostile."
"Not surprising," said Juliana. "You'll have every Whistler in the compound piling on your butt any minute now."
"Take a breath." Scarlet Moon peeked her head above the desk just in time to see the woman duck behind a door. "I got things under control."
"Smashing through a building is not 'under control,'" said Juliana. "It's--"
Scarlet Mono fired. The beam blew the door off its hinges and sent the Whistler sprawling. Scarlet Moon leapt forward and grabbed the Whistler before she could recover. She snatched up the particle stunner, and chucked it out a window.
The Whistler mewled and kicked at Scarlet Moon, but even when she connected, Scarlet Moon didn't feel a thing.
Scarlet Moon tossed the Whistler over her shoulder, and ran back the way she came.
Juliana shrugged. "Unlikely. It was dark, and I don't remember any cameras going off, do you?"
Buzzsaw stopped in front of Alexandra, Vanessa, and Keiko. Keiko cowered behind Vanessa, while Alexandra and Vanessa clutched each other. Buzzsaw shoved the rest of her ice cream cone into her mouth, and grabbed Alexandra's chin. She turned Alexandra's head first one way, then the other. She grimaced, and shoved her hand into one of her pockets.
"Fucking tiny pockets..." Buzzsaw pulled out a crumpled photo, and held it up to Alexandra. "What d'ya think? She the one?"
"Looks like it boss," said one of the Whistlers, peering over Buzzsaw's shoulder.
"My thoughts exactly." Buzzsaw grinned, though it looked more like a snarl. "You're coming with me legs."
Alexandra bolted.
Buzzsaw chuckled and clapped her hands together. "Ooh, I love it when they run."
Scarlette blushed as he put on the rather minimal swimsuit. He glanced at himself in the mirror, and his blush deepened. His package was covered, in name at least. Hopefully it was on the larger size, or at least medium. Small packages were not generally a wise thing to parade around.
"Nice," hissed Juliana. "I couldn't have done better myself."
Juliana shrugged. "Just warning you."
Keiko sighed. "Hate America."
Juliana smiled. "Oh it's not so bad. Now just relax and let me rub some of the sting away. The after-care is very important, you know. Makes it clear to the perpetrator that all is forgiven. Water under the bridge and all that."
"How about next time you skip the spanking and go straight to the massage," said Keiko, her voice muffled by her forearm.
"Then it wouldn't be a punishment silly," said Juliana. "Punishments are supposed to suck."
After giving Keiko a few minutes to recover, the three stepped into the common room, Keiko blushing a little.
"Tell someone who cares," snarled Buzzsaw. "Maybe next time you'll--"
"Shut up, shut up, just shut up!" Scarlette raised a foot like she was going to kick Buzzsaw. Her eyes widened, and she stumbled backwards, rubbing her arms and casting about for Juliana.
"Haw! Look at you, not even woman enough to kick me while I'm down." Buzzsaw spat. "Can't believe I lost to someone as cowardly as you."
The woman punched Scarlet Moon in her belly. The woman swore, and shook her knuckles.
"Release the prisoner, and get on the ground," barked the leader.
Scarlet Moon glanced sideways at Alexandra. "Ms. Silver is not my prisoner. In fact, I just saved her!"
"I said release the prisoner and get on the ground!" barked the SWAT leader. He fired his particle beam, striking Scarlette full in the chest. Scarlet Moon stumbled backwards a step, her shield flaring.
The SWAT team stared open mouthed at her.
A bright blue car streaked down the empty street. The buildings were dark blurs, barely touched by the dim street lamps.
Juliana Amaya leaned forward over the wheel. Her large brown eyes were fixated on the dark road, and her white teeth worried her lower lip. Her shoulder-length black hair was pulled up into a bun, and her light-brown skin had a dusting of makeup. She was wearing a sparkling, low-cut, tight yellow dress that showed off her large cleavage, and clung to her big round bottom. "Sexin' Like Crazy" by All Alone Forever played on the radio.
Scarlette sat next to her, eyeing the car radio.
Scarlette sighed dramatically and turned around. She tugged her jeans down to her knees. She grabbed the waistband of her thong and glanced at Sam. Sam's eyes flickered over the thong and rolled his eyes at how utterly exposed Scarlette's cheeks were.
Scarlette put her knees on the couch cushion, and bent over the back of the couch. Her torso hung freely with her bare, round cheeks thrust high in the air. Scarlette braced her hands against a small step stool that sat behind the couch for exactly this purpose.
If there was ever a moment when that weird red glow needed to show up, now was that moment.
Sam rested his hand lightly against the small of Scarlette's back and began lightly tapping the hairbrush against her unmarked bottom.
The hairbrush cracked against Scarlette's left cheek, Scarlette squeaked at the horrible combination of thuddy and stingy. The brush cracked against her right cheek, giving it a burn to match the left.
"That's one," said Sam. The brush swung back and snapped forward and cracked against Scarlette's left cheek. "That's two. And keep your ass relaxed!"
"It's hard," said Scarlette.
"I know. But it's for the best. Trust me," said Sam. The hairbrush thwacked Scarlette's right sitspot, unleashing a hot wave of pain. "That's three."
The hairbrush swung up, and caught the underside of Scarlette's jumping left cheek. "Four."
Scarlette wiggled her hips, and her toes curled.
"Stay still. Hard to aim with you squirming around like that," said Sam. The hairbrush bit into the fleshiest part of Scarlette's round right cheek. "That's five."
"A stripper just shimmied down the wall and dropped this lady on the car," said the female cop as she cautiously approached the groaning Whistler.
"Clearly you and Buzzsaw back there have superpowers," said Juliana. Her eyes scanned the darkness.
"Absurd," muttered Scarlette, rubbing a hand over her face. "Absurd."
"You got a better explanation for how she punched you into a streetlamp without shattering every bone in your body? Or how about how you sent her flying a good twenty feet with a frickin' laser beam? Or for that matter how you've turned into a Christmas display?"
Scarlette shook her head, and scratched her arm. "What the hell is going on, Juliana? You're the physics major."
Juliana rolled her eyes. "For about a week. And I'm pretty sure neither classical nor relativistic physics have anything to say about glowing people."
Scarlette scratched her leg. "God, I wish my skin would stop burning."
"Sounds kind of like my head," said Juliana. "I've had some pretty killer headaches, but this one is, I don't know if it's the worst I've ever had, but it certainly feels weird."
"So, what now?" asked Scarlette, peering anxiously into the shadows.
"I don't know," said Juliana. "Ideally we want to find a way back to the car, and then hightail it out of here."
Sam battered Scarlette's bottom with slow, hard blows. With each stroke, Scarlette rocked against the couch, and clenched as the brush bit deeply into sensitive flesh.
"Why am I spanking you?" asked Sam after a moment.
"Because you're a control freak," snapped Scarlette.
Juliana groaned.
A torrential downpour of smacks splattered across Scarlette's vulnerable ass, making her yelp and squirm and kick. The blows landed with the speed and strength that only a toned althlete could pull off, and it wasn't long before tears began to gather.
"Let's try that again," said Sam, punctuating the statement with an extra stingy blow to Scarlette's right thigh. "Why am I spanking you?"
Scarlette sniffed. "For staying out past curfew."
"And what else?" asked Sam, punctuating the question with a blow to Scarlette's left sitspot. "There were two."
"Umm..."
Sam landed three swift strokes to Scarlette's left cheek. "Did you bend over and take your spanking like an adult?"
Scarlette twirled the spoon between her fingers. The head was fairly small, but it had a nice long handle. Perfect for stingy, rapid fire strokes. Juliana had already told the girl that she was going to get spanked on bare skin, but she never said what that meant.
Scarlet Moon hunkered deeper in the shadows.
"Some superpowered shit I fought a few nights ago. She had like, night light powers or something. Look, it doesn't matter. Or it won't if you get your scrawny ass over here."
"Do I know who you are? Do you know who I am? I'm the motherfucking Buzzsaw! Now get your ass over here and take your fucking prisoner before I turn your pretty little car into a basketball, then beat your pampered ass-"
Buzzsaw stopped. Her teeth ground audibly together. "Why you little-"
Buzzsaw stopped again. Her eyes bugged out of her head, and her face turned bright red. She took a deep breath. "Wouldn't help you much, now would it? You know what? I don't give a fuck. Let them come. I'll turn Generica's finest into Generica's brokest!"
Buzzsaw snapped the phone shut and shoved it back into her pocket. "Snotty shit."
Buzzsaw glanced at Vanessa. Her grin broadened. She grabbed Vanessa by the throat and lifted her into the air. "You look pretty pissed. You gonna do something about it?"
Vanessa clutched at her throat. Scarlette's vision turned scarlet.
Juliana grabbed Scarlette's shoulder. "Not now, not in broad daylight."
"But-"
"There will be pictures of you splashed all over the internet if you go down there, scarlet shield blazing. She will track us down, and the only way to stop her will be to kill her. You really want to do that? Could you do that? Besides..." Juliana turned her attention back to the scene. "She's not gonna kill Vanessa. She's just scaring her."
"Let go of me," said the Whistler, pounding her fists on Scarlet Moon's back.
Scarlet Moon lashed the woman to her back with some Scarlet Cords, and leapt back into the air with the Whistler screaming and wailing in her ear.
As soon as Scarlet Moon was out of sight of the park and cops, she swung around and came into the copse of trees that grew against the south side of the park.
"And yet you keep following me." Juliana cracked the spoon against Keiko's right cheek with a sharp snap!
Keiko kicked her legs. "Oww!"
"Oh stop fussing." Juliana landed a quick stroke to each cheek. "The spoon isn't that bad."
"It stings like hell!" wailed Keiko.
"Watch the language." Juliana landed three hard and fast strokes to Keiko's left cheek, making the girl buck and squirm. "And you haven't known sting until you've felt a purpleheart paddle."
Juliana gave Keiko's right cheek four swift, stinging strokes.
Keiko squirmed and yelped, her little bottom thrashing back and forth.
Juliana set the spoon down and ran a hand over Keiko's right cheek. "Keiko, you need to relax your bottom."
"But it hurts," wailed the girl.
"I know, but you'll bruise more if you clench. Trust me, the best way to take a spanking is to relax and just roll with it. Let it happen, and wash over you," said Juliana.
Buzzsaw gathered Scarlette's thong into a fist, and gave them a hard yank.
Scarlette yelped, and her hips jerked up into the air, the cloth grinding uncomfortably against her genitalia as most of it slid between her plump cheeks.
"Aren't I a genius?" Buzzsaw strapped Scarlette's bare, wobbling cheeks with her thick belt. " I've managed to bare your bottom for a proper spanking, and you're still wearing your cute thong."
Scarlette grunted and yipped as the woman's thick belt battered Scarlette's rippling bottom.
"Well?" snapped Buzzsaw. She unleashed a flurry of hot smacks that made Scarlette squirm and squeal. "Aren't I a genius?"
Scarlet Moon leaned over the Whistler. "I bent Buzzsaw over my knee and gave her a long. Hard. Spanking. Don't you think she'd want a bit of payback? Don't you think she wants to prove that she is the toughest gal around? That nobody, not even the little shit who spanked her like a naughty schoolgirl can stand up to the Buzzsaw?"
Scarlette lined up the spoon, and snapped it against the middle of Keiko's left cheek.
"Oww! One."
Scarlette rubbed Keiko's cheek, and snapped the spoon against her right sitspot.
Keiko yelped and bounced her hips against the bed.
"Remember to count," said Scarlette.
"Two."
"Good. Now I need you to relax. I want to focus on keeping your bottom relaxed for this one, ok?" said Scarlette.
Keiko whimpered, but her cheeks slowly relaxed.
"Take deep breaths," said Scarlette in a low, soothing voice. "That's right. Thaaat's right..."
Snap!
Keiko squealed as the spoon collided with the fleshiest part of her right cheek, her bottom jiggling before it clenched up again.
"Yes it is, and besides you're not all crazy out of proportion," said Alexandra. "That girl's a good three inches shorter than you. She should be more like Keiko's size. Besides, have you seen how she dresses? Can you imagine how stupid we'd look, us in our sexy awesome bathing suits, and her in a pair of sweat pants and some stupid shirt with a phrase that only sounds witty to a drunk, retarded monkey that doesn't speak English? She'd probably have her laptop too, and just sit there staring at crazy symbols and colored text."
"Don't be stupid," said Juliana. "No computer nerd with half a brain would take their laptops to the beach. Sand gets everywhere."
"All the more reason for her not to come. She's not gonna wanna go anywhere she can't take her precious laptop," said Alexandra.
Juliana's left eye twitched a bit. Mama's eye did that sometimes. It usually signaled the imminent crushing of every hope you ever had of sitting.
"Besides, it's not like it's against the bylaws or anything," said Alexandra. "Not unless she presses it."
Juliana's hands closed into fists.
Scarlette grabbed the waistband of Keiko's lacy panties and tugged them halfway down her thighs, exposing a pair of firm little chocolate cheeks.
Keiko whimpered, and buried her face in her forearm. Her heart-shaped bottom clenched, and her feet twitched.
Scarlet Moon teetered a little beneath the weight. "Wait a minute. Alex is in there, I might-"
The crate tipped a bit too far to the right and the giant iron box landed on Scarlet Moon's foot.
While her shield ensured she didn't lose a toe, the fact remained that she had just dropped a giant iron box on her foot.
"Shit fucking bitch!" Scarlet Moon clutched her foot with one hand.
"What the fuck was that?!" roared Buzzsaw from inside the building. "You lot! Go check it out!"
About half a dozen Whistlers came charging out of the warehouse. She'd have to take them down quickly, and hopefully without losing too much of her scarlet mojo. She had a terrible suspicion that she wouldn't be leaving the docks if Buzzsaw beat her.
"Is that a clown?" said one of the Whistlers. "Who the hell ordered a clown? Buzzsaw's gonna be pissed-"
Buzzsaw dug her fingers into Scarlette's bobbling cheek and gave it a twisting pinch. Scarlette yelped and wiggled in pain.
"My my look at this scandalous underwear! They don't cover your ass at all! Why'd you even bother wearing them?"
Scarlette lunged up and weakly punched Buzzsaw's arm. Buzzsaw laughed.
And beat Scarlette's naked cheeks with rapid, stinging smacks.
Scarlette yelped and squirmed as the woman's rough, callused hand repeatedly crashed into her stretched, curved bottom.
"This is what happens to dumbasses who try to be heroes," said Buzzsaw, grunting with exertion. "They get their asses beat! And you see this?"
Buzzsaw leaned over Scarlette and thrust her hand into Scarlette's face. "You see how red my hand is? It hurts like a bitch because of you."
"What the hell is taking you?" snarled Buzzsaw into the phone. "The police are gonna be on my ass any minute, and Glogirl's already here somewhere."
Scarlet Moon bit her lower lip. On the one hand, this would be a perfect time for an ambush. On the other, who was Buzzsaw talking to? Did she have a partner? Was it one of her Whistlers coming with an escape van or something?
Sam hauled Juliana facedown over his lap, her bare cheeks wobbling with the motion.
"No, come on, I'll stay still, I promise-oww!"
The sharp retort of thick hairbrush against thick bottom echoed through the small room. Juliana kicked and her hips bucked against Sam's lap.
Sam unleashed a solid four smacks to Juliana's right sitspot, and four smacks to her left. "I gotta wonder if you're learning anything at all from this, or if I'm just getting some late night exercise."
"Of course I am! Oww! Mama just says I have-aagh!-poor impulse control. Oww!" Juliana shook her head back and forth. She wiggled her hips after a stroke to her left sitspot.
"And a terrible sense of time." Sam unleashed such a rapid flurry of strokes, Scarlette began to worry Juliana's bubble butt was going to pop. Juliana wailed and pressed her face against the couch arm, her ass rippling, bouncing and jiggling beneath the onslaught.
Finally, when Juliana's ass was a bright red, Sam wiped his forehead.
"OK," said Sam. "Both of you should go to bed."
"Yes sir." Juliana stood, gave her bottom a fierce rub, and tugged her dress back down. She flashed Sam a brief smile. "Come on Scarlette. I have had enough excitement for one night."
"We're-" began the redhead before Scarlet Moon shoved the wad of ripped cloth into her mouth, and used the strips to secure it against her head.
"The police'll sort it out." Scarlet Moon used the other half of the hemp rope to bind the woman hand and foot. She dropped the woman with her friend, and loomed over the pair, hands on her hips and smirking.
Scarlet Moon leaned over the Whistler. "My friend and I utterly humiliated you guys the other night. I kicked the crap out of half a dozen of your buddies, and my friend proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that your boss is anything but invincible. You and I both know Buzzsaw wants to prove she's the toughest gal around. That nobody, not even the two bitches who kicked her ass a few night ago, can stand up to the Buzzsaw."
Juliana's pout melted into a dazzling grin. "Always knew I could count on you."
"Very well," said Keiko. She shook her fist at the net. "They shall rue the day they dared to challenge Keiko Abe to volleyball."
What followed was your standard volleyball game played by young, over-sexed college students more interested in watching their respective genders of interest jump around in minimal clothing than in actually hitting the ball.
Keiko spent more time threatening vengeance and challenging people to a game of curling than she did actually hitting the ball.
Juliana's primary talent seemed to be distracting the men on both sides of the net, with mixed results.
Vanessa, however, was in rare form. She was nothing but diving saves, perfectly placed sets, perfectly targeted serves, and brutal spikes.
During a water break, Juliana approached Scarlette and leaned on her shoulder. She gestured with her chin towards Alexandra's prone form, and spoke in a hushed voice. "So Alexandra is something else."
"It's not that spankings don't work on me," said Juliana. She landed four swift smacks to Keiko's right cheek, and four to her left, making the girl bounce and squeal. "It's that I keep thinking I won't get caught. Kinda arrogant like that."
"I'll say."
Juliana patted Keiko's back. "Alright, just two more. You ready? I'm going to give them to you on your sit spots. Be warned, it stings like crazy there."
Keiko whimpered, and her bottom clenched.
"Now, now, I need you to relax," said Juliana, running her nails lightly over Keiko's skin.
Keiko giggled and squirmed. "That tickles."
"There you see? It can't be that bad if you're laughing," said Juliana.
"Yes it can," said Keiko with a pout.
"Ready?" said Juliana.
"No."
Something grabbed the back of Scarlette's t-shirt, and suddenly Scarlette was flying through the air. Her vision almost vanished beneath a red haze. There was a deafening crunch of metal, and she felt a faint impact against her back. When the red haze faded, she found herself lying in the middle of a smashed air conditioning unit. She pushed herself to her feet, and looked back towards Juliana.
Juliana was nowhere in sight. Instead, all she could see was Buzzsaw, standing where Juliana had been a moment before. She held a very thick and heavy looking chain in one hand. A lunatic grin split her face.
"Not too shabby eh?" said Buzzsaw. She leapt at Scarlette, fist leading, sailing far farther and faster than was humanly possible.
Scarlette back-pedaled. Buzzsaw landed and backhanded her through more of the air conditioning unit. Buzzsaw grabbed Scarlette by the shoulder and hair, and gave her a vicious shake. "You ain't got shit on-"
The man lashed Scarlette's thighs a good dozen times, each stroke making her squirm and squeal. He put his hand on the middle of Scarlette's back, and pushed down until her chest was pressed against the stump, forcing her round, throbbing ass to thrust up into the air. He fiercely striped Scarlette's rippling, burning sit spots over and over while Scarlette writhed and cried. The thick switch snapped. Scarlette slumped across the stump, taking deep breaths.
"I'll see you two around," said the man. He gave Scarlette's throbbing ass one last swat, and turned back towards the beach. "Be glad I'm not making you pay my medical bills."
Juliana reached out to touch Scarlette, but a glare from her red-bottomed friend knocked her back a step.
"Aww, come on Scarlette-"
Buzzsaw sprawled across the rooftop, her chain flying from her grip. Scarlette picked up the chain and tore it to pieces.
"No," cried Buzzsaw weakly. "My chain. You broke my chain."
The Whistler stumbled weirdly, and Scarlet Moon lost her balance. Rather than gracefully smashing the villain into the ground, jumping off of them, and landing in a heroic pose, Scarlet Moon rolled across the pavement in a heap with the villain.
She shook her head, and pushed herself onto her hands and knees.
"Freeze!"
Scarlet Moon found herself staring down a particle gun.
Scarlet Moon froze. She punched the gun to the right. The gun discharged, and a particle bolt slammed into the Whistler beneath Scarlet Moon.
"Oh, shit-" said the Whistler with the gun just as Scarlet Moon punched them in the stomach.
A rush of air burst from the Whistler's lips, and their fedora fell off to reveal bright red chinlength hair, and a cute, freckled, feminine face. Her green eyes were big and round as she hunched, and fell to her knees.
Scarlette kicked the batons to the far side of the lobby, and glared down at the two hoodlums. One of them was curled into the fetal position, groaning faintly, while the other was on her back, staring up at Scarlette with wide eyes.
Scarlette grabbed the second hoodlum by the shirt and lifted her into the air as easily as a child lifting a doll. The Whistler whimpered pitifully and clung to Scarlette's wrist.
Scarlette hesitated.
"Please, don't hurt me," said the hoodlum.
The others all stared at her. Keiko held her dramatic pose, her eyes gazing to the heavens, one hand held aloft, while the other was clenched into a fist at her side.
"Well, I think it sounds like fun," said Vanessa, tearing her gaze away from Keiko.
"Me too." The toast popped, and Juliana snatched it out. She pulled some grape jelly out of the fridge, and began smathering it on. "I've got this delicious little bikini I've been wanting to wear. Mamma'd take her slipper to me from now 'till Christmas if she caught me in it."
"Fine," said Juliana with a sigh. "Just sit back and watch. You might learn something!"
The game continued without incident, until the volleyball hit the sand close to the line in Juliana's zone.
The other side whooped and clapped. The man with whom Vanessa had originally spoken held out his hands for the ball.
Juliana crossed her arms over her ample chest and cocked a hip. "Dunno what you're all excited about. That wasn't your point."
The man frowned, and cocked his head. "You sure? It looked like it was in from here."
"Come take a look," said Juliana.
Scarlet Moon dumped the Whistler on the ground, and put her hands on her hips. "So."
"That's the best you can come up with?" said Juliana.
The Whistler slid backwards, her wide eyes never leaving Scarlet Moon.
She had shoulder-length brown hair with red highlights, and big brown eyes. She was a little bit tanned and had a fit, tight build. She was of average height and build: not super curvy, but not a coat rack either. She wore a black sleeveless cut-off shirt that exposed her flat midriff, and had a logo of a motorcycle brand. Her hips were clad in a pair of high-waisted daisy dukes that showed off a hint of lower cheek.
"Go to hell," Buzzsaw drummed her toes against the roof.
"No, I'm pretty sure I heard a sob." Scarlette thrashed Buzzsaw's exposed bottom with swift strokes. "Guess we have to add lying to your ever-growing list of crimes."
Buzzsaw unleashed a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob.
"Ok, I know you're having fun, but I think it's time to go." Juliana appeared on Scarlette's right, out of Buzzsaw's sight.
"The hell you been?" asked Scarlette, the belt held aloft in mid-stroke.
"Around." Juliana grabbed Scarlette's wrist. "Come on! I've slowed the Whistlers down some, but not a whole lot."
"Alright, alright." Scarlette shoved Buzzsaw off her lap, and tossed the belt onto the thug's bright red ass. "Sorry about cutting things short. I'll send you a refund."
Buzzsaw curled into a ball, and turned a teary glare on Scarlette. "I'm going to hunt you down and rip your spine out through your eyeballs."
Scarlette's vision vanished beneath a haze of red. There was a loud bzzzat! Scarlette reeled. The worst of the red mist faded, and one of the hoodlums was nowhere to be seen.
The other two hoodlums skidded to a stop and stared at Scarlette with wide eyes.
"Oh my god, you killed Kenny!" cried one of them, pointing at Scarlette.
"You bastard!" cried the other, also pointing.
"My name's not Kenny, jackasses," said a voice from darkness in the back of the building.
"Aww, come on, haven't you ever seen South Park?"
"That show sucks. And only old people watch it anyway."
"Blasphemy!"
"Carmen is a psychotic, utterly unlikeable..."
"It's Cartman jackass. And that's the whole point!"
"Let's see if we can ease past them," said Juliana.
One of the thugs spun to face them. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"I'm sure it was. Are you at the park?"
"Yup." Scarlet Moon sat down, using a bit of forcefield to protect her naked cheeks from the hot concrete. "Kinda tired, though."
"Well, try not to go too crazy. Still gotta find and take down Buzzsaw. What's it looking like?"
Scarlet Moon's eyes swept across the mostly empty street. A single cop car sat on the road a little ways away. One of the police officers, a woman, leaned against the outside of the car watching the park. Scarlet Moon couldn't see her partner. Presumably they were inside the vehicle. She couldn't see anyone in the park either.
"Really? No cops? No swat teams, or negotiations?"
"Nope. Well, there's a single cop car, but they don't seem to be doing anything."
"Huh. Maybe Buzzsaw isn't there after all."
Buzzsaw looked about the beach. Women cowered together, and clutched each other. Men cowered together, while trying to look like they weren't clutching each other. Couples held each other. Parents wrapped themselves protectively around stone silent children. "I SAID AM I RIGHT?"
"Yeah..." came a few disorganized voices.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" roared Buzzsaw. "DON'T MAKE ME KICK YOUR TEETH IN!"
"YEAH!" cried the terrified crowd.
"That's better." Buzzsaw strolled leisurely amongst the beach goers, studying each face in turn.
"It looks like she's looking for someone," said Juliana in a low voice.
"What are you-aggh!" Juliana hunched, one hand clutching her head, the other locked on the wheel. The car swerved around the road, and careened towards a street light. A crimson light blinded Scarlette, metal crunched, and tires squealed.
The car turned off and there was nothing but breathing. Scarlette opened her eyes. The car had smashed into a streetlight, making it flicker. A crimson light filled the car.
Juliana rolled her eyes. "You are so squeamish."
"Look, I just don't like watching people be in pain, ok?" said Scarlette. "I'll see you in a few."
Scarlette stepped out, closed the door behind her, and turned towards the living area. Two of her suitemates occupied the living room.
Alexandra lounged on the sofa, playing with her phone. She was very tall, most of her height coming from long, toned legs. She had a slender, toned build: thin waist, smallish breasts, flat stomach and bubble butt. She had rich chestnut hair draped over the arm of the couch and held out of her face by a golden hairband. She wore a short white skater skirt, and a tight black off-the-shoulder crop top that bared her shoulders and midriff.
Vanessa sat curled up in an over-sized recliner with a book open in her lap.
She was of average height, and had a voluptuous, hourglass figure: substantial breasts, reasonably narrow waist, wide hips and large, protruding bubble butt. She had lily white skin and shoulder-length raven black hair tied back into a ponytail. She wore a pair of dark blue cut-off jean shorts and a black t-shirt emblazoned with the rictus grin of the heavy metal band Vicious.
Scarlette pulled on a diaphanous white skirt and loose-fitting tassled white shirt over her swimsuit. She stepped into the common room.
Vanessa was still dressed in her Vicious shirt and cut-off jeans, though she had added a large pair of sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat and a beach bag to the mix. Juliana wore a diaphanous aquamarine beach dress, just thick enough to obscure her legs and bottom, just light enough to suggest that she might maybe be wearing something pretty tiny underneath it. Keiko wore a flower-print tied-off shirt and a pair of khaki short shorts. She also wore a wide brimmed hat, and comically large sunglasses.
The car ride to the beach was pretty quiet (even Alexandra seemed to have the good sense not to further upset Juliana). But the tension turned to excitement as the fresh smell of Lake Michigan permeated the car and the bright sand came into view.
"Shut up and take your spanking." Sam somehow managed to pick up the pace, the blows landing with the speed and shock of lightning. Scarlette's entire world narrowed down to her round ass, and the agony being inflicted on it by Sam's callused hand of iron.
There was a pause, and a faint scraping. Scarlette looked over her shoulder just in time to see Sam pull off his slipper.
Scarlette groaned.
"You've brought this on yourself, young lady," said Sam. He struck Scarlette's curved right cheek with the hard leather sole. The loud smack echoed throughout the empty parking lot. When Scarlette looked up at the dorm building, she could swear she can see a few faces peering out.
Sam's slipper cracked against Scarlette's left cheek, and she found other things to worry about. Sam struck Scarlette's bottom with slow, deliberate strokes, the slipper whooshing through the air with every swing, and smashing into Scarlette's bobbling bottom with brat breaking force.
Scarlette wailed.
Scarlet Moon glanced over the edge of the building. "Think I'll find a safer route."
"Oh, you're no fun," said Juliana, a pout in her voice.
"Easy for you to say." Scarlet Moon slipped down the building's fire escape, and circled around to the south side. Sure enough, an overgrown copse of trees grew right up against the building at the edge of the office park.
"You didn't have a problem jumping between buildings a minute ago."
"Well, yeah, but a minute ago I didn't have to worry about someone trying to shoot me."
"Bah. You'd have been fine."
Scarlet Moon slipped into the undergrowth. She kept her forcefield at a low burn, just enough to protect herself from the hordes of very scratchy thorns, brambles, and twigs, but not enough to be visible from the park. Proved to be quite a good bit of practice in control.
Eventually, hot, sweaty, and feeling icky, Scarlet Moon reached the building. She ripped open a door (shattering a lock in the process), and slipped inside.
"You know, this would have been so much faster if you'd jumped," muttered Juliana. "We could be halfway to saving Alexandra by now."
"This oughta teach ya," he said. "Maybe next time you won't push someone over a controversial point in a pickup game of volleyball where we weren't even keeping track. Now bend back over, spread those legs, and stick your ass out."
Scarlette considered bolting. But this guy had a lot of friends back on the courts. The last thing she needed was a group spanking in the middle of the beach. Scarlette bent over, put her palms on the stump, and spread her legs wide apart.
"You probably won't be wearing a bathing suit for a while, not unless you want to show off these stripes," The young man swished the implement down onto Scarlette's bobbling thighs. The switch traced lines of fire up and down her bare thighs. Scarlette howled.
The torment hit a whole new level when the man landed several strokes to the inside of each thigh, forcing Scarlette to grip the hard stump with all her might.
Scarlette patted herself. "Feel a bit winded, but otherwise I'm fine. You?"
"Me too." Juliana winced and massaged her forehead. "My head is killing me."
"My skin burns." Scarlette rubbed her arms. She pulled out her phone and tapped the screen. Nothing. She tapped it again, more frantically. Still. Nothing.
"Yours not working either?" asked Juliana.
"Of course not," said Scarlette. "Stupid things never work when you need them."
"Prolly damaged in the crash."
"Don't look damaged."
"Speaking of damage." Juliana opened her door and stepped outside. "Let's see how boned we are."
Scarlette stepped out of the car. She shivered as a cool breeze touched her, her clothing doing little to block the chill of fear. She glanced up at the abandoned office buildings towering over them.
"Holy cow," muttered Juliana. She crouched next to the front of the car, studying the car and lamppost. How she managed it in stiletto heels without falling on her barely-clad ass was a mystery for the ages. "There's no damage."
"Don't be stupid." Scarlette crouched across from Juliana to look at the car. Not even the paint was scratched. The light was totally mangled.
Scarlet Moon leapt up and over the SWAT team.
Scarlette put on the speedo. Holy crap, it was tight, and Scarlette couldn't help but wonder if his package was small, medium or large. It was useful to know these things if you were going to parade it around in public like he was about to.
Sam stopped. "Take a second and gather yourself girl. Keep wiggling like that and I'll put you over my knee and hold you down."
Juliana took a few deep breaths and forced herself to relax. "OK. Ready."
"Are you sure?" Sam lightly tapped Juliana's right cheek with the brush.
"Yes sir," said Juliana, her voice shaking a little.
"Ok then." Sam struck Juliana's right cheek with a flesh-rippling blow.
Juliana squeaked, and squirmed, but other than that stayed still.
Sam waited a moment, and struck Juliana's left cheek. Juliana squeaked again, and didn't even wiggle.
"Good girl." Sam resumed resumed the swift, alternating rhythm.
Juliana squealed, and clenched the stool until her arms shook. Her face scrunched up into a grimace, and her eyes squeezed shut. Her bottom bucked and squirmed, the soft flesh rippling and bouncing beneath the hard brush.
"Alright then," said Sam. He grabbed Juliana around her waist and sat down.
"Wait, no-"
"And I'm gonna make you earn that name in a minute," growled Juliana. "What was that?"
"Getting some backup." Scarlet Moon ran across the roof, and leapt into the air.
"I was going to call with an anonymous tip, you idiot," said Juliana.
"What does it matter?"
"I don't want you interacting with the cops," said Juliana. "If they start investigating you, and find out who you are-"
"You really think they won't notice me?" asked Scarlet Moon. "I am literally swinging across town right now, and I got to the park the same way."
"That would have just been random people catching brief glimpses-"
"In the world of smartphones? I don't think so. I'm probably plastered all over the internet by now."
Scarlet Moon heard a faint clacking.
"Ok, fine yes. There are already pictures of you, and lots of speculation. Most of 'em seem to think you're a stripper with a thing for parkour, so no risk of figuring out who you really are. Ooh, this one really shows off your ass. Am I good at making costumes, or am I good at making costumes? Right click. Save as."
"I, err, see. Could the Whistler's new boldness be tied to the apparently superhuman powers allegedly possessed by their leader, Tiffany Williams?"
The chief's scowl deepened. "Miss Wilkins, you should know better than to spread panicked rumors."
"But sir, we have video footage of her turning the cast iron gate blocking the beach entrance into a basketball."
On cue, the screen flashed to grainy surveillance footage of Buzzsaw tearing the gate off its hinges with her bare hands and crumbling it up into a giant ball. She flung it backwards into the parking lot.
The scene flashed back to the serious (and rather panicked looking) visage of the reporter and police chief. Chief Napier's face was completely, utterly, expressionless.
"Ooh, dad's pissed," said a quiet voice behind Scarlette. Scarlette craned her neck back to see Natalie standing above her, a book in one hand, and a can of orange soda in the other.
Scarlette nearly choked. The hell did that come from?
"What's that supposed mean?" The woman stepped forward and loomed over Scarlette.
"Well, I mean, look at yourself," said Scarlette. "You look like the inbred offspring of a butt-faced monkey and rusty tractor trailer."
The woman's brow furrowed. "Do you...do you know the meanings of any of the words you just used?"
"Ooh! Did you hear that? She knows the word meanings! I didn't think she had it in her!" Scarlette wiped a fake tear from her eye. "So proud."
"Nobody mocks Buzzsaw." The woman slapped Scarlette across the face. There was a muted thud, like Scarlette's head were covered in padding. Her head snapped to the side, and she stumbled back a step. She didn't feel anything more than an impact, like getting thumped on the back by a friend.
Juliana screamed.
Buzzsaw looked down at her palm, then up at Scarlette. "The fuck? Your face made of brick?"
Scarlette swayed back and forth on her feet, feeling giddy and drunk. She grinned.
She pelted the brat's tanned, wobbly ass with the sandal.
"No!" wailed Alexandra, scissor-kicking, punching and squirming. "Not with my own sandaaaal!"
Delryn gave the wailing no mind, her total concentration on the girl's red, naked, wiggling ass and the hard sandal in her hand.
"I-I'm sorry!" Alexandra squealed. She kicked her legs wildly flashing a whole lot more than she'd likely intended when she put her bikini on earlier that day.
"I'm not the one you should apologize to." The boss motioned with the sandal for her employee to step forward, before bringing it down extra hard on Alexandra's sit spots, once on each cheek.
"AWWOOOoo! I-I'm sorry! Really, I - OUCH!- am!"
"What's that, ma'am? I didn't hear you," the waitress asked innocently.
"I-oww!-said I'm-agh!-sorry! Owww!" wailed Alexandra.
The man narrowed his eyes. "Ain't nobody watching for cops. Don't need to watch for cops. They always come roaring in with sirens blaring."
"Oh." Scarlet Moon frowned.
A trio of stun beams erupted from the crowd of Whistlers, striking Scarlet Moon in the chest and sending her sprawling.
Ouch.
"Let's see what we got here." The man yanked the trenchcoat off, revealing her bright red and purple costume. "Holy cow, it's a clown. Which one of you idjits ordered a clown?"
Scarlet Moon growled, and kicked the guy in the chest, sending him sprawling across the concrete. "I'm not a clown."
Scarlet Moon pushed herself to her feet, and put her hands on her hips. Her eyes flared with menacing red light.
Scarlette started to cry. It was like a dam broke, and all the stress, fear and craziness of the night just poured out in body-shaking gasps. Then Juliana started to cry too.
Sam shifted anxiously. "Neither of your phones worked? Really?"
Scarlette and Juliana pulled out their phones and offered it to Sam. Sam tapped them a few times, and grunted. He gave them back, then pulled the two into a deep hug.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to be angry, I was just worried. I had no idea."
Scarlette clung to Sam, and buried her face in Sam's shoulder.
"I was so scared," said Scarlette. "I didn't know what to do, I-"
"Shhh," said Sam, rubbing the back of Scarlette's head. "Shhh."
Minutes passed, maybe as long as half an hour, before the two students finally got a handle on themselves.
"I don't want your--oww!--help," snapped Alexandra. She flailed her hand around her bottom, but Delryn snagged the wrist, and pinned it against the girl's bare lower back.
"Now, now. It would be terrible customer service if I didn't help you," said Delryn. "So I'm not letting you up until you've asked nicely to be cleaned off. Then I will see what I can do."
"No! Let me go!" Alexandra scissor-kicked desperately.
Delryn stopped spanking Alexandra long enough to hold the girl's toned legs down, hike her dress up a bit and hook one broad leg over Alexandra's slender legs. She resumed the heavy smacks, harder and faster than before.
Alexandra shrieked, and bucked her hips wildly. Tears flowed freely down her face. "OK-oww! oww! oww!-I'm sorry, please help me get this shit off!"
"OK." Delryn pushed Alexandra off her lap and stood. Alexandra clambered to her feet, clutching her bright red bottom and hissing.
The Whistler squirmed and yipped, but said nothing. Her legs kicked, and her fists clenched, but still she said nothing.
Finally, Scarlet Moon had to stop. She alternated between rubbing her stinging palm, massaging her aching elbow, and massaging her aching shoulder. "Jeez. What's it take to make you talk?"
Juliana sighed. "It's just a spanking. Not that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. Especially not to a thug."
Scarlette snapped the spoon against Keiko's left cheek twice in rapid succession, one on top of the other.
Keiko squealed and bounced. Her legs lashed out, and glanced off a sudden flare of crimson light near Scarlette's shin.
Scarlette sucked in a breath, and glanced at Juliana. The two shared an anxious look.
Keiko didn't seem to notice, caught up as she was in her own misery. "Eight! Nine!"
"Alright, you're done." Scarlette stepped away. She pulled her closet door open with a shaking hand. She put the spoon back on the shelf.
Buzzsaw yanked Scarlette's jeans down to her knees, exposing Scarlette's curved bottom, her tiny little thong doing absolutely nothing to hide her curved cheeks.
As if on cue, a door opened at the far end of the hallway, and a short, squat girl with very small breasts and a disproportionally large ass poked her head into the room. Her brown hair barely brushed her chin, and looked like she'd only put a token effort into maintaining it. She had a babyish face that made her look younger than she actually was and big brown eyes. The smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks didn't help any either. She had a slightly dazed look about her, like most of her brain was off processing something else. She wore a pair of frumpy sweat pants, and a wrinkled, slightly stained black shirt that said "Talk nerdy to me."
"What are you guys doing?" asked Natalie in a soft voice, fixating on Juliana.
"Nothing you'd care about," said Alexandra, not even looking up from her phone. "Now bugger off before you give the coffee pot a tide."
Natalie frowned, and glanced at the pot. Her eyes widened, and she bolted back into her room.
"Sure, sure, I'll tell you whatever, just-"
"What's the fastest way to get out of here?"
The hoodlum gnawed on her lower lip. "Through the door?"
"I meant out of this damned district and away from you Whistlers or whatever." Scarlette gave the Whistler a shake.
"Ok, ok," said the hoodlum. "Umm, well, there's a big ol' factory north, uh, northeast of here a bit. Two stories. There's a couple of wooden boards across the tops of the roofs. Can run across them to the edge of the park. All the buildings got fire escapes, too."
"Cool." Scarlette tossed the hoodlum on top of her buddy.
Juliana came out of the shadows. "Come on, we've dawdled too long. If Buzzsaw is halfway competent, she's probably got her minions checking in regularly. These two will be missed soon."
"No, that's not-oww!"
"Don't lie to me." The man picked up the tempo, making Juliana's naked cheeks ripple like a pond in a rainstorm. "My ankle hurts like a bitch because your friend can't control her temper. We weren't even keeping score for chrissake."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," wailed Juliana. "Please stop, it hurts."
"Yeah, you'd better be sorry," said the man. He landed some hard blows to her sitspots, and even a few smacks to her sensitive thighs. "I don't like being manipulated, you get me?"
"Yes, yes! Oww! I won't-oww-do it again! Yeowww!"
"Good." The man released Juliana, and let her stumble away, clutching at her stinging bottom. Then he turned towards Scarlette, who took an anxious step back. "And now for you."
Scarlet Moon threw the Whistler over her shoulder, and shimmied up the nearest, tallest tree: a broad, towering oak. Near the top, she laid a faint forcefield across the boughs. She tossed the woman out into the air, and caught her with a couple of scarlet cords.
The Whistler gasped. "No, please don't do this. I'm afraid of heights!"
"Tell me where Buzzsaw is," said Scarlet Moon.
"I can't!" said the Whistler. "She'll kill me."
Scarlet Moon shrugged, and dispersed the cords.
The Whistler screamed. She fell about a foot before slamming into the forcefield Scarlet Moon had lain earlier, the field flaring with scarlet light.
Scarlet Moon leapt from the tree and landed on the forcefield (a bit closer to the edge than she'd planned). She straddled the Whistler, and pointed towards the edges of the forcefield.
"Look, I'm just trying to process it, alright?" said Juliana. She paced. "I saw you fire energy beams out of you eyes, get punched through an air conditioning unit, lift a random sheet of iron, and fight a lunatic whose hair could slice through steel. I'm kinda freaked out here!"
"You're freaking out? You didn't turn into a night light," said Scarlette.
"Keep your voice down," hissed Juliana. "And what, we can't both be freaked out?"
"You are not allowed to be more freaked out than I am," said Scarlette, crossing her arms.
"Don't worry," said Juliana dryly. "Your eyes have been the size of dinner plates since you woke up, to say nothing of the Shower to End All Showers."
"Just laying down some ground rules," said Scarlette, a hint of a smile sneaking its way onto her face.
"Noted. Now look, we gotta figure out what we're going to do," said Juliana.
"Here's a thought. We pretend it never happened," said Scarlette, stretching again and hissing. Stupid sore muscles.
"But Buzzsaw is still out there," said Juliana.
Scarlette's vision narrowed in a haze of red.
Buzzsaw swung. Scarlette fell on her ass, the large fist ruffling her hair. Buzzsaw raised her massive arms above her head and roared in rage.
Scarlette's head rocked back, like it'd been kicked by a mule. The haze clouding her vision swirled into a beam and smashed into Buzzsaw's chest. Buzzsaw stumbled backwards and collapsed.
Scarlette stared. "Did you-"
Juliana grabbed Scarlette's arm and yanked her to her feet. "Come on, let's get out of here."
Juliana yanked open the car door, and shoved Scarlette in. She scrambled around to the other side. Buzzsaw leapt to her feet and charged the car.
Juliana put the car in reverse, and gunned it. Buzzsaw grabbed the front bumper, laughing maniacally. The car didn't move.
Scarlette fell to her knees, and clutched her gut. The crimson glow flickered and faded.
"Well, well, looks like Glogirl finally ran out of batteries," said Buzzsaw. She towered over Scarlette with hands on hips and feet set wide apart. "Pathetic."
Scarlette groaned.
Buzzsaw grabbed Scarlette by the hair and yanked her head off the ground. She glared into Scarlette's eyes. "I don't take kindly to you beating up my people."
Scarlette bit her lip as she pulled out the thong bikini. She blushed as she considered her butt exploding out into empty air, the flimsy triangle in the back utterly incapable of containing it.
"Alright you." Scarlet Moon reached down and lifted the brunette into the air. "I think it's time someone taught you some manners."
The woman narrowed one eye, and grunted something almost coherent.
"Yes," declaimed Keiko, putting her hands on her hips. "For we Canadians recognize that all things are of the utmost importance, and must be dealt with using the gravity they demand!"
"That's a load of crock," said Juliana with a smile. "I met your mother when your parents were helping you move in. She was very quiet and soft spoken."
"But dramatically quiet!" roared Keiko, holding up a finger.
"If only you could say the same," came a sardonic comment from the common room. "Why don't you guys come out here, so we can discuss the day?"
The spandex-based material went on surprisingly easy, and he felt powerful when he looked in the mirror. A crimson one-piece speedsuit covered everything between mid thighs and shoulders, and accentuated his musculature. The outfit had purple pin-striping, beginning at the shoulders and going down both the arms and sides down to the knees. In the center of Scarlette's chest was a finely embroidered purple crescent moon surrounded by a black circle. His arms were covered by long black gloves that came halfway to his elbows. Short purple boots with grippy flat bottoms came up to mid calf. A red half-mask was attached to the back of the costume, and fit over his head. It covered everything from the nose up, like Batman's except nowhere near as badass.
"What is wrong with you?" Juliana stared aghast a Keiko. "How could you give up cookies?"
"Oatmeal raisin is the most foul breed of cookies to ever curse Mankind!" raged Keiko, shaking her fist to the sky. "They are an abomination! A blight! A mockery, a perversion of the True Cookies!"
"You are so weird," said Alexandra, a bit of a huff in her voice, her eyes once more glued to her phone.
"So. Is 80+ hot?" asked Keiko.
"80's about 26.6," said Juliana. She peeled a banana and started chomping.
Keiko threw her hands in the air. "Such heat is beyond the ken of mortal man. Imagine if I could but capture a fraction of it to take back to Toronto. There would I be viewed as unto a god. A dark, terrible god with the very power of the sun clenched in my fist! They would have no choice but to bow down and worship at my feet, or face my hot, fiery wrath! Muahahahahahahah!"
"In fact, looks like the car stopped a few inches in front of the post, like we'd come to a screeching halt," said Juliana. "But I don't remember slamming on the brakes. And how did the lamppost get so badly damaged?"
"Holy fuck," said a rough voice behind the car.
Both Juliana and Scarlette jumped. Juliana lost her balance and fell on her barely-clad bottom. Scarlette spun towards the sound of the voice. Her hand started to glow with a deep red light. She stared at it. She closed her eyes, rubbed her hand against her t-shirt, and looked at it again.
"Your hand," murmured Juliana, scrambling to her feet. "It's glowing."
A quartet of very rough looking individuals stepped into the flickering yellow glow cast by the damaged streetlight.
"They're called glosticks, ya dumb bitch," said the thug in the middle of the group. She had broad shoulders, heavily muscled arms and legs, and pale skin. She folded her arms. One foot tapped impatiently against the asphalt. Her fingers ran up and down her bicep. She wore a pair of loose-fitting black jeans, and black combat boots. A heavy looking chain hung from her jeans. A leather jacket liberally spotted with small metal studs adorned her shoulders, a skintight, v-necked black shirt beneath it. Her hair was pulled up into a huge, rainbow-colored mohawk, making her appear even taller than her six feet. A small nasal stud decorated her right nostril.
The woman's brow furrowed in confusion. She rolled her eyes. "Oh for-"
"No talking." Scarlet Moon shoved the fedora into the woman's mouth. "You'll just call your buddies."
She carried the woman to a nearby pile of thick rope.
The woman spat the fedora in Scarlet Moon's face. "Look, I don't know who you think you are, you dumb-"
Scarlette kept walking.
"See you." Sam returned to the office. "And don't forget to do your homework."
Scarlette entered the dorm, and made her way to Juliana's room. Remembering the events of that morning (only that morning? God what a day), she made sure to knock. "Juliana? It's Scarlette."
"Come in."
Scarlette slipped inside, and dropped her backpack on the floor. She stretched and grinned. "Gonna have to figure out how to wash that thing, but that's a problem for-"
"We've got a problem. Come here." Juliana clicked play on an internet news video.
"Thank you," said Juliana with a hint of exasperation.
"So, any ideas?" asked Scarlet Moon.
"Umm, I don't know. Maybe like scare her or something?" said Juliana. "Like Batman. In a bright red outfit."
"Nope. They're calling you the Scarlet Jumper. Which is terrible. I'd call you the Scarlet Monkey or something. In fact, this looks like it takes anonymous comments."
"You better not," said Scarlet Moon.
"Relax, I wasn't actually going to suggest that," said Juliana. "I'm going to suggest Scarlet Moon."
"Good-"
"Because of your scarlet costume, and moon-shaped ass!" said Juliana.
Scarlet Moon growled.
Juliana laughed. "Relax, I'm just suggesting Scarlet Moon. I'll let someone else come up with the rest."
"What? But-"
"Some people will ask you to count your strokes, and will give you extra if you lose track," said Scarlette. "I won't. Even if I wanted to, the bylaws don't let us add extra strokes for anything but resistance. So it's a good chance to practice."
"Hate America," muttered Keiko. "Should just go back home. Where people aren't nuts."
"Aww come on, it can't be that bad," said Juliana. "Why think of all the undisciplined youth running around in Canada that we don't have to deal with! Mom's always going on about how out of control Canadians are, because they've never been put over someone's knee."
Keiko turned her head and glared at Juliana. "Says the woman who has been out until 1 in the morning drinking and partying in clothing that barely deserves the name every weekend night since we got here."
Juliana held up her hands helplessly. "Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood."
"Well don't. Let's just do this," said Keiko.
"Trust me, you'll like it better when you get a chance to give instead of take," said Juliana.
Scarlette watched the hoodlum's bare ass bounce beneath her flat hand, feeling a bit of satisfaction as the jiggling skin turned as red as Scarlette's weird-ass glow. "Gonna attack me again?"
"No," wailed the hoodlum.
"You ever gonna attack anyone ever again?" asked Scarlette, raising her voice to be heard over the sharp smacks and pitiful wails.
"Umm, yes?"
Scarlette's lips thinned. She tightened her grip on the small of the hoodlum's back.
"Aww, come on," said the hoodlum. "A woman's gotta eat."
Scarlette struck the hoodlum's left cheek with a bone-jarring blow that jolted Scarlette's arm, and made the hoodlum howl. Scarlette snapped her arm up, and unleashed a matching strike to the hoodlum's right cheek. Then left, then right, then left again, one full-forced blow after another.
The hoodlum wailed and sobbed like a four year old.
Scarlette shook her hand.
"You could be a little nicer," muttered Juliana, almost too quietly for Scarlet Moon to hear. "Alexandra isn't that bad."
"I see." Sam turned on his heel and walked into the office. "Come."
When they entered the office, Sam pointed at the couch that dominated the middle of the room. Scarlette and Juliana sat down.
"I can't believe it's coincidence that three of us developed superpowers on the same night. I'll bet we're not the only ones," said Juliana.
"Three?" said Scarlet Moon. She released a cord, and tied another around a nearby flag pole. The pole bent alarmingly and nearly sent her flying into a wall. A rapidly placed cord against a billboard saved her from giving someone a new window.
"I've slept three hours since the business park, and I feel great. You know that physics homework I was struggling with? Understood it instantly. And the coup de grace, I somehow remembered enough of a years old high school project to turn a particle stunner into a bomb with tools scavenged from a pile of junk in like ten minutes."
"Figures you get the awesome superpower."
"Says the one literally swinging from buildings."
"Yours guarantees you good grades," said Scarlet Moon. "Mine, a superpowered punch in the face."
"Look, the point is that there's no way we were the only ones."
"Maybe the others will be friendly?"
"How many people do you know would use sudden superpowers responsibly?"
C'mon crimson glow. Do your thing. Scarlette scrambled off the couch again. Sam grabbed her and threw her over the back of it. Sam grabbed the top of Scarlette's jeans and forced them down to her thighs to expose her curved cheeks, now clad only in a thong.
"No!" cried Scarlette. "Let go of me you-oww!"
Sam cracked the bathbrush hard against Scarlette's ass, making her naked cheeks bounce.
Sam grabbed the waistband of Scarlette's underwear and yanked them down.
Scarlette yelped. "That's not fair!"
Sam pressed his hand against the small of Scarlette's back and landed three heavy smacks to Scarlette's lower right cheek. Scarlette yelped again, and her legs kicked a little.
"Considering how much trouble you're in, little girl, I think it's more than fair." Sam settled into a rhythm, alternating heavy smacks between cheeks.
"I'm only slighter shorter than you! Oww!"
"Shut up and take your thrashing," said Sam.