Author's notes: This is a sequel to Rally Weasel's story Test of Five. You can email me for a link to that story, if you want to read it. It is great, I promise. I would like to thank him for writing such a wonderful story, and fli binite for editing this for me. Also, please let me know what you think about this story, through email or public post on literotica. Bethany. . .
Chapter One: The adventures of Cardinal Girl
As Claire Clark, AKA, Cardinal Girl, looked out over the city from the roof of an apartment building, she thought about how much she hated criminals. Especially that evil little toad Disgruntled Doctor.
I wish I could wrap my hands around his little pencil neck,
the red suited superheroine thought.
Then I'd have to get my nails done again,
she mentally added. Cardinal Girl took a moment to glance at her bright red fingernails. It was one of the few things that little weasel hadn't altered. Because of the vile Doctor, Cardinal Girl, crime fighter extraordinaire, had recently gone through many―mostly bad for crime fighting―changes.
Now her skin was as smooth, and hairless below her neck, as silk. Her formerly athletic body had morphed into an hourglass 34-24-32. Her tits were now D-cups, almost double D's. Speaking of tits, now Cardinal Girl thought of herself in terms of physical assets. Her first night patrolling after the vile Doctor had let her go, she could barely even remember what she had done. All she'd been able to think about was if she looked good enough doing it. Now she kept an up-to-the-crime log of her activities, although there were plenty of references to her sexy body in it as well.
Oh, back to the changes. Her attention span was a lot shorter now. If someone blew in her ear, even lightly, she lost all train of thought. Hopefully, no criminal scumbag would accidentally do that while she was trying to arrest him. Her formerly hazel eyes were now an intense green, framed by permanent eyeliner and lashes that could be in a makeup ad. Somehow, the Disgruntled Doctor had made it so her also permanent eye shadow would change colors with her mood. She still wasn't sure how well it worked, though.
Disgruntled Doctor had also added some permanent jewelry to her. First, there was the silver waist chain. Then there was the green navel stone that was somehow just stuck to her belly. The stone, along with her now green eyes, had prompted her to change her all-red costume to red and green. The three tongue studs were silver, and heavy enough to notice every time she moved her tongue.
She moved her tongue a lot. And stuck things in her mouth. Just about anything that was round and smooth. She'd almost been kicked out of the store when she had tried to buy some cucumbers.
Cardinal Girl hadn't even gotten to the worst things he had done to her. Along with her oral fixation, Disgruntled Doctor had made it so she acted like a bimbo teenager. Every time she heard a strange noise, she responded with a girlish yelp, or worse, a teen-horror movie scream.
The breeze shifted and Cardinal Girl smelled her girly, wildflower perfume. Another little change that had been forced upon her. That was actually one of the least horrible things he had done to her. That, and her brilliant copper hair. . . although ass-long hair did get in the way sometimes.
Cardinal Girl absentmindedly stuck a honey-flavored finger into her mouth. Oh yeah, not only was her skin now smooth-as-silk, it tasted like honey. Her cat loved it.
All these things she could live, and still fight crime, with. The other two things he'd done to her made it super-dangerous for her to be out fighting crime alone.
The first one was that every time a man, and most muggers and burglars were men, referred to her in a derogatory manner, her pussy got soaked. Lucky for her she could fly, if not, she would have masturbated herself in an alley right in front of a pair thieves two nights ago. Some crime fighter she was, she couldn't even keep her hands out of her pussy long enough to kick the crap out of a pair of drug addict losers.
Maybe if her wrists were cuffed,
she thought idly. . .
"Ugh!" Cardinal Girl said as she pulled her finger out of her mouth with a pop. That was the worst thing. Not only did she get wet when some man, any man, demeaned her, now she had a deep-rooted affinity for bondage. In the two weeks since the Doctor had messed with her, she hadn't been able to orgasm without being bound in some way. It was so humiliating. Even in the privacy of her own apartment, Cardinal Girl, certified superheroine, not only had to be bound while she masturbated, but repeatedly had to call herself "horny slut, bimbo brains, Cardinal Whore," and any other nasty thing that happened to run through her mind, just so she could jill-off.
There! A drug dealer lurking under a balcony. Light as a feather, Cardinal Girl jumped off the roof and flew toward her target. Normally she would just beat a drug dealer into submission, then relieve him of whatever he was selling, as well as his profits, then warn him never to do it again. After the second or third time, she'd arrange for his arrest. She would throw the drugs down the nearest sewer, and donate the profits to a charity.
Cardinal Girl landed in the alley across the street from the dealer. She still didn't recognize him; he must be new. Carefully, as she still wasn't completely comfortable with her new five-inch heeled, platform boots, she stepped out onto the sidewalk to get a better look.
The first thing Cardinal Girl noticed was that the drug dealer was a woman. While that was surprising, it wasn't exactly uncommon. The young woman was dressed in loose-fitting blue jeans, and a roomy black hoodie. The most significant item of her attire was the pink paisley bandanna wrapped around the drug dealer's left wrist. It was the mark of FemNation, the cities only all female street gang.
Cardinal Girl scanned the nearly deserted street. FemNation rarely sent its members out alone, and they were always armed. Suddenly, the pusher spotted her.
The costumed heroine watched as she turned to run, simultaneously reaching back into her pocket, probably for a gun. By the time she had taken her third step, Cardinal Girl had leapt clear across the street and landed alongside her. Before the gangster could react, Cardinal Girl kicked her leg out from under her, sending her sprawling along the pavement, her gun flying out of reach.
"Fuckin' bitch!" the drug dealer shouted as she tried to scramble to her feet.
Cardinal Girl's platform boot sent her back to the concrete, on her ass this time.
"Bitch, I'm gonna kill you!" the feisty girl screamed as she tried to climb back to her feet.
Cardinal Girl raised her foot again, then set it back down. The criminal had called her a bitch twice, and neither time did she feel the familiar wetness between her legs. Apparently, she only got excited when a man called her a bitch.
While she was busy daydreaming, the streetwise gangster had climbed back to her feet, and started running again. This time towards the entrance to a run-down apartment building.
A flying kick sent her down again, hard. This time she groaned, and tried to cover her back where Cardinal Girl had kicked her.
"I'm gonna search you, and take the drugs and money, okay, sweetie," Cardinal Girl informed the prone gangster as she pulled out her bright red handcuffs.
"Fuck you," the ganster got out between groans.
As Cardinal Girl approached, the girl lashed out with her foot. Her reward was Cardinal Girls' boot stomping her knee. Seconds later, Cardinal Girl had the dealer's hands cuffed securely behind her. It only took a minute to thoroughly search the FemNation gang banger.
Normally Cardinal Girl would conduct an inventory on the spot. Then she would take appropriate action against the criminal, whether that was a warning, arrest, or in some juvenile's cases, taking them home to their parents. Now she had to limit her exposure on the street as much as possible. A single whistle could send things spinning out of control. Cardinal Girl uncuffed the dealer, and quickly flew away.
Once she was safely on a rooftop, Cardinal Girl inventoried the contents of the woman's pockets. Eleven dime-bags of marijuana, five small baggies of crack, two much larger baggies―which she had found hidden in the girl's snatch―a bottle of about thirty Ecstasy pills, nine hundred forty-five dollars, and the nine millimeter pistol that she had picked up.
