A female Equalizer with a death wish helps defend battered women.
Author's Note:
This is a multiple chapter story, a fictional depiction of a female superhero, that Sir David wanted me to write. Sir David is a longtime Literotica reader. Fascinated with women doing superhuman feats of strength, he asked me to create, develop, and write about Laura Lion's character to satisfy his sexual fantasy for a sci-fi story. Turning the tables on men, he wanted men to know what it felt like to be battered and abused by a little woman.
The most expensive and exclusive street in London, known as 'Billionaires' Boulevard,' Sir David lives in Kensington Palace Gardens in West London. A 90-minute ride each way, he routinely travels from London to Storeys Way in East Anglia, Cambridge, to visit family and friends. While his chauffeur drives him from London to the English countryside in his Rolls Royce, he wanted a story that his personal secretary could read to him on the way there and on the way back.
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Laura Lion is a woman with a Death Wish. The first of her kind, unlike Marvel and DC comics fictional characters, such as Phoenix, Catwoman, Supergirl, and Wonder Woman, et al, she's a real superhero. She's a female Equalizer.
Finally, not all about men, in the way of Denzel Washington in The Equalizer, there's a female equalizer prowling the dangerous, city streets. In the way of Charles Bronson and Bruce Willis in Death Wish, there's a woman, seemingly, with a death wish, too. She's a female vigilante, a woman who helps women in need, women who are unable to help themselves, and women who can't defend themselves against abusive men. A female hero, there's a woman ready and willing to physically challenge bad men to champion the cause of physically, emotionally, and sexually abused and battered women.
To those who don't know her, have never met her, but who know of her, they call her Double 'L'. To those who have seen her and who know the violence that she can wreak on bad men, as if she's a supermodel, she's known as 'L,' not Elle, not Double 'L', just 'L'. The furthest thing from a fashion magazine or a fashion icon, 'L' is no supermodel.
'L' is a genuine, female, superhero. When the world is all about men, strong men, athletic men, baseball players, football players, race car drivers, or old, rich white men, 'L' is the first female equalizer. 'L' is the last thing and the only sound admitted from victims' mouth when they're being beaten to within an inch of their violent lives or the last thing and the only thing they say before they die at her hand.
"L..."
Finally, long overdue and something that's been needed for centuries, when all looks hopeless, there's a female equalizer, a woman who comes to the aid of other women in need of a savior. Seemingly and inexplicably, in the way that she continually puts herself at daily risk, no doubt about it, Laura Lion is a woman with a death wish. Yet, ready to set things right for the weaker sex, she's willing to put her own life on the line to revenge what bad men do to good women.
It's about time women had a real superhero, don't you think? It's about time that women leveled the playing field by introducing their own champion. It's about time that women gave men a taste of their own medicine. It's about time that women got even for all that bad men do to good women.
"L..."
Tired of men taking advantage of women, L is here to take advantage of men. She's here to make them feel and fear what women have felt and feared for centuries. Now, it's the violently, aggressive men that need to be afraid. Now, its women's turn to seek revenge.
As if she's Catwoman or Wonder Woman coming out of nowhere, never knowing where she is, when she's watching, and when she's about to attack, she could step out of a darkened doorway at any time. Having already become a crime deterrent, the fear that she could be anywhere and everywhere is what keeps men in line and from committing a crime against women. Men be afraid. Be so afraid. Your time has come. Finally, 'L' is your comeuppance.
"Hey, man. I'm not doing that. Uh, uh. No way. I'm out. I'm not raping that woman. L could be here. L could be anywhere," said Martin looking around as if he had just seen a ghost or was about to see L in person. "I don't want no trouble. I'll see you later. I'm going home to my wife and kids."
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Case #249
Joe is a cheating and drunken husband who spends his weekly paycheck on booze and whores.
Knowing he'd be at the corner bar drinking, chatting it up with whores, and spending all of his money buying them drinks, and paying them for nasty sex later, Joe did the same thing every Friday, payday. With his wife at home with the kids and a drawer full of overdue bills, he'd be at the neighborhood bar drinking beer and spending their rent money on whores. Joe didn't care that the kids needed food, diapers, and medicine, and had to do without.
He didn't care that his wife had to ask her parents for financial help. He loved having a few beers after a long week of work. He loved finding an older whore, one with brown hair, a big ass, big, sagging breasts, and one who resembled his mother. A different whore every week, one with a willing mouth, he enjoyed pretending that she was his mother.
He loved having his cock sucked while playing with her titties and calling her Mommy. His thing was to imagine his mother blowing him. As long as the whore looked a little like his mother, it sexually excited him to imagine cumming in his mother's mouth. As long as he came home drunk after getting a back-alley blowjob from some prostitute who allowed her to be his surrogate mother, he was happy.
Hired by his wife to put the fear of God in him and set him on the responsible path, Laura waited for him around the corner from the bar in the alley where he paid women twenty-dollars to suck his cock. Before he spent all of his money on booze and whores, she was ready to grab him, talk some sense in him, take what little money he had left, and give it to his wife. Only, this time, cutting his drinking, whoring, and bar visit short, instead of stumbling out of the bar drunk with a scabby whore, he walked out of the bar with two, big and burly men.
"Let's go to the strip club," said Joe. "I want to watch some naked women pole dancing. I want to see some tits. I want to go up to the VIP room and get sucked and fucked by a whore who looks like my mother," he said laughing.
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When the three men turned the corner, brazenly unafraid, as if she was a female mugger or a thief waiting for them in a darkened doorway, she stepped out from the shadows to show herself. With them in the light and her still in the dark shadows, all they could see was that she was a short, attractive, and busty woman. Not really mattering to them what she looked like, any port in a storm will do, all that they could see was that she was just another victim and another statistic on a police report.
"Help! Police? I've been beaten and raped," said a hysterical woman to the police dispatcher on the phone. "Help me. Please, help me. They stripped me naked and took my clothes."
Typically, with no one else to turn to for female victims of violence, helpless women called 911 after they've been beaten, robbed, and/or raped. Usually too late for the police to do anything about it, other than preserving evidence with a rape kit, kits that seldom get processed and criminals identified, they receive thousands of calls like that every year. Unless they took the law in their own hands and carried a concealed weapon, women were at the mercy of a broken system that was geared not to protect them from violent men.
Only, this time, it's the men who'd be calling the police hotline. It's the men who'd be battered and beaten. It's the men who'd be the victims. It's the men who'd be seeking help and police protection from her, from 'L'.
"Hello police? Help me. Please, help me. You must help me. You must save me from her. My friend and I are two, big, burly guys and this petite, young woman beat the crap out of us. Then, she stole our friend's money. Please send someone to arrest this crazy bitch before she kills us. Hurry. Before she returns."
Not the first time receiving such a call from helpless and defensive, big men, this wouldn't be the last time that big, bad men called the police for help and looking for protection from a little woman. This wouldn't be the last time that big, bad men were suddenly afraid of the dark. This wouldn't be the last time that men would think twice about 'L' being near before committing a crime against women.
