Characters Name: MitKnight
Secret Alias: Briana Bosworth/Brian Boswell
Status:Unionnaire, First Class

Also Known As: The Twilight Transsexual, Cross-Gendered Crimefighter, Shadow Sentry

Likes:being alone, detective work,and his/her various crimefighting
vehicles.

Dislikes:amateurs and teams.

Sexual Preference: Bi-sexual; prefers women, but will date men as
an aspect of his/her cover identity of socialite Braina Bosworth.

Costume: The Shadowy Sentry is a beautiful woman...with a secret(psst...she's a he/she).
She has short raven hair, cut in a boyish style and sad blue eyes. Her features are
hidden by a black catlike domino mask. A short dark blue cape trails over her back, connected to the halter top that covers her shapely breasts.
On the halter top is a glowing Union symbol(a silver star encircled by a gold ring).He/She wears a matching black pleated microskirt(with white g-string).
Her hands are covered with long, elbow length matching gloves. Around her waist is the famous Ultility Belt, a yellow belt with various pouches
and a white starburst on the center buckle. On her feet are glittering black Enhancement Sandals, with six-inch heels.

Powers:His/her Enhancement Sandals bestows her/him with enhanced strength and agility. His/her intellegence is increase to
an awesome level, giving him/her the ability to create any crime-fighting tool desired. Briana has brillant analytical skills, although her
greatest Enhancement Sandal power is the Analyzer-Vision, the power to merely glance at an opponent and uncover weaknesses and
map out fighting strategies in mere nano-seconds.

Other Abilities:

*Weapons and Tools: From Shadowrangs(her design of boomerangs) to lockpicking kits, MitKnight has a nearly unlimited cache of weapons and tools,
drawn from a pocket dimension connected to her belt.

*Shadow-Style: MitKnight has technology in her cape that gives her gliding abilities ala Gatchaman.


History:When Brian Boswell was just 10 years old, he saw his parents murdered before his very eyes by an unknown assailant.
Vowing to rid the world of evil, and left with a large fortune, Brian traveled the world, learning the various trades to become the
ultimate crimefighter. When he reached 19, he went to Washington, intent on becoming a CIA operative. But, he was rejected.

Undeterred, Brian sought out Spangle, a heroine of World War II, who was seen as the greatest fighter that ever lived. He tracked
her down to her home at the time, in an unnamed city. However, Spangle's old enemy Professor Peril had tracked her down as well.
In the violent showdown between old adversaries, Brian was caught in an vicious explosion, which stripped away his mobility, confining
him to a wheelchair. Bitter and angry, the idealistic youth turned his back on the world, confining himself to his spacious mansion, with
only his maid Matilda and robotic dog Queen, as company.

A few months later, Spangle resurfaced, literally breaking into the mansion with a present for her would-be savior...a pair of magical
platform sandals that could heal Brian of his crippling wounds. Of course, the young man showed great reluctance at trying on feminine
products...but he slowly embraced the promise they provided. However, as the millionaire playboy was caught up in an astonishing
transformation; he was changed into a woman, with the exception of his genitals. Hiding from the world originally, Brian slowly came to
except his bizarre condition, gaining vital training from Spangle in the process. Soon, he created a new surface identity as Briana Bosworth,
beautiful socialite playgirl...and preyed on the criminal underworld as MitKnight, the Shadow Sentry!

Signature Move: Shadowrang


Will He/She Survive...The Wrath of Ward?

STAIRWELL

So. This wouldn't be as easy as she thought.

Mitknight hugged the wall, catching her breath. Her steely blue eyes
scanned the corridor, searching for any more telltale signs of traps.
From her research on Ward, she knew that his traps were magic-based,
not human-built as she was so used to.

"I really hate magic." she murmured under her breath. Suddenly, her
keen hearing detected the footsteps of her predator, creeping behind
her stealthily. A second pair of steps clicked clumsily behind.

No doubt it was the naked Venusian.

The Shadowy Sentry shook her head. She was really not surprised to
find out that The Union's leader was captured by her master. She
always had a slight arrogance to her...and now it was her downfall.

But not Mitknight. She was smarter.

She was not on the same strength level as Ward, nor had no experience
with magic. She hoped that her techniques could keep that monster off
his feet long enough for her to discover the weapon room of his.

Realizing that he was near enough for her, the Twilight Transsexual
sprung into action with the vigor of a released arrow. Her lean form
dashed forward into full view of the Dark Elf. Before he or his
captive from Venus realized it, MitKnight shot out her grappling gun,
which connected with the ceiling, and dove over the duo. Landing
neatly on the other side, she threw three black boomerangs that
sliced through the air towards Ward.

Instantly knowing what they were, Jazmon summoned up her telekinetic
force field as quickly as she could to block what was about to
happen. The three boomerangs embedded themselves in the wall next to
Ward and flashed red for only a nanosecond.

A giant explosion erupted, engulfing Ward and his gray concubine.
MitKnight was thrown back into the main hall, but she managed to ride
out the shockwave, and land from a somersault onto sandaled feet.

"That'll hold him...at least, for the moment." she muttered. She did
not dare get overconfident.

With a whirl of her cape, the Shadowy Sentry race down another route
deep into Ward's lair, hoping to bear fruit on her mission...

BALCONY

The Dragonskull Ship floated on the polished stone, overlooking the
beautiful mountain range.

The four Ridorians had no time to appreciate the view. In her combat
uniform, the soldier knelt next to a large bottle. She raised it to
her swollen lips (Her face showed evidence of the daily beatings Ward
had administered since the Venusian Vixen had coaxed them into
rebellion). She swilled and gargled the non-toxic but foul tasting
cleaning fluid around her mouth, coating her tongue, and then spat
back into the bottle. The soldier/slave took her place on the magical
ship and started to lick it clean.

There was a loud rumbling noise.

One of the Ridorians looked up from her work. "Dib a doulder dust
woll pathed the boor?" she asked, her numb tongue making her
difficult to understand.

"Duthed geep glickink", another replied and they went back to their
task. None of them wanted to end up like their captain…who was
punished worst for their transgression.

HALLWAY

Ward had been completely surprised again when his prey shot past over
his head. Her follow-through was easy to anticipate though, and Ward
had not been harmed at all. The same could not be said of the
hallway; they now stood in a space large enough to be worked into a
small room.

Impressive miniature explosives for a planet this primitive.

Grinning like a child with a cool new toy, the villain stalked back
the way he came.

STAIRWELL

Mitknight froze when she heard the sound. It was growing louder at an
alarming rate.

A giant boulder rolling down the stairs?

How cliché. Still, if she didn't move fast, it would paste her sexy
body all over the stairs.

The Shadowy Sentry's caped form moved with the speed of a human
lightning bolt and the grace of an eagle. Her skirted silhouette
somersaulted over the large stone, nearly avoiding danger. As her
stiletto heels hit the floor, she hugged the wall, scanning the area
in front of her for more traps.

SPORTS STADIUM

The afternoon's game had been called off, but the media boxes were
fuller than ever before. Cameras and sound equipment was being
readied. Already many cameras were filming the beautiful
crimefighters waiting on the turf. Every network had sent their
prettiest reporters to cover the event.

In the booth reserved for the game commentators, one of the usual
sports commentators had been joined by a boxing/wrestling
commentator, a popular female current affairs show host, and the
editor of a men's magazine. They were killing time and enjoying the
food laid out for them while they waited to make broadcasting history.


WARD'S BEDCHAMBER

Imprisoned in her box, the wire connected naked telepath cried out.
Ward's mind hurt as he forced her to locate the intruder. With tears
in her eyes, she searched the building her soul had been forced to
mesh with.

HALLWAY

"She's where!?!" The darkelf almost shouted. His pace quickened
almost to a jog. His muscular grey slave hurried on behind as he told
her, "If she has even touched that ship I'll bust her balls with my
bare hands!"

The Mental Mistress stumbled after her master in his mad jaunt to
capture her teammate. Why? Why did they have to come here?! That
question flashed over and over in her head. Ward knew all their
secrets, and it was only a matter of time before The Union would be
lying at the Dark Elf's feet… no doubt kissing them.
If only they had stayed away...


SPOTRTS STADIUM

The two super heroines looked at the gathered media in annoyance.

A tall busty redhead stood in front of cameras, reading from a
teleprompt. "...can only wonder what is going thorough their minds as
they await the alien who has already shown that he is powerful enough
to do whatever he wants to a superheroine. Neptuna has already
admitted that her first attempt to fight Ward as a team of three
ended with one woman brutally murdered, and another forced to be his
bitch. Does she really believe her other teammates can tip the scales
and help her take her revenge or does she expect to be publicly
humiliated again as her beats and rapes them both in front of a live
television audience? Tell us what you think after seeing what
happened the last time they met..."

The station cut to footage of Neptuna's defeat on the beach.

BALCONY

Unseen by the Ridorians, the night loving transsexual clung to the
ceiling by her suction cups, watching the soldiers lick clean the
skull of the motherdragon, wondering what advantages this room could
offer her.

Damn.

She had never seen anything so despicable as this. What kind of
madman would issue such orders? She grimaced at the scene, and felt
sorrow for the slaves. Many bruises covered their bodies, and
MitKnight could only hope that she would never experience the same.

Her eyes narrowed…her trademark Analyser Vision activating as the
lenses in her mask scanned the room for traps. There were none...at
least, not technology based.

"Magic." she groaned. "Damn it. I hate magic!"

There was only one shot at this. She needed to know where the armoury
was, and only one of those unfortunate souls licking the ship could
help her...with a little persuasion, that is.

Letting go of one of the suction cups, she reached into her Utility
Belt and drew out a few smoke grenades. Arming them, she tossed them
down on the ship. Seconds later, a thick cover of black smoke
engulfed the slaves, sending them panicking and saying prayers with
numbed tongues.

Mitknight released her grip on the cups, plunging freely into the
midst of the artificial cloud. Landing quietly, she grabbed the first
slave that she could see, chloformed the larger woman, and with the
use of her grappling gun, carried her off the ship and into the
hallway.

Ducking into one of the many rooms in Ward's dreary lair, the Shadowy
Sentry quickly tied her up and then slapped her awake.

"Hey." she said, sitting down and crossing her legs, her lengthily
hardened member clearly visible under her skirt. "I need to ask you
some questions...and you will answer, whether you want to or not..."

OK... interesting...

__________________
Its Time to throw out the Trash... and the Spam....

**********************************

The Darkelf ran onto the balcony and looked in dismay at his precious
space craft covered in black soot. Venusian Vixen stumbled close
behind. The Mental Mistress saw the ship and the look of fury on her
master's face and she knew there was no chance for MitKnight now. She
sobbed as she realized that the best she could wish for her friend
was a quick death.

Almost shaking with fury, Ward drew a magical rune in the air with
his finger. From a swirling cloud of blackness, MitKnight
materialized. Before she fully registered what had happened, Ward
had punched the crimefighter in the face. Once again he
telekinetically removed her/his belt while he punched the reeling
transsexual in the right tit. MitKnight staggered, clutching his/her
throbbing breast as her head rung from the first blow. A kick to the
testicles brought her crashing to her knees.

Ward grabbed her short dark hair. He enjoyed the way her soft hair
felt, twisted tightly in his fingers. The transsexual squealed as she
was dragged to the spaceship. He slammed her head onto the dust
covered surface.

"Look at my ship!" he roared and raised a cloud of black dust by
bringing the crimefighter's head up and back down. He lifted
MitKnight, twisting her about to face him, and punched her in the
abdomen. MitKnight almost blacked out as the air was forced from her
lungs. Her guts ached terribly, and she hoped there was no internal
damage.

"Look at the filth you left on my ship!" Ward shouted again as he
lifted her completely off the ground by the hair and slammed the
helpless transsexual down onto her back on the dirty craft.

MitKnight lay still, wheezing in breath and writhing in pain. Ward's
attack had been far too powerful; even with her black Enhancement
Sandals, her body was frail and weak against Ward's strength.

The vicious dark elf stroked her face and then gently fondled her
breasts, snapping open the black bikini top. As his hand trailed
down towards her penis, Ward spat in the transsexual's exhausted face.

"Pathetic creature, you have disappointed me." Ward lowered his face
to the crimefighter's crotch and licked the end of the erect
cock. "Do you know what happens to prey that disappoints me?"

MitKnight was still too breathless to try to answer.

With his lips on the head of her penis, Ward looked her in the eyes
and growled, "You are going to die, he-bitch!"

And with that, he deep throated the giant cock in one swift gulp.

One gentle moan of pleasure escaped her lips as her dick was
swallowed whole… then MitKnight screamed as Ward's lightning attack
scorched her nipples. With nipples still smoking and Ward's saliva
trailing from her cock, MitKnight was thrown over to land at Venusian
Vixen's sandaled feet.

"Clean that up!" he shouted at the dust-covered Ridorians. "I must
leave within ten minutes! I have to rape these girls' friends today."

He turned to the superheroes. "We have only enough time for a
quickie, ladies, so I want you on your back," he pointed at Venusian
Vixen and then MitKnight, "and you get on top and fuck her so I can
mount you from behind."

The grey skinned telepath lay back and opened her legs pointing her
glistening silver-haired pussy at the battered transsexual. "Please,
don't try to resist him! He's too powerful for us. We have to obey
him".

Ward stood over his new prize daring the proud crimefighter to
disobey.

The series of events demonstrated the reason that the Twilight
Transsexual detested magic. As the Union's resident detective, she
often stayed away physically from the powerful adversaries of the
super team, because even with her Enhancement Sandals, she was sorely
underpowered.

Damn Ward and his magic. It was the one advantage he had over her.
But she knew, deep down inside, that he would use it sooner or later.
Why didn't she listen to her instincts? She was very stupid to come
here along to tackle a being that so far had dismantled three of the
most powerful of her superfriends. What was she thinking?

Maybe she was going about it the wrong way. Maybe, if Ward thought he
had won...maybe he would slip.

But then again...

Her slender form was wracked with pain from the Dark Elf's savage
beating and subsequent shock on her shapely breasts. Her cock was as
stiff as ever, protruding out from under her mini-skirt like a
flagpole. Man, that guy can do a great mouth job!

The Venusian Vixen lay before her, waiting to obey her master's
orders. Her hair spread out around her head like a cloud of silver,
while her sculptured muscular legs spread open, inviting any cock
into the realm of her silvery-haired pussy, already glistening with a
little cum. Her feet pointed skyward, her clear sandals glowing in
the light.

Mitknight glanced from the beautiful alien warrior to her dangerous
master and back again. Was he kidding? She/he fuck the Vixen?

Hell, that guy was a telepath after all!

Because MitKnight always wanted to fuck the Venusian Vixen. But, the
idea of Ward assaulting her ass from behind did not go with her
dream. Still, she had to obey him...until she could see how far this
situation would go.

The sadistic alien noticed the looks exchanged between the defeated
heroines. ~How sweet~ he thought, ~the puny transsexual detective is
sweet on my pet telepath. Such a pity. I am in a hurry. ~

He crouched beside them, his cock hardening in black hardened leather
of his pants.

Silently, the Shadowy Sentry pulled her skirt up, and slowly mounted
her alien teammate. A small gasp escaped Jazmon's lips as MitKnight's
hardened shaft entered her nether region. Her hips begin to grind as
she rose into the wave of sexual ecstasy. MitKnight waited patiently
for the Dark Elf to make his move.

However, in her mind, she was already calculating a plan. It was just
a matter of time.

Ward stroked the pretty transsexual's short jet-black hair. "Well if
you're so in love with her; kiss the girl".

The detective gave Ward an angry look, but a grey hand pulled her
masked face down into a passionate kiss. The darkelf caressed
MitKnight's shapely back and bottom and toyed with her cape. "Maybe
this was not so good a choice as a punishment. After all I'm
supposed to be punishing you for messing up my pretty space vehicle."

He started to spank MitKnight in time with her strokes (as she pulled
out she received a painful blow). "That is a heavily enchanted dragon
skull. I kept that mother dragon alive through the entire ritual,
her beautiful cries of agony and terror were deafening."

He positioned himself behind the screwing superheroines, admiring the
ass pumping up and down in front of him as he pulled out his
penis. "Now, if a dragon begged me for death… what the fuck did you
think you were going to do? You pathetic little mortal."

Mitknight groaned at the combined stimulation of Ward's painful
spanking and her cum rising inside the Vixen's wet cunt. She bit her
lip at the Dark Elf's stinging taunts, coolly not letting her pride
overrun her senses. Right now, despite Ward's interference, she was
having a dream come true.

With typical savagery, Ward nailed MitKnight's ass. A medium sized
penis by human standards, his strength, speed, and hardness made it a
terrible weapon for anyone to have shoved up their bottom. On her
back, Jazmon was being fucked just as brutally by the helpless
transsexual pounded from both sides. The Venusian had forgotten what
a savage experience a 'quickie' with Ward could be. Both women
screamed in pain.

The rapist grabbed Venusian Vixen's pale locks and dragged her toward
him. He also took MitKnight's hair in his hand and he pulled their
hair forcing them back onto his jackhammering pole.

"GAHHH..." MitKnight screamed, wincing as the malevolent villain's
dick penetrated her shapely anus. She was practically sobbing, as her
body was caught in the sexual crossfire of the master and his alien
slave. The Vixen felt the blunt of it, as the Twilight Transsexual's
shaft went even harder into her swollen pussy. She cried out in pain,
wanting to tell them to stop.

But, she knew better. Her master would never listen.

With his other hand, her evil master gripped the Venusian Vixen's
shoulder for more leverage to ream the squirming crimefighter trapped
between them like a human condom. The brutal rapist pulled their
heads back, arching the helpless heroines' backs till he was looking
into their screaming tear soaked faces, pressed cheek to cheek.

For the wicked elf it was the most beautiful sight imaginable, so the
quickie ended even sooner than he had expected, as he allowed himself
to foul MitKnight's bowels with his cold semen.

He pulled out fast, throwing MitKnight off Venusian Vixen before she
had recovered from her rape. Ward punched her in the belly.

"You should never have messed with me" he growled as he again grabbed
her hair and bent her around till her face was inches from her huge
penis, glistening with the Venusian's juices. Ward gripped the long
rod and uttered a magical phrase.

MitKnight moaned as a feeling of ultimate satisfaction filled her
entire being. She was brought back to cold reality as she came in
her own face.

The Gender-Crossed Crusader collapsed onto her back, her cumsoaked
head lolling. She watched her utility belt disappear in a magical
shimmer.


<Now having been throughly beaten, raped, and humilated...is this the
end for MitKnight and Jazmon? Will Neptuna avoid being raped a second
time, now that she knows Ward's vicious M.O? And will the Crimson
Conjuress be the only one to maintain her maidenhead? Find out in the
next episode "Humiliation Before All! Neptuna Won't Lose! You don't
want to miss it...only at The Wrath of Ward!>

Thanks. Mitknight is my shemale superheroine, one of a team known as The Union of Heroines fighting against Pomy Smith's Ward in the stories.