One of my sources confirmed that a new, mysteriously unknown supervillain was using an abandoned factory down by the waterfront as his headquarters. Acting on the tip, I slipped into the building unnoticed and quietly made my way down into the subbasement, the fact that the lights were on confirming my suspicions.

Quietly nearing the suspected location of this unknown supervillain’s lair, the tunnel doors slammed shut in front of me as thick clouds of gas sprayed down from hidden overhead vents. As the gas swirled around me, I suddenly felt lightheaded and had trouble breathing. Feeling dizzy, I sank to my knees. The sword dropped from my hand as I slumped down onto my side. As I lost consciousness, my final thought was, “I never imagined it would end like this, a superheroine like me taken down by a simple poison gas boobytrap.”

As I awoke, I first noticed a massive headache, almost like a migraine. The next, the large, jaw-straining ballgag filling my mouth and the fact that I was stretched spread-eagle, my body taut enough that I could feel the tension in my shoulders and hips.

As I slowly became aware of my surroundings, I noticed I was in a brightly lit, glass-enclosed chamber. Blinking to let my eyes adjust to the bright lights, I saw a figure standing just beyond the glass. As my eyes finally managed to focus, I stared in disbelief. It was impossible, I heard he was dead, but there he stood, Tommy ‘Tommy Gun’ Kelly wearing his distinctive skull-painted mask.

“Good evening Scarlet Phantom and welcome to my latest secret lair. The ‘source’ that lured you to my trap was one of my henchmen. When I pull this lever, the chainsaw poised ominously between your thighs will switch on. You’ll die a horrifyingly messy and gruesomely agonizing death as that chainsaw guts you like a fish.”

Seeing the delightful mix of surprise and disbelief in Scarlet Phantom’s eyes, “By now, you should realize the rumors of my demise were false. Ones that I intentionally spread. Ones designed to lure Gothlam’s naive superheroines to their deaths, their heads added to my collection, where yours will soon join them.”

Tommy laughed at the sudden anger in Scarlet Phantom’s eyes, “You should also be aware of that lingering taste in your mouth. That’s right. After we stripped you of your weapons, all ten of my henchmen used your sensuous mouth for their sexual pleasure. When my men felt their orgasm approaching, they forced their cocks deep into your throat, pumping their seed straight into your stomach.”

Smiling evilly behind his mask, “I, on the other hand, decided to cum in your mouth. Even unconscious, you sucked me dry and like the shameless little whore that you are, swallowed every last drop of my seed before I gagged you. Oh, and if you think the gems of the goddess will protect you, I removed your earrings. I’ve heard their ruby red gems are the source of your strength and invulnerability.”

Placing his hand ominously on the chainsaw’s activation handle, “Shall we switch on this chainsaw and find out?”

Tommy laughed as he watched the spinning blade of the chainsaw ripping through the Scarlet Phantom’s guts in a delightfully gruesome explosion of blood and gore. Her body convulsed in agony as the saw did its diabolical work. Within seconds, that blood-spattered chainsaw switched off and retracted back, its fiendishly brutal work complete, cutting through Scarlet Phantom’s torso from the underside of her ribcage to her crotch.

As he smiled in cruel satisfaction, the Scarlet Phantom’s head fell back as she finally lost consciousness and finished bleeding out. Picking up the large bone saw, he raised the glass enclosure and went to cut off the Scarlet Phantom’s head. It had been over a year since he’d murdered his last superheroine, Ice Fire. Since then, he’d hired several new henchmen, one of which did taxidermy as a hobby. The old freezer display case had been retired, replaced with a row of tastefully mounted superheroine heads on his trophy room wall. Scarlet Phantom’s head will make an excellent addition...