Some treasures are kept in the most unlikely places. Others are hidden in plain sight.
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Pandora was awakened by the sound of someone rummaging around in her room. Thinking it was just her roommate, Vixen, she was about to roll over and go back to sleep when the covers were torn from on top of her and a pair of panties stuffed into her mouth. A second later, she found herself straddled by a shadowy figure.

"Just keep quiet and you won't get hurt," snarled a feminine voice. The woman leaned over and flipped on her bedside lamp. "Where do you keep your valuables, sweetheart?' she demanded, removing the panties, but keeping them close to her mouth, so she could pop them back in should her victim cry out.

Her assailant was dressed all in black and looked to be in about her mid-twenties, same as she was, but it was difficult to be sure because of the cat mask and black stocking cap which hid her upper face. She had intense green eyes, though, that stared cat-like at her from behind the mask.

"What valuables?" Pandora asked fearfully. She was an attractive young lady with large breasts and a fit body. Her blonde hair was currently done in a pony tail and her brown eyes were lit with anxiety. She was wearing nothing but a flimsy lace nightgown and panties.

"Don't play dumb with me, cookie! I know your parents are loaded, so I figure you must be, too." She suddenly drove her fist hard into Pandora's stomach. "Where do you keep them? You got a safe in one of these walls, maybe?"

"My money is in a bank, you idiot! And just look at this place. Does it look like the home of someone rich?" she asked, panting for breath.

The thief looked around her and seemed to notice for the first time that the apartment wasn't decorated in what one could even charitably describe as `classy'. In fact, `cheesy' might be a much better adjective. The basic layout was pink walls with white trim--That is, what she could see of the walls appeared to be pink. They were covered with so many paintings and posters that it was hard to be sure. There was a pile of stuffed animals in one corner and a chest of drawers sitting against a wall. The jewelry scattered across the top of it was the typical cheap gold and silver stuff worn by most young women. Even the television sitting on it looked to be something of an antique; it was clearly not an HDTV.

With a deep sigh, the thief reached up and pulled off the stocking cap, shaking loose a head full of long dark hair. "I knew I should have spent more time casing this place," she mumbled quietly, rocking forward and then sitting back suddenly.

Pandora gasped as the wind was once more forced from her body.

"Still, you must have something of value in this dump," she mused, stuffing the panties back when her victim opened her mouth to protest. She then punched her in the gut and quickly flipped her over while she was struggling to breathe and bound her hands and feet with a pair of short ropes she'd brought along for that very purpose. "If you don't struggle, the ropes won't hurt too much"

Without another word, she climbed off her and headed for the living room.

Pandora was scared, no doubt about that, but she was also angry at the invasion of her privacy and the violation of her home. Not knowing when Vixen was likely to return--She was out on patrol as the super heroine NightFox--she decided that it was up to her to stop this intruder. So, she began to wriggle her arms in an effort to loosen the ropes binding her wrists.

Fortunately, the thief was as lousy at tying knots as she was at choosing targets to rob and Pandora quickly freed herself. Then, hearing the intruder returning to the bedroom, she jumped from the bed and positioned herself next to the doorway, grateful that she wouldn't realize Pandora was loose until she had entered the room since the bed was on the same wall as the door.

"You weren't kidding. I doubt the computer and the stereo are worth the effort, but--Oooommmppphhh!!!!!" She doubled over in pain when Pandora pivoted and kicked her in the belly.

"You're gonna need all your money for a lawyer, sister!" the blonde said, grabbing her foe by the collar and then whipping her around and slamming her back against the wall. She followed that up with a knee to the thief's groin that left her gasping and seeing stars. "And a good doctor!" she added, stepping back and punching her squarely in the jaw.

The thief slid down the wall, moaning and holding her face. "I'm not done with you yet, babe. Not by a long shot!" Pandora said, hauling the other woman to her feet by her hair and driving the point of her knee into her heaving belly. A couple of forearms to the chest and a nasty uppercut to her pussy left the thief gasping and barely able to stand, even with the hold Pandora had on her hair.

"No more! Please! Just let me go!" the intruder sobbed, tears streaming from beneath her cat mask.

"I don't think so, honey!" Pandora laughed, slapping her sharply across the face. "Now, before I really have some fun with you, let's see what's under this thing" She pulled the mask free and revealed the attractive face underneath it. "Aww, you're real pretty. It's a shame to cover up such a cute face. Let's see what the rest of you looks like." She pulled the shirt up and over her head, exposing a nice set of tits encased in a red bra, which she promptly punched. Then, taking hold of the bra by the front, she guided the dazed woman over until she was standing--Well, wobbling, really--in front of the bed and then belted her solidly across the mouth.

The blow tore the bra free and the thief landed face-first on the bed, bouncing several times before coming to a rest.

Pandora tossed the bra aside and then proceeded to remove the woman's shoes and slacks, leaving her with nothing on but a pair of white socks and black panties. "You wanted to know if I had any valuables, right?" she grinned, slipping off her nightgown and underwear, revealing her thatch of blonde pubic hair. "Well, I just remembered I forgot to mention the most valuable thing I possess." She then flipped the thief over onto her back and straddled her, pulling the woman's arms up and over head as she settled comfortably on the tear-streaked face. "This is my box. What do you think of it, bitch?" She wiggled her ass, grinding her sex into the other woman's face, causing the thief beneath her to increase struggling.

"Settle down, babe. It won't hurt as much if you don't struggle," she laughed, twisting around and punching the thief in the tits until she stopped trying to escape. "That's better. Now, just relax and enjoy the ride until my roommate gets home."

Pandora smiled and continued to work her pussy back and forth across the sobbing woman's face, hoping that Vixen wouldn't get back too soon.

As she continued to simultaneously punish the would-be thief and please herself, her hands instinctively moved to her own breasts, massaging them and arousing herself even more. Unfortunately, she got so caught up in her own pleasure that she failed to notice when the woman beneath her worked her arms from beneath Pandora's knees.

That is, until she buried both fists deep into the startled blonde's tummy, not only preventing her from climaxing and knocking the wind from her, but sending her tumbling backwards onto the floor besides.

The dark haired thief quickly stomped her foot down onto her exposed thatch of blonde pubic hair and ground her heel into it, causing Pandora to cry out in pain.

"Aww, did I hurt your precious box, bitch?" she snarled, raising her foot and then stomping down again even harder. "Good. And let me assure you that this is just the beginning. By the time I'm done with it, you won't be opening it for anyone for a very long time."

Despite the intense pain between her legs, when the thief's foot was lifted a second time, Pandora tried to scramble away, only to have the brunette grab her by the ankles and deliver a particularly vicious and powerful kick to her pussy which lifted her entire body off the floor. The thief then flipped her onto her back and dropped her knee onto the ravaged area.

Leaning forward, which forced the point of her knee even deeper into Pandora's sex, she cattily slapped the blonde's tits. "I'm also gonna work these jugs over for the heck of it," she sneered, grabbing them and twisting them painfully.

"No, please, just leave. I won't press charges," Pandora sobbed.

"Press charges?! Honey, when I'm done with you, you won't be able to press a button," she laughed, tagging her on the side of the jaw with her right fist. "And if you even think about pressing charges, when I get out I will come back and waste your prissy ass. Got it?" she snarled, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and lifting her face until their noses practically touched. Pandora nodded fearfully and the thief slammed her head back down onto the floor. "That's a good little slut."

Still keeping her knee pressed painfully against Pandora's pussy, she began to punch the subdued blonde in her belly with hard rights and lefts, each blow bringing a grunt, groan, or gasp from the beaten girl. "Unh! Ongh! Onh! Ungh!"

When the blonde's tanned stomach had turned an ugly shade of red, the dark haired beauty moved to the girl's breasts, pounding them even harder than she had her gut. "You didn't think I'd forgotten about these, did you?" she giggled, driving her fists so deep into the succulent flesh that they sunk in up to her wrists and brought howls of anguish from her victim.

"Aiiieeee!!! Stop it! Stop it! Please, I'm begging you, leave my girls alone!" Pandora wailed.

"Well, since you asked so sweetly...NO!" grinned the thief, continuing her assault. Thud! Thwap! Bap! Smack! Each time she pulled her fist back to hit the other breast, the one she'd just struck wiggled and jiggled like a bowl of black and blue Jell-O until the fist was again driven into it.

Finally, Pandora seemed on the verge of simply passing out from the incredible physical abuse and her body suddenly stopped struggling and her mouth went slack, her pink tongue lolling from between her puffy lips.

"No sleeping, bitch!" the thief scolded, slapping her sharply across the face and bringing her around. "It's time for the finale." She then scooted forward until her curly bush was resting directly atop the groggy girl's mouth. "Bite me and I'll rip your tits off," she warned, reaching behind her and grabbing a tender breast with each hand, using them as handles as she rode the beaten blonde's face to climax.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" cried an unfamiliar voice, startling the dark haired thief just as she was beginning to really enjoy herself.

She turned to see a tall woman with an incredible build standing in the doorway of the bedroom. The newcomer had short, dark hair and intense blue eyes that seemed to be filled with electricity. She was wearing a cut-off T-shirt and panties and she looked royally pissed. "Who the Hell are you?" the thief demanded, jumping to her feet.

"I'm her roomie and your worst nightmare, sister!" she replied, her luscious lips curling into an ugly snarl.

The thief snorted and then rushed forward, fists raised, only to be met with a powerful blow to her gut that not only lifted her off her feet but actually caused her head to hit the ceiling. She fell to her ass, rubbing her head in pain and confusion. "That's some punch you've got, lady," she conceded.

"Be grateful I held back," Erishkigal grinned. "That time." She moved around the dazed thief and knelt beside Pandora, helping her sit up. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just do me a favor and hold that bitch so I can beat the shit out of her before we call the cops," the blonde coughed.

"I don't think so!" cried the thief, scrambling to her feet and racing for the front door.

Unfortunately for her, Eri easily caught her before she could even reach the front room. Grabbing her hair, she yanked the would-be thief off her feet and dragged her back to the bedroom. She then hauled her to her feet and tossed her face-first onto the bed and then quickly dropped on her back and looped her arms beneath the thief's and secured a Full Nelson.

"She's all yours, baby," she grinned, standing her up and turning her to face Pandora.

The blonde grinned evilly and ground her right fist into her left palm. "I am so gonna enjoy this..." she said softly.

"Can't we discuss this like--Oooommmmppppfffff!!!!!!!" she gasped when Pandora stepped into a hard shot to her flat stomach.

The smaller blonde than gave her a knee-lift to her groin and bent her head down and bit her tit hard. She punched, clawed, hit, chewed, beat, and battered every part of the brunette's body with no rhyme or reason and no plan other than to cause her more pain than she had experienced. It wasn't a methodical pounding by any stretch of the imagination--Pandora was so intent on hurting her enemy that several of her blows actually missed, striking her roommate instead; Eri barely felt them and Pandora never realized her mistake--but it was thorough. Brutally thorough.

Holy shit, Eri! That's enough! said Vixen's voice inside the Goddess' head. Stop her before she kills the poor woman!

"She's had enough, Pandora," Eri said. "In fact, she's been unconscious for several minutes. You can stop now."

But Pandora didn't stop. She didn't care. And, if she even heard Eri, she showed no sign of having done so as she continued to beat and kick the woman in the Goddess' grasp.

Eri released the unconscious brunette and grabbed Pandora's flailing fists, holding them tightly, and staring deeply into her green eyes. "She's beaten, Pandora. You've exacted your revenge. Let the anger go," she said softly.

"I-I'm sorry," she panted, collapsing against Eri's powerful body. "I...she tried to...I couldn't let her...I couldn't let it happen...not again. Not again!"

Don't even bother asking me, Eri, Vixen said. I have no idea what she's talking about. I was the one regularly raped by my foster fathers, not her.

"Are you sure?" Eri asked, holding Pandora close and gently stroking her hair.

"Sure? Yeah, I'm sure," Pandora answered, not realizing the Goddess wasn't talking to her. "No one is ever gonna violate me again."

"You're right, Catherine. I swear it," Eri promised, kissing her softly.

Pandora leaned into the kiss, savoring it, and wrapped her arms around Eri until an agonized moan reminded both women that they weren't alone.

She pulled back and gasped when she saw how battered the brunette was. She had the puffiness which denoted that her eyes would soon be black, and, in fact, the right one had already swollen shut. Her breasts were criss-crossed with both claw marks from her nail and bite marks from her teeth and her heaving stomach was a deep, crimson red in color and quivered with pain.

"Did...did I do that?!" she stammered. Erishkigal nodded. "Oh my...I didn't mean...is she all right?"

"It looks worse than it is," Eri assured her. "She'll be fine in a couple of days. But, I still think it would be a good idea to tie her up until you and Vixen call the police. Just in case."

"Vixen? She won't take control until morning..." Pandora said as they bound the unconscious thief's hands and feet with her own bra and panties. "And that's hours from now."

"I know," grinned Eri, picking Pandora up and carrying her to Vixen's room and laying her gently on the bed.