CRIMINAL ELEMENT
In the city of Lansburg, crime never sleeps. And one criminal, the Raincoat Robber, is about to meet a shocking interpretation of what "bringing him to justice" means
CRIMINAL ELEMENT
Late night in the city of Lansburg. Each night, high on its rooftops or deep in its darkest recesses, the city's protectors The Yellow Sargeant and Kator Justice battle crime. Crime never sleeps in this city, and deep in the vault of Central Bank, it was in full swing. A grey dragon in a heavy yellow slicker, black rubber fishing boots, a yellow sou' wester and thick black industrial rubber gauntlets. Was he protecting himself against the rain? Only his own reign of terror. The Raincoat Robber was hard at work - in more ways than one. As the raincoated dragon filled a sack with the heighest-denomination bills, the thrill of the job was causing him to get more and more aroused under his villainous outfit. It was more of a turn-on than he could possibly describe, tempting him to stuff his gloved hands into his mac instead and simply start beating himself off. But no, DNA evidence was the last thing he needed to leave behind, and he bit his lip, adjusted the rubber eyemask hiding his identity, rubbed his black-booted feet together compulsively as he listened to the squeak and focused on the task at hand. He knew he ought to stop going naked under his crime wardrobe, but then it added so much to the thrill of crime. He sighed slightly, chastising himself for always making it harder - no pun intended this time - for himself. Even a black raincoat instead of yellow might be a better idea. Well, with the proceeds from his latest heist he'd make sure to buy himself a full new black outfit, perhaps a little herbal relief to smoke in his quiet times as well...
The sound of boots on the hard floor behind him stopped him cold. All the security were out unconscious, he knew that for a fact. Spinning sharply, the dragon was greeted by a well-known sight. "Ah, Kator Justice," he said aloud, looking at the imposing komodo dragon. He was unmistakable - the crisp black suit, the shiny shoes, the peaked cap and the eyemask. Nunchucks held in one hand as he gave the robber a stern expression. Something was definitely off though. He'd seen Kator in action before, when he'd clashed with the duo during another robbery and given them the slip. That suit was much shinier than usual. Could it be...?
"Sorry to rain on your parade, Raincoat Robber, seems you've been caught in the act," the komodo said commandingly as he broke the Robber's train of thought, eyes trained on the criminal
The dragon righted himself, giving him a quizzical expression in reply. "That's an interesting outfit," he asked, ignoring Kator's words. "But where's the Sargeant?"
"This is his night off," the komodo replied, taking a step forwards. The Raincoat Robber glanced at his opponent's footwear, realising this was no chauffeur's polished shoe but unmistakably a gleaming rubber boot hidden under his trousers. "You're just going to have to answer to me tonight"
The Raincoat Robber grinned slyly. He had to admit, his nemesis was very appealing in that outfit, whatever his reasons for wearing it were. But this was no time to let his thoughts be clouded, plenty of time to daydream about that later. He stepped away from the sack of money and took up a fighting stance instead. "One-on-one eh? I'm willing to take those odds. Good thing you're dressed for rain, because you're about to get a storm." With that the dragon dived at the komodo, ready to deliver the first blow
Moments later the Raincoat Robber was wheezing ineffectually on the floor. One thing he liked about the long loose raincoat was that its movement disguised the shape of his body, theoretically making it harder to hit him. Not so for Kator it seemed, the lizard having delivered a quick, effective kung-fu kick to the Robber's crotch. More than pain, the dragon was feeling more than a little humiliated at going down so quickly in the fight. He felt a strong hand grip his wrist, pulling him up with a curt: "on your feet evil-doer"
"Alright, alright..." the dragon croaked, eyes on the floor. He was thinking to himself that at least one more attempt to best the komodo and get away from the crimescene was in order, but oh god, his bruised balls... Kator could sure kick, even in rubber-soled boots! He made no effort to resist as he felt cold metal cuffs clicking into place around his wrists, binding them behind his back. Clearly jail was waiting...
As the Raincoat Robber was turning to the door, ready to be led out, he found himself brutishly interrupted, dragged and bent over a clerk's desk instead. "What the hell?" he cried, startled, "you already cuffed me damn it, I'm not putting up a fight!" Twisting his head uncomfortably to see the komodo over his shoulder, he felt himself turning cold at the wicked smile on Kator's face. This was not the expression he expected to see on the 'good' guy
"You don't need to fight," the komodo said, voice lower and more earthy. The Raincoat Robber trembled slightly as he felt Kator drawing his fingers slowly over his mackintoshed body, from the base of his neck to his tail. "You're going to do something else, evil-doer." The dragon whimpered at the cruel tone seeping into his words, and bit his lip as he felt something firm pressing up against his thigh
"Oh Christ, you're... you're not serious," the dragon panted, getting a laugh and a thrust of the hero's bulging gift against him
"I'm very serious, lawbreaker," came the almost whispered response, Kator leaning close to the dragon's ear now. "Time to atone for your crimes"
"B-but you're the good guy!"
"And you're the bad guy who should expect no mercy," Kator hissed, laughed even, flckering his tongue against his captive. "And your rubbery crimespree *definitely* caught my interest, Raincoat Robber. It made me think about trying out some new things, which is why I wanted to administer justice to you in a much more hands-on way. In a way a crook like you ought to understand"
The Raincoat Robber whimpered as he felt Kator's full weight on him. "Oh Christ, you're going to be so fucked if the Sargeant ever finds out what you're doing," he managed to retort. Kator just laughed, the most wicked laugh yet
"Why do you think he took the night off?"
"He *knows???*"
Kator simply gave a deep, lustful hum in reply. The Raincoat Robber shuddered, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. There was no way of talking or fighting his way out of this now. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked meekly. Again the komodo practically nibbled his ear as he replied
"It can be your mouth or your behind, criminal"
The dragon took a deep breath as he weighed his options. In other circumstances he would've relished the choice, but clearly the komodo didn't have *his* pleasure in mind. From what he could feel, Kator was not small either
"...my mouth"
He felt his hands uncuffed. "If you disobey me wrongdoer, or you try to use your teeth, just remember the damage I can do with my hands"
The dragon wasn't about to argue, knowing full well Justice's skill with martial arts. Humiliated, frightened, readying himself to be raped, the Raincoat Robber shakily sank to his knees in front of the komodo. Rubber-gloved hands squeaked against the tight trousers before clumsily unbuttoning them. He gasped a little as the thick lizard meat was worked free of its owners pants. Kator had to be a good nine inches long, he was sure, and thick to boot. With a nod of submission to his captor, the dragon first stroked the length over with his rubbery fingers, cautiously massaging the komodo's balls once he'd made certain Kator knew he wasn't going to squeeze. His own prick was jumping up again - for all his fear, he couldn't deny the lust he felt too. He felt Kator's strong hands grab his horns, pulling his head forwards
"Time to taste justice, criminal," the komodo announced, the Robber opening his mouth swiftly left his captor punch him in the nose with that massive shaft! A moment later he was almost gagging as Kator roughly shoved his length in as deep as he could, proudly unconcerned for the criminal's wellbeing
"Oh that's it, crook," the komodo mocked as he fucked him, "this is where you belong, on your knees in front of Justice." The dragon had no response, resting his gloved hands on the komodo's buttocks and simply sucking, giving up his service to his opponent. The humiliation, the violation, the rubber raingear on them both only made him even more shamefully aroused. He still couldn't believe that this upholder of justice was doing this to him, that it was Kator of all people whose lizardhood was now sliding lustfully over his tongue, leaving the taste of masculinity and precum with each stroke
"Yes that's it crook," the komodo panted, "keep sucking it like the scum you are. This is what you want isn't it Raincoat Robber? This is what you think about in your sordid little crime den when your hands are wrapped around your prick. You want to taste Justice's hot, thick spunk in your throat, and have it spill all over your face and down your raincoat like the rubbery pervert you are." He growled, picking up speed now as the abused dragon simply whimpered, almost forming tears in his eyes through submission. He felt Kator pushing his head backwards as the komodo grabbed his cock and began stroking himself furiously
"This is it Robber, here's that rain of Justice you've been waiting for! Keep that snout open!"
The abused crook opened as Kator leaned over him, jerking his cock as thick gobs of his cum sprayed the dragon. Now this criminal's debasement was complete as the hot white fluid sprayed his snout, filled his mouth as he gurgled and spattered over the shiny yellow expanse of his body, all whilst the dragon's hands remained meekly at his sides. Fighting back against Justice was a thought long gone from his mind
Hosed down, the Raincoat Robber remained kneeling in a daze, barely thinking about it as Kator offered him a hand up. He simply accepted greatfully, eyes more focused on the spunk still dribbling down his raingear. His attention was snapped back violently as he found himself bent over the table once more, at least able to prop himself up with his hands this time
"But you said my mouth *or* my behind!" he squeaked as he realised what was happening
"I just meant *first*"
The dragon made to protest, only to find his head shoved hard into the desk by the much stronger hero. That was it. Lip trembling, closer to tears than ever even as his cock continued aching with desire, he steadied himself on the desk as he felt Kator lifting his mackintosh up and probing a finger into the crack under his tail. He almost offered the hero his rubber gauntlets for the job
"Spread your legs," Kator instructed simply, and the Robber obeyed. He felt the komodo's scaly digits push a little further inside his arse. "Yes, that's it criminal," the komodo muttered, "you need to be taught just how tireless Justice really is when it comes to putting perverted crooks like you where they belong"
"Oh god, yes, okay, Ah!" the Robber babbled, unable to even consider a fight now, simply wincing in defeat as Kator idly slapped his balls and laughed. He felt the komodo's fingers up his arse again, two and then three, stretching him uncomfortably before he felt them replaced with something thicker still, something twitching with the crimefighter's heartbeat. How could he still be hard as a rock after coating his opponent in jizm like that? He didn't know, he simply knew the komodo was going to put it to good use a second time
"Do you want to beg, crook?" Kator asked, pressing his shaft gently against its target. "Want to beg for mercy?" The Robber swallowed hard, trying to bring life to his dry throat as he croaked a reply
"Oh God, yes Sir, please, please don't, please don't rape me Sir. Let me turn myself in, please don't..."
As he stumbled through his words, part of the Robber's mind realised, to his encroaching horror, that he wasn't just aroused any more. Part of him was telling him, as his prick danced inside his slicker, that he really did deserve this. He was a criminal, and Kator was a bringer of Justice to the likes of him, and oh God he wanted the komodo to rape him, perhaps even kill him. That thought made his blood colder and his dick harder than ever. It made no difference anyway, as Kator chuckled once more
"Justice doesn't make bargains with underworld scum, wrongdoer"
With that the komodo cock was shoved hard into the dragon's arse. The Robber cried out in pain, gloved fingers gripping the far edge of the desk as he sobbed and whimpered and pleaded, all to no use. Behind him Justice laughed and groaned in his own pleasure, that stiff and powerful instrument of punishment ploughing him deeper and deeper with each thrust until the komodo's balls were against his own. The dragon buried his face into the desk, wishing he could see properly behind him, wishing he could see the proud Kator's eyes behind that rubber mask and under that peaked cap, no doubt blazing with pleasure both from fucking the crooked dragon and from knowing he was punishing the wrongdoer for his crimes. He wished he could admire him in that perfect slick and shiny rainsuit he wore to deal out the dragon's just rewards for his crimes
"That's it... that's it you criminal whore," Kator growled, sounding close once more. The Raincoat Robber groaned and nodded frantically
"Yes Sir... I deserve it Sir, punish me Sir..."
More snarling, more laughter, Kator digging his fingers into the dragon's sides to grip him tighter and tighter as he sped up. And the Robber took it gladly, his own dick threatening to erupt at the thought of how he was being used. He wanted it so much, and with a final bestial thrust Kator provided
The Raincoat Robber felt the komodo's whole body slamming onto him, rubber squeaking on rubber as that thick shaft began pumping him full of seed once again. The Robber howled into the desk, his own cock shooting in turn, splattering the inside of his mac and dripping down his thighs with Kator's own cum. He all but passed out from the intensity of it, moaning weakly as he felt that komodo rod pulling free of him slowly and more of the warm, heroic fluid trickling down to his rubber boots
"Justice has been served, Raincoat Robber," Kator announced triumphantly, though sounding a little spent. The Robber shakily lifted himself, turned to face the komodo and flopped down onto his knees in front of him, face presented with the hefty shaft once more. He looked up to face the rubber-clad hero, feeling a sense of connection to him. Two scaled, rainproof and masked males, one of whom had justly made the other his fucktoy. It felt good to the Robber to be servant to this impressive Master at least for the moment, nodding and leaning in to suck the softening cock clean, rubbery fingers lightly caressing it once more as if he might coax a third orgasm from it. Justice prevailed it seemed
There was no further protest as the Robber was handcuffed to the door of the vault. Kator of course preferred not to take him in himself under the circumstances. "Just remember," he said over his shoulder as he walked away, "if you're thinking of continuing your reign of crime, Justice has needs as well"
The Robber nodded, eyes on his boots. A crimespree interrupted by bouts of good, rough, disciplinary sex? The dragon wasn't sure his adversary had thought his scheme through...
* * *
In a darkened alleyway not far from the bank, Kator Justice climbed into the black Buick Sedan that was waiting for him, nodding to the wasp in the long yellow trenchcoat and modified policeman's cap sat in the driver's seat. "Mission accomplished?" the Yellow Sargeant asked
"With flying colours," the komodo replied with a grin. "Our evildoer is presently waiting for the guards to wake up and find him chained to the door. I don't think they'd believe his testimony even if he told them"
The Sargeant nodded and started the engine. "You think he'll learn his lesson?" In the distance the wail of police sirens could be heard. Perhaps the vault guards had awakened already and called them in, or perhaps more crimes were afoot
"No," Kator replied, ignoring the sirens. "Criminal scum like that never change. I'm sure he'll be back to his old tricks as soon as he gets out of jail"
"Good," the Sargeant nodded, "next time is my turn with him. Now let's see what other wrongdoers the night has to offer us"
And with that the heroes drove out into the city streets, relentless as ever in the pursuit of crime
Something of an oddity in the canon (if it may be called such) of Alan Auch plagiarisms, neither directly using Sedric's name nor being written (as far as can be told) by Adam Larch. This first surfaced on a Dutch language FTP server in a file with the scanned pages of the first 107 'Sedrico!' bootleg comics and explicitly borrows that series' other pirate creations, the 'Green Hornet' rip-offs Yellow Sargeant and Kator Justice. At the risk of editorialising, it's a wonder Mr Auch has never filed any lawsuits over his central character, who seems to have been stolen more times than Calvin has urinated on objects
- Gabrous Plenscher, editor, 'The Complete Work And Forgeries Of Alan Auch'