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Chapter
2
Humiliation of a Kryptonian
Kara swung in a slow
circle. Her shoulders and arms
ached from the strain of supporting her 135
pounds. She had no idea how long
she had been suspended in the painful position nor any idea where she
was. The blindfold covering her
eyes prevented her from seeing anything.
Nor could she call out. Her
mouth was very effectively gagged by what felt like a rubber
ball. And almost worst of all,
she could tell from the play of air upon her body that she was almost totally
naked. There was one thing even
more frightening than her circumstances, however, and it left her absolutely
terrified.
Her superpowers were
gone.
She had never experienced such a feeling of
complete helplessness. Her X-ray
vision, her super strength, and her invulnerability were
gone. She could determine the
latter from the pain generated by the coarse fibres of the ropes cutting
into her flesh. It was a strange
and frightening sensation. She
had never felt pain before. She
was certain of one thing though and that was that she did not like
it.
She wondered how long she had been hanging
wherever she was. She was beginning
to pant with the pain and beads of sweat covered her
body. She felt her body cool
as the moisture evaporated as it oozed from her
pores. How had she gotten herself
into such a predicament? Her
memories of what had happened were very
hazy. The last thing she could
remember was
.
Kara, Sylvie asked, in her French
accented English, why dont you come vit
me? You spend all your time in
zis little apartment. It cant
be much of a life. And you really
are quite good looking you know.
Kara smiled at her
friend. She knew Sylvie from
her classes at
Alright, she
said, Ill come with
you. Where did you plan on
going?
Zee Raging Duck, Sylvie
replied. Its zee
hottest joint in town. Cool name
too, no?
Uh, yes, smiled Kara,
unenthusiastically. A cool
name. Ill bet its
lots of fun.
Sylvie
laughed. You
come. Youll
see. Well both have a good
time. Perhaps meet some cute
boys.
Kara grinned her
reply. She still did not have
a boyfriend. At eighteen she
was still a virgin and likely to remain
so. She shuddered as she thought
of what might happen if she ever had an orgasm with a Terran
male. The convulsions of her
vagina would probably crush his penis like a sausage squeezed out of its
casing.
Ill get ready, she said,
dismissing the ugly thought. One
day she would find a lover. It
was inconceivable that she could go her entire life without meeting someone
who could match her physically. At
least she certainly hoped not.
She dressed
simply. Jeans and a T-shirt would
do. The Raging Duck wasnt
really all that formal. She looked
at herself in the mirror. The
T-shirt clung to her body emphasizing her large and amazingly firm breasts
and her tiny waist. She let a
little bit of her tummy show. Just
enough to display her navel. She
understood that some men found that incredibly
attractive. She pushed her jeans
a little lower on her flaring hips.
That was nice, it emphasized the slight roundedness of her abdomen
and the flat musculature of her stomach.
She wondered if she should take off her black
plastic glasses and decided against it.
She didnt need them. But they served to disguise her
somewhat. Along with the brown
contact lenses she wore and her pony tail hairstyle they were her only real
efforts at disguising her superheroine
identity. It was amazing what
a difference such small changes could
make. As far as she knew no one
connected her with the caped and costumed heroine who patrolled the skies
over the city.
Stepping out of the bathroom she joined
Sylvie. Oh, Kara,
the dark-haired girl said. I
thought you would get rid of zose glasses and let your hair
down. You look like a
nerd.
I like my hair this way, said
Kara, and I need my glasses to
see.
One day I give you a makeover,
said Sylvie. But I guess
you will have to come as you are.
You have a nice figure anyway.
Thanks mom, Kara
smiled. Shall we go
now?
The Raging Duck was dark, noisy, and
crowded. It was not exactly the
sort of place that Kara felt comfortable
in. But she tried to get into
the spirit of things, joining in with the others in a frenzy of
dancing. When she submerged herself
in the beat of the music she found that it had an almost hypnotic effect
on her. But she did not entirely
lose herself. Sylvie got quite
a bit more into it than she did.
But Sylvie was drinking and that helped enhance the power of the pounding
rhythms.
Kara drank
too. But alcohol was wasted on
her. It had absolutely no effect
on her alien body. She noticed
that a number of the dancers were consuming more than just
alcohol. Popping pills was something
of which she did not approve and she tried to keep an eye out for the pushers
who were dispensing to the gyrating dancers, but in the darkness and general
chaos it was hard to pick them out.
She could, of course, have resorted to using
her X-ray vision, but she did not like subjecting a room full of people to
that sort of intense radiation and so she held
off. After all, she was there
to have a good time. She
couldnt always be chasing
criminals.
Isnt zis fantastic? shrieked
Sylvie during a relative lull in the storm of
noise. Arent you
glad you came?
Kara nodded and helped her friend over to
a table. Sylvie, not too
surprisingly, seemed a little unsteady.
Kara decided to stay with her just in case she had consumed one too
many hard lemonades.
Can I get you ladies something to
drink? Kara looked up to
see a tall, powerfully built man standing over
them. There was something vaguely
familiar about him, but she couldnt quite place it.
Perhaps you would like
something non-alcoholic. It looks
as if your friend might need something to sober her
up.
Thanks, said
Kara. That would be
nice. Some coffee
perhaps.
The man returned a few minutes later, carrying
two steaming Styrofoam cups of coffee.
Best I could do, he
apologized. They were all
out of china.
Thanks, Kara
smiled. I think Sylvie
needs this.
The man returned her
smile. Im Kink,
he said. I own this
place. I dont like to see
people drinking too much. Nothing
like overdoing it to spoil a good time.
Kara thought the mans name a little
strange, but she was more concerned about what was going on around her than
what he called himself. What
about the drugs? she asked,
sipping at her
coffee. There seem to be
quite a few people using them.
Drugs? asked
Kink. I dont know
anything abut drugs. Theyre
not legal. I certainly dont
allow them in here.
Kara took another
sip. But surely you must
have noticed. Half the people
in here are blasted.
Youre sure of that? Kink
asked, pulling out a chair and sat across from
her. Ive got everything
on camera. If there were drugs
being traded here I would spot it.
Of course Im sure, Kara
said. She suddenly felt
cold. Something wasnt
right. Excuse me,
she said. I dont
feel well. She tried to
get to her feet. The room seemed
to whirl about her.
Easy, said
Kink. Let me help
you. He reached toward
her. Karas vision blurred
and then everything went black.
Everything was still
black. But at least she could
remember what had happened to her.
There must have been something in that
coffee. But
what? She was immune to every
poison and drug on Earth. She
tried to swallow. Her mouth was
very dry and her throat was parched.
Who had done this to her and why?
Could it have been Kink? He
had brought the coffee. And
Sylvie. What had happened to
Sylvie?
She twisted her body, trying to reach the
floor. Wherever the floor
was. She supposed it was not
too far below her. Her body swung
in another circle. Her shoulders
and arms were burning with agony now and in spite of the gentle flow of air
over her naked body perspiration was now dripping from her body in
rivulets. In spite of herself
she allowed a low muffled moan to escape from her
throat.
Whats the matter,
heroine? Not used to
pain? Well you better get used
to it. Theres going to
be a lot more.
Kara started at the sound of the mans
voice. She had heard it somewhere
before. Then she
remembered. It had been screaming
insults at her from the rafters of the warehouse where she had apprehended
the drug traffickers. It was
Dirkson!
Something must have registered in her face
because Dirkson commented on her
confusion. Surprised
heroine? Cost a bundle to get
me out on bail. But dont
worry, Ive got good lawyers.
Ill beat the rap. In
the meantime you and me are gonna have a little
fun.
Mmmpphh!
Kara almost wet herself
as a hand cupped her mound of Venus.
She still had her panties on, but the sensation terrified
her. Jerking her body violently
she kicked out at the man who was touching her.
Oh, youre getting obstreperous,
said Dirkson. We cant
have that.
Kara kicked wildly as she felt each of her
ankles being seized. Evidently
there was more than one man present to witness her
humiliation. Despite her efforts,
each of her ankles was secured and then tied to something so that her legs
were spread and she could no longer kick.
Then the exploration of her body continued.
Dirkson ran his hand over the velvet smoothness
of her perfectly contoured hip, creating an instant response from the suspended
heroine.
Mmmpph!
she
protested. No man had ever touched
her before. Not only was she
a virgin, she was also completely inexperienced with members of the opposite
sex in even the most casual sense.
She tried to kick out, but the ropes about her ankles left her spread
and helpless.
You like that,
honey? Then how abut
this?
Mmmpphh!
Karas body jerked as
she tried to shift away from his probing
touch. He had slipped his hand
under the elastic of her panties and slid one of his fingers between her
labia majora.
Mmmmpphh!
The next few seconds were
mortifying as Dirkson thrust his finger into her love
canal. She wrenched hr body so
violently that the coarse ropes binding her wrists and ankles cut into her
flesh, scraping away the skin.
A virgin, Dirkson
exclaimed. I might have
guessed. What else would a
superheroine be? Well this is
going to be even more fun than I thought.
Kara was utterly
mortified. She had never expected
that her superheroine career would lead to such acute
embarrassment. Actually her shame
went beyond embarrassment. She
felt completely degraded. She
was strung up like a slab of meat and being used as a plaything by a villain
she despised. Her situation could
not have been more humiliating. Or
so she thought. A few minutes
later she had cause to change her mind.
Other fingers joined
Dirksons. She did a lot
more
mmmppphhing
after that as several pairs of hands fondled her
body. There were fingers everywhere,
touching every imaginable part of her.
Through it all she protested in the most vehement manner possible
under the circumstances, but her muffled cries seemed to spur on the men
who were molesting her. She twisted
her body, trying desperately to avoid the probing, fondling
fingers. That cost her more skin
and tore painfully at her shoulders and arms, sending lightning jabs of pain
through her body. Soon the area
around her was splattered with the sweat that poured off her tormented
body.
You like that, superheroine? Dirkson
taunted. You getting wet
yet, or are you too pure for that?
Kara hung
limply. Her futile struggles
had exhausted her, and her inability to speak made any attempted response
useless.
Youre suddenly very quiet
heroine, said Dirkson.
Perhaps Ill take off the gag and blindfold so you can
talk and see whats going on.
Kara gasped in relief as the confining gag
was removed. Her mouth was so
dry that her tongue was swollen, and her throat was hoarse from grunting
in protest. When the blindfold
was removed she was almost blinded.
After so many hours in the dark it took her eyes a few seconds to
adjust, but when they did they went wide with
horror. Almost immediately she
turned pale and then bright red as she saw what was around
her.
More than a dozen thugs were standing in a
circle about her; most of them with sardonic grins on their
faces. Acutely embarrassed and
almost trembling with fear, she managed to stammer out a question; actually
two questions. Why
have you done
this? What do you want with
me?
Cant you guess
bitch? This is a little bit of
payback. Youve caused me
no end of trouble.
I dont know what youre talking
about, Kara groaned. I
dont even know you.
The hell you
dont. You busted up my
biggest score of the year when you picked off that heroin shipment and got
me in trouble with the boss. You
owe me big for that, and I intend to collect.
I dont understand, Kara
said. Im just a student,
not a superheroine. Please let
me down, Im in terrible pain.
Im a criminal, not a moron,
replied Dirkson. Just a
student my ass. You must think
Im a fool. Ill never
forget that body. Ive never
seen anything like it. Youre
one of a kind, babe.
And Im not a fool either,
said a voice from behind her. The
voice was vaguely familiar and Kara twisted her body trying to see who it
was. A few seconds later the
speaker sauntered into sight. It
was the man who had introduced himself to her in the Raging
Duck.
I spotted you the moment you came through
the door of the club, the man said.
You ever hear of face recognition
technology? I have it installed
on cameras by the entrance. Your
picture has been in the paper enough times the last few months that I was
able to download it into the computer.
You should have seen the lights come on when you came through the
door.
You must be mistaken, Kara
protested. Im no
superheroine.
Not any more youre
not. Ive seen to
that. But I know who you are
alright. I gave you enough
Rohypnol to put a dozen women under and it had
absolutely no effect on you. Took
out your friend pretty good though.
You brute, cried
Kara. What have you done
to Sylvie?
Dont worry, youll get to see your friend soon
enough. Ive got something
special planned concerning her.
Dont hurt her, Kara
said. You do and youll
regret it.
And how is that supposed to happen? The man
said. Seems to me youre
pretty helpless. And didnt
you just tell me youre not a superheroine?
Im not, Kara
said. Do you think a
superheroine could be captured so easily?
As a matter of fact I
do. After the Rohypnol failed
to work I was sure I was on to something so I tried something
else. Something very
expensive. You got any idea what
a few grams of kryptonite costs? It
makes cocaine look like sugar.
Its going to take me several drug shipments to get that money
back. But now that youre
not around I guess the drugs will get through wont
they? So maybe its a good
investment.
Kryptonite? said Kara, feigning
ignorance. I dont
know what youre talking about.
Powdered kryptonite
actually. I put it in your coffee
along with some sleeping pills. The
combination seems to have worked because here you
are. So dont give me any
more crap about not being a superheroine.
Besides, I found your costume in your
purse.
Kara knew she was trapped.
Her secret identity had been penetrated and now she was the helpless
prisoner of one of New Gothams most dangerous
criminals. She knew who he was
now. He was George Kink
Kennedy, the older brother of the thug she had apprehended on her first
patrol. Younger brother Mike
was now awaiting trial in the New Gotham
jail.
What are you going to do to me? she
asked. A cold chill ran through
her guts. For the first time
in her life she felt fear. She
was completely at the mercy of one of the most dangerous and ruthless of
criminals.
First, Im going to let you watch a little
show. Then Im going to
give you the beating of your life.
And finally me and the boys are going to fuck your ass until you
cant stand up.
The fear in Kara
intensified. The horror if her
situation was now abundantly clear.
Somehow she had to find a way to escape, but how could she with her
superpowers stripped from her by the deadly power of
kryptonite?
Kyrptonite.
Her cousin had warned her about the noxious
substance. In sufficient quantities
the strange glowing green element could be fatal to a
Kryptonian. Fortunately it was
so incredibly rare that she had never before encountered
it. But now somehow, Kink had
managed to get his hands on some.
It had rendered her completely
helpless. As her fear mounted
she tried to talk her way out of her
predicament.
Please, she said, dont
do this. Youve made
a mistake. Im not a
superheroine. I have no special
powers.
Youre lying, bitch, spoke
a second voice; one that seemed vaguely
familiar. I saw you in
the warehouse and Ill never forget that face or that
body.
Kara finally gave up denying what she
was. The voice was that of the
man she had helped put in jail, Mike
Kennedy. What are you doing
here? she asked. You
should be in jail.
Good lawyers and a little bit of cash
courtesy of big brother here. With
luck my lawyers will delay the trial for months or even
years. In the meantime Im
really going to enjoy paying you
back.
Kara tried to control her frightened
breathing. Her sense of helplessness
intensified. Robbed of her powers,
painfully suspended by her wrists, and almost completely naked in a room
full of criminals she was close to begging for
mercy. But her superheroine pride
would not let her do it.
Time to get on with the show, bitch,
said Kinks voice again.
Im hoping you enjoy it as much as I am going
to. He walked over to the
side of the room. Kara noticed
that there were a row of windows covered by Venetian blinds on that
wall. Kink raised the blinds
and Kara cried out in dismay. On
the other side of the glass was Sylvie.
The dark-haired French Canadian girl was being held by two men so
that she was facing directly toward Kara, but it was obvious that she did
not see the blonde superheroine who hung so helplessly from the
ceiling.
One way glass, thought
Kara. She turned her head toward
Kink. Why are you showing
me this? What are you going to
do to her?
Watch and see,
bitch. As I promised, first you
get to see a little show. Take
it as a lesson in what happens to the friends of those who go up against
me.
No you cant, Kara
said. She didnt do
anything. Shes just an
innocent girl.
Shell be a lot less innocent when
I get through with her. I hope
you enjoy her screams.
No!
screamed Kara. Please
dont. She doesnt
know anything about me. Shes
just a girl I go to classes with.
How
touching. Now shes going
to get a lesson in anatomy.
Kink walked over to the window and rapped on the
glass. Immediately the two men
holding Sylvie picked her up and three her face up across a wooden
table. As the girls clothes
were ripped from her body she screamed in
terror.
Oh please dont, begged
Kara. Punish me, but let
her go.
Very noble, laughed
Kink. But dont
worry. We will punish you, and
more than you can ever imagine.
Then he turned and left the room.
Sylvie shrieked horribly as she was
spread. She had no idea where
she was or who the men were who were brutalizing
her. Her last coherent memory
before waking up in a small room was dancing in the Raging
Duck. Since that time she had
lived in terror awaiting her fate in absolute
dread. The moment she had feared
finally came. The door was opened
and she was dragged from the room by two powerfully built
men. Who are you?
she quavered. What do you
want of me?
The men holding her
laughed. A piece of your
tight cunt would be nice, cutie, on of them
answered. He laughed again and
the other man joined in.
Let me go, Sylvie
pleaded. Ive done
nothing to you. You cant
treat me like this.
Both men laughed
again. They hauled her into a
room that was bare except for a wooden
table. One side of the room was
lined with mirrors. Holding her
between them they turned her toward the
mirrors. What do you want
me to do? she asked confused.
There seemed no logical reason for their action.
Smile, twat, one of the men
said. Youre on
display.
I dont understand, said
Sylvie. What are you talking
about?
The two thugs did not answer; instead they
held her in place for a short while.
Then there was a sharp rapping sound from the other side of the
mirrors. Alright, honey,
one of the men said. Time
to get you ready. Hauling
her backward across the room they threw her onto her back on the
table.
No, Sylvie
screamed. Please
no. The men ignored
her. While one man held onto
her wrists the other man forced her legs apart and moved between
them. Sylvie screamed in complete
terror. And then to her surprise
the men just held her. Almost
numb with fear she lay there, expecting at every moment to be
raped.
Kink Kennedy opened the door to the room where
the French-Canadian girl was being held.
He was looking forward to this.
The girl was a real looker.
Not quite as spectacular as the superheroine, but definitely worth
a fuck. He entered the room and
took in his victim.
She was dressed in a tight-fitting pair of
black slacks and a diaphanous blouse that did very little to hide the beautiful
body beneath it. She had long
dark hair, dark eyes, and a very kissable
mouth. Moving across the room,
he motioned to the man holding her legs to step aside.
You, the girl
said. The man at the
club. She had recognized
him. That was too
bad. It meant she could not be
allowed to live. Of course, he
could always keep her. She would
provide useful entertainment for his men.
Stop, the girl said as he placed
his hands over her soft breasts.
They were small, but perfectly
formed. She hardly needed the
black bra that covered them.
Please stop, the girl
repeated. Dont do
zis to me.
Kink found her accent very
sexy. He had always liked foreign
women, especially those who were beautiful as this one
was. Whats the matter
beautiful? Dont tell me
youre a virgin like your friend.
My friend? The girl
asked. Youve got
Kara? What have you done to
her? Please dont hurt her
she knows nothing about men.
Funny how these women always seemed to be
more worried abut each other than they were about their
friends. It must be a characteristic
of those who were heroines or friends of
heroines. But the girl had not
answered his question. A
bit shy are we? he
said. Then he began to unbutton
her blouse.
No!
the girl
shrieked. She bucked her body
like a mule trying to free herself from the men who held her, but they were
expecting the reaction. Grinning
they held her tight.
One by one Kink flicked open each button,
spreading her blouse as he did so and revealing the girls heaving
breasts. As Kink had noted they
were small, but perfect. Her
bra was front closing and he snapped open the
clasp. The girls dark-nippled
breasts fell free. The removal
of the bra hardly changed their shape and Kink bent his head to nibble at
them.
No!
No! No! the girl protested
as Kink sucked first one nipple then the
other. He took his
time. He wanted the superheroine
in the next room to have a good show.
Finally satisfied, he shifted his attention to her tight fitting
slacks. The girls feet
were bare. She had kicked off
her stylish high-heeled shoes in her struggles and it was fairly easy for
Kink to ease her slacks down her long beautiful legs and toss them on the
floor. All the while the girl
kept up her protests, battling desperately to escape her
captors.
But the slender girl had no chance against
the three men who held her. She
lay helpless on the tabletop, the ruthless crime boss positioned between
her beautifully rounded thighs, and clad only in her panties and a pair of
nylon stocking and garter belt.
Kink made short work of these filmy garments, peeling off each stocking
and simply snapping the elastic that held on the thin
panties.
By now the girl was sobbing in fear, too terrified
to raise a coherent objection.
Slowly, more for the benefit of the watching heroine than his victim,
Kink unbuckled his belt and dropped his
pants. He was sporting a formidable
erection, and the girl screamed in appropriate recognition of his
weapon. Kink lubricated his phallus
with a small tube of petroleum jelly.
And then as the girl cried out he entered her.
He took his time in this as
well. The dark-haired French-Canadian
was very tight and her love canal was completely
dry. He gave the lubricant a
little time to work. He found
to his disappointment that she was not a
virgin. It would have been fun
to be the one who deflowered her.
Naughty girl, he said.
Youve done this
before.
The girl managed to stop screaming long enough
to plead with him one more time.
Please stop.
Youre hurting me. Just
let me go. I wont tell
anybody.
In answer Kink thrust hard into
her. Her response was most
rewarding.
Aaagghh! she screamed.
Then she broke down into hopeless
sobbing.
Kink enjoyed himself for the next half hour,
before finally reach orgasm. Then
he turned the girl over to his henchmen.
Enjoy yourselves boys.
Ive got a heroine to attend to.
The two thugs were happy to
comply. Even before Kink was
out of the room one of them was pounding vigorously into the weeping
girl. He gave her one last look,
enjoying the sight of the girls small dark-nippled breasts quivering
as she was impaled by the first of the two men to take
her. Kink closed the
door. Now to get back to the
heroine.
Kara burst into tears as her friend was
ravaged. The rape seemed to last
forever as first Kink then the next man took the screaming
girl. Karas magnificent
bosom heaved with emotion. She
had been captured by monsters.
Never had she imagined that her efforts to fight crime might lead
to the brutal rape of her best friend.
Shocked and dismayed she could hardly believe what she was
witnessing.
Enjoy that, bitch? asked Kink,
as he returned to the room.
Just keep in mind that its entirely your
fault. And you know whats
worse; were gonna do the same thing to her
tomorrow. In the meantime its
your turn.
Kara sobbed
openly. It
was all her
fault. She had allowed herself
and her friend to be captured and as a result Sylvie had been subject to
a brutal and degrading ordeal.
Nothing they could have done could have hurt her
more.
Forget the French
twat. Its time to start
worrying about yourself. Kink
was idly swinging a three foot length of heavy electrical
cable. As I promised,
he continued. First the
show, and then the beating.
Lets see just how tough you are without your super
powers. He moved off to
one side of Kara so that he could bring the cable directly across her smooth
back.
Anything else to say before we start?
Kink asked, swishing the strap through the air.
Please, said Kara through her
tears, beat me, but let Sylvie go.
Ill do anything you want, but please dont punish her because
of me.
You know, Kink said, nothing
you could have said would make me more likely to punish your
friend. Later I think Ill
fuck her again myself. But right
now Ive got something else to do.
Kara hung her
head. How could she have allowed
this to happen? Sylvies
torment was going to continue, and it was all because of her
weakness. Then her mind was taken
off her friend as the one inch cable touched her for the first
time.
Aaahhh!
Kara could not help
herself. The pain was
excruciating. She was certain
that all of the skin must have been torn off her
back. Never having experienced
pain before her senses were suddenly overwhelmed by the unbelievable
agony.
Dont worry, bitch, Kink
sneered. I wont rip
you up too bad this time. I want
you reasonably healthy for what is going to happen to you
later. He swung the cable
again, striking her back with a sharp
crack!
Aaghhh!
Kara responded
loudly. Kink had hit her so hard
that the breath was driven from her lungs and her entire body shook from
the impact. Before she could
recover from the blow he hit her again and then
again.
In all he gave her two dozen
strokes. The pain was so great
that Kara almost fainted and it was probably this that prompted Kink to
stop. He wanted her awake for
what he was going to do to her next.
First, however, he inspected her
injuries.
What do you think? he said to
his brother.
She bruised, but not as much as she
should be. I think shes
healing, replied Mike.
And that means the kryptonite is probably wearing
off. How long has it been since
you dosed her?
Kara felt a surge of
hope. If only she could break
free of the insidious power of the
kryptonite! She attempted to
move her arms and legs. To her
dismay the ropes still held, but she felt stronger and the pain of the beating
seemed to be fading with abnormal speed.
We better deal with her fast or were
gonna have an angry superheroine on our hands, Mike
said. And Ive seen
what she can do.
Cut her
down! Cut her down fast!
yelled Kink.
Several men rushed to do his
bidding. Kara felt the ropes
holding her wrist part and then she landed in a heap on the
floor. She was still suffering
too badly from the beating to do anything but lie
there. Then she felt her strength
returning. Slowly she got to
her hands and knees, her ankles still tied by ropes to two eyebolts in the
floor. At that point several
men grabbed hold of her.
Karra fought back, but she was still far too
weak. One man grabbed each of
her arms and the other two held her legs.
As she struggled to escape they turned her on her back and then Kink
sat on top of her, using his weight to pin her to the
floor.
Open wide super babe, he
said. Kara clamped her jaws,
but Mike shoved a funnel between her lips and rammed it past her
teeth.
Mmmppph!
She tried to scream but the
funnel filled her mouth.
How much do we give her? asked
Mike.
Im not
sure. This stuff cost me $20,000
a gram. I gave her two grams
last time, but I diluted it 100 to one in coffee.
Lets try the same
then. Swallow super
babe. He upended a small
vial into the funnel.
Kara tried not to swallow, but the funnel
was right against the back of her throat.
The greenish fluid dripped down her throat in spite of her best
efforts. A strange lassitude
came over her as the kryptonite took
effect. She could feel the strength
draining out of her body.
Thats it baby, relax, said
Kink. You wouldnt
want to miss the fun now would you?
We got her now, said
Mike. Where should we take
her?
Put her on the table, Kink said,
pointing to a four by six foot metal
table.
No, Kara protested
weakly. She knew what was going
to happen to her on that table. But
the strength of the four men was far beyond her weakened state to
resist.
No!
NO! she screamed louder
as the first effects of the kryptonite wore
off. She struggled desperately
in the arms of the men who held her.
Come on babe, said
Kink. This is the best
part. This is where we make you
into a woman.
NO!
NO! NO! Kara
shrieked. The four men slammed
her face up on the table. Mike
held her wrists and two of the men pulled her legs
apart. She was still wearing
her scrimpy panties but she knew that they wouldnt last
long.
Kink moved between her
thighs. He stared down at the
helpless heroine spread wide on the tabletop for his
benefit. She was magnificent
almost beyond belief. His brother
was right. She was
unforgettable.
Her face was near perfection, perfectly
symmetrical with high cheekbones beautifully arched golden eyebrows and the
most startling blue eyes her had ever
seen. Her nose was straight and
slightly upturned above a pair of very kissable lips.
His eyes traveled down to her
body. Her breasts were large,
high and beautifully proportioned.
Upturned pink nipples begged to be
sucked. Slowly he closed his
hands over the tempting hemispheres.
Dont, Kara
groaned. Please
dont.
Youve got to be kidding,
Kink replied. He closed his hands,
squeezing the soft flesh between his
fingers.
Kara moaned and struggled to escape, but the
three men holding her limbs held her
tight. She could only lie helpless
as Kink continued to fondle her body.
Kink twisted her nipples, his mouth twisted
in a cruel smile as the heroine sucked in her
breath. Then he ran his hands
over her breasts again sweeping them down her heaving ribcage and over her
flat hard belly. He paused with
his fingers on the waistband of her panties then gripping them in both hands,
pulled them over her hips and down her legs, revealing the golden thatch
that covered her mound of Venus.
Please stop, Kara
begged. Please dont
do this. She knew her protests
were useless, but she was in abject fear and she could think of no way out
of the dreadful situation.
Ill stop when Ive fucked
you until you cant walk, sneered
Kink. Then he spread her legs
again and inserted his finger between the lips of her
vulva.
Kink grinned as the humiliated superheroine
involuntarily responded to his probing.
He already knew that she was a virgin, having already checked that
out, but he delighted in the shame and embarrassment he was causing
her. How humiliating it must
have been to be so powerful and brought so
low.
She was very
tight. It would be a real battle
to get all of his staff into her, but it was a battle he was going to
win. And it was a battle he was
most certainly going to enjoy. He
withdrew his finger and unbuckled his belt.
Karas body bucked in one last desperate
effort to prevent the inevitable.
To be held down and raped was beyond any horror she had imagined might
happen to her. Even worse, she
knew that Kinks reason for carrying out such a vicious act was only
partly sexual. He intended to
punish her in the most brutal and humiliating way that he could devise, and
rape was his way of doing that as well as an assertion of his dominance over
her. She thrashed wildly, droplets
of sweat flying from her body, but there was no escaping the grip of the
three men that held her. Then
Kink unzipped his fly and dropped his pants and
shorts. His massive rod stood
proudly erect, waiting to perform its
duty.
Oh,
please no, Kara begged
one last time. Then she screamed
as Kink leaned forward and parted her vulva with the tip of his
penis.
It hurt more than she had imagined it
would. Kink had not bothered
to use any lubricant this time and his phallus ripped her open, tearing the
delicate tissues of her vagina. He
drove into her brutally tearing through her hymen and penetrating to her
cervix. It was quite a struggle,
Karas tight vagina resisted penetration every millimetre of the
way. She writhed in agony and
screamed like a child as he drove into
her. Then, penetrating her to
the hilt, he withdrew, and while Kara bled from her brutal deflowering, he
applied lubricant to his swollen member.
Hope you enjoyed that, babe, he
said as he stood over the trembling sobbing heroine once
more. I know I
did. But Im just getting
started, so theres plenty more to
come. He bent forward and
kissed the tips of her breasts and then bit down hard on each of her
nipples. Karas gasp of
pain rewarded him. Then he entered
her again. This time the penetration
was much easier, but no less painful.
The brief respite had given the ravaged tissues of Karas love
canal time to swell and the pain was exquisite.
Aaaaggghhh!
Kara
shrieked.
Stop!
Stop! STOP!
Kink merely quickened his pace, determined
to carry out his promise of fucking her so hard that she wouldnt be
able to walk. He was thoroughly
into his mission. He had never
been so hard or so excited. He
was fucking a superheroine and the exhilaration gave him power and endurance
beyond the ordinary. For a full
hour and a half he ravished her, ignoring her screams and pleas for
mercy. Finally, he climaxed,
delivering a full load into her womb.
Kara lay
exhausted. She had been thoroughly
brutalized, but her ordeal was just
beginning. As Kink staggered
away from her, Mike took his place.
Kara burst into tears.
Please, no more, she
pleaded. Youve shamed
and beaten me. I cant take
any more.
Not so tough now are you, super
bitch? Mike laughed.
Remember how you tossed me across the
warehouse. Well now its
payback time. Without bothering
to lubricate his throbbing manhood he drove into
her.
Kara thought that nothing could hurt as much
as what Kink had done to her.
But Mike was even better endowed
than his older brother and just as
brutal. He hammered her with
a vicious determination that had her screaming in
pain.
Stop!
she begged.
Please
stop! Youre hurting
me!
Thats the whole idea,
heroine. Better get used to
it. Weve hardly
started. Kara broke down,
her screams turning to loud sobs as Mike ravaged
her. Like his older brother,
his sexual stamina was impressive and he kept her writhing for a good hour
before he finally spurted into her.
Breathing heavily Mike motioned to the two
men who had helped hold the beaten
heroine. Your turn
boys. Have
fun.
The two men
grinned. It was quite obvious
that Mikes instructions were hardly
needed. This time Kara did not
even protest as the first of her new lovers took her; she was
far too exhausted. But she did
scream. And she kept on screaming
as the other man took her. But
she had no energy left to protest what happened to her
next.
As the last of the four men climbed off her,
Kink hauled her to her feet. But
as he had promised she was not able to
walk. At the first step she
experienced such pain that her legs buckled and she immediately
fell. Only Kinks arm on
hers kept her from hitting the floor.
Told you that you wouldnt be able to walk, bitch, but
dont worry, Ill help you to your next
destination. There are a few
more people I want you to meet.
Kara staggered forward with Kink supporting
her weight on one side and Mike on the
other. They dragged her across
the room, every step causing blinding agony, but she was too hoarse from
shrieking to protest further. Tears
running from her eyes she mutely allowed herself to be guided across the
room. Mike threw open the door
and together the two men pulled her in after
them. Wincing in anguish, Kara
almost screamed in fear as she entered the
room. In it were at least a dozen
more of the gang bosss henchmen.
Alright boys shes all
yours. Do what you want to her
within reason, but I dont want any permanent
damage. I want something left
for me.
Oh,
please, no, Kara begged
once more, but Kink merely laughed.
You should have known better than to
tangle with me heroine. Now
youre really going to pay the
price.
As the men surged toward her she screamed
horribly.
The next few hours were just a confused blur
as Kara was raped by every man in the
room. As instructed, they did
her no permanent damage, but they had her perform every sexual act they could
devise. At one time she was spread
out so the one man could rape her anally at the same time as she was taken
vaginally and orally. She offered
no resistance; she was far too exhausted to do more that whimper in pain
as she was violated over and over.
When the men were finally finished with her she lay semiconscious
on one of the bunks while two men who had not quite had their fill of raping
a defenceless girl raped her mouth and vagina one last
time.
It was Kink who finally stopped
them. Thats enough
boys. We want to give miss
superheroine a bit of a chance to
recover. I still have some plans
for her and shell need to be in good shape to carry them
out.
Geez boss, said one of the
men. How about just ten
more minutes. Then you can have
her.
No dice
boys. If you want more action
fuck her friend instead. Im
sure our heroine wont object.
To her shame, Kara did not object. She wanted only relief from the interminable and violent violation of her body. She was even willing to sacrifice her friend to achieve it. It was then that she knew she had been broken. No true heroine would allow an innocent girl to suffer in order to save herself. The fact that nothing she could have said or done would have in any way deterred the thugs from raping Sylvie was irrelevant. The superheroine code required that she object and she had remained passive. Her utter humiliation was complete. No longer was she worthy of the name superheroine. As Kink accompanied the men who carried her from the room she wept brokenly.
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