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Chapter
3
Resurrection
Kara hung in the center of the
room. She had thought that things
could not get much worse, but they had.
She was surrounded by about twenty men she had never seen before and
Kink was talking. Well,
gentlemen, what am I bid?
Whats it worth to be able to say that you screwed a
superheroine?
A small well-dressed man wearing glasses spoke
up. It would be worth a
lot, but how do we know shes the real thing?
Yes, agreed
another. You could have
dressed anybody up in that outfit.
If shes a heroine how come she doesnt try to
escape?
Youre kidding, right? replied
Kink. Look at that
body. You think any ordinary
woman is built like that? And
the uniform its indestructible.
Ill admit shes built like
a brick shithouse, said the first man, but that dont mean
shes a heroine. I want
more proof than your word and the fact shes got a colourful costume
on.
Alright, said
Kink. Ill give you
proof. Take her down
boys.
Kara groaned with relief as the chains suspending
her from the ceiling were lowered, allowing her feet to reach the
floor. She had been hanging there
for several hours and the strain on her arms was
terrible. She was wearing her
costume once more. Kink had ordered
her into the bathroom and while he watched, had forced her to clean herself
up. Then he had allowed her to
dress. He had also not given
her the kryptonite tonic that day.
As a result her strength had returned and with it an ability she did
not know she had. The bruises,
lacerations, and other physical signs of her brutal treatment had
disappeared. Incredibly her marvelous
body possessed the power of super
healing. Within minutes of regaining
her strength she was whole again.
That did not mean, however, that she was able
to escape. Kink had placed her
in a room that was coated with kryptonite based
paint. As long as she stayed
away from the walls and ceiling she had her superpowers, but as soon as she
tried to break through her strength
faded. The floor was similarly
treated, although Kink had covered it in lead foil to protect
her. Thus she was trapped, even
though she no longer was drugged with the kryptonite
potion.
Kink had been very pleased with her
recovery. It was part of his
plan to recoup the cost of the kryptonite and to further humiliate her by
selling her body to the highest bidder.
And that was why she was the center of attention at the special auction
he had arranged. She was still
helpless, of course. Kink had
secured her by placing kryptonite alloy shackles on her wrists and
ankles. The radiation given off
by these restraints kept her weak and in considerable
anguish. Kryptonite did not just
rob her of her powers, it was also agonizingly
painful. By now, however, Kara
was almost used to being in pain, and it certainly would have done her little
good to complain. She was forced
to endure.
Now, however, Kink seemed to have something
else planned for her. The various
prospective customers wanted proof of her superheroine status and Kink was
somehow going to give it to them.
Just how Kara wasnt sure, but she had enough respect for the
inventive criminal by now to expect that he would find a
way.
Bring her over here, he ordered,
pointing to a cage-like enclosure.
It wasnt exactly a cage, being almost open on four
sides. The bars of the so-called
cage were so widely spaced that she could easily walk between them and that
is precisely what Kink ordered her to do.
She stood in the center of the semi-enclosure waiting for further
instructions.
Take off her manacles and leg irons,
Kink said.
Kara was mystified by this command, but understood
immediately as soon as the shackles were
removed. From the metal framework
of the cage she could feel the distinct and painful sensation of kryptonite
radiation. As long as she stood
in the center of the cage, she was almost free from pain, but
any attempt to move brought instant
agony. She was still helpless
to escape.
Kink handed the man with glasses a
Glock
31. Shoot her,
he said. I think youll
find the results interesting.
Shoot her? said the
man. I came here to fuck
her, not put a bullet through her.
You wanted proof that shes a
superheroine didnt you? So
shoot her.
Wait a
minute. How do I know the guns
not loaded with blanks?
For Christs sake, Kink
swore. Shoot something
else first. And then shoot
her.
The man with the gun
smiled. How about that
potted plant over there?
Be my guest Kink,
answered.
Boom!
The
sound of the shot reverberated around the room and the potted palm exploded
into hundreds of pieces.
OK, the man with glasses
said. Its got real
bullets. Where should I shoot
her?
Anywhere you
want. Shes a
superheroine. She wont
care.
Actually Kara did
care. There were limits to her
invulnerability. Being hit with
a .357 slug was not an enjoyable experience even if it did not penetrate
her skin. And she was not at
full strength. The radiation
from the bars of the cage might weaken her enough that she would experience
severe injury. However, there
was little she could do about it.
She turned to face the man with the gun.
Boom! The
slug knocked her off her feet, hurling her across the
cage. Kara lay on the floor gasping,
the breath knocked out of her.
Kink rushed over to
look. Get up, bitch,
he said. Youre not
hurt.
Kara struggled to her
feet. The bullet had torn a hole
in her costume, right between her
breasts. She was still alive
and her Kryptonian skin had saved her from the bullet, but she was not as
Kink claimed, unhurt. There was
a nasty bruise where the heavy bullet had hit
her. She was not
entirely
invulnerable and being shot at point blank range had strained her bodys
resistance to the utmost. Even
as she clutched the place where the bullet had struck, however, the bruising
faded as her incredible body healed.
Kara grimaced and fought to regain her
breath. That had
hurt! She had
never been hit by a bullet before and the experience was definitely not
pleasant. Her eyes filled with
resentment she stood and faced Kink.
That make you happy? she
asked. Youve found
another way to hurt and humiliate me.
Kink
laughed. Still got some
spirit left I see.
Good. He turned
to the man who had shot her.
Now what do you think?
Quite a prize isnt she?
And she even talks.
Kara bit back a
retort. Kink was just tying to
make her angry and he was certainly
succeeding. No doubt a feisty
heroine would get a better price.
Well, she wouldnt give him the satisfaction of further humiliating
her in front of such an incredibly depraved lot as the men who had gathered
to bid for her.
Alright, Kink said, turning his
back on her and facing his prospective
customers. What am I
bid? How about $20,000 for an
hour?
Thats
pretty steep, said one of the men.
Kara gasped when she saw him.
She had seen his picture before on the internet crime
link. He was Carlos Vincenna,
a notorious and brutal drug lord, responsible for dozens of murders and acts
of terror. His face was horribly
scarred due to someone having thrown acid into his face early in his crime
career. Legend had it that he
had managed to keep the man who had thrown it alive for two weeks before
he died of torture.
Vincenna pushed his way
forward. I want her for
more than an hour. Shes
buggered up several of my
operations.
No problem, replied
Kink. Just bid more than
everyone else and you can have her for as long as you
like.
How much to buy
her?
More than youve
got. I figure this little
babes worth millions.
Youll have to be satisfied with just a few
hours.
Son of a bitch, said
Vincenna.
Alright. I bid
$100,000. That should get me
five hours, right?
Not so fast, came a voice from
the back. This man was in stark
contrast to
Just a minute, gentlemen, Kink
said. The bid is per
hour. Youve both
bid the same. Mr. Roper you have
to bid more than $20,000.
Alright, said the stout man, wiping
his brow. I bid
$25,000.
Thats better, said
Kink. Now let the bidding
begin.
Vincenna
swore. Clearly he was used to
getting his own way.
$30,000, he countered.
The bidding became rather intense with most
of the men assembled getting in on the
act. Vincenna finally won with
a bid of $45,000, but he reduced his time to only four
hours. After that she was divided
up among the various bidders. Kink
was well satisfied. His superheroine
captive had earned over two million dollars and that was just the total for
the first auction. He
grinned. A few weeks and he would
be way ahead. What had been a
liability would turn out to be his most profitable
venture.
Kara grunted as Roper thrust into
her. She no longer screamed when
she was taken. She was beyond
that now. Her life had been one
of continual sexual servitude ever since the
auction. She didnt have
much choice. A blindfolded Sylvie
had been parade before her soon after Vincenna had won the
bidding. The girl could barely
walk and her slender body was covered with
bruises. See what sort
of trouble you cause, superbitch? said
Kink. This girl was happy
as a lark until you came along. Now
shes been entertaining my men for the past two
days. However, Im not one
to shift the blame to others.
Im quite prepared to let her go if you promise to
cooperate. Of course, if you
dont
He didnt have to finish the
sentence. Kara nodded in dumb
agreement. Thought youd
see it my way, Kink grinned.
He turned to the two men guarding
Sylvie. Give her back he
clothes and let her go. Oh, and
give her $5,000 dollars. I think
she deserves at least that much for her
services. She was a mighty good
fuck.
Sylvie burst into tears as she was led from
the room. She had no way of knowing
why she had been taken from her cell, having never laid eyes on Kara, but
the humiliation and terror hat she had endured caused her to break
down. Kara wept
too. If only she had been more
careful. She should have known
better than to drink something in a place like the Raging Duck without checking
it first. Now her best friend
had paid the price for her stupidity.
She would do anything to spare her further harm.
Her session with Vincenna had been
horrendous. The badly scarred
villain seemed much more interested in brutally assaulting her than he did
in sex. She had been allowed
to wear her costume. As a matter
of fact, Vincenna had demanded it.
But she really wasnt much of a superheroine without her powers,
and Vincenna had delighted in giving her a severe
beating.
He started with a blow to her ribcage, just
below her left breast. She tried
to dodge the punch, but the villain was much bigger and more skilled in street
fighting than she was. She came
to regret depending on her superstrength and superspeed to solve all her
problems. She had never learned
any real martial skills; she hadnt needed
to. She resolved that if she
ever escaped from her perilous predicament she would join a martial arts
club and learn to properly defence
herself.
Vincenna had followed up his first punch with
a fist to her jaw. Staggered
by the two blows, she had almost fallen, but the brutal thug wouldnt
let her. Catching her as she
swayed he forced her again the wall and then rained blow after blow upon
her.
She managed to catch the majority of the punches
on her arms and shoulders, but many got
through. Within a very short
time she was sagging helplessly as the vicious hoodlum continued to beat
her. Only when she was close
to unconscious did Vincenna stop.
Ive always wanted to do that, he grinned, his face
distorted by the terrible scars that disfigured most of
it. You bloody superheroines
are so damned arrogant. It is
time you learned what it is like to come up against someone stronger than
you are.
Kara did not
reply. Her lip was split open
and her nose bloodied. All of
the teeth on one side of her mouth had been loosened and the area around
one eye was so badly swollen that she could no longer see out of
it. Her breasts had received
a severe mauling. They felt like
a pair of punching bags that had had the stuffing knocked out of
them. Swaying, her knees buckled
and she almost fell.
Vincenna, however, caught her, and dragging
her over to the bed lay her down and proceeded to strip her costume from
her battered body. Now
superbitch, youre going to get a real
workout. He quickly undressed,
revealing a well-muscled body and a formidable erection.
Ungh! Kara grunted as he yanked her legs
apart. Had she not been raped
so many times before she would have been positively terrified. Even as it
was it she found it a most unpleasant
experience.
Unngghhh!
she grunted again as he mounted her; and again as he sank his shaft deep
within her. But she did not scream,
not then nor during the next three hours as he raped her repeatedly.
But at the end she was moaning
softly from the protracted ordeal.
Vincenna, however, took her lack of response
as a personal insult. Bloody
whore. Ill have you screaming
next time. Im not through
with you yet. Unfortunately,
or perhaps fortunately, depending of the point of view, Vincenna had run
out of time. A knock on the door
alerted him to the fact that that another customer was
waiting. Times up
Vincenna, said Kinks voice.
Anymore time and I charge you double.
Bitch, said
Vincenna. Ill be
back. And Next time Im
booking eight hours.
The door opened and Kink
entered. Christ, Ill
have to clean her up before the next
customer. From now on Im
going to charge extra if you want to beat her up.
Ill pay it, the scarred
villain replied. It will
be worth it.
Kink was forced to return Kara to the cage
where she had been auctioned so that he could give her partial recovery of
her superpowers in order to allow her to
heal. Then it was the next
clients turn.
Kara couldnt remember who that
was. Her memory was a bit
blurred. Her life was one round
after the other of serving as someones sex
toy. She only remembered the
clients who made her life a bit more interesting, such as the
strange little man who wanted her smeared with custard and applesauce before
her had sex with her. Or the
brute who insisted on suspending her upside down while he raped
her.
Roper was also memorable, but for a different
reason. The flabby crime boss
was so overweight that his bulk crushed her into the bed, and he sweated
profusely. Unfortunately, his
lust was almost insatiable. He
was capable of sustaining an erection for hours, and took her every way he
knew how. He had already raped
her orally, vaginally, and anally, and was now pounding her vagina once
more. There wasnt much
she could do about it. A few
feet from the bed were several kryptonite-coated
bars. They kept her too weak
to defend herself. She had no
choice other than to endure.
Kara was
exhausted. How much longer was
this going to go on? For that
matter how much longer could she stand up under the repeated sexual
servitude? Surely, Kink must
have made his money back by now. Of
course, that fact did not matter.
He no doubt intended to keep her as his prize whore for as long as
there was a demand for her services.
Every now and then when things were quiet which was almost
never, Kink would bed her. He
wasnt as violent now, and he never used a condom which was something
he insisted that his clients do.
There seemed only one meaning to what he was
doing. He was trying to impregnate
her. What his motive might be
for that she could only guess, but none of the scenarios that passed through
her mind were even remotely pleasant.
She certainly did not want to become pregnant
in any case. Not at her
age. She was barely eighteen
and completely unsuited for motherhood.
She had too much else she wanted to
do. A child would be a terrible
burden, especially since it was very likely to have
superpowers. That meant only
she could look after it and her crimefighting career would be on hold for
several years. And in any case,
the thought of having a child by a man like Kink filled her with
disgust. Somehow she had to
escape. The alternative was just
too horrible to contemplate.
Uuunghh!
Uuunnggh!
Roper was almost finished
now. His passionate grunts signaled
that he was about to spurt his load into
her. He did not, of
course. He was wearing a condom
and that would have contained his heavy
cream. Rather than waste his
orgasm, however, he pulled out of her at the last second and jetted his thick
white sticky ropes over her exhausted
body.
Kara did not
react. She expected such disgusting
behaviour from the thugs that violated
her. Her only reaction was to
wrinkle her nose in revulsion.
Roper stank, especially after three or four hours of sweating over
her helpless body.
Oh, he gasped, you sure are a great piece of
tail. Youre worth every
penny.
Kara said nothing as was her
custom. She did not want to give
these sadistic thugs any more pleasure than necessary, and bandying words
with them would certainly have done just
that. But then she got an
idea.
I was an idea born of
desperation. Kara suspected that
there was little chance of success, but her situation could hardly get much
worse. The only problem was that
if her scheme failed she would probably not get another
opportunity. She decided to gamble
anyway.
Im glad ja got ya moneys
worth, she grunted, adopting the most lowbrow accent she could
devise. Its what
I get paid for after all.
Paid for? Roper
asked. You get
paid? I thought you were a
prisoner.
Thats what youre supposed
to think. Ya wouldnt bid
so much for my services if ya
didnt.
I dont get
it. Youre a
superheroine. Why would you do
this?
Superheroine?
Me? I break a nail just
brushing my teeth.
Roper lifted himself off
her. But I saw Kink shoot
you. The bullet just bounced
off.
Yeah; pretty convincing wasnt
it. Took me a couple of hours
of practice to make that look realistic.
Youre
lying. Youve got that
indestructible costume I peel off you every
time. And your body its
incredible!
Yeah; spent a lot of time in the gym
working on that. Course Kink
paid for the time and the trainer.
But you look just like her! Roper
shouted. The flabby thug seemed
to be getting excited.
Of course I look like
her. How do ya think I got the
job?
The
costume. I cant tear
it. An element of doubt
had crept into Ropers voice.
Kevlar.
I cant tear it either.
Pretty tough stuff.
But the kryptonite bars, Roper
said, gesturing to the metal bars placed strategically about the
room.
Its just luminous green paint,
Kara said. Forcing her features
to remain absolutely impassive she placed her right hand on the slightly
glowing bars that robbed her of her
powers. The pain that surged
through her was excruciating, but she managed to pretend to be
unconcerned. She held her hand
there for a few seconds and then withdrew it
casually. She hoped Roper
wouldnt notice the way her skin had suddenly beaded with
perspiration.
Roper seemed
convinced. Alright slut;
if youre not Supergirl then why are you telling me
this?
Kara sighed and slumped down on the
bed. This is harder work
than I thought. When Kink hired
me he said Id only have to fuck a half dozen men a
day. But hes got me screwing
day and night. Im exhausted
and I want out. She cringed
at using such unheroine-like language, but she needed to stay in
character. She could sense that
she almost had Roper.
What am I supposed to do about it?
Roper said angrily.
I need a
protector. Kink is making too
much money from this scam to let me go.
If he ever found out what I told ya Id be dead
meat. And I like
ya. Youre more of a man
than any of my other customers. Ya
know, yer kinda cute.
Fighting back her revulsion, she reached out and gently caressed
Ropers sweat-streaked face.
Roper started pulling his clothes
on. That God-damned
prick. Im gonna kick his
ass. I should have known that
no one could capture a real superheroine.
Got to admit though, you really had me
fooled. He looked over
Karas magnificent body and then started for the
door.
Wait, said Kara reaching out and
touching his shoulder. I
dont want ya to get hurt. Now
that Ive told ya, yer life is in danger
too. Youve got to find
a way to help me get out of here.
She gave him what she hoped was her best helpless female
look.
Roper returned her look and licked his
lips. It was obvious that he
was taken with her. Alright,
babe, he said. What
do you suggest?
Yer free to come and go as you
please. Take a
break. Tell the guards that
youve got to take a leak or
something. Then find a way to
distract their attention.
Ill sneak out then.
What should I
do?
Oh, Kara
smiled. Im sure a
criminal of your caliber will be able to think of
something. She pursed her
lips and kissed him longingly on the
mouth. It was something she had
gotten pretty good at the last week or so.
Roper grinned foolishly and waddled toward
the door. Ill be
back he said. Stay
tuned.
Kara breathed a sigh of relief as he
left. Her gamble seemed to have
worked. Now she would have to
wait and see what transpired.
The next half hour was the longest of her
life. Was Roper
cooperating? Did he really believe
her story? Perhaps he had just
taken off, leaving her stranded.
Perhaps he had gone to Kink and told him the whole
story. At any second the vicious
crimelord might come storming through the door ready to give her a brutal
beating. Pacing back and forth
Kara waited. She had put her
costume back on, but until something happened to distract Kinks guards
all she could do was wait.
Sylvie huddled in her tiny
room. It was not a cell exactly,
but it might as well have been. It
contained a bed, a toilet and sink, a dresser that doubled as a make-up table,
and a single chair. She had never
been so frightened in her life.
Kink had not released her as
promised. That was just for the
benefit of the
superheroine. Sylvie
didnt really think the girl was a real
heroine. After all if she was
how had Kink managed to capture her?
Her time since the episode with the blindfold
had been the most terrifying and humiliating experience of her
existence. She had been raped
repeatedly by men she had never met all the while taunted about being the
friend of a superheroine.
She had no idea what they were talking
about. She knew nothing about
superheroines. The closest she
had ever come to one of them was when Supergirl had flown by high above her
on some superheroine mission.
She wondered what had happened to
Kara. The last she could remember
before her imprisonment was being in a nightclub with her and having something
to drink. After that her memories
were a bit vague.
A noise in the hall outside her door sent
a chill of fear through her. Since
her capture she had been taken out of the cell for one purpose only and that
was to be sexually molested. She
had heard of places like the one she was
in. Young women were tricked
into prostitution and then broken in by being repeatedly raped
until they became compliant sex slaves.
She wondered how long it would take for them to break
her. Not very long if what had
happened in the last few days was any example of what was going to happen
to her.
A key turned in the
lock. Sylvie pressed herself
against the wall trying to get as far away from the door as
possible. The door
opened. Two men stood there,
sneering smirks plastered on their faces.
Sylvie recognized them as two of the men who had raped
her.
Lets go, twat, said one
of them. The boss wants
to see you. I expect he has something
special planned for you.
Sylvie got stiffly to her
feet. She was having a great
deal of trouble walking now that the parts of her body that had been ravaged
had been given a chance to swell.
She tried to cover her nakedness with her arms and
hands. Both of her escorts
laughed. Aint you
the shy one? the second man asked.
Dont worry babe, Ive already had a real good look
at your cunt and tits. Up close
you might say. Both men
laughed again.
Sylvie dropped her
hands. They were
right. What difference did it
make now? Her body had been on
display for all to see. Crimson
with embarrassment, she stepped from the
cell.
Look at her blush, said the second
man. What do you say we
give her a quickie before we take her to Kink?
I dunno, said the first
man. Kink asked for
her. He doesnt like to
be kept waiting..
The second man
shrugged. Albright, I can
wait. Well fuck her
later.
Sylvie trembled in fear as she forced herself
to walk between the two men. The
horrible nightmare just kept on getting
worse. They followed the corridor
and a flight of stairs to a large room.
Sylvies dark eyes widened as she was escorted through the
door. In the center of the room
was the tall dark-haired man who had been the first to rape
her.
Glad you could
make it, he said sarcastically.
I think its about time you and I had a little
talk.
What do you want with me? she
quavered. I dont
know you and Ive done you no harm.
Please let me go.
Information, the dark-haired man
replied. I need to know more about you and your
friend.
Kara? said
Sylvie. Youve got
her here? What have you done
to her?
Youll see, the dark-haired
man smiled. Go get the
superbitch, he said to one of the
guards. Roper should be
finished with her by now.
What is this? Sylvie asked.
Did you hurt
her? Shes just an
innocent girl. She never even
goes out.
Think theres more to her than
you
The dark-haired man never finished his
sentence. At that moment the
building shook and thunderous blast filled the air.
What the fuck? yelled the dark-haired
man. Drawing a gun from his waistband
he sprinted from the room followed by the remaining
guard. Sylvie was left alone.
Roper entered the
room. He was sweating profusely,
but that was not unusual. Kara
had never seen him when he wasnt
sweating. I did it,
he said. Get ready to
leave.
Did what? Kara
asked. I dont hear
anything.
You will, he
said. I disconnected the
gas line. Its only a matter
of time until it goes up. I turned
up the thermostat.
Arent you clever, Kara
said. She found the flabby thug
repulsive, but she thought she might still need
him.
Roper
grinned. I see you got
your costume on. Im looking
forward to undressing you again.
At that moment the room
shuddered. It was immediately
followed by a tremendous explosion.
Lets go, said
Roper. He took Karas
arm.
The hallway was full of
smoke. If there were any guards
around Kara couldnt see them.
Roper guided her away from the room where she had been
held. She had to admit that for
the first twenty or so feet she was glad of his
assistance. But as she was hurried
down the hallway she felt her strength
return. A few more steps and
the smoke didnt matter any more; her X-ray vision penetrated the gloom
as if the air were clear.
Kara swept her gaze through the
building. She found what she
was looking for and something else
besides.
Sylvie. Why did it not
surprise her that her friend had not been
released? Just as important,
however, she had found Kinks supply of
kryptonite. It was locked in
a steel safe in a room in the basement.
Kara set her lips. She
would make sure that it stayed there.
She halted and focused her X-ray
vision. The intense beam welded
the safe door shut. Nothing short
of high explosive would get the deadly element out of there
now.
Whats going on, babe?
asked Roper. Weve
got to get out of here. The
corpulent thug was mystified as to why Kara seemed to be staring so hard
at the wall. He was even more
mystified as to why he could not move
her. She seemed solid as a
rock. A terrible suspicion came
over him.
Kara turned to look at the criminal who had
helped her to escape.
Thats right Roper.
I
am
Supergirl. And you helped me
escape. I cant thank you
enough.
The obese thug
paled. Christ, Im
dog meat!
Not yet, but you soon will be,
Kara said. She was in a
bit of a hurry. She had seen
something else in Kinks office that sent chills through
her. Reaching out she grabbed
Roper by the collar. The thug
squealed like a pig as she lifted him from the
floor. Id like to
spend more time with you, she said, but Ive got other place
to go.
Ropers face turned bright red as his
breath was cut off, but Kara didnt put him
down. Instead she hurled him
against the wall. It was unfortunate
that that wall was constructed of concrete blocks, because as Roper slammed
against it the blocks did not shatter but Roper
did. As he slid to the floor
unconscious he left a smear on the wall.
Kara did not wait until he reached the
floor. She was halfway to
Kinks office and she went in a straight
line.
Sylvie fell to the
floor. The room was full of smoke
and just outside the door she could see the red glow of
flames. Already the heat was
unbearable. As soon as Kink had
left the room she had tried to follow, but another tremendous explosion had
rocked the building and thrown her back into the
room. Now she was overcome by
the deadly fumes given off by the fire that swept through the
building. Her eyes streaming
tears and with coughs racking her body she struggled feebly toward the
door. But she knew that she was
not going to make it. Her head
swam and black spots danced before her
eyes. She didnt even notice
as the floor exploded beside her.
Kara swept Sylvie up in her
arms. Kink was nowhere in sight,
but she knew that he was in the building
somewhere. She would find
him. In the meantime she would
take Sylvie to safety. Moving
straight up she tore a hole in the roof of the building, shielding Sylvie
with her body as she did so.
Outside Kara discovered to her surprise that
it was night. She had completely
lost track of time while undergoing her
ordeal. She carried Sylvie to
the roof of a nearby building.
Ascertaining that the girl was breathing she lay her gently on its
surface. She would be safe enough
there for awhile. Then she returned
to the burning warehouse.
It didnt take her long to find
Kink. He was in the basement
where the safe was, trying futilely to open the securely welded
safe. His brother Mike and Dirkson
were both with him.
Son-of-a-bitch, he
swore. Ive got to
get it open. All of the cash
is in there.
Perhaps I should open it for
you. Kink almost jumped
out of his skin as he whirled toward the
sound. Standing in the doorway
was the superheroine he had captured and
raped.
You! Kink
exclaimed. How did
you
He went for his
gun, as did Mike and Dirkson.
Kara had little fear of bullets. But she
didnt like being shot. And
she had a score to settle with the three men who had ravished and tortured
her. It was a reasonable
excuse. Or so she would tell
herself later. Superheroines
werent supposed to kill criminals, just render them helpless and turn
them over to the police, but something came over her when confronted with
the trio in front of her.
Earthlings would have called it rage, but she felt no surge of hatred,
merely a sense of icy calm and a feeling of
purpose. These thugs would not
molest anyone else again.
She caught Dirkson
first. He was just squeezing
the trigger when Karas hand closed upon his wrist and crushed the bones
as if they were matchsticks. He
screamed horribly and then his shriek was cut off as Karas fist crushed
his larynx. His body had not
hit the floor before the blonde superheroine had hurled Mike across the
room. Then she turned on
Kink.
You cant do this, the crime
boss protested.
Superheroines dont
kill. Its against your
stupid rules.
Kara did not
reply. Slowly she moved toward
him. Get back, he
cried, Ill shoot.
Kara
laughed. The sound sent shivers
down Kinks back. It was
the most chilling sound he had ever
heard. But even more frightening
was the look in the superheroines startling blue
eyes. No, he
said. You
cant. Please have
mercy.
The kind of mercy you showed me and
Sylvie? Kara replied.
Ill show you mercy.
Kink pulled the
trigger. But as he did so
Karas hand flashed out. She
moved so quickly that Kink did not even know she had done
anything. He only knew that somehow
the bullet he fired went straight into the heart of his
brother.
Mikes body jerked once as he
died. Kinks mouth opened
in disbelief. Oh God, what
happened?
Now look what youve done,
Kara said. Didnt
anyone ever tell you how dangerous guns are?
You superheroine bitch, Kink
screamed. You made me do
that.
Dont be silly, Kara said,
her voice flat and unemotional.
That would be a violation of the superheroine
code. She turned toward
the door. Im going
to leave you now. I hope your
conscience doesnt bother you too much.
Kink watched her
leave. With some relief he saw
the door close behind her. He
could hardly believe that she had left him
alive. But now it was time to
get out of here. He gave the
safe one last longing look and glanced quickly at his
brother. It was too bad about
Mike. But better him than
me, he thought. He approached
the door. The superheroine bitch
should be gone by now. He touched
the door handle.
Aahh!
He
yanked his hand back. The handle
was burning hot. God damned
bitch. She had to be
responsible. The fire wasnt
that close yet.
Going over to Dirksons body he ripped
off the dead mans shirt and wrapped it about his
hands. Then he tried the door
handle again. Nothing
happened. What the hell?
he said aloud. Using both hands
he twisted the handle using all of his
strength. It wouldnt
move. It was as if it was welded
shut.
No! I cant
die here! Leveling his
semi-automatic he emptied the gun into the locking mechanism of the
door. The bullets bounced
off. Kink remembered that he
had ordered the door built strongly enough to withstand forced
entry. He was trapped by his
own security system. With a scream
of rage he attacked the door with his bare hands, hammering at it until his
fists were bloody. He had to
get out. The section of the building
where the cocaine was further processed was filled with forty-five gallon
drums of ether. If the fire reached
them
Weeping with fear
and frustration he fell to his knees.
Another explosion shook the
building. Beyond the door he
could hear the roar of the flames as the fire surged
closer.
Kara carried the unconscious Sylvie away from
the burning building. It blazed
brightly in the darkness and then a series of massive explosions literally
tore it apart, sending flaming debris in all
directions. Karas eyes
widened. She had not expected
such a holocaust. It was very
unlikely that anyone in the building would still be
alive. Arcing high into the air
she increased her speed and soon gained Sylvies brownstone walk-up
apartment. She entered by way
of the window and gently lay the still insensible
Sylvie on her bed and sat beside her.
The girl seemed to be sleeping
quietly. Kara was glad of
that. The longer her friend slept
the better her chance of recovery.
She sighed
deeply. She had survived by using
her brains more than her superpowers but she felt no sense of
triumph. Rather she felt emotionally
dead. She had defeated her enemies,
and eliminated a dangerous criminal organization, but she had paid a heavy
price. She had been captured,
tortured, raped, and humiliated.
Her best friend Sylvie had also suffered
terribly. But most depressing
of all, she had killed. It was
a serious violation of the superheroine
code. She had no idea how she
was going to resolve the latter issue.
And there was still some unfinished
business. There were a number
of criminals who had visited her while she was held prisoner
in Kinks warehouse. Vincenna
was still out there somewhere and she had a real score to settle with
him. On the positive side, however,
she still had her secret identity.
Sylvie let out a low
moan. Quickly Kara crossed to
her friend. In a few seconds
she would probably regain consciousness.
Kara was torn between leaving her friend to recover on her own and
staying to help. There was always
the chance that Sylvie might recognize
her. Sylvie appeared to be alright
physically, but she had suffered a terrible ordeal; one that Kara shared
intimately. She decided to
stay.
Sylvie
awoke. Completely disoriented
she starred about her in confusion.
When she spotted Kara her eyes widened in
terror. Its
alright, said Kara, using her superheroine voice, youve
suffered a terrible nightmare, but you are safe
now.
It took Kara awhile to explain what had
happened. Of course, she made
up most of the story. Fortunately,
Sylvie had never laid eyes on her while she was in Kinks
clutches. She managed to convince
her friend that she had been kidnapped into the white slave
trade. It wasnt a hard
sell, considering what had happened to Sylvie.
Before she left she helped the
girl get dressed, and then gave her the thrill of a lifetime by flying her
to the nearest hospital. The
girl appeared to be fine except for some nasty bruises, but there was no
sense in taking chances. She
left Sylvie with the doctors and before returning to her own apartment arranged
to take care of the medical bills.
It was a subdued superheroine who returned
to the familiar and comfortable surroundings of her own modest
apartment. She was going to have
to be much more careful. The
face recognition technology that Kink had employed was something she had
not expected. And it had never
occurred to her that she could be drugged through the use of powered
kryptonite. One more adventure
like the one she had just barely survived might be her
last. She stripped off her costume
and stepped into the shower. She
spent a long time under the water.
Somehow she felt that she was washing away the pain and humiliation
she had suffered. But she was
a superheroine after all. And
superheroines never gave up.
Tomorrow was another day.
She would carry the psychological scars of her ordeal with her for
awhile, but eventually she would recover.
After all, not all of the men who had ravished her had died in the
fire. She would find them, and
when she did
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