The Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 1 Birth of a
Superheroine
by L'Espion
Chapter
5 The
Eagle Soars
Star Eagle whimpered as the last of her assailants climbed off
her. Tiring of his usual sport,
Vlasov had unleashed all of his
henchmen. Plying her with enough
zentoc to render her helpless, he had allowed them
to gang rape her. The ordeal
had lasted all day. Covered in
the sweat and filth of her ordeal, she lay exhausted on the
bed. As the last man left the
room, Vlasov chained her to the
bed. But he was not interested
in her himself. He had decided
on one more little experiment.
Taking out a full bar of bakers chocolate, he suspended it on
a string just a few inches from her nose.
She could smell the alluring aroma of the drug but could not reach
it. As the drool ran down her
chin, she struggled desperately to reach
it.
Vlasov laughed.
One of these days, youre going to cease to amuse me
bitch. And then I guess Ill
have to sell you. I think you
should know that Ive been offered several times what I paid for
you. Its one of the best investments
I ever made. He laughed
again. Have fun
bitch. Maybe in an hour or so
Ill look in on you.
No! Please, master! she
screamed. The thought of being
left alone while her zentoc withdrawal increased
terrified her. What if he
forgot? What if he left her too
long?
The door closed.
No,
master!
Nooooh!
The long drawn out wail was greeted by
silence. She was
alone. Trembling she tried to
pull herself together. She had
to resist. Had
to. Fifteen minutes later,
her screams echoed throughout the lower section of the warehouse where she
was kept.
The two thugs guarding her did not even look up from their card
game. Thirty feet away they could
hear her terrible shrieks of agony, but they had heard those sounds many
times before and had grown used to them.
Besides, Vlasov had given explicit instructions
that the howling heroine was to be left
alone.
Vlasov grinned and sat back in his
recliner. Lighting up a cigar
he took a deep breath.
Nothing like a Cuban, he
thought. Too bad the average
American was denied the pleasure.
He looked at his watch.
Almost an
hour. The superheroine
bitch would be screaming bloody blue murder by
now. Setting down the cigar he
started to get up. It was time
to save her before her desire for chocolate tore her
apart.
At that moment to door to his luxurious office opened
slightly. One of his henchmen
poked his head inside. Boss
theres some redheaded broad here to see
you. Claims
shes your daughter.
He raised an eyebrow.
Tall, willowy, very attractive, very
determined? Vlasov
asked.
Attractive? Yeah boss,
said the thug enthusiastically.
Great little
body. Wouldnt
mind
He stopped when
he saw the look on Vlasovs face.
Sounds like my daughter, the crime boss
said. Show her
in.
Karla stormed into the room.
Alright, Dmitri, she
said. I know youve
got her. I want her
released.
What, asked
Vlasov, sarcastically, no hug for
Daddy?
Youre not my father, the girl
spat.
Just the thug who knocked up my
mother.
And after all the money Ive sent you,
Vlasov said.
Im hurt.
To hell with your money, Karla
said. Ive never touched
any of it.
No, said Vlasov. You make your
way with scholarships. But Ive
always been ready to help you.
I want none of your blood money, she
relied. Now tell me where
Star Eagle is. I know youve
got her.
Star Eagle? said
Vlasov.
Never heard of her.
Lying bastard, Karla said
hotly. I know youve
got her. Ive got my own
ways of keeping track of things.
What if I have got the bitch? Vlasov
said. What is she to
you?
None of your business, she
said. I just want her
released.
You know, said Vlasov, your English
is much improved. Have you been
taking lessons?
Karla seemed to become even more angry at this
irrelevant comment. Leaning across
the desk she glared into Vlasovs
eyes. Dont change
the topic, you bastard. I want
Star Eagle released. Take me
to her right now.
For the first time Vlasov seemed to lose his
temper. Youve got
a lot of nerve coming in here like this.
Youre on my turf. I
could do anything I want with you.
That would be about your speed, the redhead
replied. Victimize your
own daughter.
But youre not my daughter, said
Vlasov rising from his
chair. You said so
yourself. Youre just some
stupid redheaded bitch that came charging in here looking for a
thrill. I might just give you
your wish.
Even a slime ball like you wouldnt dare do anything to his own
daughter, whether she acknowledges you or not.
Acknowledge, Vlasov
quoted. Nice big
word. Didnt know you could
handle English that well. Someone
buy you a dictionary?
Karla reacted angrily. She had
bought a dictionary, at Melissas
suggestion. And she was writing
down every word she did not understand and making a list that she reviewed
each day.
Always with the jokes, Karla said, her
English breaking down as her fury got the best of
her. You laugh at everyone
you hurt.
I havent even started hurting you,
Vlasov replied.
You have no idea what I could have done to
you.
Like you did to my mother?
Hold me down and rape me?
Rape?
I just had a little fun with her.
And look what happened? She
gave birth to a lovely daughter.
You scum, Karla raged.
Raising her hand she slapped Vlasov hard
enough to knock him back across the desk.
You fucking little bitch, Vlasov swore,
blood dripping from the corner of his
mouth. You need to be taught
a lesson and you sure came to the right place for it.
Pushing a button on his intercom he bellowed into
it. Swenson,
Orloff, get in here.
The door opened almost immediately, and two burly men entered.
Holding his smarting cheek, Vlasov pointed at
Karla. Take this bitch
down to the rec room and have a bit of fun with
her. I want her taught a lesson
she wont forget.
The two men looked at each other and then back at
Vlasov.
Clearly they thought that the idea of violating the bosss daughter
was not a good idea.
Do it, said Vlasov in a voice that
suddenly went deadly calm, or Ill have both your
balls.
Right boss, one of the men
said. He took a step toward
Karla.
The redheads foot caught him right between the
legs. A look of surprise followed
by agony swept over the thugs face as he clutched at his
gonads.
Keep away, warned Karla, adopting a martial arts
stance.
The second man gave her a pained look and stepped toward
her. Again, Karlas leg
flashed up, but this time her blow was
blocked. The thug stepped inside
her guard and delivered a heavy blow to her
ribs.
Karla barely got her arm down in time to deflect the
attack. Even so she was knocked
off balance and staggered across the room, the thug following up
quickly. Looking for a quick
finish, the thug tried to tackle her.
Karla twisted away from the attack and brought her elbow down across
the back of his neck, driving him to the
floor.
Vlasov looked on, his face purple with
rage. At that point the door
burst open and several more men flooded into the
room. Take the bitch,
he ordered.
Karla fought bravely, but there were just too many for
her. She managed to block the
first blow, but not the next. It
knocked the breath from her, and in an instant she was swarmed by rest of
the hoodlums. Lifting her bodily
from the floor they immobilized her arms and legs, leaving her bucking
frantically in an attempt to escape.
Vlasov watched the writhing body of his tall athletic
daughter. Her long red hair whipped
wildly as she fought to escape. Her
white blouse had been torn open during the struggle, revealing a considerable
amount of skin and her brassiere-covered
breasts.
Strip her, he ordered and then take her out of here and
teach her some manners. I want
her banged until she cant walk straight.
Karla screamed as her clothes were ripped off her, but she was helpless to
prevent the thugs from stripping her
bare. From the corner of her
eye she could see Vlasov leering at her as more
and more of her body was exposed.
You son-of-a-bitch, Vlasov,
she shrieked. He was watching
his own daughter being sexually assaulted.
Vlasov smiled grimly as his daughters body
was revealed. Damn she was
gorgeous! Long limbs, firm rounded
breasts, tiny waist. He
felt like doing her himself, but that would be
inappropriate.
Karla fought hysterically as she was carried from
Vlasovs
office. Never in her worst nightmares
had she thought that her own father would do this to
her. Of course, she had never
really known
Vlasov.
Her mother had discouraged all contact with the man who had impregnated
her and Karla had never had much use for a man of
Vlasovs unsavory
reputation.
But she had kept track of him, following his rise in the criminal
world. He had held a certain
fascination for her. She had,
however, rebuffed his attempts to meet with
her. She wanted no part of
him. Especially not when she
found out how involved he was in the sex
trade. Her knowledge of his
activities, however, had allowed her to discover what had happened to Star
Eagle.
Her roommates disappearance had coincided with rumors that
Vlasov had his own pet
superheroine. And then there
had been Melissas supposedly secret
password. The heroine had overlooked
the fact that Karla had installed a program on the computer that kept track
of keystrokes. She was into
Melissas secret site in no time, and although she had a great deal
of difficulty navigating it due to the strange alien language, she had been
able to determine that there was quite a large file on
Dmitri
Vlasov.
From there it did not take her long to figure out what had happened
to Melissa. Believing that her
relationship to Vlasov would protect her she had
marched into his headquarters, daring to beard the lion in his
den.
But her gamble had backfired. She
was now at the mercy of a bunch of smirking thugs who had carte blanche to
do anything they wanted to her. As
she was held down on a pool table and her legs were spread she now understood
the full depths of her fathers
depravity.
Orloff positioned himself between the struggling
redheads thighs. His member
was hard and ready.
The bosss own
daughter. Somehow this
made it almost better than fucking the
superheroine. And this babe was
gorgeous.
Flashing green eyes, high Slavic cheekbones, full
red lips, high perfect breasts, and a beautifully trimmed bush, outlining
her sexual fissure.
Ready darling? he asked the trembling Russian
girl. He grinned and cupped each
of her breasts.
Karla shook her head. She was
far too frightened to speak. What
was happening was unbelievable. She
was surrounded by laughing leering men.
Their hands explored every part of her
body. She was about to be violated
and she had no one to blame but her own stupidity and
overconfidence.
Then her legs were spread even wider, and the man stepped into
her. Gripping her backside he
thrust forward. Karla
screamed.
Star Eagle did not even know she was still
screaming. But the noise she
was making would have ruptured the eardrums of any man who had the misfortune
to be in the room with her. Her
body contorted itself almost impossibly.
Had she been human her ligaments would have torn loose and her bones
would have fractured. It did
not stop her, however, from rubbing her ankles and wrists raw, ripping the
skin from her limbs as fast as it healed.
The shackles that held her, did not give.
Vlasov had made sure that only the highest
quality restraints had been used on her.
Even her strength could not break
them. They could not stop her
from breaking herself, however.
Delirious with the anguish of zentoc withdrawal
she wrenched her arms unmercifully, not even knowing what she was
doing. Her flesh gave way as
she scraped it off right down to the bone, and then suddenly her hands were
free.
At first her mental confusion was so great that she did not realize that
she was partly free. But then
one of her flailing hands made contact with the
zentoc.
Closing her fingers around the drug she crammed the entire bar into
her mouth.
It was more than ten times what she had ever taken
before. This time the drug exploded
though her system, overloading all of her senses and searing her brain with
a blast of hallucinatory energy that almost defied
description. It was as if a star
had exploded in the middle of her brain.
Expanding outward it engulfed all of her
senses. A white light blazed
before her eyes, increasing in intensity until it blotted out all other
sensations. Then everything went
black.
When she awoke it was as if she had been dropped into a
deep water filled well. It
seemed to take forever for her to rise up toward the light, and her lungs
strained to the bursting point.
Then she exploded to the surface.
Her eyes flicked wide open, glowing with a strange golden
light. Drawing in air in great
shuddering gasps, she looked abut her.
She was lying on a bed in a small windowless
room. Her body was covered in
blood and filth, and there were shackles on her wrists and
ankles. The chains attached to
the shackles, however, had been shattered; stretched beyond their breaking
point by some enormous force. For
a few seconds she looked about her, stupefied, and then a look of comprehension
swept over her sweat stained face.
She remembered everything.
Kemper, the zentoc,
Vlasov, her degradation and violation
everything.
She looked down at her body. Her
breasts had been ornamented with nipple
rings. She now remembered that
too. With a look of disgust and
ignoring the pain she tore them loose and tossed the rings and
Vlasovs jewelry across the
room. Then touching her medallion,
she restored her costume. She
was once more dressed like a heroine.
She climbed off the bed and crossed to the
door. Her body seemed to function
normally, but she sensed that something about her had
changed. What it was she could
not quite grasp. But she knew
she had to get out of the cell. She
tried the door. Not surprisingly
it was locked. She stood looking
at it, gauging her chances of breaking through the heavy
steel. Then from somewhere else
in the building she heard a scream of pure terror.
That sound alone would have prompted her to do
something. But she had an added
incentive. She realized to her
horror that she knew the voice.
Karla!
something screamed in her mind. Her
next actions were almost instinctive.
She triggered her energy burst and hurled herself at the
door. The impact ripped the steel
door from its hinges, hurling it across the hall and into the
wall. For a second she stood
gazing at the twisted metal. She
had never been able to do that before.
Then leaping through the opening, Star Eagle dashed toward the direction
the scream had come from.
As she swept through the hallways, she realized another
change. The energy burst should
have left her weak, but instead she noticed no difference in her
strength. It was as if she had
not called upon her special power.
The first men she came upon were two thugs guarding the
cellblock. They faced her with
guns drawn, but she was upon them so quickly that neither had the chance
to pull the trigger. Seizing
them both by their collars she smashed their heads together, noting the
satisfying crunch as their skulls made contact.
Then she dashed up a flight of stairs and into the main warehouse section
of Vlasovs
headquarters. From a short distance
away she could hear Karlas screams.
Rage distorted her face. She
headed toward her friends voice at a run.
Charging through a set of double doors she came across a horrifying and
disgusting scene. In what looked
like some sort of recreation room, her redheaded Russian friend was spread-eagled
on top of a pool table. Each
of her limbs was held by one of Vlasovs thugs,
and another man was between her thighs thrusting repeatedly into the screaming
writhing girl. Surrounding her
were a dozen or more of jeering henchmen.
Star Eagle recognized them all as men who had raped her
repeatedly.
A red veil seemed to drop before her
eyes. She tore into the thugs
before they even knew she was there.
Striking right and left she sent the startled and panicky henchmen
flying in all directions. The
chains still attached to her wrists and ankles added to her attack, whipping
like flails as she struck at her hated
tormentors. She was absolutely
merciless, striking hard and fast, each of her blows was intended to maim
or kill. Within seconds the cowards
who had violated her were frantically trying to flee the
room.
Not one of them made it. Star
Eagle blocked the door and then systematically hunted down the remaining
thugs. A few tried to fight her,
some tried to hide under tables, and many begged for their lives, but in
the scarlet rage that consumed her, Star Eagle showed no
mercy. One after the other she
caught up with them and killed them.
She felt no remorse about what she
did. To her
Traxtronian mind eliminating the men who had wronged
her was no worse than exterminating a
cockroach.
Then as the last man died, the rage left her, leaving her feeling somewhat
weak. Her entire body was shaking
with a mixture of feelings she had never had
before. As
Kludso, her Traxtronian
teacher had taught her she was slowly developing human
emotions. But she had no time
to reflect on her personal growth.
Karla sat sobbing in the centre of the
room. The redhead was holding
her hands over her vulva and was rocking back and forth from the pain and
shock of her ordeal. Star Eagle
went to her.
This was another area of human emotion that Star Eagle had not yet
encountered. She knew that she
should do something to comfort her sobbing roommate, but she did not know
exactly what. Karla solved the
problem for her. As Star Eagle
touched her gently and hesitatingly on the arm, the redhead rose and clasping
the startled Star Eagle in her arms, wept on her
shoulder.
Star Eagle gently stroked Karlas
hair. She had seen women do this
when watching TV and assumed it was the appropriate reaction under the
circumstances. As she did so,
she experienced another change in her emotional structure,
compassion.
She did not, however, know exactly what she
felt. She only knew that suddenly
she was sobbing too. It seemed
a perfectly normal thing to do. But
a part of her mind was still quite analytical, cataloguing her reactions
and filing away the information for further
reference. This part of her mind
reviewed the fact that during her short stay on Earth her rudimentary emotions
had matured.
She had started out with limited, childlike
emotions. She had curiosity,
wonder, and a naïve sort of
friendship. She had gone from
that to fear, anger, and hatred; emotions that had not been programmed into
her. Now she had added one
more. How many more were
left?
Vlasov rubbed the cheek his daughter had
struck. The little bitch really
packed a punch. Through the partly
open door he could hear her screams as his men taught her a
lesson. It was too bad he
couldnt participate, but raping his own daughter might be considered
going a bit far even for a man with his depraved
reputation.
It took him a few seconds to realize that he could no longer hear
her. That was
strange. Her cries should have
gotten louder not quieter. Taking
his gun from the desk drawer he stepped out of the
room. The warehouse was
quiet. Eerily
quiet. He knew instinctively
that something was wrong. Heading
for the rec room he eased the door open.
Vlasov gasped at the carnage in the
room. The bodies of his henchmen
were scattered about the room like so many broken
dolls. But it was the two women
in the centre of the room that really caught his attention.
Well, he said.
Isnt this a touching
scene? He leveled the gun at
the two startled women.
Graduated to women have you Star
bitch? Im not surprised
after the banging I and my men gave
you.
You god-damned piece of shit, Karla
swore. Her tears were
gone. Ignoring the gun she advanced
across the room toward him.
Vlasov grinned.
Think youre safe with your heroine
lover? She cant protect
you. Ive fucked her black
and blue the last week or so. One
more step and Ill put a bullet right through the middle of that colourful
costume.
No you wont, Star Eagle
said.
Vlasov saw her tense her muscles as she
prepared to attack.
Youre forgetting this, arent you, whore? he sneered,
holding up a foil wrapped piece of
chocolate. He grinned triumphantly
as the heroine took a step backward.
Helpless as a fucking baby, he said walking toward
her. He had her; he could see
the fear in her eyes.
Thrusting the chocolate toward her, he backed her across the
room. Im really going
to nail your ass, he said.
And Im going to make my daughter watch as I
do.
Your daughter? asked Star
Eagle. You allowed your
men to violate your own daughter?
Isnt that a contravention of Earth customs?
Vlasov laughed
again. He almost had the heroine
backed into a corner. In a few
seconds she would be at his feet.
In this world, Star bitch, I make the rules.
Vlasovs threat against Star Eagle had stopped
Karla in her tracks. She dared
not do anything that would endanger her friend.
Stunned she watched as the man
who called himself her father drove Star Eagle across the
room. What did
Vlasov have in his
hands? It looked like nothing
more than an ordinary piece of chocolate.
Vlasov stepped right up to the trembling heroine,
holding the chocolate under her nose.
She tilted her head back and away trying to avoid the addictive
drug. You want this,
dont you bitch? said Vlasov
triumphantly. Well, you
can have it, but first I want you on your knees.
Slowly the heroine turned her head until her fascinatingly dark eyes were
focused on his. No,
she said very quietly.
What do you mean,
no?
I gave you an order.
To Vlasovs amazement Star Eagle reached out
and took the chocolate from his hands.
Calmly she crushed it between her fingers, freeing the powerful and
enticing aroma.
Theobroma
cacao, she said slowly.
Food of the
gods. Im afraid
that it has no effect on me.
Stunned Vlasov merely stared for a few
seconds. He felt a cold lump
in his stomach as he realized that he was completely at the mercy of the
powerful heroine. Then his reflexes
snapped in. Jamming the gun against the belly of the heroine, he squeezed
the trigger.
Or rather he tried to. Something
was wrong. There was a terrible
pain in his chest. Glancing down
his mouth opened in wordless horror.
Protruding six inches from his chest was the end of a pool
cue. A wordless moan escaped
his lips as he slowly turned around.
As blood bubbled from his mouth, he beheld his daughter, the broken
shaft of the pool cue she had shoved though him still
in her hands.
Gasping like a fish, he felt his knees
buckle. Suddenly he knew he was
dying and all the horror of the situation burst upon
him. No, he
gasped.
No. Then he
pitched forward onto his face.
Star Eagle took the shattered pool cue from Karlas
hand. Karla, she
said. Im so sorry,
he was
he was
No, said Karla emotionlessly, he was never my
father. Just
the man who raped my
mother. She took
Star Eagles hand. Can
we go home now?
Wordlessly Star Eagle nodded. She helped Karla retrieve her torn clothes, and in hand the two women walked out of the warehouse.
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