Victorygirl
By LEspion
Priya Rai slowly caressed
her full breasts, her fingers lingering on the dark erect
nipples. She took a long shuddering
breath as her loins contracted.
God Im horny, she
breathed. She moaned aloud,
moving her hands over the cinnamon velvet of her skin to the tight cleft
between her thighs.
Sweat beaded her panting
body. It was always like this
after the drug wore off, but this time it was especially
bad. I must have taken
too strong a concentration, she
muttered. It was not wise to
do that. The drug that enabled
her superpowers had a powerful aphrodisiac after
affect. Taking too much of it
would lead to her acting like an uncontrollable nymphomaniac, and she had
no wish to wake up exhausted and stinking of sex in some sleazy hotel after
she had engaged in a gang bang with a dozen
strangers. That had almost happened
once and only the timely intervention of one of her friends had saved her
from completely disgracing herself.
She moaned again, as her
fingers found her sex. God,
do I ever need a man, she groaned.
She looked at image in the full length mirror, trying to focus on
what she was and not how she felt.
What she saw was a vision of East Indian
beauty.
She was quite petite, standing
only five-feet-three-inches and weighing less than a hundred
pounds. Her hair was midnight
black and hung past her slender
shoulders. Her body was a perfect
hourglass, highlighted by large round breasts that were so firm they scarcely
quivered when she moved.
God, Im
beautiful, she gasped. She
gritted her teeth. It wasnt
working. If anything she was becoming more aroused just looking
at herself. She turned suddenly
and strode across the thick area rug covering the marble floor and entered
her luxury bathroom. Grabbing
the handle of the shower door she jerked it
open. Her hands turned the
gold-plated faucets, directing a shower of frigid water over her panting
body.
She almost screamed, but
bit back her cry as the water dampened her
ardour. If she made too much
noise one of her maids would come running to see what was wrong and above
all she couldnt afford that.
She had dumped her costume in plain sight on the middle of the bedroom
floor. It would not do if her
superheroine identity was revealed. Despite the fact that she revelled in publicity, the last
thing she wanted was to be constantly subjected to the twenty four hour
attentions of the paparazzi.
She stayed under the cold
water until she was numb. Barely
able to move, she staggered from the shower and wrapped a thick towel about
herself. Shivering violently
she left the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the luxury carpets
and dropped onto the bed. She
breathed a sigh of
relief. The sexual cravings were still with her , but they were
not nearly as bad as they had been.
Ive got to be
more careful, she said aloud.
What if that happened while I was out in
public? Speaking of public,
she just remembered that she had a meeting with the media in an
hour. Her unexpected arousal
had temporarily driven the appointment from her
mind.
Ill just take
a small dose of the drug, she
thought. Enough to get
me through the meeting and not much
else.
The thought of not meeting
with the media was something that never crossed her
mind. This was
publicity. And she never missed a chance to show off before her adoring
public.
She slid off the bed and
kicked her costume into the air, catching it in her right
hand. She noted a slight smear of dirt on the shining white
fabric. Damn, she
would have to wash it. She had
a spare, but she didnt want to leave herself without a clean costume
and the other one was just as likely to get dirty when she was engaged in
one of her missions, so she might as well get the job over
with.
She hated any sort of household
task, even one as small as washing her miniscule
costume. It made her feel like
one of her servants, but she could trust the task to no one
else. Fortunately, there
wasnt much material to wash; the entire costume consisted of only a
few square inches of Lycra. She marched into the bathroom and took out the small bottle
of detergent she kept under the sink.
As she ran the water she
stared into the mirror admiring her dark eyes, high cheekbones, small nose,
and pouting lips that characterised her classically beautiful Indo-Aryan
features. She couldnt
help stepping back a little and letting her eyes drift over her high perfect
breasts, dark erect nipples, and milk chocolate
skin. It really seemed a shame
to cover up such exquisite beauty, but she consoled herself with the knowledge
that her costume really didnt cover very much of her body
anyway.
To her annoyance, the spot
proved more stubborn than she had hoped.
Piece of shit, she
muttered. Ill be
damned if Im going to waste any more time doing the work of a house
maid. Wringing the wet material
out she muttered another curse and tossed it into the bathroom
garbage. She made a mental note
to head down to Harrolds right after the meeting and pick up several
more so she wouldnt be faced with this irritation, meanwhile she would
make do with her spare.
A costume from Harrolds
would cost a small fortune, but the price was of little
importance. The wealth from
her inheritance could buy the citys most exclusive and expensive clothing
store many times over. Money
was the least of her concerns and paled into insignificance compared with
the importance of maintaining her image.
She exited the bathroom,
strode past her enormous walk-in closet and yanked open the drawer on her
wardrobe. She touched a concealed
catch and a panel slid aside revealing her
costume.
It took her only a few seconds to stretch the V-string bikini over her sylphlike body. It consisted of little more than a thin piece of almost transparent fabric that looped about her slender neck and swept down over her breasts in two widely separated bands that converged at her loins. It left her buttocks completely exposed and barely covered her mound of Venus and the succulent treasure between her thighs. Had her globular breasts not been so firm the slightest movement would have dislodged them, but Priya was not the least concerned. With her, the greater sensation she could create the better. After all, what was the point in being a superheroine if she could not show off her considerable assets to full advantage.
She preened for several minutes in front of the bank of mirrors that allowed
her to study her body from every angle.
Everything looked good, now there was just one more
detail. She reached into the
wardrobe cubby hole one more time and took out a small vial containing a
dark blue liquid. Just
a couple of CCs this time, she
murmured. Enough to get
me through the interview and
back. She raised the vial
to her lips and drank.
She was immediately taken
by the drug. The taste was horrid
and she had to fight off her gag reflex to keep it
down. Then its effects swept
over her, beginning with a powerful series of cramps that doubled her over
and had her using gasping in agony. She had to use all of her strength of
will to keep from screaming.
She staggered over to the
bed and gripped the ornate art deco bedpost until she thought the wood would
splinter under her grip, and then the pain passed, replaced by a wave of
euphoria and a sexual surge that left her
breathless. For a few seconds
she would have fucked anything male that came through the doorway, but then
the feeling passed, replaced by the sense of power and invulnerability that
she always associated with the drug.
Priya felt that nothing
on the face of the earth could possibly harm her, something that she knew
was patently untrue. The drug
gave her immense strength; the ability to fly; tremendous endurance; the
ability to heal minor injuries almost instantly; the power to cool objects
to below freezing with her breath; and special vision that enabled her to
deliver hammer blows with her eyes.
However, she was not
invulnerable. If she was stabbed
or hit by a bullet it could kill her if the damage was severe
enough. Nevertheless, any minor
injuries she could shrug off, and the fact that her tremendous speed and
reflexes placed all criminals at her mercy gave her tremendous
confidence.
She paused one more time
in front of the mirror. She
so enjoyed looking at herself, but it was more than
that. She enjoyed it even more
when people looked at her. For her adoring public nothing less than perfection would
do. It never hurt to give herself
one more careful check. She
frowned, focusing on her image.
Was she showing a little bit too much tit; or not
enough? Her nipples were barely
concealed and she didnt want to become a victim of the Janet Jackson
Syndrome.
Ill do,
she thought. Stepping to the
balcony of her luxury townhouse she launched herself into the
air. She rose straight up, gaining
altitude in order to prevent anyone on the ground from seeing where she had
come from and then levelled off.
The flight across town to
the interview would normally have taken only minutes, but halfway there she
picked up a message on the police band micro-receiver she carried inside
her ear.
Hostage-taking in
progress, the message crackled.
Bank robbers holed up in Central City
Bank. Send for
SWAT.
SWAT, Priya
sneered. Theyd be most
likely to kill the hostages by mistake.
This was a job for Victorygirl and one that would make her meeting
with the media even more impressive.
She changed course and swept down on the bank.
She frowned as she circled
the thirty story building. The
police were there in force, but where were the television news
vehicles? This was a prime time
event. There seemed little point
in charging in to the rescue unless there was someone there to film
it. Hoping that she hadnt been seen, she circled the
building and came to a landing on its
roof. Damn this was
irritating. Did she have to
do everything herself? For a
few brief seconds she considered phoning Central City TV and giving the
production manager a piece of her mind, but then she remembered that she
could probably do that during the in depth interview this
afternoon. She would just wait until the cameras turned up and then
go into action
She didnt have to
wait long. Several news vans
pulled up behind the police barricades and a dozen reporters and cameramen
piled out. Slackers,
she muttered. Probably
covering some story about a kid falling into a well instead of doing their
jobs. She moved to the edge of the building and plummeted
dramatically into the developing media scrum.
Victorygirl!
shouted one of the reporters.
You going to save the
day?
She turned in the direction
the questioner, arching her body slightly to emphasize her impressive
breasts. She had landed on the
roof of one of the TV vans in order to stand taller than the surrounding
police officers and members of the
media. Acutely conscious
of the fact that she stood only a few inches over five feet, she tried to
make sure that she positioned herself to look down on anyone in her
presence. Whenever she
couldnt her four inch spike heels helped to give her those extra inches
she needed to make up the difference.
She gave the reporter, a
good looking man she knew very well, her most dazzling
smile. Hi
Bill. I certainly intend to
once the police have explained the situation.
Victorygirl. This time the voice was not quite
so welcoming. Pushing his way
through the circle of reporters and cameramen was the Central City Police
chief. She and Chief Meyers
had often locked horns over her intervention in what he considered police
matters. In private he
had even had the bad manners to accuse her of being nothing more than a glory
hunting exhibitionist who was turned on by showing off her tits and tight
ass in front of the cameras.
Chief Meyers,
she answered with false enthusiasm.
How nice to see you again.
You and your men come up against
something you cant handle again?
There is no
again, the Chief answered, his face turning beet
red. The police have the
situation under control and dont need the help of an interfering
amateur.
Priya ignored the
insult. She was secure in her
position as the darling of the media.
No matter how much they might dislike her the police didnt dare
ignore her or try to prevent her from
helping. She had saved the lives
of too many citizens and broken up too many brazen robberies not to be taken
seriously. And her popularity
with the media and average citizen gave her a position of influence that
could not be disregarded.
And just what is the
situation, Chief? she asked.
The members of the media
and the assembled onlookers looked at the Chief
expectantly. His face turning scarlet, he shrugged and then
answered. Id rather
not discuss it in public. The
situation is rather delicate.
Perhaps we could speak
privately, Priya suggested
sweetly. She knew she had won
the confrontation. The Chief
would be forced to explain what was going on which was the same as including
her in the operation. He would
not be able to object when she took matters into her own hands and pulled
off a spectacular rescue.
Over here, the
Chief said, motioning toward a small command centre that had been set up
just across the from the bank. He
motioned the police officers that were there to move away so that he could
speak to the superheroine.
Lightly, Priya leapt from
the roof of the van and landed next to the fuming police
chief. He was in her face before
her feet even touched the ground.
Look you little twat.
We dont need your help.
There are innocent people trapped in that bank and I dont want
you crashing in and placing their lives in
danger. Youve got no idea
just how lucky youve been that so far your show-off style of law
enforcement hasnt gotten anyone killed.
Why, Chief,
Priya answered pleasantly.
I do believe youre
jealous. Are you afraid youll
lose your job if I deal with too many dangerous
situations? Well, dont
worry. Im sure there will
be lots of parking tickets you can issue and any number of drunks you can
haul off to the slammer. You
just leave the realy difficult cases to
me. Or would you rather I go
on TV and tell everyone that the only superheroine in the city has been forbidden
to save any lives by the Chief of Police?
The Chief ground his
teeth. The police were already
under heavy criticism following a round of scandals involving police brutality,
corruption, and plain incompetence.
It would not go down well with the Police Commission if Victorygirl
was excluded from her crimefighting
endeavours.
Go ahead then, you
little whore. Just try not to
get anyone killed.
Oh no, Chief,
Priya responded. I think
thats more your department.
The Chief turned an even
darker shade of red. They both
knew that Priya was referring to a horrendous shootout in which the police
had accidentally killed and wounded a half dozen innocent
bystanders.
Fuck you, the
Chief swore.
Not today, Priya
laughed. Youre a
bit too old for me. Without
waiting for an answer she rose into the air and after describing a slow circle
in front of the cameras, she headed straight for the
bank.
Speed in a hostage situation
was critical. She was relying
on the fact that the thugs inside the bank could not react fast enough to
harm anyone before she was on top of
them. It was a good
bet. At full speed her
body was just a blur and she was helped by the fact that the bank stood in
a relatively open area. She
had determined when she arrived that the sun would be behind her when she
made her move. She doubted that
anyone in the bank would even see her until it was too
late.
She also didnt take
the obvious route into the bank.
They would be excepting her to take the front door or one of the
windows. Instead she headed
straight for one of the top floors and burst in through an upper
window.
She found herself in a rather
plush executive suite, but she didnt bother to chat with the startled
businessmen or admire the plush
furniture. She headed straight
for the elevator shaft. As she
wrenched open the door she smiled to
herself. There was more than
one way to gain the main floor.
The hostage takers were in for a real
surprise.
She dropped twenty stories
straight down. As she expected
the elevator itself was on the bottom floor, but she knew that the hostage
takers had probably disabled it by pushing the emergency
button. She could hear the bells ringing all the way down the
shaft.
She smashed through the
access hatch in the top of the elevator without stopping and rushed through
the open doors. As she entered
the main floor of the bank her eyes swept the room, taking in everything
in less than a split second. There
were about thirty people in the bank, six robbers and two dozen
hostages.
The hostages were lying
face down on the floor, two men with guns standing over
them. Another two were standing at the windows, watching the
police outside, and the last two were behind the customer service
area. One of them was holding
a phone. No doubt he had been
talking to the police.
She didnt even pause
to make a decision. She might
be vain and attention seeking, but Priya was good at what she
did. Without hesitation she
headed straight for the two men guarding the hostages.
To her superheroine senses
everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
The men by the hostages began to turn their heads in the
direction of her attack, but they never finished before she was on top of
them. She didnt hit them
hard. She had never forgotten
the sickening smack when her fist had smashed through the skull of a hold-up
man early in her career, but her fists hit them hard enough that both men
were unconscious before they hit the
floor.
Even as they were falling
she was moving toward the two men at the
windows. They just had time
to turn before she took out each of them, slamming their bodies hard into
the thick glass of the banks
windows. The entire attack had
lasted less than a couple of seconds and she was already heading toward the
last two robbers. And then
everything seemed to speed up.
Priya knew at once what
had happened. The Victorygirl
drug had worn off. She had taken
only enough to get her to the interview and back, a period of about two
hours. She had completely forgotten
that any extra exertion of her superheroine powers used up the drug at several
times the normal rate.
Shit, she
thought. What a time for
this to happen. The last
two robbers were over thirty feet away, but without her super speed there
was no way of reaching them before they reacted and no way of dealing with
them in any case without her super
powers. For all intents and
purposes she was nothing more than an extraordinarily attractive young female
in a V-string bikini facing two heavily armed
men. There was only one thing
she could do.
She came to a complete halt
in the middle of the bank and placed her hands on her
hips. Thrusting out her chest, she stared calmly at the two
remaining robbers who were staring at her in stunned amazement from behind
the customer service counter.
Well boys, she
asked in her loudest and (she hoped) most confident
voice. Are you going to
come quietly or do I have to give you the same treatment as your four friends
received?
The two men looked at her
with a mixture of fear, curiosity, and finally
lust. Priya was used to all
three reactions, but she hoped that the first emotion was the dominant
one. She could imagine what
must be running through the minds of the two remaining bank
robbers. They had just seen
an incredibly beautiful and deadly young woman disable four men without effort
in less than two seconds. They
must have known that they would be next and must be wondering why she had
stopped.
Priya moved slowly toward
the hostages, placing herself between the two remaining men and the people
lying on the floor as if she was protecting
them. She had to gamble that
the two last two robbers would think she was attempting to protect the hostages
and not call her bluff. At the
same time she was desperately hoping that one of the hostages would have
the intelligence to get to his or her feet and go for the
police.
Youre finished
you know, she continued.
Lay down your guns and I wont have to kick your backsides
from one end of the bank to the other.
One of the robbers slowly
stepped forward. He was still
holding his gun. Behind her
Priya could hear movement as several of the hostages did what she had hoped
and took advantage of the situation to
escape. The robber who was moving
seemed not to notice. His eyes
were fixed on her and there was something in them that made Priya distinctly
uneasy.
I dont think
so, said the robber slowly.
I dont know what just happened, but there is something
funny going on here. You had us completely at your mercy, but decided not to
finish the job. I think that
is because you had no choice.
Somethings happened to your powers hasnt
it?
Priya continued to bluff,
but she had broken out in a cold sweat.
Part of it was from the reaction that always followed when the drug
wore off, but a good deal of it was
fear. In all of her career as
a superheroine she had never faced any criminals without her
powers. The man facing her was
over six feet tall and powerfully built.
In addition, he was still armed.
If he was any kind of shot he could bring her down before she took
a single step.
She held her
ground. You know nothing
of my powers. I can take you
any time. Save yourself a lot
of pain and lay down your guns.
The other robber spoke
up. Shes faking
it, Brett. Look at
her. You can see the sweat pouring off
her. Rather than lowering his gun he raised it, drawing a bead
on Priyas chest.
Behind her Priya could hear
more hostages making a break for it.
The robber who had spoken to Brett noticed it as
well. Hey, the fucking hostages are getting
away.
Let em go,
Mike. We dont need
them. I think weve got
ourselves a superheroine instead.
Brett placed a hand on the counter and vaulted over
it. He crossed the space to
Priya in four strides. He loomed
over her. Thats
right isnt it, bitch?
Weve got you and if weve got you we dont need any
other hostages.
You havent got
me yet, Priya retorted. As
part of her training and as a way to keep in shape Priya had studied several
forms of martial arts. As Brett
stood in front of her she aimed what she hoped was a disabling blow at his
crotch.
The only problem was that
Brett seemed to have done a bit of studying himself, or perhaps it was that
she telegraphed her blow. In
any case, as her knee came up he stepped back and then moving forward he
clipped the side of her head with the barrel of his
gun.
Stunned by the cowardly
blow, the petite heroine fell to her
knees. Somehow she managed to
remain conscious, but that only made it all the more mortifying as Brett
pushed her to the floor, jerked her arms behind her, and then bound her
securely.
Priya yelped in pain as
the thug grabbed her hair and yanked her to her
feet. Now you know what
youre up against dont you
bitch? He leered into her
face. You and I are going
to have some fun before were through.
Priya stared back at him
in confusion. How could she
have let this happen? She was
Central Citys most powerful heroine, and she had been brought to her
knees by a couple of common thugs.
How could she have been so stupid as to forget that she had taken
only a small amount of the drug that enabled her superheroine
powers?
Not so self assured
now are you heroine? Im
not sure what happened to you, but its nothing compare to whats
going to happen.
You,
son-of-a-bitch. Let me go or
Ill make to sorry you ever laid eyes on
me. Priya glowered at
the thug who had captured her. Her
response was part anger, part fear, and part
lust. What would this humiliating
turn of events do to her carefully nurtured heroine
image? It would make her a
laughingstock. Who ever heard
of a superheroine being captured by a couple of lowlife
gangsters?
Laying my eyes on
you is the least of what I plan to do, Brett
replied. He slid his had under
the thin band of cloth that partially covered her left
breast. Priya winced as he closed
his hand hard over the soft flesh, but at the same time she almost moaned
in pleasure.
Get your hands off
me you prick! Priya cried.
She was more afraid of responding to his fondling than she was of
what he was doing, but at the same time she was outraged that he would dare
treat any woman that way.
In reply the robber boss
pinched her nipple. Priya clenched
her teeth. That
hurt. And it drove home just
how vulnerable she was. If Brett chose he could do anything he wanted to her,
including subjecting her to the most depraved of sexual
tortures. She had watched his
face as he hurt her and there was nothing of normal pleasure in his
eyes. He was enjoying hurting
her. It sent cold thrill of
fear through her.
You bastard,
she grunted. You get your
jollies out of hurting women?
Youre nothing but a gutless coward.
Before Im finished
with you bitch youre going to be crying in
pain. Im going to hurt
you like youve never been hurt
before. He slid his hands
lower, going to the mound that hid her
sex. Jesus, he crowed,
I see youre well
prepared. He slid his
hands over her vulva stroking her and then inserted a finger between her
nether lips.
Priya experienced two reactions,
one of shame and one of arousal.
He had discovered her carefully depilated
pussy. It had cost small fortune
to have the hair permanently removed, but she thought it had been worth
it. She had, however, never
counted on some small-time criminal fondling her there.
She bit back a
moan. Christ, if he touched
her one more time she wouldnt be able to control herself, but just
then Bretts accomplice yelled at
him.
Stop fucking with
the heroine and give me a hand.
The police could stage a rush at any
time. They dont know
weve got her hostage.
Reluctantly, Brett withdrew
his hand and Priya breathed more easily.
Later, bitch, Brett
commented. Ill be
looking forward to fucking your tight little ass.
The horror of her situation
almost drove away her lust. She
was in the hands of a sadistic thug.
If there was a worse scenario she couldnt think of
one. What would that gain
you? Priya asked. That
sort of brutality will simply get you a longer jail
sentence.
With all the crimes
Ive committed Ill be in for life anyhow, Bret
replied. Might as well
add rape and torture to the list.
They cant give me any more for
that. Besides, its not
every day that I get to work over a superheroine.
Priya gasped in pain as
Brett roughly propelled her toward the
door. He had used a lamp cord
to bind her elbows together so that they were pinched into the middle of
her back. It was incredibly
painful, making it very hard to breathe while at the same time forcing her
to arch her back and thrust her prominent breasts
forward. She began to sweat
in fear and apprehension. Suddenly
she felt her sexual desire returning.
Somehow her very helplessness had her incredibly
aroused.
Oh God, she
thought. Im completely
at their mercy. They can do
anything they want with me.
Suddenly, she was very very
frightened. So frightened that
her terror drove all thoughts of sex out of her
mind. For a few seconds she
had found her situation sexually stimulating, but that was gone, replaced
by a leaden weight in her guts that would not go
away.
Holding her by the arms,
Brett marched her across the room to the front entrance of the
bank. Holding her by the cord
that bound her arms he pushed her into the open, but stayed directly behind
her, using her as a human shield.
Brett shouted over her head
to the waiting SWAT team.
Ive got your heroine.
If you want her to live another five minutes youll listen very
carefully to what I have to say.
It was her worst
nightmare. Not only had she
failed to apprehend the bank robbers, but she had been taken hostage
herself. She could see the news cameras trained on her and knew
that she would be on every six oclock
newscast. It was not the type
of publicity she had been hoping for.
To be captured by such low level criminals was the ultimate
humiliation. She wanted to shrink
into the concrete and disappear as Brett made his demands.
Had it been up to Chief
Meyers she doubted that any of the demands would have been
met. He would have welcomed her demise, but even his intense
dislike did not blind him to the fact that he had to at least give the
appearances of being on her side.
He gave Brett everything he
asked for. It was only as the
powerful SUV was speeding away from the bank with her tied in the back seat
that she realized giving Brett and the other bank robbers what they demanded
was the perfect way for the police chief to be rid of
her. One of Bretts demands
was that he and his gang not be
followed. If that demand was
carried out there would be little hope of rescue.
It was only then that
Priyas fear exceeded her state of
arousal. Suddenly she was scared
stiff. What if Brett and his
men had their way with her and then
No, she
thought. The idea was
unthinkable. Superheroines were
not kidnapped and murdered. Were
they? She had never heard of
such a thing. But she came to
the sudden understanding that it was the perfect way to dispose of
her. However, she decided to
brazen it out. As the car sped
into the tunnel beneath the East River, she opened her mouth and voiced her
displeasure.
Youll never
get away with this. You better
let me go. Im a
superheroine. Ive got
powerful friends. She
felt foolish making such threats.
The robbers had tied her ankles together and bent her knees up and
secured them to the cord binding her
elbows. She could hardly move
and could barely draw a breath.
Her only consolation was the fact that no one had made the least effort
to remove her costume. But then
there really was no need. The
V-string bikini was so brief that it hid very little of her body and quite
possibly the robbers preferred to let her keep her clothing for the time
being.
Her protests gained
Bretts attention. It was
clear that he was the leader of the bank
robbers. When he gave orders
everyone carried them out.
Never get away with it? Brett asked.
Id say were
doing pretty well so far.
You must be
crazy,Priya continued.
Do you really think the police wont follow
you. No doubt the car is bugged
and there is a police helicopter somewhere
overhead.
I thought about
that, Brett answered smugly.
Thats why were taking the
tunnel. A copter cant
see us in here.
But you have to come
out, Priya insisted.
Youll be spotted as soon as you
do.
Brett only
smiled. Priya soon saw why a
few minutes later.
The SUV came to a halt halfway
through the tunnel. Priya wondered
what that was all about until her feet were loosened and she was pulled out
of the vehicle. She saw that
they had stopped by a door in the wall of the
tunnel. All at once she
understood. Shit,
she thought. Theyre
going to try to escape through one of the maintenance
tunnels.
Brett grinned at her
expression. Not so stupid
now am I? And dont worry
I havent forgotten about you.
When we get to where were going you and I are going to have
a nice long session.
The after-effects of the
superheroine drug had worn off.
Priya now felt only fear at Brettss
suggestion. There were a total
of six bank robbers. What if
every one of them decided to have a
turn? Several of them had openly
threatened her when they had regained
consciousness. A few of the
threats had been extremely graphic in their
brutality. Suddenly the
thought of being at the mercy of a band of criminals was not quite so appealing,
but she was given no further chance to
object.
Before she could protest
Brett suddenly stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth and tied it in
place. Dont want
you giving us away, he grinned.
Taking her by the arm he directed her through the open
doorway. With a loud clang it
closed behind her.
Priya didnt have much
time to take in her surroundings.
She was force marched through the tunnel as the robbers hurried in
their attempt to escape. She
noticed only that she was in a long concrete
tunnel. Here and there a door
opened to one side or the other, but the robbers ignored them, moving through
the semidarkness as fast as they could.
Within minutes, Priyas
chest was heaving. She simply
couldnt enough air through her nose and the gag prevented her from
breathing through her mouth. Her
captors, however, ignored her distress and moved on without paying her any
attention, except to jerk her roughly by the arms when she moved too
slowly. By the time their frantic
pace slowed, she was ready to collapse.
It looks all clear,
boss, said one of the men.
Priya had heard him called Fred.
Apparently the gang members all used first names when they were on
a job. Probably none of them
were real. It mattered very
little to Priya what they called one another, but she had particular reason
to remember Fred. He was a huge
man, probably weighing well over three hundred pounds and during the ride
in the SUV he had made a point of telling her in graphic detail everything
he was going to do to her.
Right, Brett
answered. Is the van
there?
Right where we parked
it, Fred answered.
Alright, lets
go, but keep a tight hold on the heroine just in
case.
No problems about
that, Fred grinned. He
placed his hand on Priyas right breast as he manhandled her
forward.
Priya grunted in pain as
Freds huge hand crushed her
breast. It gave her an idea
of what to look forward to, and she was filled with an almost overwhelming
sense of panic. Her knees almost
buckled in fear and she would have fallen had Fred not held her
up.
Come on, bitch,
the huge man growled. I
cant fuck you here. Wait
until we get to the hideout.
He helped her to the van, opened the back door and literally threw
her inside.
Priya found herself in a
walled off area in the back of the van.
It was empty except for her and sealed off from the rest of the van
by a metal grill. It made the
perfect place to keep her as the van started up and drove
off. Any thoughts about somehow
getting the door open and jumping out of the moving vehicle were banished
when she heard the click of the doors
locking. She was trapped until
her captors let her out.
The drive to wherever they
were going was uneventful. There
were no windows in the van so she could only see through the front windshield
and that view was obscured by the grill and the heads of the gang
members. Several times one of
them turned around in his seat to stare at
her. She didnt like the
way any of them looked at her.
What am I going to
do? she wondered. She
had sometimes fantasized about being captured and forced to submit to the
attentions of a bunch of criminals, but the reality was horribly
different. Except for Brett, who was sort of cute, none of the gang
members were the sort she would normally have slept
with.
There was Mike, who had
been with Brett when she had been taken
prisoner. He was heavyset, with
several days growth of beard and a slight
beer-belly. Next there was
Tony. He was thin, pimply-faced
and had teeth that looked as if they had never been anywhere near a
toothbrush. The forth member
of the band was Phil. He was
older than the others, probably in his forties, and looked as if his life
had been pretty rough. He had
a fairly long beard and a nose that was heavily veined, possibly from too
close an acquaintance with the bottle.
Then there was George. He
was a scowling thug in his mid-thirties.
She thought that there was something very strange about
him. He never smiled and when
he turned his cold blue eyes on her it sent shudders down her
spine. And finally there was
Fred. He had already made his
intentions more than clear. She
felt complete helplessness and dread as the van slowed and then drove into
what seemed to be a large industrial building.
Brett got out of the
drivers seat and marched around to the rear
doors. He opened them, and taking
Priya by the arm pulled her out of the
vehicle. Home sweet
home, he grinned.
Priya looked around
her. She was inside what appeared
to be a warehouse. The van was
parked next to a loading dock with a flight of concrete stairs at one
end. Brett led her toward the
stairs and then up them onto the loading
dock. From there he moved her
toward a door. Fred was already
there. The big thug produced
a key and unlocked the door. With
a knowing sneer he motioned for Brett and Priya to precede him into the
room.
It was not what she had
expected. She was picturing
the inside of a warehouse with rows of industrial shelving and stacks of
cardboard boxes; instead what she walked into was a large and rather comfortable
living area, complete with a widescreen HD TV; several comfortable couches;
and a bar and refrigerator. It
was obvious that no members of the gang were into
cleaning. The room stank of
tobacco smoke and contained several ashtrays filled to
overflowing. Numerous empty
bottles and cans littered the room, standing on almost every level
surface. Plates of partly eaten
food and empty pizza boxes were scattered about.
Brett made no apologies
for the mess. He pushed her
forward until she was standing in the middle of the
room. All the gang members filed
in and stood in a circle around her.
Priya almost wet herself.
It was everything she could do not to sink to the floor and curl up
into a ball. Her heart was beating
so rapidly that she felt like a rabbit surrounded by hungry
wolves.
What do you think
shes worth? Mike asked.
Think we could get a couple hundred grand for
her?
Well have to
see, answered Brett. Who
knows how much the city will pay to get its superheroine
back. But if we start high we
cant go too wrong.
A couple of hundred
thousand? Priya thought. She
spent that much in a couple of months of casual
shopping. But she couldnt
ransom herself. It would give
away her secret identity. But
on the other hand if paying her own ransom was the difference between being
set free or remaining a prisoner, then what choice did she
have?
Whats all this
talk about ransom? someone said.
It was the first time Priya had heard that voice and she turned her
head in the direction of the speaker.
It was George, and his tone was distinctly
menacing.
Since when did we
become kidnappers? he continued.
Were bank robbers.
I say we fuck her, beat her up, and then get rid of
her. Ransoming her is too
risky.
Well, Brett
answered, I think its too late to worry about being
kidnappers. Weve already
got her. I agree about the fucking,
but bumping her off seems like a hell of a
waste. We could get more for
her than in ten bank jobs. I
expect a few million wouldnt be out of
range.
Why dont we
try her out now? Tony suggested.
Who knows? It might
be weeks before we can arrange a ransom.
We might as well find out if shes worth
keeping.
An excellent idea,
Brett agreed. Im
sure our heroine wont mind if we find out if shes worth keeping
alive.
As he finished speaking
he removed the gag, allowing Priya to draw a proper breath for the first
time in over an hour. She sucked
in several lungfuls of air and then gasped out a
protest. You cant
do this, she said, when she was able to catch her
breath. Im a
superheroine. Youve got
to treat me with respect.
Brett laughed for a good
thirty seconds as did the men around
her. All but
George. Youre really
something, the gang leader finally
said. You dress like a
whore at a bachelor party and talk about
respect. Ill give you
respect. Without warning he
backhanded her across the face.
The blow sent Priya spinning
across the room. She would have
hit the floor had she not been knocked across the back of one of the
couches. Before she could fall
Brett arched her across the back of the couch and then separated the straps
of her bikini, revealing her flawless
breasts. He gave a quick jerk
on the material and tore the flimsy costume from her
body. Hold her there,
he ordered. Its
time to get started.
No, Priya whimpered
as Brett dropped his pants. He
was already sporting an erection large enough to bulge out the front of his
undershorts. When he slid them
down his member stood up at an angle of forty five
degrees. Someone (she thought it was Mike), held her from behind,
keeping her arched over the couch.
When Brett spread her legs, she almost lost her
composure.
You fucking
bastard, she raged.
Youll pay for this.
Youll wish youd never laid eyes on
me.
Brett
chuckled. Im a fucking
bastard alright. But its you Im going to be
fucking.
Enjoy.
As he spoke the last word
he entered her. Priya grunted
in pain and screamed in rage.
You cocksucker! You
fucking asshole! Ill kill
you!
Her next words were lost
in a cry of pain as Brett penetrated her to the full length of his shaft
and one of the men around her squeezed her left
breast. No, she
whimpered.
No.
Stop. Youre hurting
me.
That the whole idea,
you little slut. Brett
withdrew a little and then drove into her
again. He then began to pump
into her rapidly, bringing himself to a level of excitement that was so extreme
that he ejaculated into her inside of a minute.
What a man,
jeered Mike. You sure
know how to pleasure a woman.
Its not her
pleasure Im concerned about.
Besides, I dont plan to fuck her only
once. The next time Ill
give her something more to remember me by.
Brett stepped aside and
Mike took his place. There seemed
to be a well defined pecking order in the
gang. Priya wondered who would
be after Mike even as he took her.
Mikes initial thrust
was not nearly as painful as Bretts had
been. But that was because Priya
was now well lubricated by Bretts
semen. However, the
second-in-command took a good deal longer than Brett before he was
satisfied.
You
wont
get
away
with
this,
Priya gasped as Mike thrust rhythmically into
her.
Ill
get
even.
She sure talks a good
fight, George commented as he squeezed Priyas breast yet
again. But without her
superpowers she's nothing but another helpless
slut.
Priya tired to hide her
pain and humiliation. Her breasts
hurt like blazes from Georges cruel mauling; her face was bruised from
where Brett had slapped her; her head ached from the blow from Bretts
gun; and her vagina was beginning to feel as if it was being
sandpapered. Bretts initial penetration had come without any
preparation and although she was slipperier the second time, she was far
from properly lubricated. The
rape hurt, and it was going to get worse.
That prediction was proven
true when the next man took her.
It was George and the huge man had a phallus to match his
size. She could not help letting out a cry of pain as he entered
her. It was like being raped
by a jackhammer and was made worse by the fact that George placed his full
weight on top of her. The huge
man squeezed the breath from her lungs and put so much weight on her pelvis
that she was sure it was going to break.
She screamed in
pain.
St
.Stop!
Youre
crushing
Agghhhh! She could not hold back her scream of agony as Fred slammed
the full length of his phallus into her.
He was incredibly big and normal intercourse with him would have had
to be very gradual. To be spiked
like a railroad tie was agonizing.
Physically and mentally exhausted, Priya could no longer play the
part of the brave heroine. She
screamed and pleaded like a frightened girl.
Tony took her next and then
George. Phil had his turn
last. He was mercifully quick,
but by then Priya was almost past
caring. However, her ordeal
was far from over. It was
Bretts turn again.
Youve got a
nice tight cunt, the gang leader
commented. At least it
was. Now lets see what
your ass is like.
Priya cried out in
protest. No, please
dont. Her pleasure
garden felt as if it was on fire after the sextuple rape and her breasts
throbbed with pain due to Georges
mauling. The thought of anal
rape was terrifying. She had
only tried anal sex once with a boyfriend who was not particularly well
endowed. Even that had been
painful. Bretts member
was at least double the size.
Please, she
cried again as Brett pried her legs
apart. She was looking face
down into the cushions of the couch, her heavy breasts winging back and forth
as she struggled. She contracted
her sphincter in an attempt to keep him out, but he pushed his finger into
her anus, smearing it with some sort of cool
jelly. Then he parted her buttocks and began to press into
her.
He grunted at the effort
it took. Thats it,
bitch, he grunted.
Fight. It makes
the victory all the more pleasurable.
Priya let out a whimper
as Brett slid slowly into her. It
was a real battle. Her powerful
buttocks were so tight that he could penetrate her only a millimetre at a
time. But he gradually had his
way, forcing his thick phallus into her until with a sudden thrust he was
inside her.
Eeeaagghh!
Priyas scream told clearly of her
defeat. But she wasnt
finished. As Brett enjoyed her
she screamed again and again, her resistance
broken.
Might as well put
that mouth to some use, Mike
commented. He was standing facing
her, his pants around his ankles and his male member at the
ready. While Priya screamed
he grabbed her by the hair, bent her head back and forced his cock between
her pouting lips. Priyas
screams were muffled as he forced the head of his shaft to the back of her
throat. Priya did not cooperate,
but Mike seemed not to care. He
fucked her mouth while Brett fucked her ass, both men pumping in and out
of her with complete disregard for anything but their own
pleasure.
After that the other members
of the gang became a little more
inventive. It was Freds
turn next, but he teamed up with Tony and George to make it a
foursome. Priya moaned as Tony
and George manhandled her onto Georges thick
phallus. He was lying on his back on the couch and they lifted
her so that she was suspended above him and then lowered her onto
him.
To Priyas now tender
cunt, it was as if she was being
impaled. She cried out and begged
for mercy as the three men forced the throbbing member into
her. Then while Fred pulled
her to him, Tony climbed onto the couch and took her from
behind.
Her will to resist broken,
Priya screamed for them to let her go, but of course that did not
happen. Instead George forced
his way into her mouth and then the three gangsters spent the next hour enjoying
themselves at her expense. The
triple rape left her too beaten and exhausted to even notice when Phil finally
took his turn. The violation
turned into one long drawn out ordeal as she was repeated raped in as many
ways as her captors could devise.
When Priya was finally left alone she was too beaten to even
notice.
They let her sleep; or rather
her captors took a few hours off from fucking
her. They were, however, far
from finished with her.
She awoke in a haze of
pain. The pain in her loins
and breasts was sheer agony, and small
wonder. She was bruised from
her thighs to her waist and her tender breasts were covered with bruises
and bite marks. She was still
bound, her arms still twisted so painfully behind her that she could hardly
breath. She had no feeling in
her arms below the elbow and she feared that her circulation was completely
cut off.
She also stank
abominably. She was caked in
sweat and semen and her thighs were stained to her knees with dried
blood. As she opened her eyes she moaned loudly, alerting the
men around her.
Brett stood in front of
her. God you stink,
the gang leader sneered.
Not much of a heroine now are you?
Priya bowed her head, but
some spark of resistance flared in her.
Youre scum, she
replied. Her voice was thick
from lack of water and hoarse from screaming, but her tone was completely
defiant. You think that
taking a helpless woman makes you a man, but it
doesnt. It simply shows how weak and pathetic you are, that you
have to prove your manhood by violating someone who cant fight
back. Youre nothing but
a gutless coward.
Brett turned bright red
and his face twisted in anger.
Priya couldnt resist sticking the knife a little
deeper. You know it
dont you? Youre
just a little man, hiding behind your guns and
knives. Taking people hostage
because it gives you a sense of power.
But really youre nothing.
Youre not even good at what you
do. No self-respecting bank
robber would have botched the job so badly he got himself trapped in the
bank. You can fuck me all you
like, but it still wont make you a
man. A real
man.
She stopped speaking, and
stared straight into his eyes, daring him to do something to
her. Bretts mouth twisted
as if he was about to reply, but apparently her could think of nothing to
say. Priya sneered in
contempt. She had put the thug
in his place. It was probably
not the smartest thing she had ever done, but she would not have taken back
a single word. Trapped and helpless,
beaten and brutalized she had stood up to the gang leader and defied him
in his own lair. Somehow, it
made her feel like a heroine again.
You fucking little
whore, Brett said, finally finding his
voice. Well see
just how brave you are after Ive finished with
you. He turned to the
other gang members. Spread
her. Im going to give her a fucking shell remember
for the rest of her life.
Priya resigned herself to
another round of rape and brutality.
She bit back the cry of pain that tried to force its way past her
lips as her legs were yanked apart, but to her surprise Brett made no move
to drop his pants. Instead he
picked up an empty wine bottle.
Priya suddenly had second thoughts about her
outburst. No, she
thought. She tried to hide her
fear. No, he cant
be going to do that.
Dont worry,
bitch, Brett leered.
Ill make sure its well
lubricated. He took out a tube
of KY jelly and began to smear it over the neck of the
bottle.
Whats the matter,
you little whore? Cat got your
tongue? Not so smart mouthed
now, are you? He knelt between
her legs and with the precision of a gynaecologist inserted the top of the
bottle into her vagina.
It went in smoothly for
the first few inches. But Priya
almost wept in fear.
Itll never fit, she
thought. Its too
big. Too big.
She began to breathe heavily,
her bruised breasts quivering as she began to twist her body in a pathetic
attempt to avoid the terrible pain she knew was
coming. Her eyes were stung by the sweat that poured into them,
but she could not tear her eyes away as Brett worked the bottle ever
deeper. And then it began to
hurt.
Other than her heavy breathing
she made no other sound and then a whimper escaped her
lips. The wine bottle was halfway
into her, forcing apart her pelvic bones and stretching her in a way intended
only in childbirth. The
corresponding pain was greater than anything she could have imagined and
there was no respite as the gang leader forced the huge glass dildo deeper
and deeper. Priyas whimper
turned into a sob, and then a cry of pain, and finally a scream of
agony.
Stop, she
screamed. Youll
ruin me. Its too big.
It wont fit.
Brett proved the last statement
false by forcing the bottle in until only its base was
showing. By that time, Priya
was screaming and crying incoherently.
Brett let her scream, and
then black spots swirled in front of Priyas
eyes. The world seamed to fade
and then she fainted.
She didnt stay unconscious
long. The excruciating pain
between her legs told her that.
But the bottle was gone, tossed among the numerous others littering
the room. The couch cushions
between her thighs were stained with her
blood. Brett stood over her,
his entire posture threatening.
That will do for a start.
But its time to get you cleaned
up. If Im going to fuck
you again I dont want you smelling like the inside of a used
condom.
There was no way that Priya
could stand on her own, But Brett rolled her over, untied the cords binding
her arms and hauled her to her feet.
Priya sobbed in pain at the returning
circulation. It felt as if her
arms were on fire, but at least she had
feeling. She had feared that
the circulation had been cut off so long that permanent damage might have
been done. Still, she cried
out at the agonizing rush of blood back into her
forearms. She cried even more
when the brutal gang elder forced her to stand then marched her across the
room, twisting her right arm behind her to make sure she stayed on her
feet.
Somehow Priya found the
strength to do it and found herself being taken through a door into a hallway
that opened on a well appointed
bathroom. In spite of the fact
that the hideout was obviously occupied by a bunch of slobs it appeared that
they didnt mind spending money on things that
mattered. Although it couldnt
compare with Priyas own luxury bathroom, it had everything it
needed. Brett kicked aside the towels that littered the floor
and pushed Priya into the shower.
Get yourself cleaned up.
Ill be coming for you in half an hour and if youre not
clean Im going to shove that bottle up your
ass.
Priya had no doubt that
he would do it, but she needed no urging to settle herself into the shower,
but first she went to the sink and downed a half dozen glasses of
water. She was completely
dehydrated. During her ordeal
her captors had given her nothing to eat or
drink.
Her thirst slaked, she went
to the shower and opened the door.
Fortunately it was a fully modern installation, complete with a fold-down
seat. She turned on the water,
sat down, and let the water play over her battered
body. It was the most wonderful
and relaxing shower she had ever had.
As the stink of her ordeal was washed from her body a feeling stole
over her that was almost euphoric.
For a few minutes the horror and degradation of her ordeal was literally
washed away and it was several minutes before she could lift a hand to apply
the soap and shampoo.
The warm water seemed her
help restore her circulation and she was able to move her fingers well enough
to lather her velvet skin and shampoo her silken
hair. In the back of her mind,
however, was Bretts parting
threat. He would call for her
in only half an hour. The sudden
surge of fear that thought created had her finishing her shower faster than
she would have liked.
Ive got to get
out of here, she muttered.
Perhaps theyve left the door
unguarded.
She now lamented the fact
that her time in the shower had robbed her of the opportunity to
escape. However, she knew that
had she attempted to escape earlier she would have lacked the
strength. The short time in the shower seemed to have somehow revived
her. Was it possible that she
still retained a little bit of her superheroine
powers? She had no time to analyse the
situation. Dripping water from
her velvet brown skin she crossed the bathroom and opened the door a
crack. To her surprise the corridor outside was completely
deserted. Was it possible that
the bank robbers were actually that
incompetent? And then she heard
a sound that explained everything.
It was
unmistakable. The hoarse shouts
of police officers as they ordered the bank robbers to surrender left no
doubt about what was going on.
Ive been saved, she
thought. She could hardly believe
her good fortune. The sense
of relief that swept over her was almost
orgasmic. In just a few seconds
her fate had changed 180 degrees.
She was free. She could
go back to her adoring public and fight crime again.
But I cant go
looking like this, she thought.
She was naked, dripping wet, and her hair was a
mess. Not only that, but her
body was covered in the brutal evidence of her
ordeal. She was bruised and
battered, her body displaying bite-marks and the ugly abrasions corresponding
to being gang raped. To be rescued
in that condition was unthinkable.
She looked around for something to put on her nude
body. If she could just delay
rescue a few minutes she could make herself presentable and perhaps even
make her way home undetected, although she hadnt thought that last
problem out very well.
She spotted a large bath
towel. It would hide her body
well enough if she wrapped it about her.
She was just reaching for it when the door to the bathroom burst
open.
Chief Meyers!
Priya stood with her arm
outstretched, her naked body completely on
display. For a few seconds the
Police Chief just stared at her; then he slowly nodded, a small smile playing
about his lips.
Well, he
murmured. Fancy meeting
you here.
For one of the few times
in her life Priya could think of nothing to
say. She simply stood in mid-stride,
staring back at the Chief. Then
he did something very strange.
Slowly he closed one eye in an obvious wink and without a word tossed
something toward her. Then he closed the bathroom
door. Outside Priya could hear the sound of his
voice. Nothing in
there. Take that scum out to the paddy
wagon. Ill check over the rest of the
joint.
Priya breathed a sigh of
relief. The man she had least
expected to help her had done something completely
astonishing. In disbelief she
looked at her costume. It was
torn, the bikini straps snapped when Brett had torn it off, but she could
easily tie them together. As
quickly as she could she dressed.
Just having her costume on made her feel immeasurably
better. Already her mind was
buzzing with some way of getting out of the mess she had gotten herself into
and preserving her reputation. But
first she had to find her way home and restore her superheroine
powers. It was imperative that
she appear before her fans as soon as possible to quiet any wild
rumours.
She waited until the uproar
outside the bathroom died down before she made her
move. Slipping silently from the bathroom she listened carefully
outside the living room before peering into the
room. It was a shambles; furniture smashed and the numerous
liquor bottles and ashtrays scattered over the
floor. On the carpet was a dark
stain that did not appear to be
alcoholic. It appeared that
some of the gang members had not gone
quietly.
She found it strange that
the hideout was seemed completely
deserted. Why had no one stayed
to collect evidence? However, she was not about to question her good
fortune. She was free, now she
only had to figure out some way to get
home. Perhaps if she was incredibly
lucky there might still be a vehicle in the garage, although the chances
that Brett had obligingly left the keys in it really would be too good to
be true.
She headed for the door,
still alert for any sound that the police might still be there when she heard
a slight sound behind her. She
whirled in surprise and found Chief Meyers standing in the doorway she had
just come through. He must have
been further in the hideout checking for any evidence.
Chief Meyers,
she said again. For a second
she hesitated and then blurted out a thank
you. You saved me,
she continued. I know
I shouldnt have expected it, but it shows that you are a true professional,
putting your work before your feelings.
I cant thank you enough.
I think you can,
the Chief replied. He had moved
across the room so that he was standing just three feet from
her. He hardly had to move to plant his fist in her
stomach.
Whufff! The air whooshed out of Priyas lungs like a punctured
balloon. The blow picked up
her petite body and hurled it over a coffee table where she lay gasping
desperately for breath.
Chief Meyers didnt
give her a chance to recover. He
snapped a pair of handcuffs over her wrists, securing her hands in front
of her and then picking her up carried her from the room and down the
hall. He bypassed the bathroom and kicked open the door to another
room. Ive always
wanted to do this, he said as he tossed Priya onto the four poster
bed.
Forcing her arms over her
head he unlocked the cuffs and then relocked them around one of the bars
of the bedstead to that her arms were over her
head. Then she stood up and
looked her over. Looks
like that bunch of assholes really worked you
over. I hope youre up
to what Im going to do.
Priya yanked at the handcuffs,
rattling the bed, but she was completely
helpless. You cant
do this, she protested.
Youre an officer of the
law. Youre sworn to protect
women not
Not fuck them?
Meyers finished for her.
Youre right about
that. But in your case Im
going to make an exception. After
all what are you going to do? Go
to the media and tell them everything that happened to
you? Not bloody
likely. That would ruin your
reputation. Youre nothing
but a glory hunting whore and Im going to treat you like
one.
Fuck you, Priya
replied.
Meyers
smiled. No, it going to
be you who gets fucked and its going to be the fucking of your
life.
Priya already thought she
had received the fucking of her life, but she was not so sure when Meyers
undressed. Although in his forties,
the Chief was in good shape, with just a hint of a paunch and he was hung
better than any man she had ever seen except
George. To her considerable
chagrin she felt a strange sensation come over her as he climbed onto the
bed, parted her bikini and took her left nipple into his
mouth.
Oh no, she
thought. This cant
be happening to me. Not with
him. Not after the number of times Ive already been
screwed. But there was
no denying the hardening of her nipples nor the feeling of warmth that spread
through her loins.
No, she thought
. No, please make it
stop.
But her body wasnt
listening. It was everything
she could do not to arch her back in anticipation as Meyers' lips explored
her body. She felt so helpless,
so vulnerable, so open, so aroused.
Unlike Brett and the other
men who had raped her, Meyers did not brutalize
her. Instead he slowly caressed
her body with his lips and hands until she let out an undisguised
moan of
pleasure. Meyers stopped for
a few seconds. You really
are a little slut. That gang
of thugs fucked you black and blue and now Im about to do the same
and yet youre moaning in desire.
You bastard,
Priya replied. Youre
making me do this. Its
not my fault.
Really? Meyers
replied. Do you want me
to stop? As he asked the
question he slid his hand down over her taut belly and cupped her mound of
Venus.
Yes, Priya
gasped. Please
stop.
I dont think
so, Meyers replied. He
took the straps of her bikini and for the second time snapped them in two
and then he pulled the costume from her body.
Oh god, Priya
thought. I cant
stop him. Hes going to fuck me and Im utterly
helpless.
The bondage had her completely
aroused. As the Police Chief
spread her legs she tugged half-heartedly at the handcuffs for the sake of
appearances if nothing else, but she couldnt hide her state of arousal
as he kissed and fondled his way down her
body. The very fact that he
was not trying to hurt her was such a change from the way the gang had treated
her that she was moaning in pleasure even before he entered
her. As his cock slid home she
arched her body into him and cried out in
ecstasy. She changed her tone
a little as he penetrated her more
deeply. Now her pleasure was
tinged with pain as Meyers impressive organ sank into her tiny
body.
Oh God, she
cried. Oh,
oh!
You want me to stop,
slut? Myers asked
again. This time Priyas reply was to arch herself into
to him so that he could penetrate her to the full length of his
shaft. She cried out as he entered
her fully, but the pain was bearable and the pleasure so intense she that
her vagina contracted, gripping Meyers in a warm fleshy
vise. He grunted in pleasure, his breathing heavy as he approached
orgasm and then he exploded with in her, filling her with his thick
cream.
Priya let out a little moan
of disappointment as he pulled out of
her. He had not fucked her nearly
long enough. I thought you were going to give me the fucking
of my life, she complained.
You hardly lasted half an hour.
Im sorry that
Im not up to your sluttish standards, Meyers
replied. But Im
satisfied and thats all I care about.
A real man would care
more about his partner, Priya
pouted.
Then I guess Im
not a real man then, am I? Meyers replied as he pulled on his
clothes. However, I am
quite satisfied.
You lazy fucker,
Priya cursed. How about
unlocking these handcuffs?
You just dont
get it do you, slut? Didnt
that punch in the gut make it clear how I feel about
you? Youre not going anywhere
until Ive finished with you.
Finished with
me? Priya did not like
the sound of that. What
are you going to do?
Have a little more
fun, Meyers replied. He
was finished dressing. His uniform
was a little rumpled, but there was no other sign that he had just fucked
a superheroine. He leaned across the bed and unlocked the
handcuffs.
About time,
Priya said, attempting to sit up and rubbing her
wrists. But her relief was short
lived. Meyers gave her a forehand
slap across the face that sent her
sprawling. Then before she could
recover he snapped the cuffs back on her, dragged her from the bed and lifting
her slender body hung her from one of the
posts.
Her lip bleeding from the
blow and her head reeling Priya hung helplessly from the post, her feet a
foot off the floor and her slender body exposed to whatever Meyers was
planning. You
son-of-a-bitch, she raged.
Why did you do that?
Let me down you goddamn copper.
After Ive finished
with you, Meyers replied.
Priya was given no time to ask what he meant by that before her hit
her. Her struck her just below her left
breast. The punch drove the
air out of her a second time.
Before she could recover he proceeded to give her the beating of her
life.
He was very
professional. He avoided her
face and took care not to damage her too severely, but he made sure that
he hit as many vulnerable and sensitive parts of her anatomy as he
could. At the end of half an
hour, Priya was barely conscious, her once-gorgeous body a mass of
pain.
I feel a lot better
now, Meyers said, rubbing his
knuckles. Much much
better. But I doubt you enjoyed
it as much as I did.
Priya did not
reply. She was having difficulty
breathing. It felt like one
of the punches had cracked a rib and she was in so much pain she couldnt
imagine trying to speak.
Now you little bitch
its time to say good by. I
hope youre good at swimming.
Priya had no idea what Meyers
meant by the last comment. She
was so badly battered that her brain wasnt
working. All she knew was that
every part of her body hurt. When
Meyers lifted her from the post and tossed her over his shoulder she moaned
in agony. She was only vaguely aware of where he was taking her
and didnt react when he tossed her into the
trunk. Nor did she notice how
long she was in there before the trunk was opened.
The sudden light striking
her eyes temporarily blinded her, but she was aware of a strange surging
sound. At first she could not
place it then she realized that it was the sound of waves breaking on the
shore. Wherever the Chief had
taken her it was close to the ocean.
You like the
seaside? Meyers asked.
I hope so.
Youll be spending a bit of time here.
Priya was still in no condition
to talk. She let out another
whimper as he dragged her from the trunk and then lifted her to his shoulder
once more. Through the haze
of pain she could hear the sound of the waves breaking on the shore getting
louder and louder. Somehow that
worried her; that and the strange clanking sound that accompanied her and
Meyers as he carried her.
It was only when Meyers
set her down that Priya bothered to look
around. She was sitting surrounded
by several large barnacle encrusted rocks in an area of damp
sand. Just a few feet away the
waves were lapping at the base of the
rocks. She noted that sometime
in the past someone had secured a heavy iron ring into one of the
rocks. What purpose it might
have had once she had no idea, but she suddenly had a very bad feeling about
what was going to happen.
Sorry to leave you
here, Meyers said.
But the tide will be in shortly and I have an aversion to getting
my clothes wet.
There was no question as
to what Meyers was going to do.
Priyas wrists were still handcuffed and while she watched he
snapped a second pair around her ankles.
He then ran a length of heavy chain through the cuffs on her ankles
and wrists and then completed the circle by looping the chain through the
large iron ring and locking them together with still a third set of
cuffs.
You cant leave
me here, Priya whined.
If the tide comes in Ill drown.
Its not if the
tide comes in, Meyers answered.
Its when it comes in, and I guess you have about an hour
before it is three feet over your head.
Priya was fully conscious
now, her danger finally penetrating her clouded
mind. You cant do
this. Its
murder. Youre a police
officer.
Yes, Meyers
said. And a damned good
one until you came along and fucked things
up. People started comparing
the police to you and decided that we werent doing a very good
job. With you out of the way
things will return to normal.
Youll never
get away with it, Priya protested, jerking the chain that linked her
to the boulder. Its
cold blooded murder.
You know the really
great thing about this is that it will never be connected to
me. The last time you were seen alive by anyone except those
thugs was when you were taken hostage.
Your disappearance will be blamed on the bank
robbers. And if your soggy body is ever found theyll get
the blame for your murder.
Why dont you
just hit me over the head? Priya
asked. It would be so
much easier.
It would wouldnt
it? Meyers said. But
not nearly as satisfying. Can
you imagine what its going to be like when the water slowly rises around
you, getting deeper and deeper as it creeps up your
body. Then it will finally reach
your head and mouth.
You sadistic
bastard. Youre not a
cop. Youre nothing but a low life
thug.
I wish I could
stay, Meyers said, ending the
conversation. But it is
probably best if I wasnt seen
here. Oh, by the
way. Feel free to scream all
you want. The closest house
is about five miles away.
Priya opened her mouth to
complain, but Meyers was finished
talking. He was already fifty
feet away and within seconds stepped around a large rock and
disappeared.
Shit, Priya
swore. Things just got worse
and worse. She jerked the chain
again, but without her super strength there was no chance of breaking the
links. She looked toward the
ocean. Already she could see
the waves breaking across the rocks just a few yards
away. In a few more minutes
the water would reach her feet and then start to rise toward her
head. She didnt want to
think any farther than that. She
had to get away. Her life as
a superheroine couldnt end with her drowning on some lonely
beach.
She jerked again at the
chain. Think Priya,
she muttered. There must
be something you can do.
Unfortunately, nothing came
to mind. She could only sit
and watch as the water reached her feet and then began to rise up her
body. She knelt in front of
the rising tide and within a few minutes it had reached her thighs and then
her crotch. She was startled
at how cold it was even in the height of
summer.
Priya fought back
panic. Her mind was perfectly
clear now and the situation looked
hopeless. She jerked at the
chains again. It was a completely
useless action, but it brought to mind something that she should have noticed
earlier had she not been so preoccupied with her
plight. The pain of her injuries
was gone. Under different
circumstances that would not have surprised
her. When she took the drug
she had enhanced powers of healing.
The brutal beating Meyers had given her would have healed almost
immediately. However, she no
longer had her powers. Why then
was she still not suffering from the brutal ordeal she had endured both at
the hands of her kidnappers and
Meyers? She remembered
wondering about the same thing earlier and it now seemed confirmed that all
of the effects of the superheroine drug did not wear off right
away. Her powers of healing,
although diminished, still seemed to be
working. Had they not been she
would still be completely
incapacitated.
The discovery, although
interesting did not help her now.
What she was facing could not be dealt with through her powers of
healing. In a short time she
would be drowning and the water had already reached her
waist. She shivered as the cold
water surged higher. It was fortunate that it was the middle of summer or she
would be suffering severely from
hypothermia.
She stretched as high as
she could. But no matter how
she tried she could not raise herself more than a few inches
higher.
The water surged up to her
breasts, lapping against her nipples.
She was shivering now, and not just from the
cold. Fear gripped
her. The mighty Victorygirl
was going to drown, chained helplessly.
I cant die like
this, she whimpered as the water lapped at her
neck. Im only
eighteen. The water seemed
surprisingly cold, or perhaps it was her fear that made it
so. It seemed a pathetic way
to die after all she had been through, and all that she had yet to
do.
The water was now up to
her mouth. She coughed, spitting
salt water as a slight surge sent the water up to her
eyes. She tilted her head, trying to keep her mouth and nose
above water. During all this
time she had not called for help, believing what Meyers had told
her. But now, faced with drowning, she opened her mouth wide
and screamed with all her might.
The sound wailed away,
disappearing among the louder sound of the waves crashing on the rocks around
her. Another surge sent more
water into her open mouth and she coughed again desperately trying to keep
from ducking her head.
The water was over her mouth
now and she could no longer scream.
Another wave rolled in, covering her
head. She kicked frantically
at her fetters, but there was no escape, she succeeded only in removing the
skin from her wrists and ankles, a pain she scarcely noticed as the water
covered her nose.
She took a deep breath as
the water closed over her. She
was doomed, but she would not give up.
She held it as long as she could, unconsciously counting off the
seconds. Ten
, twenty
,
thirty. How long could
she hold her breath? A
minute? Two
minutes? Perhaps
three. No matter, she was going
to drown.
Sixty
seconds. A minute and a
half. Her lungs were straining,
but she refused to release her breath.
Two minutes. There was
a pounding in her ears and her lungs felt like they were on
fire. Two and a half
minutes.
Three. Her vision began
to dim, black spots dancing before her eyes once
again.
Then she detected a movement
in the water. Some vague form
swimming beside her. The vision
blurred, dancing, perhaps treading
water. Her lungs were going
to explode. And then there was
a face in front of her. A
mans face, pushing toward her.
What the hell? Was he
trying to kiss her? It made
no sense. And then his mouth was on hers and she
understood.
Air from his mouth was pushed
into hers. But she already had
a lungful of air. She turned
her head and released the air from her lungs only to find that the man was
gone when she turned her head back.
Now she was suffocating,
her lungs empty; living on the small amount of oxygen that remained in her
blood. And then he was back,
his face pressed to hers. This
time she sucked greedily, taking all he had to give
her.
Air. Second hand air,
but still air. Vaguely she
remembered that human lungs did not remove all the oxygen from the air that
was inhaled. There was still
enough in the air the man breathed into her to keep her
alive
He was gone again, rising
to the surface. She saw that
he was not so very far above her.
Probably just a few feet.
She couldnt see his head and realized that he must be drawing
another breath. And then he dove back
down. As he approached she was
able to see that he was fully dressed, wearing cut-offs and a
T-shirt. He was still wearing
his shoes.
He pressed his lips against
hers, giving her the kiss of life.
Then he was gone again, returning to the surface to refill his
lungs. He dove down again and
Priya wondered how long he could keep it
up. Had someone else been with
him and perhaps gone for help or was he
alone?
He was back
again. How many times had he
breathed air into her lungs?
Five? And how long could he keep it
up? His mouth was on hers again, and once more she greedily
took the life-giving air from his lungs.
He had to be
tiring. Six dives
already. And then seven.
Finally ten. Each dive
giving her a few more seconds of life.
But she doubted her heroic rescuer could keep it up much
longer.
Fifteen dives, now, but
she noted that the interval between each was
increasing. The man was definitely
tiring and she was exhausted as well.
The cold water was sapping her strength and she had not been in
particularly good shape to begin with.
He dove down
again. More slowly this
time. He was fighting his way
through the water as his strength waned.
But she noticed something else.
Was it her imagination or was the distance from the surface to where
she was slightly less than it had been?
Perhaps there was a chance.
If the tide had turned, and if her life-saver had enough endurance,
and if she did not succumb to
hypothermia
It was a lot
of ifs, but there was no alternative if she was to
live.
Five more dives, but she
could definitely see that he did not have to travel as
far. The tide
was
going out. Just a little
longer
Another five dives or maybe
it was six. The top of her head
broke water. She could almost
survive on her own now.
Air! She had survived to the turn of the
tide. But she was still
trapped. Her rescuer seemed
exhausted. Barely about to move,
he splashed through the surf to the shore and then staggered farther up the
beach.
She was surprised that he
did not wait. He must be almost
ready to collapse. Surely he
would want to wait a few minutes just to keep an eye on her if nothing
else.
If her rescuer was exhausted,
then Priya was doubly so. How
long had she been in the numbingly cold
water? An
hour? Two
hours? She had no
idea. She only knew that as the water receded she lacked the
strength to stand. Slowly she
sank into the wet sand, sprawling almost full length in total
collapse.
A sound made her turn her
head and Priya saw, somewhat to her surprise that the man who had saved her
was back. She could get a better
look at him now and saw that he was not much older than she was, probably
in his early twenties. He was
tall and broad-shouldered; his arms well-muscled like those of an Olympic
swimmer. His hair was the colour
of the wet sand, and he studied her with a pair of bright blue
eyes.
He blushed when she caught
him looking at her. Priya realized
that she was, of course, completely
nude. She was not the slightest
bit embarrassed. She was too
much of an exhibitionist for that, but the same did not hold true for the
young man. He desperately tried
to look somewhere that did not light upon a sensitive portion of her
anatomy.
I
I thought
Id try to get you loose, he
stammered. He waved a hammer
and a tire iron as he spoke.
Priya did not reply, but
a slight smile played about her lips.
More than anything she wanted to get somewhere warm and dry, but she
was not blind to the humour of the
situation.
Always carry a few
tools, the young man mumbled as he knelt beside
her. He took a chisel out of
his pocket and placed it against the chain linking the handcuffs on her
wrists. Using a rock as an anvil
he slammed it hard several times.
With a small clink the links parted and Priyas wrists
were free, although she still wore the bracelets.
He repeated the process
with the cuffs binding her ankles, freeing her from the heavy chain that
connected her to the rocks.
Tucking the tire iron and hammer into his pants the young man placed
his hands under her and lifted her.
Almost apologetically he explained his
purpose. I have to get
you somewhere warm. My van is
just up by the road.
He lifted her easily, although
Priya was sure he must have been very tired from all that swimming and
diving. She was now shivering
violently and would not have objected to whatever he was going as long as
it was someplace with a source of heat.
She noted that he must be very cold as
well. He was still dressed and
his clothing was completely soaked.
A five minute walk brought
them to the van. While he carried
her the man talked.
Its a good thing for you I came down
here. I was going to go surfing
and then I heard you scream.
Perhaps when youre warmed up you can tell me how you came to
be down there and who did this too you.
My names Bruce, by the way.
Bruce Wilson. Maybe you
can tell me yours when you are able to talk.
Bruces sentences came
out one after the other with without a pause or break between
them. Clearly he was a little uncomfortable to be carrying an
incredibly beautiful and mysterious nude
woman. Especially one he had found chained to a rock with the
tide surging over her head.
They reached the van at
last. It was an older model
Dodge, spotted with numerous patches of rust, but Priya did not
care. She welcomed any sort of
shelter.
Bruce opened the side panel
and set her inside. There were
several towels, a blanket, an ice chest, and a surfboard on the floor and
he immediately gathered up a couple of the towels and wrapped her in
them. Then he went to the
drivers seat and turned on the
engine. He turned the heat up
high and then put the van in gear.
At that point, Priya found her voice.
Although her teeth were
chattering furiously she managed to stammer out a
question. Wait!
Where are you going?
Ive got to get
you to a hospital. You must
be close to collapsing from hypothermia.
No,
please. Priya
replied. Just let me rest here
awhile. I dont want a
hospital. Ill be
alright.
Bruce looked at her doubtfully,
but to her relief took the van out of
gear. A hospital was the last
place she wanted to be. She
could imagine what the media would make of a superheroine being driven
ignominiously to a hospital by some surfer who had found her on the
beach. It would seriously tarnish
her image.
As the heat flooded into
the van, Priya began to feel a lot
better. She felt some of her
strength returning and with it her
appetite. She hadnt eaten
in almost a day. You
wouldnt have anything to eat would you? she
asked. I think I need
food.
Ive only got
a couple of energy bars, Bruce replied popping open the glove
compartment. And Ive got
a few cans of Coke in the ice chest.
That would be
perfect, Priya replied. She
even managed to flash him a smile as he handed her the energy bars and got
a can of Coke form the ice chest.
She ate slowly, and was
relieved to feel a surge of strength within
her. It was obvious that the
superheroine drug lasted a lot longer than she had
thought. She knew very little
about the mysterious potion that gave her her superpowers and decided that
first chance she got she was going to have to read up on it and find out
exactly what it did.
She drank the Coke quickly,
enjoying the tang of the bubbles on her throat and then looked at
Bruce. A warm feeling had come
over her and it was especially concentrated in her
loins. You must be very
uncomfortable, she said. Why dont you get out of those wet
things? Theres a blanket
you can wrap yourself in.
Actually Ive got a
change of clothes under the seat.
I always carry them just in case.
But I didnt want to change in front of
you.
Thats OK,
Priya said. Ill
close my eyes. She shut
her eyes tightly as she finished.
And in a few seconds she heard Bruces shoes hit the
floor. She waited for about
thirty more seconds and then opened her eyes.
Oh my, she
said. Just look at
that.
Bruce paused with his foot
half out of his boxer shorts. His
fair complexion was crimson with
embarrassment. You said
you would close your eyes, he said accusingly.
I did, Priya
replied sweetly. But now
theyre open. She
made no attempt to alter the direction of her gaze, not even to look at
Bruces face as he spoke. Her
eyes were firmly fixed on the biggest cock she had ever laid eyes
on.
Well, she
thought. Maybe this is
not such a bad day after all.
She dropped the towel covering her breasts and looked at Bruce
expectantly.
Youve got to
be fucking kidding, he said.
An hour or so ago you were
drowning. You should be in a
hospital emergency ward.
Im feeling much
better, Priya smiled.
But Im a little
chilled. I just need something
to warm me up.
Bruce appeared to be already
warmed up. His impressive phallus
quivered and began to swell even as Priya
watched.
I dont believe
this, Bruce said as he stepped toward
her. I find the most beautiful
and mysterious girl in the world drowning on my surfing beach and now she
wants me to fuck her.
You won't fuck anyone
if you dont stop talking and get over here.
Bruce needed no further
invitation. He wasnt the
most sophisticated lover Priya had ever had, but what he lacked in expertise
he more than made up for in youthful
enthusiasm.
He began by sucking both
her nipples erect. Priya was
so aroused that she didnt let him get much farther than
that. She dragged him down on
top if her, wrapped her powerful legs around him and dragged him into
her.
She let out a cry that was
part ecstasy and part surprise. He
was
big. After being fucked
first by George and then by Meyers; plus having a wine bottle shoved into
her, Priya thought she could handle
anything. But apparently her
powers of recovery extended to restoring her vagina to its original
size. Bruces impressive
phallus caught her off guard and she had to bite back a yelp of pain as he
penetrated her. But she recovered
quickly, arching her body into him and digging her nails into his back as
a wave of passion overtook her.
Oh, she
moaned. Give it to
me. Give it all to me.
Bruce accommodated her,
driving into her with the force of a truck and pounding her until she writhed
in pain and pleasure. Priya
hardly knew what to believe. One
second she was swimming in carnal delight and the next trying hard not to
cry out in pain. Bruce also
had one other impressive characteristic.
For the first time in her life Priya met someone who could outlast
her. By the time her surfer lover came she was so sore and
exhausted that she could barely move.
When he gathered her into his arms after he had satisfied himself
she snuggled into him with an exhausted moan of pleasure.
Was that OK?
Bruce murmured. His tongue tickled
her ear and for a second Priya though he might be ready to start
again. She would have let him,
but she was not sure that she would have survived
it.
That was a bit more
than OK, she replied.
It was fantastic. She
snuggled into him and slept.
When she awoke it was dark.
She was very sore, but pleasantly
so. She was warm, sleepy, and
still wrapped in the arms of the man who had saved her
life. It was a strange new feeling
for her. Usually it was she
who did the saving. She felt
a warm glow of gratitude inside her that went beyond anything she had felt
for any other man she had made love to.
Christ, Priya,
she murmured to herself.
Snap out of it. You
cant be falling in love with this
guy. Youre far too selfish,
and beside you havent known him for more than a few
hours.
Fully awake now, her mind
turned to her predicament. How
was she going to make a return to Central City and deal with
Meyers? Her capture and abduction
had been recorded on live TV. It
was going to be rather difficult to twist that to her
advantage. Also the thugs who
had beaten and raped her had all been
arrested. No doubt the story of her degradation was all over the
jail by now. She doubted that
anyone who fucked a superheroine would keep it secret for
long.
Sadly, no matter how hard
she thought about it, she just couldnt think of anyway of dealing with
what had happened to her.
Ive been screwed, blued, and tattooed, she
muttered. Im just
going to have to face the music.
She sat up as she completed
the last thought. It was time
to go home, but first she might as well find out what the world thought of
her.
Bruce stirred and
awoke. Bleary eyed he looked
at her and then gave her a wide grin.
Youre so damned beautiful, he
said. I cant believe
you slept with
me.
It was my pleasure,
believe me, Priya replied.
But there is something more I would like you to do for
me.
Anything, Bruce
grinned.
I want you to take
me to this address, but on the way there could we stop by a convenience
store? I would like you to pick
up a few newspapers for me.
Be glad to,
Bruce said. But youre
sure youre alright? You
had quite a workout yesterday.
Youre telling
me, Priya laughed. She
wrapped the blanket around her and climbed into the passenger
seat. In a few seconds Brad
joined her and the van rolled off.
The drive didnt take
long. It turned out that the
beach was only about an hours drive from the
city. Bruce turned into the
parking lot of the first convenience store he spotted and dashed
inside.
Priya fidgeted while she
waited. Bruce was taking a little
longer than she thought he would, however, he returned a few seconds later
and she saw what had taken him the extra
time.
Picked up something
for you to wear, he said handing her a T-shirt and a pair of
shorts. Not much, but
they didnt have much else. I
hope it fits.
Ill make them
fit, Priya said.
Thank you very much.
Youre much more than I expected.
Glad to be of service,
miss
.?
Priya
hesitated. How much did she
trust this stranger? Sure, she
had let him fuck her, but she really knew nothing about
him.
What the hell,
she sighed. What else
have I got to lose? She
turned and faced him squarely.
Im Victorygirl. As you have seen I have had a bit of bad
luck. I need to protect my secret
identity so I cant tell you my real name, but you can really help me
by dropping me off where I ask. If
you give me your phone number I promise Ill contact you at the very
first opportunity.
She saw Bruces eyes
widen at the revelation. So
that explains how you recovered so fast, he
said. Of course Ill
help you. He looked at
her with a stare that could only be one of wonder.
Priya could guess what else
was going through his mind. He
had fucked a superheroine. It
wasnt every surf bum that could make that
boast. However, she didnt
regret a second of it. The memory
of that huge prick inside her had her getting wet even
now. However, first things
first. How had her crushing
defeat affected her image? She
picked up the first paper Bruce had brought her.
Her eyes widened when she
saw the headlines. Of all the
things she had expected this was not one of
them.
Heroic Heroine Saves
Hostages
She read further, her eyes
widening still further as she read parts of the article out
loud. Incredible display
of self-sacrifice
unprecedented heroism
inspiration to the youth
of the nation.
Shit, she
thought. Im a national
hero and all I did was get myself captured and
fucked. She picked up
another paper and then another.
They were all the same.
Every one painted her as a noble heroine who had willingly surrendered
to a bunch of brutal thugs in order to save the lives of
others.
Well, she
thought, it
was
my intention to save the hostages.
I just didnt expect to do it the way it
happened. She couldnt
help the huge smile that spread over her
face.
Good news? Bruce
asked.
The best, Priya
answered. This changed
everything. She wouldnt
have to go slinking around trying to repair the damage to her
image.
She looked at her
rescuer. Umm, you
wouldnt have any objection if I blindfolded you would
you? I have something I want
you to see, but its secret.
Err, Bruce
hesitated. I guess
not. You are a superheroine after
all. I guess you can be
trusted.
Oh theres no
doubt of that, Priya answered.
Just take me to this address.
Right, Brad
grinned. He put the van in
gear.
Priya stepped out of her
marble tiled bathroom. A shower
and a good scrubbing had her feeling marvellously
refreshed. She had also taken the slightest dose of the superheroine
drug. It would help to give
her stamina. She needed something
to help her keep up with Bruce.
She had decided to leave
the matter of Meyers until later.
There really wasnt much she could do to the Police Chief, but
she would never forget what he had done.
Sooner or later she would get
even. In the meantime, her career
was intact, and Meyers was no doubt fuming at the fact that she had emerged
as an even bigger heroine than before.
Even the rumours circulating about her subjugation and gang rape at
the hands of the bank robbers hadnt hurt
her. Instead they had created
a wave of sympathy that enhanced her stature even
more.
Bruce was waiting for her
in the sitting room. Her rescuer
lounged in one of the comfortable leather chairs scattered about the room,
a glass of Germanys finest beer in his
hand. He was looking around
the room in wonder, taking in the expensive
furnishings. Priya had not had
time to replace her costume, but she had found something just a
good. It was a Vampirella costume
she had worn to her last Halloween
party. It was a bit less revealing
than her Victorygirl outfit, but it would do.
Her rescuer looked toward
her, his eyes drinking in her perfect
figure. He licked his lips
suggestively. There was little
doubt what he was thinking.
Priya arched her back
slightly. With the drug in her,
she was positively glowing, exuding an air of confidence and sexuality that
was overwhelming. The bulge
in Bruces pants showed that he had fully received the intended
message.
Priya held up a set of padded
leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles.
Now, she smiled, have you ever played Capture
the Heroine?
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